Page 33 of Valentine Dare

“I’m not answering. I said it to you earlier, and you’re smart enough to know that is exactly what I said. What’s got into you today?”

He stood up and reached out his hand. “We’ve been stuck in all day. Let’s go out and just hang by the pool.”

I shrugged, thinking it was a Saturday and I should be out there looking for work. Every week Claire gave me money. I hated myself even more for it. I gave up as I took his hand.

“I was not in a sensual mood, but then he must have sensed it because he was topless and he wasn’t making a move. I was still in my PJs. Usually I would venture out, even if was to walk around the park, but today I didn’t feel like doing anything, which wasn’t like me at all.

“It has been months since dad was arrested,” I said as we walked to the garden. “Mom hasn’t been in touch, and neither has Russell, yet dad’s out on bail. I mean, how did he even get the money?”

We were still holding hands, but then Brent stopped, looked back at me, and raised an eyebrow.

“Does it matter how he got the money? Aren’t the other points you mentioned more important…the fact he’s been out and hasn’t bothered with you. Did you really expect him to?

I let go of his hand.

“I did actually, silly me. My ex was fucking someone for close to two years, and I never knew. My parents didn’t give a fuck about me, and according to you, it’s because we all live in a bubble. Which clearly shows why I was fucking blind. Happy now?”

I put my hands on my waist. I was feeling angry and defensive at the same time.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so harsh. Especially with everything you’ve been through. Let’s lie on the chairs, and I’ll make it up to you with a massage. You know I have magic fingers.”

I laughed. “Yeah, you do.”

He took my hand and led me to the chairs. I slumped my shoulders feeling as if I was putty in the palm of his hands. As we reached the sun chair, I laid down on my back.

He hovered over me, then as if by magic, I saw him rubbing his hands together after placing massage oil down.

“You had it all planned, didn’t you?”

He sighed as he stretched out his hand, ready for action.

“You know me. Take off your shirt and let me get rid of all that tension you have inside.”

I sat up and slowly peeled off my shirt. I had no bra on, and my nipples were erect, ready for him to get to work.

He ignored it as he said, “Lie back down on your stomach before I decide to do something else.”

I did as he instructed. It was no secret that as much as my pussy was aching for him to take me, at the same time it was sore too. I’d been so busy with Prent lately, it needed to rest maybe a night or two. Even longer if we kept going on like this.

He didn’t touch me, so I looked to see what he was up to. He was putting oil in the palm of his hands again and rubbing them. I started to get turned on, hating my body for reacting to him. He moved to put his fingers in my hair and started to gently rub. Making sure to touch every corner of my hair, then he swept it to the side and worked his way down my neck. His fingers felt soft, but he was breathing heavily, as if he was getting turned on as he moved to my shoulders and then down my back.

My heart started to pound as he moved down my shoulders to the sides of my breasts. He gently touched them. Nothing sexual, more sensual.

“You’re so beautiful, Jenny.”

I turned around, wondering what had made him say that. His words caught me by surprise, as I no more held on to my breath but enjoyed his magic fingers as he traced them around my breast and then back to my back. In the middle he did a scissor movement, and my head started to feel relaxed. No more did all the tension in which I was feeling earlier enter my mind, rather the opposite. As he moved around my back and sometimes scissored he would then roll his hands on my shoulders.

“That’s it, go to sleep.”

My breathing started to become heavy as I did start to feel tired. I didn’t sleep much at night. Now, my mind became empty, and I wasn’t just enjoying the moment, but loving it too. He changed his position as I felt his legs on either side of me, and he moved toward my head and kissed the back of it.

“I love you, Jenny Hampton,” he whispered.

I couldn’t help but tell him how I was feeling too.

“I love you too, Brent Wilson.”

With the confirmation, he continued to massage me, and my world for the first time in a long time was at peace as I softly fell asleep by the power of his fingers. It was as if with every stroke, he was wiping all my anxiety away and I felt nothing but tranquility as I dropped asleep.

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