Ainslee giggles although she looks surprised. “Damn, just how big was that crush.”
I laugh harder than I should. “Smaller than yours which tells you what, Ainslee?”
She makes a face. “Fine. I guess I’ll look into those things or whatever.”
I feel the need to clarify since a normal woman would have lost her shit behind something like this.
“For the record, I know what size he wears because I planned your wedding. I know what size you wear as well.”
Ainslee shakes her head thinking about how long ago all of that feels. “We were not happy campers that day. It kinda sucks.”
“I get what you mean. Jagger and I were forced but we had time to spend together prior so it allowed us to have some sort of fun. But think about this, are you happy now?”
She perks up at the mention of her current relationship with that mountain of sexy and grumpy.
“Hell, yes.”
“Then that’s all that matters.”
After brunch, I arranged for the things I’d purchased Jagger to be delivered to the room while we’re at the spa. I have a gift for him that I brought with me from Founder’s that I want to give him tonight. I think he’ll take being the one wined and dined in stride but we’ll see soon.
Jagger
“Karessa?”
“Yes?”
“Being this relaxed makes my dick hard.”
Karessa snorts but she’s clearly amused and women doing my pedicure and manicure giggle. I pop an herbal compress off my eye to peek at her. She’s in a robe as well, we just finished the couple’s massage and body scrub session and I know Oran didn’t get this smooth so I make a mental note to gloat. I’ll admit, he and Karessa are right, this little break was much needed.
“This is hardly the place or time for such issues,” she tells me as she remains leaning back and relaxing with her compresses. Her skin still glows from her facial despite her refusal to use my cum as a protein treatment.
“Fine, but you’ve been warned.” She removes her eye coverings to roll her eyes at me properly.
Her dramatic expressions are still one of my favorite things about her. A lot of shit I say is just me being me and the rest is to get her to make a face. We have plans tonight - all her doing - and I want to see what this ‘classic’ date is going to be.
I stretch and check out my freshly buffed nails once I’m finished. I knew I’d be done before Karessa since women get those damn claws these days. I’m not opposed, especially when she scratches me during sex, I’m just calling them what they are.
After returning the compresses to the spa worker who collects them, I go to the side of Karessa’s chair and she smiles up at me as she gets the last touches done to her pedicure. Slipping my hand under her chin, I tip her head back and steal a kiss. I love kissing her pillow soft lips. When I pull back and see the adoration in her gaze, it shocks me for a beat because I realize my ex never looked at me like that. It’s not a comparison, just another thing that confirms how wrong we were for each other.
Despite the bullshit, I know this is a much better alternative. I can feel that she cares and that’s worth its weight in gold.
“Go ahead to the room and get ready. I have my outfit down here. Meet me outside at 6:45,” she tells me like she runs shit.
“Okay.” It’s cute so I’ll let her have her way.
She squeezes my hand the way she always does when she feels we’re about to part. I smile at how her fingers linger until they cannot touch me any longer. My smile remains until I make it to the room. There’s a garment bag in the middle of the bed with a single red rose and a note.
Jagger,
I boughtyou something pretty to wear tonight.
XO,
Karessa
I laughand I want to spank her. On the table next to the bed is a “bouquet” made out of mini bottles of my favorite whiskey. It’s sweet that she was being creative while giving me something I’ll actually use. I open the garment bag and the first thing I see are some black micro-steel low rise trunks. I’m assuming this is the male version of lingerie since I usually wear boxer briefs.
