“Are you serious? What’s David done that’s so wrong?” Hunter asked, trying to defend me.
Mia saw me leaning up against the car. Hunter froze in his tracks when he saw me.
“Come on, we’ll talk about this after dinner,” Mia told Hunter.
Rose and Ava came back. I couldn’t read their expressions as Ava went back to her apartment. Rose turned to Mia.
“I’m going to have to renege on our offer to take you to dinner,” Rose said, and then she turned to Hunter. “I’ve just met you, but I’m going to give you some advice: run for the hills. This one is bad news. If you want to go to dinner with us, you’re more than welcome.”
She took my hand and we got into the car. Hunter looked horrible, but he stayed with Mia. I’d called it. He wanted to get laid too much. He would learn.
Rose took me to a nice place where I got an aged rib eye. We never mentioned Ava, which was fine with me.
“How’s your back?” I asked her as we were waiting for our check.
“It’s been better. I wrenched it again when I lifted a heavy box moving. I can’t seem to get it well.”
“Have you gone to a doctor?”
“No, I keep thinking it’ll get better. What I need is one of your massages.”
“I can do that. We need to make a stop to get some massage oil on the way back,” I told her.
WE CAME BACK TO MY hotel and I told Rose to strip while I grabbed some clean towels to put on the bed. When I came out of the bathroom, all she had on was a smile. Rose had been tanning nude if her lack of tan lines was any indication. I had to shake myself to quit staring at her flawless body.
“Lie down before you distract me,” I said.
She crawled on the bed and I opened the massage oil she had picked out. I put some on my hands and smelled it. It had a nice minty scent. I was torn between wanting to help her and instead using my tongue and lips to explore every inch of her. The big head won out and I began to work on her back.
I first gently worked in the oil. If you’re doing a deep tissue massage, you don’t use as much oil because the friction on the skin actually helps. Not enough oil can lead to chafing. Even with a gentle touch, I could see her twitch when I found problem areas.
“I can help you relax and loosen your muscles, but you’re in too much pain. You need to have a professional look at this,” I advised her.
“Okay, Dad,” she teased me.
Greg had been teaching me more about giving a proper massage over the summer. Angie’s back was our preferred test dummy. Lifting Kyle would cause her to have trouble spots. Greg taught me how to find them and then melt them away.
Rose’s back was a mess. I worked on it for nearly an hour. By the time I was done, she said she was pain-free. I knew it was only temporary, but she was a happy girl.
“Your turn,” she announced.
“My turn what?” I asked.
“Strip, I want to give you a massage.”
That was the best idea I’d heard in a while. I stripped and mimicked her look of smiling at me. She had me lie on my stomach and she poured oil on my back. I was going to be a mess. Rose had an interesting technique. She used her breasts to rub on my back. This might be my new favorite way of getting a massage. I would have to talk to Greg and see if we could find someone we could train to do this technique. I think he’d make a fortune.
When my back was done, she had me roll over. She poured oil onto my chest, stomach and crotch. She used the same technique of giving me a massage. There was the added benefit of her straddling my crotch and rubbing Mr. Happy with her sex. Her lips parted and she was slowly humping herself up and down my oiled length as she rubbed her breasts on my chest.
At some point, we gave up the pretense of a massage and I found out that my first assessment of Rose was correct: she did have kissable lips. I don’t know if she intended it, but she slid up too far and Mr. Happy jumped up, and when she came back down she impaled herself on him. That was when I had the ‘Aw Shit!’ moment. I’d forgotten to use a condom.
“Rose, are you protected?” I asked.
“Yes, baby, and I’ve been checked. We’re safe. Now shut up and get to work,” she ordered me.
There was a difference between making love and sex. Making love is about making a connection. You take your time. Soft caresses, gentle lovemaking, lingering looks and butterfly kisses are all a part of it. Sex is all about having fun. It’s much more primal. The caveman came out in me. I wanted to grab her and just have fun with her. Pure sex is much more intense, and you have much harder orgasms, at least in my experience. That was why people do it.
I’m sure you’ll find people who will tell you having an emotional connection is the only way to go. I bet if you asked a hundred teenage boys, the majority would rather have fun.
Rose wanted to have fun. She kept urging me to go faster and harder. I finally took control. I rolled over on her and then made her get on all fours. I grasped Mr. Happy and took her from behind in one easy stroke. Rose let out a long satisfied moan.
“Yes, be a man, take me,” she begged.
It was as if she had given control over to me. I felt a rush of adrenaline and began energetically to enjoy her. Our hips slammed together and she grunted at each thrust. Then she became religious.
“Oh god, Oh God, OH GOD!” she screamed as she climaxed.
She collapsed under me as I joined her in my release.
At that moment, Hunter opened the door and promptly closed it. I heard a muffled “Shit, sorry. I’ll be in the bar.”
We both began to giggle.
“Let’s get this shit off of us,” Rose said, and she led me to the shower.
I had to suds-up twice to get all the massage oil off me. Rose had an early shoot, and I had to get up and run, so we called it a night. I walked her out and then went to find Hunter. He was sitting in the bar with Ridge and Chris Hart, a wide receiver we had worked with today.
“Sorry about that,” Hunter apologized.
“She wanted to know why you took off,” I told him.
“Oh, don’t tease me about that,” he groaned.
“Buddy, get used to it. He owes you big-time after the stunt you pulled on him today,” Chris said.
“That was classic. The look on David’s face was priceless. Have you seen the video?” Hunter asked.
“Oh man! I forgot they record everything. Tell me it isn’t on YouTube,” I complained.
“It sure is,” Ridge said.
I handed him my phone and he brought it up. It was funny. I looked so intense and focused. You could tell I was completely confused as to what had just happened. Then I figured it out and I took out after Hunter.
I forwarded the link to Lily. If I was going to be made fun of, I wanted to be in control of it.
“Where did you ever come up with that?” Chris asked.
“I saw a video of a college team doing it in practice. I thought it was funny as hell. When Mr. Ego was swaggering around, I figured he needed to be taken down a notch or two. I talked to some of the coaches and they thought it would be funny, and it was,” Hunter filled us in.
“I hear you guys are working with Bo Harrington. How do you like him?” Ridge asked.
“I messed my ankle up playing a pickup game of basketball. It screwed up my throwing motion because I was worried about hurting it again. I worked with him for a week and I was throwing better than I had been before the accident,” Hunter told him.
“Our starting quarterback got hurt. He was a pure option quarterback, and our offense was geared towards that. They hired Bo to come in and revamp everything to a pass-oriented offense to better fit my skills. He helped get me to the point where I didn’t embarrass myself. Why, are you looking for someone to help you with that little hitch in your throwing motion?” I asked.
“What hitch?” Ridge asked.
We all laughed at him.
“Funny. No, I’d heard he was a fixer. I just want to be ready for the season,” Ridge explained.