Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“My butt cheeks are jealous of the attention the rest of my muscles are getting,” she moaned.

“Yeah, well… they’re just going to have to deal with a little neglect as massaging them would be cruel… for both of us,” he sighed. “And you can rely on me to remain a gentleman.”

“Cruel?” she said, blinking at him in confusion.

“I think you can figure that one out,” he muttered as he returned to the task of applying lotion and massaging her legs.

She moaned loudly when he worked on her feet, pressing the pads of his thumbs firmly against her arches, and a passing guest smiled at her. “Lucky lady! What I’d give for a foot massage that could make me cry out like that!”

Monique smiled blissfully at the women then her mouth dropped open as Kyle worked her toes.

“Damn! That good?” Shaking her head with a sigh, the woman continued on her way though she did run her eyes appreciatively over Kyle’s body before she did.

Kyle settled onto his stomach on his own lounge chair. This way no one would see the bulge in his shorts.

She turned her head to look at him with wide eyes. “Where… how did you learn to do that?” Monique breathed in amazement.

Kyle shrugged. “Just another skill I picked up to please Gwen,” he said without enthusiasm.

She gave him a compassionate look. “Well, I’m not Gwen and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for that delightful massage. My bottom doesn’t thank you for its neglect.”

He snorted at her. “You’re welcome and you’re welcome.”

She pouted at him and he stared back in exasperation. “Have you ever had your butt massaged?”

She gave her head a little shake as she kept up her eye contact and sad pout.

Gritting his teeth he pushed himself up to a seated position to stare at her. “You’re too used to getting your way.” She gave him an impish smile and nodded as she saw she’d won. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. This is a therapeutic massage only,” he said sternly. She nodded once more in understanding.

With a sigh he poured some lotion in his hands and rubbed them together. He began at the dimples on her lower back and worked downwards, squeezing and kneading the firm muscles of her exquisite ass.

By the end, he was hard as rock in his board shorts and she was squirming under his hands. He immediately stood and walked into the pool with a splash. The cool water hid the visible signs of his excitement and gradually relaxed his stiff appendage. It also had the added benefit of easing the pounding in his head. He recalled the doctor’s instructions.

When he’d calmed sufficiently he climbed back out of the pool and reclined against his chair. He was still showing against his shorts but it wasn’t as blatantly obvious as it had been earlier.

“You said it was cruel. I’m sorry. I didn’t really understand,” she said contritely.

He nodded with a small smile. “Well, it’s not fatal and it goes away so, all’s good?” he held her eyes to see if their friendship had been damaged but she gave him a small smile of her own and nodded.

He sighed and smiled in relief.

“One question,” she said and he nodded. “That was strictly therapeutic?”

He nodded.

“Huh.” She left it at that.

A short time later Kyle’s stomach grumbled, closely followed by an answering grumble from Monique’s. They burst into laughter at the perfect timing.

“They sound hungry!” Monique giggled.

“Do you like Mexican food?” he asked as the mood suddenly struck.

“Oh yes! That sounds so good! I’d love some nachos and tacos!” she gushed.

“Let’s go!” he said as he stood and held out his hand. She took it in hers and he pulled her to her feet. They gathered their stuff and quickly made their way up to the room.

Kyle took his shower first and was quick about it. He exited the bathroom with his towel around himself and she stepped inside and closed the door. He heard the shower start up so he pulled some clothes from his bag and dropped the towel to step into his underwear. He heard a squeak behind him and glanced over his shoulder to see her duck into the bathroom, closing the door once more.

“Sorry!” he called out but he heard no response. He cursed himself. He should have taken his clothes into the small guest bathroom to get changed.

He finished dressing and sat on the couch to wait. When she came out he stood quickly. “I’m so sorry about that! I thought you were in the shower and I could get away with a quick change.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

She raised her hands. “It’s ok. I didn’t see… much. We’re good. Let’s go eat some Mexican food!”

He smiled and nodded.

They took a cab to a restaurant slightly off the strip. Kyle had done some quick research on his cell and found this place. The reviews raved about the food though the ambience was a little lacking. It was almost a sports bar with multiple TV’s tuned to different games. They managed to get a table on the rooftop deck overlooking the street.

Nachos were ordered and they dug in when they arrived. Monique ordered a beer to go with the food but Kyle stuck to water.

They ordered their entrées which they didn’t wait long for and found them to be delicious as well.

The only TV upstairs was against the wall and was showing a bunch of men sitting around a table arguing good naturedly about something.

“Oh! That’s Dale!” Monique said in surprise.

Kyle turned his head and saw one of the men in the show was her husband. He was making emphatic gestures to accompany the point he was trying to make but he was smiling as he did. They watched him for a while and saw he was holding his own even against the younger men around the table. “Man, he really seems to love what he’s doing!” Kyle remarked as he could see the passion in his eyes.

Monique nodded and turned away. Her smile dimmed a little.

“Are you ok?” Kyle asked gently as he caught her mood change.

Monique’s eyes returned to his. “When you were living with Gwen, you said you gave yourself over to her completely.”

He nodded carefully, not knowing where she was going with this.

“Dale gives himself over to coaching and basketball. It’s everything to him. He’s consumed by it.”

Ah! Comprehension dawned for Kyle.

“I used to worry about Fiona’s treatment by Albert and how he acted like she was some kind of trophy wife. He didn’t love her. He loved how she made him look.” A sad little smile appeared on Monique’s lips. “Dale loves me. He’s faithful to me… but his passion is reserved for basketball. He spends less and less time at home and I find myself alone in a beautiful house filled with reminders of his success… and I realize I’m a trophy as well.”

She dabbed her eyes with a napkin. “Seeing Fiona find love again was eye opening for me. I thought you were the one when we first met but I realize you two were just playing it safe. Maybe Cameron is connecting with her at a deeper level?”