The Masseuse (17 page)

“What’s his excuse now?”

“Business.”

“And you believe him?” Honestly, she didn’t know what to believe. Who was Ramsey Stone anyway? Spa owner, masseuse, lover, friend, uncle, and what else? She didn’t know him
that
well...

“Jez, it’s been an entire month!” Delilah grabbed the remote and paused the Rom-Com they were watching. She had no idea what was going on anyway. Her mind had been on Ramsey and his trip.

“I know, Lilah. I know!” She poured more wine into her almost empty wine glass. “I don’t want to talk about this right now either.”

“Well, when can we talk about it?”

“When I’m ready.”

“Far as I’m concerned, Ramsey’s dick must be golden with a ruby tip.”

“Hey!”

“Because you never want to talk about the obvious. Your man’s been gone for a month. He’s been out of the good ole US of A for one entire month, and you don’t even seem worried.”

Though she kept it hidden, she was. She knew business meetings could go over but two extra weeks was a lot. Jezebel worried that maybe... he was lying to her. Maybe he indulged in whores like Kirk...It wasn’t like he needed whores. Ramsey was so beautiful that women flocked to him. But Kirk had been handsome too. She dismissed thoughts of her ex. Had Ramsey slept with anyone else? A month was a long time, especially for such a virile man…

“I know where you’re going with this, Delilah, and I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just watch the movie.”

“Is he married? Is that why? He’s got a pregnant wife and he’s telling her he’s got business in America and telling you he’s got business in Seoul?”

That thought had entered her mind, that he had a wife, but she couldn’t see Ramsey lying to her about that. And she’d seen no clues of that. Maybe she was being naïve considering what had happened with Kirk, but she wanted to trust that Ramsey was not that type of person. Jezebel stood.

“Where are you going?”

“Bed,” she muttered. “I’m tired.”

“We’ve still got an hour left in the movie.”

“I’ll watch it with you tomorrow.”

“Jez...”

The doorbell rang. Jezebel looked at the time. It was after ten. “Did you order food?”

Delilah shook her head.

Making her way to the door, Jezebel peeked out, then pulled the door open. Standing in her doorway, and looking like a million, newly minted bucks in his short-sleeved navy blue shirt and dark pants, was Ramsey.

“Miss me?” he asked. Before she could respond, his arms wrapped around her waist and she was lifted off her feet. His lips crashed against hers. She hiked her legs around his waist and...
attacked
him. She was kissing, and grinding, and gyrating, and undoing buttons, before Delilah’s shocked gasp and “Okaaay, guess I’m cabbing it home...” pulled her from her haze.

Ramsey lifted his head, and gave her a quizzical look.

Breathless, she rushed out, “My sister.”

He grinned, but didn’t put her down. “Hi sister.”

“Sister’s got a name,” Delilah chimed. “It’s Delilah.”

“Ramsey.”

“So I see.” She chuckled. “I’m going to see myself out.”

“Lilah,” Jezebel began, feeling like she should apologize for that display. Yes, she’d missed Ramsey, but she didn’t have to jump his bones in front of her sister.

Her sister passed her with a wink. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

With that, Ramsey moved further into the house as Delilah stepped through the doorway, and pulled the door in behind her.

Ramsey’s hand began massaging her ass. “You’ve been avoiding my calls.”

“You went away for a month.” He looked amazing, she thought, staring at his warm tanned skin, his dark eyes, his silky, straight hair.

“On business.”

“You said two weeks.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What were you doing for two extra weeks?”

“Negotiating.”

“What?” This was the first time she was hearing about him negotiating with anyone.

He smiled, and moved through her house, still stroking her bottom. “I acquired a new company. That was the delay. One of the shareholders was holding out.”

She frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me this on the phone?”

“I didn’t know if the negotiations would be successful. I didn’t want to jinx it.” They were in her room.

“I didn’t know you were that superstitious.”

“I am.”

“And you weren’t playing house with another woman?”

Ramsey froze and frowned. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you were gone for a month!” Was he serious?

“No.” He shook his head. “I told you. I’m not married and I don’t have any children.” When she stared at him suspiciously, his eyes softened. “I hadn’t found the right woman yet.”

Did he mean he had now? Was the right woman her? Well, that thought was nice. Hell, she was extraordinarily pleased—if that was what he was saying.

“Have you found her?”

Ramsey smiled, and kissed her slowly. “I think so.”

Warmth spread across her body like wildfire. Jezebel sighed inwardly. She really was easy, wasn’t she? She wanted to yell at him some more for being gone, but he was here and damn, she just wanted him to smell him, hold him, have him inside of her.

He walked her to the bed. “You still haven’t answered my question, baby.”

She licked her lips, seeing the fire in his dark eyes. “What?”

“Did you miss me?”

Jezebel smiled, kissed him softly, licking at his bottom lip as she pulled away, and murmured, “Not even a little.”

***

He made her eat those words not minutes later when he dropped her on the bed, pulled off her shorts and panties, parted her slick sex, and made himself comfortable between her thighs.

“Ramsey!” Jezebel moaned, trying unsuccessfully to pull his head away from her poor, epileptic pussy. “I can’t come anymore! Just...
oooooh
...stop!”

Lifting his lips briefly, he kissed her inner thigh, licking softly at her skin. “You teased me, baby.”

“What?”

“On the phone, remember?”

She shook her head, and whimpered, “No.” Of course she remembered, but that was so
long
ago.

His finger tickled her clit and she gasped. “Turnabout is fair play...or so they say.”

“You’re being cruel!” She wasn’t above whining. “You leave for an entire month, and now you want to tease me?”

Ramsey nodded, and returned his attention to her pussy. “Yes. I want to tease my pussy until she remembers who she belongs to.”

As his tongue laved, she moaned and whined, “She never forgot!”

“I don’t believe that,” he replied between licks to her sensitive clit. “I think she forgot.”

“No, I promise...she didn’t! She—
ahh
—knows—
oh God
—who...
She knows, Ramsey!”

Ramsey lifted his head and stared at her. His lips glistened and she knew that was all her. It had been a month after all. “So why was she talking about cocks and dildos...and why did she start ignoring me?”

She groaned. “She was frustrated. Ramsey, please—please put it inside me.”

“It?”

“My cock—my phal, please just fuck me.”

“I like when you beg.” He slid a hand over her mons. She hadn’t expected him today, or she would have shaved. She briefly wondered if he minded the hair, before that thought vanished. She’d caught sight of his erection already—he minded nothing. “Tell me what you want, Jez.”

She shook her head. How many times had she already told him what she wanted? “I want you to fuck me, Ramsey. Please. Just fuck me.”

He cocked his head to the side as if contemplating it, before he smiled. “Maybe later.”

With that, he went back to lapping at her sex like he was a cat and she was his cream. As her body somehow managed another orgasm, Jezebel closed her eyes and felt drained. He was either going to fuck her into oblivion as she asked or she was going to pass out. Either way, she was going to be knocked out for a while.

***

“I hate you!”

“You love me,” Ramsey replied with a smirk. She’d never said it, but Ramsey saw it in her actions, in the way she looked at him as if one word from him could erase the stress of a bad day, the way she let herself need him.

“Let go of my hands!”

“No.” He tightened his grip on them, stretched over her head as he lay above her soft body, his hips resting easily in the V of her thighs.

“Move faster!”

He withdrew slowly, marveling at the tight, wet heat that greeted him after so long a reprieve. If he wasn’t so selfish, he would have purchased her a toy that would have allowed him to come into her much easier, but he—Ramsey Stone—was a very selfish man. He didn’t mind vibrators, but he only wanted his cock in her body.

“Ramsey!” she whined, looking so frustrated he almost took pity and fucked her like they both wanted.

“Yes, baby?”

“I said I was sorry.”

He lifted a brow. “No you didn’t.”

She growled, then moaned. “Because I don’t know what I’m supposed to be sorry for.”

“Ah.” He released her hands and pulled from her body, biting his lip to keep from plunging right back into her heat.

“No!” she cried out. “What are you doing?”

Moving onto his side, he rolled her onto him and kissed her lips. “Ramsey, stop teasing me. I need you. I’m sorry...please.”

He slid a hand between their bodies and gently strummed her clit.

“Oooh,” she moaned. He eased his hand further back and plunged two fingers into her wet sex. His fingers glided easily, and he removed them, pulled one leg over his waist, and lined himself up with her heat.

“Yes, yes...oh Ramsey...” He slid into her slowly, careful not to move too hastily lest he hurt her. Most of the strenuous part had been done once her body had taken him again, but he still had to be careful.

“Like that?”

Jezebel kissed him, rubbing her breasts against him as he thrust faster into her tight channel.

“Yes...just like that...oooh, yes!”

Deciding he’d teased her—and himself—long enough, he gripped her buttocks, and rode her hard.

She kissed his lips, his cheek, his neck, holding on tightly. When he rolled onto her body, she was eager, spreading her legs wide and gripping his ass to urge him forward.

“Did you miss me?” He pounded her like he’d dreamed of doing on those lonely nights in Seoul. He’d almost brought her there, would have brought her, if it wasn’t dangerous.

“So much, baby!” He watched her breasts bounce in time to his thrusts and contemplated stopping to suckle them. Her nipples were large and dark, and each time he saw them, he wanted them in his mouth. “I missed you...so much!”

He grinned. At least she was being honest now. “Do you want me?”

She nodded, tightening her grip on his buttocks as he wildly drove into her. “Yes, yes!”

“Do you love me?” He halted his movement. She cried out softly, but cast her eyes up at his and licked her lips as she answered, “You know I do.”

He did. “Say it.” Ramsey moved again, slowly, one long stroke in, one long stroke out...

“I love you,” Jezebel murmured softly.

He increased his pace. “Louder.”

“I love you,” she groaned, running her hands up to his back.

“Louder, baby!” He kissed her harshly, stabbing his tongue into her mouth as his thrusts grew frantic. “I want everyone to know.”

She mewled. “I love you! I love you!”

“Who?”

“I love you, Ramsey!” Her hands were suddenly in his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp. He halted at the shine of tears in her eyes. Was he hurting her? Shit. Was it too much too soon? She was so tight and he was...a savage.

“Baby?”

“I love you,” she whispered softly. “I love how you touch me, love me, appreciate me...I love everything about you.” His pussy sucked at him deliciously and it took everything in him to remain still. “Don’t hurt me, Ramsey.”

It took seconds to realize she meant more than physically.

“Never,” he replied, finding his pace and continuing on. No one was going to hurt her now, not if he had anything to say about it. “I love you too much to hurt you, baby.”

She nodded, and kissed him, lifting her hips for a particularly deep thrust. She groaned, and he did too. His pelvis caressed hers as he stared down at her in awe. She’d just taken his entire length. A little smile curved her lips. “Now make me come.”

Withdrawing slightly, he thrust back into her, loving the feel of her taking him completely. She gasped. He kissed her. “With pleasure.”

Chapter 12

“Well, this is certainly the
best
block party we’ve ever thrown.”

Before she could control her reaction, Jezebel glared at Maggie, who was chugging a glass of cold water as she stared at the makeshift basketball court in front of Jezebel’s house where Ramsey, Eric, and a few of the younger, more athletic, husbands played. If peach-blond, Stepford wife Maggie hadn’t already made two comments about Ramsey’s attractiveness, one in a half-whisper about his perfect face after Jezebel introduced Ramsey to the neighbors, and the other about his shirtless state as he opted for the “skins” team in the game, Jezebel wouldn’t currently want to rip her perfectly coiffed hair out, but she had…

An amused chuckle made her whip her head in the direction. Watching her with knowing eyes, was Delilah, who sipped on a glass of lemonade and chewed happily on barbeque chicken as she lounged on one of the deck chairs Ramsey had lifted onto her front lawn. For good measure, Jezebel glared at her too, before shaking her head and returning her attention to the game. She didn’t follow sports so she’d lost count on the score, but she followed Ramsey…and his sweaty, ripped body as he ran around, dribbling the ball, checking people, blocking shots, dunking the ball…and looking so amazingly good it was a wonder she wasn’t stopping the game and telling him to meet her inside. In a way, she could understand Maggie’s fascination. In a limited way. Jezebel smirked.

It was a hot summer day at the end of July, and the block was having their annual party. Although Jezebel usually donated money for the festivities, in her years of living here, she’d attended two of the events, and never for more than hour. Her car was usually parked on another street so that she could leave whenever she wanted without having to obstruct the barricades. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them—the wives and stay-at-home Moms were very nice—but they’d had so little in common, and Jezebel had been all about work. However, this year, when she’d received the letter announcing the date of the block party, she decided…why not?