The bathroom door opened and she walked out looking like a vision with the steam surrounding her.
She stilled. “I thought—”
“You thought the masseuse you had this morning would be back?” She nodded. “I’ve ordered a different type of massage for you.” When he moved closer, she didn’t retreat, thank God.
Joe took her hand in his and led her over to the table. “Hop on up.” Once she was seated, he gathered both hands in his. “Jillian. Today was special for me. Really special.” Her shining eyes prompted him to continue. “I want to give you more joy. Would you like that?”
She hesitated, and not only did he think his chance at getting to know her better was lost, but also a little bit of his heart died.
“Okay, but if I feel uncomfortable, can we stop?”
He let out his long held breath. “Darlin’, you’re the boss. Say the word and I’ll walk out.” He prayed he wouldn’t make a misstep that would cause her any concern. “I’ll get us some refreshment.”
While she got comfortable, he poured the Beaujolais, one of his favorites, and handed her a glass. She smiled, and he knew he was in for a long, constrained evening.
Chapter 3
Jillian was halfway through her glass of wine when a strong knock sounded on the door, causing her heart to jump. Joe’s lips pressed together and he set his glass on the desk. Fists tight at his side, he pulled open the door. She couldn’t hear what he said, but a second later a tall man in pressed black pants and a white fitted shirt over broad shoulders blew in.
When he spotted her on the table, he smiled broadly and rushed over. “Je m’appelle Francois.” He leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks.
Wow, a real Frenchman.
The stranger then kissed the back of her hand. He held her gaze and murmured, “Je connais les desires d'une femme. Je voudrais—I’m sorry, chérie. I forget to speak English when I see a beautiful woman. I’m Francois.”
“Hi. I’m Jillian.”
She had no idea why the man was here, but he was nice to look at. Too bad he’d interrupted the massage with her hot cowboy.
Joe tugged on the man’s arm and turned him around. “Why are you here?”
Despite convincing her Joe was a mind reader, his less than friendly tone set her nerves on edge.
“Sharon sent me. She said Ms. Masters had signed up for the duo package.”
Sharon was the lady in white who’d set up her spa services. A fast burn raced up her spine. “My father, who arranged for my stay, must have signed me up for that.” Not that she knew what the duo package entailed exactly, but she could guess that both of them would be dripping oil on her body and rubbing her down at the same time. The double combination sounded divine right now.
“Not to worry,” Francois said. “You just got back from riding, no?” He dragged a hand down her arm.
She expected to be put off by another man’s touch, but even through the robe, his gentle approach sent a pleasant tingle up her body. “Yes.”
“Then it will take two of us to calm all of your aches.” He looked around. “The warm glow of the candles is perfect to set the mood.” He stepped toward the desk. “Ah, you have wine. May I?”
Before either responded, the newcomer poured a glass, gave a silent air-toast, and took a sip. He set the glass down and turned to Joe. “How could you give this rot to such a sweet lady?”
“You’re just picky.”
Francois waved a hand. “Perhaps later I can convince Jillian to join me in something finer.”
She glanced at Joe, not sure how to react to the new dynamics. Having Joe and her alone would have been so romantic, but having Francois there, too, added spice.
“Perhaps.” She figured that was a safe response.
“I think Sharon made a mistake, Francois. I can handle Ms. Masters alone.”
“But I can see she is special. And a special woman deserves special treatment, don’t you think?”
A myriad of emotions crossed Joe’s face. His brows pinched, then immediately relaxed.
“Yes, Jillian is indeed special.”
That was it? They’d decided? “Is it standard to have two masseuses?” She wanted to make sure she wasn’t in for something that was out of the norm.
Joe’s mouth opened, but Francois spoke first. “Oh, yes. It’s what we do at the spa. You’ll love it.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, darlin’. Francois will be good. He won’t do anything inappropriate.” Once again the two men made eye contact, but she couldn’t figure out what the look meant.
“Okay.”
While Joe got ready, she studied the men over the rim of her glass. Francois was taller than Joe by about two inches. His neatly cut, black, curly hair was cropped tight in contrast to Joe’s longer and lighter hair. Francois’s shoulders were broad, but not as muscular as Cowboy Joe’s. She couldn’t decide who was more handsome. Joe was open and friendly, whereas Francois appeared more mysterious.
Francois smiled and returned her gaze, as if he knew she was comparing them. Embarrassed, she broke eye contact. Joe looked relaxed, but from the way he gripped the bottle of massage oil, something had set him on edge. Was he jealous another man would put his hands on her?
No, he wouldn’t care that much since they’d just met.
She quickly finished her glass, needing the calming effect alcohol always had on her body. The thought of what both men were about to do to her made her blood heat and her clit quiver. A tingling sensation traveled from her now-stiff nipples down to her aroused pussy. And they hadn’t even touched her yet. She needed to get a grip.
Stall. Talk to them. They’re people. “So how long have you both been working at the spa?” She glanced first at Joe.
“Not too long.” His gaze roamed around the room.
She leaned back on her elbows, stretching her legs out on the massage table. “What’s the best thing you like about working here?” Could this conversation be any more awkward? She sucked at small talk.
Joe finished his glass and poured another one. “The people.”
“And you, Francois?”
Instead of answering, he flicked off both table lamps in the room. “We need to start your massage.”
Goose chills covered her warmed, damp body thinking about the exotic plans in store for her. She bet the Frenchman was highly skilled in the art of seduction—not that she’d ever give in to actually being seduced.
Joe strode up to her. “Why don’t you lie back and get under the sheet. Just drop the robe on the floor. Francois and I will wait outside while you get comfortable.”
“Sure.”
His instructions were standard. When the door latch clicked, she undressed, placed the robe on the vacant chair, and climbed in between the cool sheets.
A knock sounded a minute later and the two men entered. The scent of outside jasmine blew over her. Soft clicks brought soothing music to the room that was not too loud but just enough so she didn’t have to strain to hear.
“Jillian?” She opened her eyes. Joe held up a sleep mask. “I want everything to be a surprise. Do you mind?”
How would a massage surprise her? For half the time, her head would be facedown in the little donut-shaped hole at the end of the table. A mask would only block the image of feet. Or did he think she would have a hard time concentrating if she watched both men? No use speculating as she was about to find out.
She sat up, took the mask, and slipped it over her eyes. While streaks of light eked in around the edges, the loss of the major sense threw her off balance. Her skin tingled, waiting for the first touch.
“Now just relax, darlin’.”
That wouldn’t be easy, but the wine was helping. She rarely drank, and today alone, she’d probably consumed half a bottle on an empty stomach. Her head spun, but the thought of his masterful touch made it all worthwhile.
Joe placed a palm on her back and his other hand on her shoulder, the light pressure indica
ting he wanted her to lie on her back. His windblown scent filled her nostrils and forced her to think only of him.
He lifted the sheet from her feet and folded it in half, resting it halfway up her thighs. Tingles raced along the length of her legs, knowing she was naked underneath the thin cotton sheet. Even though her eyes were closed, he could feel Francois’s stare drag over her body. Prickles of anticipation shot straight to her dampening pussy.
A eucalyptus-smelling liquid squirted from a bottle, and a second later Joe dragged his palms down her calves to her feet.
“That pressure okay?”
“Yes.” Her muscles relaxed further.
“Good. Now, I’m going to place some massaging stones on your body. Let me know if they’re too hot. They’re designed to let your thoughts drift away to a pleasant place.”
The soft lilt of his western accent seeped deep into her mind. Her imagination ran wild where he intended to put those stones. Right now, the apex of her thighs ached, but he certainly wasn’t going to be putting the stones there. It was bad enough her too-tight shirt had rubbed her nipples raw when she’d bounced up and down on the horse for an hour. Having his hands all over her would only make her carnal need worse.
A match struck and incense swirled in the air, followed by the hint of sulfur and phosphorous from the match.
“Ready, chérie?”
What was the Frenchman going to do? “Yes.” Maybe.
A chair scraped across the carpet. Fingers behind her gently pulled her hair from her face then traced a line down her cheek. The touch was soft, yet sure, as if Francois knew what the tender motion would do to her soul.
“You are so lovely.”
She was too relaxed to answer, since Joe was running a stone along the arch of her left foot, making her toes instinctively curl at the ticklish sensation. He rubbed and rubbed until the tendons and muscles loosened. This was better than any massage she’d ever had.
From the breath on her cheek, Francois stayed close as if he wanted to watch her react to what Joe was doing. The double assault nearly overwhelmed her. She wanted to concentrate on each man’s hands, but the moment she thought about what Francois was doing to her, Joe would hit a more sensitive spot.
“I’m putting three stones on your belly, darlin’.” He loaded up with oil then massaged her calf and upper thigh. Each stroke brought his fingers closer to her secret spot. She couldn’t wait to see if his talented fingers would stimulate her. Her father had asked if she’d ever had a climax. She was too embarrassed to say no. None of the men in her life had ever put pleasing her on the top of their agenda. If Joe or Francois were ever to become her lover, she bet either one would bring her to a screaming orgasm long before he grunted his way to release.
Under the sheet, Joe’s fingers squeezed her upper thigh, bringing her focus back to the delicious rubbing. With each stroke up and down her leg, her suddenly needy clit begged for his touch. Instead of helping her calm her growing need, he lowered her leg back to the table and stepped away for a bit. Damn him.
At least Francois seemed more in tune with what she desired. His warm breath caressed her cheek as he stroked her face with the back of his hand. He then gently bit her earlobe before running his tongue along the edge of her ear. Never before had a man touched her in such a sensitive way. Francois moved his lips to her neck, and she nearly squealed at the light touch.
“I need to move these rocks to a better spot, darlin’.” She could have sworn Joe’s comment was directed more toward Francois than to her. Damn this mask for not allowing her to watch them.
Joe slid the set of warm rocks from her belly and to the top of her pubic bone. Oooh. Having his hands so near almost made her weep. What would he say when he noticed her full Brazilian wax? Would he be put off by her totally bare mound? It wasn’t for vanity’s sake, but more for cleanliness, or so she told herself.
Joe’s fingers squeezed her other calf, almost as if he were trying to regain her attention from Francois, who had already moved his fingers from her collarbone to the bottom of her throat.
Her breaths had become more rapid, and Joe must have sensed a shift in her level of desire. His strong hands shot up her thigh, and she willed him to brush against her pussy. Unfortunately, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid touching her where she most needed him to. What was it going to take to get what she knew he could provide?
Francois’s fingers made small circles above her achy breasts. Her nipples yearned to be touched, pulled, and teased, but no one seemed to be willing to satisfy her.
Joe removed the warming stones, and the loss of heat and pressure shifted her mood downward.
“Darlin’, I need you to turn over.”
His tone seemed on edge. Was it because Francois was slowly working his way from her ear down to her hard nipples? Maybe he was jealous of his coworker. The thought nearly sent her over the edge.
Francois tapped her shoulder as if she’d been dreaming. Air swept over her body as Joe held up the sheet. Little electric shocks raced along her spine and down to her very moist core.
“Sorry,” she said, a little embarrassed she’d taken so long to react.
Damn. He’d been so close to touching her and giving her some release. When she turned over, she lifted up higher than necessary, hoping Francois would get a good look at her breasts and want to fondle them. Joe too would be able to glimpse her pussy and hopefully desire to touch her. Showing off should have embarrassed her, but for some unexplained reason, she wanted to excite them as much as they’d excited her.
When the sheet fluttered down on her body, Joe folded it so that only the top of her butt was covered. She tilted her pelvis a little more, hinting at her willingness to experiment.
The sound of two metal latches coming undone surprised her.
“Darlin’, the table is about to move. I need to get closer so I can move the stones over some hard-to-get-to places.”
“Sure.” Not that she understood the mechanics of his table, or how placing stones on her body would be hard to reach from any angle, but right now she’d do anything for him. The table opened up from her waist down, bringing her legs into a spread-eagle position. Oh, my God. Cool air blasted her clit, and she nearly screamed from the pleasure.
“Joe?”
“Shh. It’s okay, darlin’. I promise you’ll like this, but I need you to do something for me.”
“What?” She was a little embarrassed at how breathy she sounded, as if she was desperate to do what he asked.
“Get on your hands and knees for me.”
“Why?” She knew, or at least she hoped she knew why, but she had to ask. Her blood zoomed through her veins, thinking about what might come.
“I want to make this really good for you.”
If she did as he asked, her swollen opening would be right at his eye level and her tits would practically be in Francois’s face. Joe would be free to lick her and suck on her hard little nub with abandon, while Francois could take her tits in his hands and play with her nipples. Waves of contractions rushed down her walls. The thought of their touching her so intimately sent her into a near frenzy. Without answering, she did as he asked.
“You are so beautiful.” Joe’s voice caught.
Francois pressed his cheek against hers and dragged his hands down her arms. “I want you to relax. You seem coiled so tight.”
She was? Before she could think about how to unwind, Joe dragged two warm rocks over her butt cheeks, soothing the pulsations rising to the surface. The slow, methodical flow made her relax her bottom, but her pussy walls quivered and shook in anticipation of his fingers that were sure to come.
Francois rubbed her back, coming oh so close to touching the sides of her tits. She wasn’t sure which she wanted more, for Francois to cup her breasts or for Joe to touch her pussy. An involuntary groan escaped.
As if Joe understood what she really needed, he dragged the edge of the rock straight over her needy clit, and she jumped. Over and
over again, he rubbed her already-excited crease until her juices must have slickened his rock.
“That feel good, darlin’?”
“Oh, yes.”
When she thought she couldn’t handle anymore, Francois’s fingers brushed her nipples and followed up with a light pinch.
“God, that feels so good.”
He tweaked the tips, twisting and turning them, creating a pain so exquisite, she nearly yelled. Already raw and sensitive, Francois’s touch sent her to a new height.
Just when her breath had escaped, Joe ran a finger around her anus. Her heart slammed against her ribs, and her gut reaction was to clench her cheeks close. “What are you doing?”
“Darlin’, every inch of you is so exquisite, I wanted to give you more.”
More of what? When she didn’t move, he dipped a thin rock into her tight, muscled hole. She expected to be revolted but was surprised by how much the pressure stimulated her. “Mmm.”
“You like that, don’t you?”
She more than liked the forbidden touch, but she certainly wasn’t going to encourage him when every other part of her body needed something “more.” She wanted him to push in harder, but instead of something plunging into her, the warm rock disappeared and a zipper sounded.
She tensed, thinking he might want to put his cock in her bottom. She’d never experienced anything other than regular sex, but given how stimulating the rock’s end had been, she might like having him in her, just not right now, maybe.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. No sex, remember?”
She remembered all too well.
“Joe needs to feel your heat to guide him to the next level.”
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