Page 16 of Reckless Forever
She yawned, and I knew she was tired as hell. “What’s on your mind?” she asked.
“Nothing really, I just got a lot of business to handle when I make it back,” I lied as I sat up against the headboard. She nodded and said she understood, but that wasn’t what kept me up. She just didn’t need to know that right now.
“It’s your last night here, I don’t know how you let me fall asleep, we’re supposed to be hanging out. It’s that damn backrub, it gets me every time.” She laughed as she swiped herhair from her face. It was all over her head, but even with those sleep marks across her face, she still looked pretty as fuck.
“You cool, Shorty, you can go back to sleep.”
“No, I’ll have enough time to rest when you’re gone,” she laughed as she crawled over to me and straddled me again. She threw her arms around my neck and just hugged me.
Out of reflex, I planted kisses on her chest as she rubbed the back of my neck. If she kept playing, she was going to end up getting every inch of this dick in Santos’ house. I would have to worry about the consequences later.
“Judah,” She whispered with her mouth against my ear.
“What’s up?” I asked as I gripped her ass.
“When you get back to the states, I want to keep in contact with you,” I could feel her breathe after she said it, as if she had been fighting with herself over whether or not she wanted to.
I was quiet for a minute, because I didn’t know how to respond to her.
“I’m not good with that, Ivy. I’m not good with always being tied to my phone. Sometimes I get caught up in business and I get sidetracked,” I admitted. Then I felt her body get stiff again.
I pushed her back a bit so that I could see her and look her in the eyes. “But I can try. And if you call me and you need me, I’ll answer for you.”
Through the little light that we had in the room, I could see her smile. She placed two soft kisses on my lips before she said, “That’s what I wanted to hear.” And we both started laughing.
My hands gripped her waist as she continued to rain kisses on my lips.
“We’ve got a little over an hour left together, you know you’ve been giving me the most bomb massages since you’ve been coming in my room. Let me give you one before you go.” She left my lap before I could disagree, and then she went into her closet and came back with three things in her hands.
“Shorty, it's cool.”
“Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach,” she smirked, disregarding everything that I had said.
I didn’t put up a fight, and I did as she said. She climbed across my back and started dripping oil over it. Her hands were soft as fuck, and they felt like professionals as she rubbed the oil into my skin.
“Ivy?”
“Yes?” she asked.
“This parlor do happy endings?” I questioned, making her fall off my back with laughter.
“You are silly,” she said once she took her place.
Then we started talking while she kneaded my back. It felt so good, I thought about calling someone and adding massages to my routine. I chuckled when I thought about how Mateo and Trouble would be pissed if some shit went down that I didn’t catch because I was somewhere getting a weekly massage. I could hear Trouble’s old, grouchy ass in my head now.
“The whole fucking family got murdered cause Judah’s clown ass was getting his feet rubbed.” I laughed out loud at the thought.
While she rubbed me down, we talked about everything: sports, my job in security, life in New York, and her family here.
The next thing I knew, I felt her kissing my cheek.
“Get up, sleepy,” I could feel her leaning over me.
I chuckled, realizing that I had drifted off just that quickly. She was right, these damn massages do that.
“I gave you forty minutes to sleep, turn over.”
Forty minutes? I guess I dozed off for more than a little while. I turned on my back and she took her place again. My dick bricked up as soon as she sat. She giggled and shook her head. Then she took some different oil and rubbed it in the palms of her hands.
