Page 34 of Fight For Her
They weren’t kidding when they called the couple’s massage room a suite. It was nothing like the cramped room Amy and I had once gotten massages in at a chain right after we were married. Two massage tables with soft looking blankets were placed in the center of the spacious room. A river-rock-lined shower large enough for five people was to my side and more framed beach artwork lined the cream-colored walls. Dimly lit sconces set the room in a soft glow, and the sounds of rain pelting from outside mixed with meditation music set the perfect ambiance for relaxation. Yet I was anything but relaxed. My jaw clenched as the douche, or Liam as Kendahl corrected on our way down the hall, led Kendahl toward one of the tables.
Katie started to do the same by turning down the corner of the sheet. “I was thinking we could swap therapists,” I blurted out.
Kendahl swung her head in my direction, her brows raised. “No, I think I’d like to keep things as they are.” She flashed a sweet smile that was in direct contrast to the tone of her voice.
I huffed. Should I push the issue? Make a scene? Glancing at my therapist who had that same perplexed look on her face as earlier, had me resigning. “Fine.”
Liam’s brow gleamed with sweat as he stepped toward the door and gave us both their spiel. He avoided making eye contact with me all together instead focusing only on Kendahl. We were to get undressed to our comfort level and lie face down underneath the sheets. They’d be back shortly to begin. I heard the two of them whispering to each other as they closed the door behind them.
“What’s your issue? You’re acting like an animal during mating season. All that’s missing is you marking me with your scent.” She scoffed and turned her back to me, untied her robe, and hung it on the hook against the wall. She kept her thong on, and I narrowed my eyes trying to make out the small pattern on it.
Her silhouette in the dim light had me stumbling over my response. The slope of her neck as she pulled her hair up in a ponytail, the soft curve of her hips, the tiny bit of exposed side breast as she shimmied beneath the sheets still facing away from me.I bit back a moan, cursing the fact that I couldn’t go to her and trace every inch of her body.
“No issue. Everything is fine,” I said through clenched teeth as I disrobed and slid myself onto the heated table. “But if you really want me to mark you as mine, I have far better ways.”
Lying on her stomach, she lifted her head out of the face cradle. “Right… you’re fine,” she said sarcastically. “Have I hit my head and been transported into one of those shifter romance novels? You know what? I don’t want to know. Stop this pissing match and relax.I’m going to save the discussion of your temper tantrum room switcheroo for later.”
She breathed deeply and settled her head back down into the cradle but not before I replied, “Don’t worry, pussycat, I’ll show you my bite later.”
With her head buried in the face cradle all I could make out was a muffled, “for the love of—” before one of the therapists knocked on the door.
“All set?” It was Katie’s tentative voice sounding like she had no idea what she would find when she opened the door.
Kendahl let out a muffled “yeah” as I attempted to make myself comfortable in the face cradle. Being a physical therapist, I knew a thing or two about massage and used these tables daily on my patients, so I took it upon myself to reach around and twist knobs, moving things exactly the way I wanted them to go. Katie came to my side to help, but I had already pretty much gotten myself comfortable at least physically, mentally I was still on edge.
I tried to tune out Katie’s questions to better focus on what Liam was asking Kendahl a few feet away. His voice sounded too smooth, and I didn’t like the giggle that came out of her. What the hell was he saying to make her laugh?
“Mr. Barnes?” Katie placed her warm palm on my upper back. “I was asking if there are any areas you’d like me to focus on?”
“No.”
“Okay. Well if anything changes, feel free to let me know.”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted out, straining my ears to hear Kendahl’s low voice. All at once the room quieted, and I believe the lights dimmed even more from what I could tell face down. Squelching noises sounded awfully close to my ears as Katierubbed oil into her palm.
Just relax, Coby. I needed this. It had been a hellish few weeks, and my body hurt from sleeping on that shitty couch and missing my Krav classes and regular training routine. Katie pulled back the sheet and exposed my back to the cool air.
“Take a deep breathe in,” she instructed me.
Ah, lavender. I filled my lungs with the calming aroma.
“And breathe out,” Katie whispered.
I released my breath slowly in a hiss…but what the hell was that sound?
“Mmm…that feels perfect.”
What the hell? I jerked, lifting my head out of the cradle so fast that Katie jumped. Liam was hovering over Kendahl’s exposed back, spreading oil in long fluid motions.
“Mr. Barnes? Everything okay?” Katie added more oil to her palm, squelching her hands together again, and I stuffed my face back into the padded cradle.
Freaking Kendahl. She had definitely moaned like that to fuck with me.
Katie made contact with my skin and massaged in flowing strokes down the sides of my spine and back up, hooking at the notch where my head connects with my neck. She had strong hands for such a small person, but I learned in my physical therapy classes that you could never judge a book by its cover.
By her third pass, my breathing calmed, and I almost forgot that my girl was getting felt up by another dude right next to me.Almost.Until I heard Kendahl moan again. Every muscle in my body tensed as I lifted my head.He was still massaging her back, paying extra attention to the curve of her low back this time.
“Mmm…” she moaned low.
