It could have been the years’ long dry spell, but just touching her between those thick, perfect thighs gave my dick ideas. Ideas I needed to see through before the next two-and-a-half weeks were up. I’d always been a vocal lay, but even some of the shit I was saying to her in the heat of the moment shocked me. It was like a primal flip had switched.
From the minute I stepped foot on that plane I was down for Ophelia, and I was damn near positive that she felt the way I did. It was a perfect opportunity to help each other out. As long as we didn’t let it get too far and mutually agreed to put it behind us after the new year, nobody was getting their feelings involved.
“I appreciate how much you care about me, Cap.” I smirked at him. “I think we both realize it’s gotta be casual. I promise you, if things go south, I’ll be the first to admit that you told me so.” Just then the computer behind me timed out again, making that beeping sound of agony. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Mateo sighed, reaching over to turn off the monitor. “Come on, take a ride with me. You can finish this later.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Slacking off today?”
“I need your opinion on something for Tally.”
The only time Mateo needed my opinion on something was figuring out what takeout we were going to order for dinner. He was always entirely sure of himself and overly stubborn—a decision maker, through and through. Which is why he earned that Captain nickname in Delta. Our whole unit knew he was the leader without having to be told. So Mateo needing my opinion on something, especially involving Tally, had to be important.
“Are you doing it?” My mouth widened into a grin.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me toward the front door. “Yeah, brother. I think I am.”
I patted him on the back, laughing. “Well if I’m losing you, we’re going out with a fucking bang.”
“Vegas?” he suggested.
“Over Tally’s dead body,” I joked.
“We’ll all just have to go together.”
God, shit was about to get so much crazier.
13
“This place is really nice.” My voice carried over the sloshing of water at my feet.
The boutique spa we ended up at was bright and airy, desert-toned walls warming the space as the natural light of the day basked through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lush greenery hung from macrame baskets and overflowed from oversized potted ceramic in every corner of the room. Soft whispers of instrumental strings played as we soaked our feet under warm jets tinted in aromatic lavender incense.
“I got a massage and facial here once as a surprise from Mateo. Best three hundred dollars he’s ever spent. That man didn’t walk ten feet in the house without me dropping to my knees for a week.”
“I’m surprised he’d even have to spend the money.”
Nat swatted my arm across the leather chair and popped a complimentary chocolate-covered acai berry into her mouth. “Some people say your twenties are your prime, but I feel like the older we get the more unrelentingly horny we become.”
I hid a laugh behind my fist and looked down at the two women working at our feet. One thing I'd always loved about Natalia was her unhinged transparency. Nothing seemed to make her blush or cringe. Growing up surrounded by three other hard-headed, outspoken sisters seemed to have done that to her. At home she constantly battled for attention, but in the real world that brazen confidence got her everything and anything she wanted.
My phone vibrated and I slid it open to read a new text from Frankie.
Frankie <3: What’s your favorite color?
Ophelia: Like an aqua blue, turquoise-ish
Frankie <3: ish?
Ophelia: Why does it matter?
Frankie <3: Curiosity
Ophelia: What’s yours?
Frankie <3: Green-ish
I made a humored noise that earned a flashing glance from the woman painting my nails.
Frankie <3: How many siblings do you have?
Ophelia: Aren’t you a little old for Twenty Questions?
Frankie <3: I didn’t peg you as an ageist, O. Is it not fun to do things that make you happy before you inevitably die?
Ophelia: An ageist and a cynic playing Twenty Questions sounds like the start to a terrible joke Frankie <3: Are you done, smartass?
Ophelia: For now. I have five younger half-siblings. My dad and his wife have Leo, and the twins Stella and Daisy, and then my mom and her husband have Gavin and Laila Frankie <3: Nice names. Leo is the oldest?
Ophelia: Yup, just turned fourteen. What about you?
Frankie <3: I have a younger sister, Addy Ophelia: Does she live in Coconut Creek too?
Frankie <3: She’s down near Miami with my mom
I felt an irking need to ask him more about his family, about the father he didn’t mention, but decided against prying too deeply. Nat reached over and put a bubbling champagne glass down next to me on the table with a wink and then reclined backwards.
Ophelia: Do you visit a lot?
Frankie <3: I try to when I can. The last couple months have been kind of hectic Ophelia: Too busy trying to get laid in the airport Frankie <3: I’m playing the long game
The tension of home and work unfurled from my body and relaxation settled in with every minute as Nat and I glided across the spa from comfy chair to cushioned table.
The rough hands of a massage therapist pressed into my back like leaded weights, and I groaned involuntarily. Modesty was not the policy where beauty care was concerned, especially not in this high-end spa where it almost felt rude not to get naked. I was entirely too exposed with my tits squished underneath me against the linen-sheeted table and more than a healthy helping of my ass crack on display.
I’d gone to the same waxer for ten years back home in Pine Ridge, and a level of trust had to be built and nurtured over that full decade before I even felt comfortable showing that much hole to a fluorescent light.
Ophelia: What’s your sign?
Frankie <3: Aries
Ophelia: I knew you were a drama queen
Frankie <3: Do you really buy into all that shit?
Ophelia: Of course I do. I’m a textbook Libra—social, perfectionist, and I’m hilarious Frankie <3: And vain, so very vain
Ophelia: Confident
Frankie <3: What else does the star thing say about me?
Ophelia: You’re passionate, stubborn, don’t mind putting work into your relationships Frankie <3: I’m not stubborn
Ophelia: You enjoy a challenge
Frankie <3: Accurate. What does it say about how I am in bed?
Ophelia: Disappointing, quick on the trigger, selfish
I snorted to myself as I sent the message. My face was becoming numb against the half-moon pillow it was cradled in, and my arms under the massage table tingled like television static.
Frankie <3: I’m gonna make you eat those words, sweetheart
I began to reply but another text came through first.
Frankie <3: And maybe those pretty red panties I stole too so your friend doesn’t have to hear it all the way down the hall
My phone slipped through my fingers and clattered to the hardwood beneath the table.
“Shit,” I swore, attempting to reach it without moving too much as the hands on my lower back stilled.
“You good, Phee?” Natalia asked from somewhere to my left.