A few minutes later we pull up in front of the salon. Opening the car door, I walk to the back seat to help Jessica, who takes my hand to pull herself out of the car. We are greeted by a woman who leads us to a room to change into our robes.
A few minutes later, we are led to another room with three beds for our massages. Looking down at Jessica’s belly, I think, Yep, that’s not going to work. She sighs from beside me and knows it too.
“I’m pregnant; I can’t lay down on my belly like that.”
“We have a pregnancy table, it’s no problem.” The masseuse pats her shoulder and walks out of the room.
Brae and I sit down on the table just as a man comes in carrying another table that has a hole right in the middle. Jessica gives him an appreciative smile, while Brae and I gawk at him. He is one sexy man. He then struts right to me. “I’m your masseuse for the day.”
I blush and look down at my feet. Holy shit. Holy mother frigging shit. Kane is going to have a bitch fit, but hey, I don’t get to choose my masseuse, right? Two more hot men walk in and that makes me feel better.
“Please take off your robes and place this towel around your waist.” The men walk out of the room to give us some privacy. Sliding onto the bed, I tuck the towel tightly around my waist. Brae starts giggling beside me and Jessica looks like she is in hot guy heaven.
“You're going to take off your shirt too, right?” Jessica asks the men as soon as they walk into the door. Brae and I look over at her, shocked.
The masseuse beside her chuckles and shakes his head no, then he gets busy doing what massage people do. I stick my head through the little hole and try to relax.
“Kane is going to die, Sydney.” Brae’s voice is muffled by the cushion.
“I know it.” I giggle nervously.
“You have a protective man?” the one massaging me asks.
“Heck yeah. He’s built like a Mack truck. Wouldn’t want to cross him,” she says with a laugh.
“That’s okay. I’m gay.”
“Ahh, okay, then that does help things for you, but let’s take a picture and send to him,” Jessica tells us both. I raise my head up to yell at her.
Brae raises up and forgets she doesn’t have a top on as she sits up. Her tits are on full display.
“Brae, your top!” I yell at her. She looks down and her hands automatically come up to cover herself. She blushes all the way down to her toes.
~*~
After all the primping, I’m beyond tired. I walk into Kane’s to the aroma of steak. Groaning, I walk into the kitchen to see him in his boxers slaving over the stove again. I forgot to eat lunch too.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says without turning around.
Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his back. I feel at home as soon as I get around him.
“How was your day?”
“It was great,” I tell him. Too cheery. You’re giving yourself away.
“How was the massage?” My eyes widen. What do I say?
“It was fine,” I say, but it sounds more like a question.
“I really didn’t like that man rubbing up on my woman.” Oh shit. I move back so I can look at him.
“Your new pregnant friend sent Ethan a pic and then he sent it to me.” He’s still cooking the food. Is he mad?
“You’re not mad, are you?” I ask nervously.
“I’m not mad, baby. I just didn’t like him rubbing on you like that.” He turns around and hugs me to him.
“He was gay,” I blurt out and Kane chuckles.
He turns around and jerks my hips against his. “I don’t care if he was a woman, a nun, or the freaking pope. I don’t like anyone touching you.” He smacks my butt and turns back around to finish cooking. Walking upstairs, I change into one of Kane’s shirt. At least he wasn’t mad.
The rest of the night is us just spending quality time with each other. We eat dinner, cuddle on the couch, and when we’re finished, he carries me upstairs and falls asleep on my belly. Smiling to myself, I think about how lucky I am to have someone like him. Together, we have an unbreakable bond.
Chapter Eleven
Ring, ring, ring. I roll over groaning. “Turn it off.”
“I don’t recognize this number; I better answer.”
The bed shifts as he sits up in bed.
“Hello?” he says in his sexy morning voice. “It is,” he tells the person on the phone.
Sitting up, I get the feeling something is wrong.
“What?” he asks, shocked. He stays quiet for a second listening. “I didn’t know I had any family left.”
My eyes widen, and I place my hand on his back. Did a family member of his die?