He snorted, strolling over. “Now you’re making me look bad.”
“I’ll get Thomas set up first,” Zara said. “Then we’ll sort out your self-conscious little arsehole…”
“Little?” Thomas questioned. “With the action he’s seen?”
Scott groaned. “You’re the biggest dick I know.”
“Perfect for a little arsehole.” Zara sighed.
Zara ripped off the waxing sheet, Scott hissed and gripped the bed, and a slow, low chuckle leaked from Thomas’s lips.
Scott eased out a breath, glancing at Thomas on the next bed. The hot stones were along Thomas’s spine, relaxing his muscles so by the time Zara was done torturing Scott’s crack, he’d be ready for his massage.
Thomas sighed. “You’re right, Scott, this was a great idea. I haven’t laughed this much in months.”
“Sadist,” Scott muttered.
Thomas grinned. He had his head turned towards Scott to get a good view of his pained expression.
“I’ve never seen you looking more like a snake,” Scott told him.
And it was true, Thomas looked content, basking beneath the heat of the rocks.
“Last one,” Zara promised.
Thomas leaned up, and one of the rocks slipped from his back onto the bed. “You missed a spot,” he said. “I think he needs at least two more strips, three to be certain.”
“Ha fucking ha – owww!” Scott gritted his teeth.
Thomas chuckled again and lowered himself back to the bed.
“If you’ve got an erection over there,” Scott warned with venom, “I’ll take two of those rocks and smash them on your dick.”
Zara pinched him.
“What the hell was that for?”
“For threatening one of my customers.”
Scott narrowed his eyes at Thomas.
“I’m bringing Jade in to do your brows and lashes while I massage Thomas,” Zara said, moving to the sink to wash her hands.
Scott rolled over until he was on his back.
Zara shook her head. “You can get dressed…”
“Oh right.”
Scott put his clothes back on except his hoodie. Zara left the room to fetch Jade.
“Are you sore?” Thomas asked.
Scott clenched his arsehole, testing. “No, I’m good.”
“Shame.”
“You’re horrible to me, you know that?”
