Too bad Katah Vista’s not bigger. It wouldn’t matter if Blake and I aren’t on the same page then, we could do the secret boyfriend thing with no one the wiser. However, in a town that size, we're likely to run into each other daily, and I could see that making him uncomfortable in the one place he’s always felt safe, which I wouldn’t want to put him through.
Still, being close to him is a tempting thought. More tempting than it should be after a single night. If there’s a chance he’d be into the idea of me living in his backyard… It couldn’t hurt to float the idea his way, right?
“I’m interested,” I tell Axel as he finishes his pitch, “but I want to check it out before I decide. If I’m going to park myself in one place, I need to get out of my trailer, and I’m not living with you and Lennon,” I cut him off before he can offer. “Let me check out the area and this barn to see how much work it’s really gonna be. Then I’ll let you know.”
“I’ll tell Lennon you’re coming.” He grins like I’ve already said yes, and I roll my eyes to hide the fact that he’s probably right.
***
The waiting room could use a facelift. Not only is it beige on top of beige, but the chairs look like they were made in the eighties, complete with worn fabric stretched thin between two rickety arm rests. It’s definitely not the relaxing, rejuvenating experience the sign out front promises.
A bored-looking brunette looks up from her phone when I enter. “Can I help you?”
“Jace Anderson, I have an appointment.” I step to the counter to sign in and she hands me a clipboard with some forms. When I’ve finished them, she leads me to a changing room where she instructs me to lock up my clothes and valuables and don a robe. After I change, she escorts me to a lounge and tells me to wait here until I’m called.
The lounge at least has some windows, offering a decent view of the highest peak at the resort. This time of year, it’s a vibrant green, thanks to a good snowfall over the winter, with patches of wildflowers dotting the slope. I take a seat—the leather couches in here make up for the dated reception area—and flip through a magazine, some cigar thing that smells sort of woodsy. Like cedar. At least flowers and makeuparen’t the only reading material.
Finding nothing of interest, I toss it on the coffee table as a heavy door whooshes open. Blake pauses mid-stride when his gaze settles on me, his eyes growing wide a half-second before they seem to soften, an eager smile spreading aross his face.
I know the feeling; you do the same thing to me.
“I thought I’d take you up on that massage.” I break the silence, my eyes tracking over his sculpted frame, which is evident despite the generic uniform of khaki pants and a polo with the resort logo.
Blake references the clipboard, swallowing audibly. “My chart says Anderson, not Jace.”
“Anderson is my last name. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Yeah?” His smile verges on blinding before he traps his lower lip between his teeth.
“Yeah. I wanted to see your reaction when you realized I was here.”
“Why?” He licks his lips, and my dick strains under the heavy fabric.
“To make sure you’re happy to see me.” I stand and cross the room until we’re a few feet apart, though I don’t get close enough to touch. Not yet.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” His Adam’s apple bobs on a heavy swallow, eyes growing hooded as I close the distance between us.
“We didn’t make plans. I wasn’t sure if this would be overstepping or not.” I fist my hands by my side to keep from reaching for him.
Blake takes a shaky breath. “If being here means that night was just as important to you as it was to me… you’re definitely not overstepping.”
Those words cause my heartbeat to echo in my chest, but they also confuse me. “If you wanted to see me again, why didn’t you say anything?”
His eyes dart briefly to the floor as he takes a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to force it or get my hopes up. Plus I knew with Axel living here there was a chance you’d pass through eventually, and I figured if we saw each other during one of those trips it’d be–” his cheeks flush as he takes another timid breath “–it’d mean something.”
“This isn’t a random meeting though. I planned it.”
“It’s random for me. And it means you wanted to see me again.” He notices the lump under my robe and not so subtly adjusts his own bulge, which I very nearly step into to feel a little relief.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on just looking at someone. Or maybe it’s his words I’m reacting to.
Despite the need for friction on my cock, it’s my chest I absently rub. But the movement causes the soft terry robe to glide over my rigid dick, and without meaning to I utter a pained groan.
“Let's get you into a room before these boners get me fired.” Blake opens the lounge door and holds it ajar for me to pass through, but with my willpower fading, I get close enough that the back of my hand brushes over his dick as I walk by. He utters a whisperedfuck, causing me to bite my lip to hold in a groan of my own.
Blake guides me down the hall to a small room with a long, padded table in the center. I stand facing the foot of the table as he closes the door and turns on some sort of elevator music, upping the volume a few notches. Then he erases the distance between us, plastering himself to my back.
Taking my chin in one hand, he turns my head and devours my mouth while the other yanks the robe off and cups my dick, giving it a long, slow pull. My body barely has time to register the spike in pleasure before he lets go and growls, “On the table. Face down.”
