Humphrey takes a seat next to Dean. He speaks to him like they’re lifelong friends. It makes me wonder what they’re talking about.
Hopefully, Dean is working him for information.
I chit chat with Kevin for a bit on our bed off to the right-hand side of the room. He’s thirty-three, with two kids and a dog named, Yappy. His wife and him wanted to try new things, and I can tell she’s the woman on the bed with Eddie right now, because Kevin can’t keep his eyes off her.
Eddie watches me, not even touching Kevin’s wife, and I have to smile at the fact he is playing it safe with her as well. The buzzer sounds and I move to the bed on my right.
There’s a man there, close to my age, and he’s ok looking. Sandy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a little scruff to match his hair on his chin. “Hi, I’m Brad.”
“Hi, Sophia.”
“My kink is I love massaging a woman’s feet. May I?” He points his hands toward my toes, and I kick off my heels.
“By all means.”
I let Brad massage my feet and I have to say he really knows what he’s doing. He never gets weird with the act, which I was sort of afraid of, and just massages them until the buzzer sounds.
The next bed is the bed I’ve been dreading, it’s Eddie’s. I smile as I approach.
“I’ve been waiting for this one,” he says with a smile.
“Me too,” I lie.
I sit on the bed, and chance a look over my shoulder at Dean. He’s still talking with Humphrey, but his eyes sear into me, like he wants to make sure Eddie doesn’t lay a hand on me. I blow him a kiss, letting him know I can handle myself.
I have come too far to quit.
“I’ve been thinking about touching you since I saw you walk into my bakery this morning.”
“You have?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He lays back on the bed, propped on both elbows with his knees bent. “Lay down here with me.”
I scoot closer. “My husband likes to watch, and I don’t think he’ll be able to see very well if we’re both lying down,” I tell him, hoping that’s a good enough excuse to keep ourselves from too much trouble by being flat on our backs. “Come closer, sweetheart.”
I cringe at his word choice. “Ok.”
He places his fingers under my chin and brings his lips to mine. “Just one little kiss.”
I hold my breath, repeating my mantra about coming too far to quit over and over in my mind. I nod, and he brings me closer, kissing me. His touch is a little rougher than Dean’s and not as good.
I don’t open my mouth for him, not letting any tongue action happen. Eddie notices my apprehension, and pulls back.
“How far does that slit go?” He stares at my dress, his hand running from my ankle up my leg.
“Why don’t you find out.” I glance back at Dean and notice he’s not there anymore. I scan the room, unable to find him.
Is he so repulsed by me that he can’t even stand to watch another man touch me?
I close my eyes, trying to plan my next course of action with Eddie when the bed dips.
“You won’t mind if I watch from right here, do you Ed?” Dean’s voice vibrates across the green satin sheets.
I smile and Eddie doesn’t really seem to mind.
“Just as long as I get to have my fun, too.”
I grab Eddie’s hand, not wanting to anger him or alert him anything is amiss. “Of course.” I place his hand back on my leg, and he continues his trek up my thigh.
“Her skin’s so soft, right?” Dean asks Eddie.
“Mmm,” Eddie murmurs in agreement.
Dean scoots closer to me on the bed. “She loves it when I touch her right here.” He tickles behind my knee and Eddie stops his trek up my thigh and goes back to the underside of my knee to massage it.
I moan, pretending the mere touch is turning me on.
Dean smiles, happy with himself for keeping Eddie’s hands away from anything too private.
“Mind if I touch too?” Dean asks Eddie.
“She’s yours, sure.”
Hearing Eddie call Dean mine makes my temperature rise.
Dean comes closer, trailing his hand up the side of my neck, behind my ear and then into my hair, tugging at the base of my scalp. His tongue drags along the skin of my throat, and up closer to my ear. “She really loves this.” He sucks a path from my ear to the column of my throat and back up again.
Eddie sits up, scooting closer to do the same on the other side.
“Have you ever had anything so sweet?” Dean asks Eddie.
Eddie shakes his head no. “Never.”
Dean gives him a look of disbelief. “But you’ve hung around Bishop Blackstone. I’d think he’d get tons of women.”