Trust the Focus by Megan Erickson

Author:Megan Erickson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2015-02-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

We asked Sally—the blonde who checked us in—for a restaurant with good burgers and she directed us to a place about fifteen minutes away.

It was loud but the burgers were fantastic and the beer was cold and I ate way too much. The seasoned waitress flirted with Landry, and he flirted back and the whole exchange made me laugh.

I didn’t hold Landry’s hand or kiss him or anything, but I didn’t worry about how close we held our heads while talking or the distance between our bodies. I did what felt right. And while part of me was nervous as hell, the part that won was the part that wanted to please Landry.

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When we got back to the B and B, Landry turned on a movie, but all I could think about was the giant whirlpool tub I’d caught a glimpse of before we left for dinner.

In the bathroom, I started the hot water. Then I rummaged in a basket on the counter and sniffed a couple of bottles. I found a bubble bath that didn’t smell too much like a woman’s perfume and dumped the whole bottle into the swirling water. Once the tub was full, which I waited quite impatiently for, I stripped, turned on the jets, and submerged my body with a moan.

Driving for hours every day was taking a toll on my back, arms, and ass. I strained my left rotator cuff junior year and it had never fully recovered. The familiar tightness and ache had started creeping into my neck the last couple of days. I scooted my shoulder in front of a jet and let hot water blast away the soreness. I closed my eyes and laid my head back.

I heard footsteps and the rustling of clothes. I opened my eyes blearily and rolled my head to the side. Landry stood beside the tub, pulling off his shirt. He toed off his shoes and socks and then dropped his pants.

He stepped into the tub naked across from me and nodded toward my shoulder. “Sore?”

I nodded and he pushed himself over to me. “Lean forward.”

I almost told him no. I’d told him no for about four years whenever he offered to massage my shoulder like he had sometimes in high school. I couldn’t take it anymore, trying to hide my attraction. The last time he’d massaged my shoulder was senior year in high school. I’d gotten so hard I had to run to the showers and jerk off.

But I didn’t have to do that anymore. Landry could put his hands on me. I didn’t have to hide anything. The thought eased the constant tightness in my chest, and my limbs went to jelly. Somehow, I managed to do as I was told, and Landry scooted behind me, straddling my hips. I rested my hands on his thighs and leaned back against his chest. When his fingers pressed against my shoulder and began kneading the muscles, I closed my eyes. He began to sing softly,

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