Page 42 of Trust and Obey

Or do you have other plans? I didn’t say it, but it hung in the air between us anyway.

Kendall gave me a look at my phrasing but then he nodded with all the warmth of an icicle. “Of course. Why don’t you just finish your dinner, and I will get the massage table set up.”

I nodded and sat down at the table to pick at my dinner with no enthusiasm. I was sure it was delicious, but I was too annoyed to care. I hated being shut out like this. It was childish and it drove me crazy.

By distancing himself, he’s doing me a favor. It was a fun, fast fling, but it had to end sometime. I told myself once again, but I wasn’t sure if I believed it.

Then there was a moment, right before Kendall walked out the French doors and down to the beach, where he looked over his shoulder at me. Our eyes met, and I was certain that I saw a spark of longing there.

It gave me hope.

My own heartbeat picked up pace, and I suddenly found I was hungry again. I quickly dug into my food with the intention of finishing up as quickly as possible. I didn’t want to keep him waiting.

By the time Kendall had set up the massage table along with the pillows and all the little scented oils he liked to use, I was sitting on my couch clad only in my bathrobe.

“Are you ready for me?” I asked slyly and started to untie my robe.

Kendall didn’t look away for one moment as I opened the robe. It slipped off my shoulders and puddled on the floor. I was entirely naked in front of him.

I saw him swallow hard.

I walked toward him, and for a second I could have sworn that he was leaning towards me as if seeking a kiss… but then he turned away to fiddle with the massage oils.

Shoving down my disappointment, I laid stomach first on the massage table.

“Is there any place in particular where you’re feeling tension?” Kendall asked.

“My love life,” I grumbled.

“Pardon me?

“My usual areas,” I said. “Shoulders and neck.”

Kendall got to work.

I had never been shy about fully enjoying massages, but Kendall’s touch was like magic. Despite my annoyance, frustration, and confusion, I felt my tension ease away. I couldn’t help a couple of loud, pleased groans. Once or twice, I felt Kendall’s fingers still over my back as if he, too, were collecting himself.

Laying there with the man who had been my lover working his long strong fingers into the muscles of my shoulders and back… no one could blame me for getting an erection.

I think Kendall knew it, too. I had always blushed a little bit when aroused and by now Kendall knew my body well enough to identify it.

Thinking this, my frustration rose up anew.

It became too much.

“Wait. Stop,” I said.

Instantly, his hands stilled, and he lifted them away. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes,” I said, and turned over to look up at him.

The tent in Kendall’s pants was incredibly obvious. He was turned on, just as I was.

“That,” I said, looking at his crotch. “I want an explanation for that. Dammit Kendall, one minute you’re putting distance between us, and the next you’re—”

I got no further because, at that moment, Kendall crossed the distance to kiss me, hard.

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