The other clients stare at me curiously as I walk down the hallway. When I get to the room that the receptionist told me she would be in, I knock softly. I see Jessa lying face down on the table when the masseuse opens the door, and I motion with my finger for the masseuse to follow me outside. She informs Jessa that she’ll be right back and shuts the door behind her.
“May I help you?” she asks me in a European accent.
“I know this is strange, but that’s my girlfriend in there and I want to play a trick on her,” I tell her, hoping to God she doesn’t suspect that I’m about to fuck my girlfriend on her table.
She looks me over quizzically, so I pull out my phone and show her pictures of us taken just yesterday. She seems satisfied, so I hand her fifty dollars before sneaking into the room and quietly locking it behind me.
I move my hand over her calf lightly, trying to simulate the caress of a woman. “Are you back, Isa?” she asks, and I respond with a “uh huh” in the highest pitch my voice can go.
I pump the lotion into my hand and warm it up between my palms. Starting by her feet, I take the first one into my hand and spread the lotion. I continue to move my hands over the rest of her body until I finish rubbing lotion everywhere, surprised she hasn’t realized it’s me.
Then I wipe my hands on the towel and make my way to the end of the table, where I guide my hands up her thighs as though I’m going to start massaging. I let my fingers go higher with every push. She doesn’t say anything until I let my finger graze along her folds.
“Keep going, baby,” she responds and I chuckle.
“How the hell did you know it was me?” I ask.
“You think I don’t know your hands? Not to mention, if you were a professional masseuse, you’d be dirt poor,” she laughs and turns over, letting the towel fall to her waist.
I can’t control myself; it’s been too long since I’ve seen her luscious tits. I climb up on the table and take her right nipple into my mouth. Her arms cling to my back, pulling me harder against her. “God, I’ve missed you,” I murmur, letting my hands graze over her clit.
We don’t have enough time to go slow, but fortunately, she’s already wet. Sliding off the table, I guide her to the end and position myself between her legs. Her hands deftly unbutton my pants and she pushes them, along with my boxers, to the floor.
I rub against her, teasing her, and then slowly enter and leave her with only a quarter of my dick. “All of it, Grant. I want all of it,” she commands. At her words, I thrust in deeply. “Don’t stop…” she trails off, bucking faster while gripping my back.
I grab her ass, pulling her close, as I pump into her over and over again until we both climax. She collapses on the table and I crawl up and hold her in my arms. I never would’ve thought this is what I’d miss the most. Thanks to that night at the cabin, I’m now addicted to cuddling, something I never cared for prior to Jessa.
Our time in here is running out and I need to get back to the guys before someone starts looking for me. “Do you want me to have Isa come in and finish?” I ask her, stroking her arm with my fingers.
“I think you finished me just fine,” she teases. “Plus, I’m more relaxed now than I would have been after Isa was done with me.”
“Good, I aim to please.” I lean over and kiss her before I start to make my way out. “See you soon, love,” I say.
“Love you,” she responds back.
I exit the room and slyly make my way past Sam and Sadie getting their nails done. At the locker, I put my ski gear back on and head back to the slopes. I find Brady at the bottom of the ski run with his phone out. I cringe, hoping something bad hasn’t happened.
“Hey man, everything alright?” I ask, patting him on the back.
“Yeah…just an e-mail about this job,” he tells me.
“Really? Have you already started looking?” I’ve been completely distracted from thinking about the job interviews I need to start setting up.
“Just barely. Sadie applied for her Masters at Western and they accepted her, even on short notice. So we’re there for another two years at least. I have a lead on a pretty good job, though,” he continues and I’m jealous. He has Sadie and he’s getting all his shit in order to make it happen with her.
“I have to start looking soon,” I reveal.
“What’s Jessa doing?” I’m embarrassed to admit that we’ve never talked about the future. Neither of us knows what the other wants out of life. Maybe that’s why deep down she thinks I only want her for sex.
“Grant? You are in it for the long haul, right?” Brady asks when I don’t respond.
“Yes, how could you ask that?” I counter defensively.
“Have you told her everything?” I’m starting to wish I would’ve just walked by Brady; I could have avoided this entire conversation.
“She knows about my mom.” I start poking the poles into the ground over and over again, looking down so he can’t see my eyes.
“Jesus, how are you going to have a future if you aren’t honest with her?” he asks, his voice angry.
“You’re one to talk. You kept everything from Sadie until she found out,” I shout back.
“Yeah, and it was a mistake. Learn from my mistakes, Grant, and tell her.” Brady skis off toward the lift and I follow shortly behind.
Doesn’t he understand that those secrets don’t have anything to do with my future with Jessa? What good would it do for her to know any of that, except cause her to realize how fucked up I really am?
Chapter 18
Jessa
Since the first night when I had my nightmare, my parents have allowed Grant to sleep in my room. Excitedly, I wheeled his suitcase into my room myself with Grant chuckling behind me. Although Grant is set on not doing anything under their roof, we have found places to release the built-up tension that exists anytime our bodies are in close proximity to one another. I might be biased but the ski lift was the best place, making me the winner of our bet, although I was happily surprised when he hijacked my massage to get a little action. Grant insists it’s not over yet, reminding me that he still has tomorrow. I find myself anticipating what could happen every time we’re together. I know he feels my excitement and suspect he’s enjoying torturing me until he finally takes me.
The dim light of my lamp is lit, and I watch as Grant reads some book regarding management. I’m not about to bother asking if it’s for school or pleasure, because most likely it’s the latter, which completely confuses me. I cuddle up to his chest, letting my fingers graze along his body. There’s something about him in glasses that turns me on. Maybe it’s that he looks so intellectual, and I’m having the whole professor fantasy every girl has. Shifting my leg between his, I start inching closer to his neck. He moves his eyes from the book down to me and I bat my eyelashes, trying to get him interested. “You know we can’t Jessa,” he tells me, turning his attention back to his book.
I begin to give him butterfly kisses across his chest, making my way up to his neck. “Grant,” I say, and he responds with an ‘uh-huh’ while keeping his eyes focused on the book. “Have you ever been in love before?” His body tenses under my touch and he slowly puts the book down on the nightstand. This thought has crossed my mind from time to time, ever since he told me he loved me. He’s never brought up previous girlfriends or any relationships prior to me.
“Why are you asking me?” He removes his arm from behind me and sits up in the bed. It’s obvious that I’ve hit on something and I’m suddenly overcome by curiosity.