It’s still early, but I’m surprised the front bar is so empty. Miles and I are able to take our usual spot in a back corner, away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers.
Ash notices us almost right away. She makes eyes at me while Miles and I sip our first drink. As soon as I finish, though, she’s right by my side with another.
“Care to join me in the back, Fritz?” she asks sweetly.
I groan as she digs her thumbs into the tight points in my shoulders. I know I said I wasn’t playing tonight, but damn, that feels incredible. My head lolls against the back of the couch, and my whole body goes weak.
Miles laughs beside me. “I think that means yes, Ashton.” He gives me a pat on the ass when I stand to follow the masseuse to her usual room.
The table is already warm when I lie down, and I immediately relax into her touch as Ashton begins working on my upper back and shoulders.
“Always so tense when you’ve been away for too long,” she chastises me.
“Yeah, it’s been quite a month, Ash,” I mumble.
“Tell Momma all about it.”
I exhale. “Actually, Ashton, I kind of just want to relax a bit.” Sometimes we talk while she works, but today I’m hoping she’ll work her magic without all the personal stuff.
“Whatever you need, my sweet boy.” I pick up a shred of disappointment in her voice.
Usually, by the time she starts working on the backs of my thighs and glutes, my dick is starting to take notice. Right now, though, as wonderful as the warm oils and strong strokes feel on my aching muscles, the sensual gratification I usually feel when Ashton touches me just isn’t there.
She notices too when she finishes my backside, and I turn over.
“Are you displeased with my work, Fritz?” She pouts.
“Not at all,” I assure her, while also thinking that I should probably start getting massages more regularly, but at an actual spa. As much as I enjoy getting off at the end when I see Ash, she’s simply notdoing it for me today. I’d much rather have a different woman’s hands on me.
She works for a long time while I’m on my back, paying special attention to my pecs and upper legs, which usually gets me going, but still nothing. I see the disappointment on her face when I stand after she is done.
“Tell me what to do for you, darling boy.”
“I’m good, Ashton, really,” I say as I pull my pants back on, her usual terms of endearment kind of grating on me.
She eyes me carefully as I dress, studying me to try to suss out whatever is going on. I drop a few more bills on the table in the corner, even though she didn’t do any of the extras I normally tip well for.
Miles raises an eyebrow at me from the same spot where I left him. A flash of familiar blonde hair catches in my peripheral vision, but when I turn to get a better look, she’s already through the door leading deeper into the club. I go to the bar and order another drink before returning to him.
“That was fast. Over eager today, are we?”
“Nope.” I sip my drink to avoid going into it any further. “Was that Trixie I saw a minute ago?”
Miles rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah.”
“I didn’t know she was coming tonight. Where did she go?”
“She’s, erm, here with a friend.”
Something isn’t right.
“That’s never stopped her before.” My cousin lovesshowing off a new woman. She never misses an opportunity to silently remind me of what I’m missing by keeping my sex life under lock and key.
“Apparently, this one is shy. Trix doesn’t want to scare her by introducing her to the prince tonight.”
I watch him over the rim of my glass, as if I can break him with my stare, but he only gives it right back. Suddenly, he stands, throwing back the last of his whiskey and gestures to a set of double doors in the back corner.
“If having Ash’s hands all over you wasn’t enough to pull you out of the little hole you’re in, perhaps something else will?”
