Page 71 of Running from Drac
“We will leave the room. Please disrobe and cover your backside with the towels provided,” the first man instructs, who is beyond gorgeous. He’s tall with dark jet-black hair, an eastern European tint to his skin, and one of those smilesyou just know will get you in trouble. He winks at me as he’s leaving. The other man follows closely behind. This guy is just as attractive, but in a different way. He’s broad shouldered, which makes his head look a little small, and he’s bald, but it’s that sexy bald where you fantasize about rubbing their head all the time. He’s got a twirly mustache, one that’s perfectly twirled to make cute curls at the ends of his lips, and has these insane hazel-colored eyes that draw you in.Damn, where did they find these guys?
“Which one do you want?”
“I’m not the one getting married. I think you need to take the one you find least attractive. Either one will work for me because I’m still over here looking for Mr. Poppy.”
“I thought you already found that.”
The look she gives me could burn me alive. “I really hope you’re not referring to who I think you’re referring to.”
“Well, he did go to jail for you.”
She waves an angry finger in my face. “That wasn’t my fucking fault. He’s the one that got all alpha crazy and attacked him.”
“And you like that. Don’t deny it, because you read about alpha holes all the time.”
She sighs. “Shut the fuck up and take off your clothes. We got hot men waiting for us.”
The fact that she doesn’t correct me has me wondering if she’s starting to see Wesley in a different light? The man deserves a chance. A chance she hasn’t ever given him.
Both of us are giggling like crazy as we disrobe and lay across the table. Being fully naked with only a towel covering my private area is really unnerving.
Eddie’s gonna kill me for this one.
Both men re-enter, and the gorgeous one steps behind me. His hands are like magnificent pleasure distributers as hekneads his way down my back, working between my shoulder blades with such diligence, that I don’t even realize I’m moaning in ecstasy until it’s too late.
He grins wickedly when I glance back at him, winking sexily again. “Enjoy yourself,” he encourages.
So, I do. I can’t help myself. This shit feels too damn good.
He works his way to my lower back, pushing against my skin, rubbing out all the kinks and stress that’s been knotting up my spine.
“So, which one of you is getting married?” The bald one asks as he rubs Poppy’s feet.
“Her,” she replies. It’s quickly followed by a satisfied moan. “God that feels good.”
“I’m Marco,” Baldy says as his hands move up Poppy’s legs. “That’s my brother Renaldo.”
Even their names are hot.
Renaldo’s hands move to my sides, dangerously close to my breasts. I think he purposely hovers near them because occasionally I feel his fingers brush against the outside swell like he’s trying to cop a feel.
I fight the urge to tell him not to touch me that way, but it feels so good that I push it to the back of my mind letting his hands do their work.
“He doesn’t talk much,” Marco informs us.
Poppy seems remarkably relaxed; she’s moaning and groaning as his hands work their way down her body.
“It sounds like a porno in here,” I mumble through my table.
The sound of a curtain sliding between us interrupts my thoughts, just as Renaldo bends down, his breath tickling my ear. “Happy Ending?” he questions.
My eyes pop open so wide that I don’t believe what I’m even hearing. “Excuse me?”
“You paid for a full massage. Happy ending included. I must get your permission before going further.”
“Um, no thanks. I’m good.”
He frowns. “That’s disappointing. You’re beautiful.”
