Page 13 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

Priest led her away from the kitchen, to the hall, and I followed while Deacon cleaned up. Down the hall, past my room, we stopped once we reached hers, and Priest pushed open the door to reveal a scene similar to the rest of the suite.

The curtains were drawn over the windows on the opposite wall, making the room appear darker. Dozens of candles littered the space; on the floor, on her dressers, on her nightstand. The room itself smelled good, like Angel’s scent lingered on the sheets, in the walls, even when she wasn’t here.

“What is all this?” Angel asked, though her voice got quiet. Looking at all this, I knew what must’ve been the first thing to pop in her head: we were trying to seduce her or something. Which, okay, I didn’t think any of us would say no if she wanted to, you know, get into it, but tonight was about the romance.

Romance and showing her that, yes, we could work together and not bicker. That we could come together and strive to be better for her. I hoped she knew this was all for her.

“Tonight, we are your servants,” Priest mused as he led Angel to the bed. “How about a massage or two?” When Angel only looked at him, he added, “Please don’t tell me that we practiced on each other for nothing.”

That got her to laugh. “You practiced on each other? Youmassagedeach other? Where the heck was I when all this was going on?”

It was my turn to shrug. “You did hide from us a lot, so…”

“So it was easy,” Priest said. “Not exactly what I’d call a fun time, but—” He finally let her hand go, but only so he could weave his fingers together, turn his palms outward, and crack his knuckles. “—these hands are ready to make you feel things, Angel.”

Priest instructed Angel to climb onto the bed. She slipped off her socks and wiggled her toes as Priest climbed onto the bed with her, positioning himself near her feet. He took her right foot and started to work it, and instantly she fell back and closed her eyes. A soft moan escaped her, and she whispered, “Oh, God.”

Priest tossed a glance over his shoulder, as if trying to tell meI told you so. I thought offering to massage her was going a little overboard, but apparently it was the right call, because she absolutely melted when Priest started.

I walked around the bed and got on the other side, mimicking Priest’s actions on her left foot. She moaned again, and I swore, the sound was one of the best, if not the best, sound I’d ever heard in my entire life. I wanted tomemorize it so I could save it for later, when I was alone and replay her soft, feminine sighs in my head whenever I wanted.

Was that creepy?

“How much did you guys practice? Because… wow. You guys could charge for this,” Angel spoke to no one in particular. Her head rested on her pillow, her white hair splayed around her head. Her hands rested on her stomach, her chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths.

“So,” Priest said, “what you’re saying is we should offer our massage services to other girls?”

“That is not what I’m saying. I’m saying you guys could charge, not that you should go out and start a massaging business.”

“Just to be clear.” He was unable to leave it alone, needing a firm answer from her. “We aren’t allowed to massage other girls? You want us all to yourself?” I knew he was trying to get her to admit that she liked us, all of us, but I wasn’t sure she’d fall for it.

Angel’s eyes cracked open, though she only stared at the canopy above us. “You can massage me and each other. That’s it.”

I had to grin at that. She’d answered his question, but not in the way he’d wanted. I’d told her she couldn’t possibly be a wrecking ball, but we couldn’t force her to believe anything. She had to come to the conclusion herself. She had to admit the truth to herself before she admitted it to us.

Priest decided to abandon her foot and say, “You know, it would be easier to do a full-body massage if you were naked.” That got her to sit up and glare at him, causing him to quickly add, “We could put a sheet over that cute ass of yours, if that’s what you’re worried about, but I do want to get to your back. I’m just guessing, but I bet there’s a lot of tension there.”

“Nice try,” Angel replied. “But I’m not getting naked for you tonight.”

“Ah, so tomorrow, then?”

I’d bet anything if the lights were on, we would’ve seen a blush creeping furiously up her cheeks, but as it was, with only the candlelight, all I could see were shadows. Well, shadows and the adorable pout on her lips.

“In your dreams” was her answer.

“Love,” Priest quipped. “I’ve been dreaming of you since the day we met.”

She gagged. “Does that line really work on other girls?”

“Is it working on you?”

Angel looked like she wanted to say something smart back, but in the end, all she said was, “I’m not taking off my clothes. If you want to massage other parts of me, you’ll have to do it with my clotheson.”

Priest gently nudged my shoulder, and I stopped massaging her left foot and scooted aside. “Roll over,” he told her, and she was slow to do as he’d said. Once she lay on her stomach, he crawled over her, his legs spread on either side of her, and he brought his large hands to herback. “Yeah, you know what? This isn’t going to work.” Before Angel could say anything, Priest yanked her shirt up, revealing the small of her back and her bra strap.

“Hey!” Angel hissed.

“Oh, hush,” Priest said. “Trust me, it’ll make it better.” He then unhooked her bra and pushed her straps aside. “Don’t you trust me, Angel?”

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