Sweet Addiction (12 page)

I perch myself up on
the counter and watch as he raids my fridge, his hair wet and fuckably messy.
“Where is all your food? The only thing in here is milk, some weird cheese, and
jelly.” He closes the door and glowers at me. I’m busy pulling my damp hair up
into a messy knot on top of my head when his question finally hits me.

“Oh, I eat out a lot.
And what weird cheese?” I hop down and stick my head in the fridge, following
his finger to the second shelf. I quickly close the door. “That is not cheese.
Maybe it was at one point but now, I’m not sure what it is.”

He laughs and pulls his
phone out of his pocket, kissing the top of my head. “Alright well, I need to
eat something besides you. What do you want? Chinese?”

I shrug. “I don’t care.
I’m not really hungry.”

Pressing the buttons on
his phone, I study him as he licks the slit running down his lip and brings his
cell up to his ear.  I reclaim my spot on the counter as he moves between
my legs. This is becoming a regular position for us. My fingers slip under his
shirt and I trace the hard lines of his stomach.

“Yeah, I wanted to
place an order for delivery. Dylan’s Sweet Tooth on Fayette. Yes, one order of
general tso chicken and one order of shrimp lo mein. Nope that’s it.” He moves
the phone away from his mouth. “What’s your last name?”

My jaw drops open. “You
don’t know the girl’s full name who you are currently fucking? That’s just
awful. I know yours, Carroll.” I cross my arms over my chest and push my boobs
up, seeing his eyes flick down and linger for a long second.

“Dylan.”

I shake my head in
disapproval. “It’s Sparks,” I huff.

He chuckles in
amusement. “Wow. That’s ridiculously fitting.” Before I can ask him what the
hell that meant he looks away from me and pays attention to the call. “Alright
thanks.” Placing the phone back in his pocket, he kisses me quickly on my nose
and I groan in protest.

“Why is Sparks
fitting?”

His lip twitches.
“Because, you’re like this little firecracker.” I laugh as he plants a kiss on
my forehead, running his hands up and down my arms. “Dinner will be here in
twenty. Oh, before I forget, we’re having this big meeting with some clients on
Tuesday and I was wondering if you would like to provide some of your treats
for it.”

I run my fingers
through his damp hair, causing it to curl a bit at the ends. “I’d love to. What
kind of treats?”

“I don’t know. It’s at
10:00 a.m. so I guess breakfast treats?” His forehead creases as he looks past
me and thinks it over.
Lord, he is adorable.

I smile and play with
his T-shirt, bunching it up in my hands. “Well, I happen to make some mean
breakfast treats. How many people am I providing for?”

“Twelve.”

I nod. “Okay. 
I’ll make sure to have enough for everyone to have three, that way if they
don’t get eaten, which is absurd, then you can have the extra.”

“Great. I’ll pay you in
orgasms.”
Well that was way too tempting.
His smirk lingers as I
carefully think about his offer, looking up at the ceiling for my answer.

“Eh,” I finally reply
and he wraps me up, kissing me once and then once more, longer and softer as I
melt.

We sit in comfortable
silence as we eat our dinner on the floor in my living room. Reese makes sure
to point out that I am indeed hungry, watching me with amusement as I tear into
both of his orders. And I make sure to point out that he is the one who ate
most
of the frosting. I exhale heavily and lean against the partition, resting
my hand on my belly as he sticks the leftovers in my fridge and returns to sit
across from me.

“Full?” he asks.

“Very. That was crazy
good though, I haven’t had Chinese since Joey and I ordered it on Easter
weekend and we puked it up in my bathroom after a night of binge
drinking.”  He motions with his hands for me to elaborate. “He got dumped
by this guy through a singing telegram.”

“Jesus, that’s really
shitty. I didn’t realize those things were still around.”

I nod and laugh
slightly. “Me either, it was awful. The telegram came to the shop and he sang
in front of all these customers. Joey was so embarrassed.” I brush the tendril
that is tickling my cheek out of my face. “So in typical
you just got dumped
and your best friends are going to cheer you up
fashion, Juls and I bought
all this alcohol and we played drinking games all night. It was really fun
until we all got sick.” I shake my head at the memory. “And
that
is why
Tequila and I are no longer on speaking terms.”

He laughs, resting back
on his hands, his long legs stretching in front of him brushing against mine.
“I can’t imagine you drunk. Do you get even feistier or are you an angry
fireball?  Because honestly, I can kind of see both.”

I giggle and rub my
bare foot against his leg. “Neither actually. I get really loud and start
giving people nicknames, and then I usually get emotional which is always fun
for everybody.” I laugh and he smiles at me. “What about you? Do you get extra
flirty or do you start hitting people? Cause I can kind of see both.” He moves
closer and pulls my foot into his lap, rubbing it and causing me to moan
softly.

“I don’t get drunk. Well,
at least I haven’t since I was seventeen. I don’t usually have more than a few
drinks at a time.” He pauses briefly and narrows his eyes at me. “How old are
you?” His weird line of questioning causes me to give him a strange look. He
notices it and continues “I just realized I have no idea.”

“Jeez, good thing I’m
legal.” He smirks at me and I shake my head disapprovingly. “I’m twenty-six. So
why don’t you get drunk?”

He seems to mull over
my answer with a smile. “I don’t want to so I don’t. I think drinking
specifically for the purposes of getting drunk is bullshit.”

“Well
you
haven’t had someone break up with you through a musical number.” I pull my foot
out of his grasp when he starts tickling it, quickly tucking it under my other
knee. I try to stiffen my yawn but give into it, rubbing my eyes with the heels
of my hands. I am thoroughly exhausted from all my orgasms and my full belly is
making me sleepy. Reese stands up and holds his hand out to me and I allow him
to help me to my feet. This gesture will also never get old.

“I should probably go,”
he says, running his hands up my arms and holding me at my elbows. I yawn
again.
Damn it, I really didn’t want him to leave but he couldn’t stay. No
fucking way. No sleepovers.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”

I lick my dry lips and
place my hands on his chest. “Juls and I are having a girls day.  We’re
going to the spa to get massages and facials and talk about boys.” He smirks at
me and I give it right back to him. “I feel like I haven’t had her all to myself
since she met Ian, which I totally get. She’s crazy about him.”

His hands grip my hips.
“I’m sure the feelings mutual. He talks about her constantly and I give him all
kinds of shit for it.” I smile at his admission.
Definitely telling Juls
that tomorrow.
After a brief moment, his face scrunches and he runs his
hand through his hair quickly, looking a bit unsure of himself. “Uh, when you
get massages, is it a girl that does it?”

I roll my eyes. “And
you call
me
the pervert?”

“What? Oh, no that’s
not what I meant. Pervert.” He snorts and I shrug.
Yup, that’s me.
“I
mean, is a guy going to be giving it to you because I don’t think I’m okay with
that.”

Wait, what?
I answer honestly. “Actually I have no idea. Juls booked them weeks ago. 
But, why does it matter? It’s a massage, it’s not sexual.”

“It just does. If you
want a guy to massage you, I’ll give you a massage. I’d prefer it if it was a
girl and not for the perverted reasons your mind is thinking.”

I step back and stare
at him.
Seriously?
“Okay well, I just don’t understand why this bothers
you.”
If this is just casual, then it shouldn’t. Right?

He throws his hands up
and looks exacerbated. “You’re right. Never mind, it doesn’t bother me. I
should go.” He leans in quickly and kisses me on my temple before turning for
the stairs.

“Reese.” He looks over
at me, stopping on the stairs. My head is full with things I want to say to
him.
I want to ask him to be honest with me, to tell me exactly why it
bothers him to have a man massage me. I want to ask him if this was becoming
more for him than how it started out. But I don’t. I don’t ask him anything.
“Goodnight.”

He smiles slightly and
continues walking away. “Goodnight, love.”  I watch him disappear down the
stairs and hear the door close shut behind him as I’m left to ponder what just
happened.

I woke up feeling just
as confused as I did before I passed out last night. Plus on top of that fun
emotion, I was also completely exhausted after the shitty night’s sleep I got.
His words played on repeat in my mind, seeping into my dreams and leaving me
full of questions.  Questions I wanted desperately to have answered by him
but didn’t have the guts to ask. I didn’t get it. Why would having a massage
from a man bother him? Massages weren’t sexual at all in that setting. I’m sure
they could be if Reese was to give me one, and the thought of that gave me
chills, but at the spa I was currently driving to with Juls? No fucking way.

I’ve had men give me
massages before and I enjoyed them a bit more than women because they were
stronger and their hands were bigger. I liked my muscles to be worked deeply
and not with little dainty woman hands. But never, not ever have I once felt
anything during a massage from a man other than pure relaxation. Christ, most
of the time I passed out and had to be woken up, drool sticking to my face and
looking like a hot mess.

I grunt as I look out
the window. I’m tense and anxious and I need to fucking relax.

“You’re awfully quiet,
sweets. Not looking forward to our day of beauty?” Juls asks after giving me my
alone time to contemplate what the hell happened last night. Not that it helped
any.

I sigh heavily.
“Something strange happened last night with Reese and I’m not really sure what
to make of it.” I turn my attention to her. “Do you know if my massage is
booked with a man or a woman?”

She laughs a bit. “Uh
oh. Did someone voice his opinion of not wanting another man touching you?”

“Sort of? I don’t know.
He said he’d prefer if it was a woman and when I asked him why it mattered so
much because it wasn’t like I was getting a happy ending out of it, he said
that it
didn’t
matter and then he left.” I rest my head back and rack my
brain. “I just don’t get why he cares if this is just sex between us.”

She makes a sound of
amusement before answering. “You, my lovely best friend, are an idiot.”

“What? Why?” The car
slows as she pulls into the parking lot of Tranquility Day Spa and my stomach
tightens.
Fuck. Did I really want to go through with this if it was booked
with a guy and I couldn’t switch it?
Did I even want a massage anymore?

She pulls into a
parking spot, shuts the car off, and turns towards me in her seat. “Dylan,
seriously? What if Reese was the one getting a massage and some fucking hot
chick was rubbing her hands all over his body and giving him pleasure. Would
you
be okay with that?”

Well shit, I didn’t
think about it like that.
“No, I definitely wouldn’t be okay
with that.” I cover my face quickly and rub it. “Damn it. I’m such an asshole.”

She laughs and pulls my
hands down. “No, you’re not. You’re expecting him to not care about you because
what you two are doing is what you keep foolishly referring to as
casual
.
But you’re very hard not to care about.” Her thumb softly strokes my hand and I
smile weakly at her. “Even if you guys are just having fun, he’s allowed to
want to keep you to himself and so are you.”
God, I miss these talks with
Juls. She always makes perfect sense out of any situation.
  She stops
lovingly caressing me and slaps my hand, causing me to shriek. “Now buck up and
put your girl talk game face on. You are mine today.”

**

The massage was, of
course, booked with a man but I quickly protested and was able to switch to an
available woman that had a client cancel on her. I relaxed immediately after
that was taken care of and enjoyed my facial first, laughing with Juls as we
lie next to each other on a double wide table and get pampered together. I
hadn’t realized that she had made it so that we would be attached at the hip
all day, but was instantly grateful. As we are left alone to let our masks dry,
I take her silence as my opportunity to spill my juice.

“So, Reese told me last
night that Ian talks about you constantly. Just thought you should know.” I
crack a smile and hear her react next to me, a soft gasp coming from her lips.

“Oh man, I think I love
him, Dylan. Like totally head over heels, I want to spend the rest of my life
with him kind of love. Is that crazy? I mean, we’ve only known each other a few
months and I’ve already picked out my fucking wedding colors.”

I let out a hearty
laugh and grab her hand, squeezing it tightly. “And what color will I be
wearing? If you say something pastel I’m pushing you off this table.”

“Oh fuck no. You know
I’ve always dreamed of a fall wedding.” She grunts in annoyance. “Jesus, why
are we even talking about this? It’s not like Ian is anywhere close to
proposing to me. He hasn’t said he loves me, if he even does, which he probably
doesn’t. And I am not going to be the fool that says it first and stands there
like an idiot waiting for his response. No fucking way.”

“Maybe he’s just
waiting for the perfect moment. You said he’s romantic as hell. Maybe he wants
to make sure you’re ready to hear everything he has to say.”

The door opens and our
two estheticians return as I scrunch my face up and feel the mask crack. Juls
sighs. “I don’t know, maybe. Whatever, I refuse to say it first that’s all I’m
saying.”

“Me too,” I respond
without any thought at all and hear a loud gasp from my right.
No. No way. I
am not in love with Reese. Nope.

“Oh my…” she starts but
I squeeze her hand tightly and hear a yelp instead of the rest of her sentence.

I stammer, “That’s not
what I meant. I didn’t, I mean, I don’t. Shit.” I turn my head and see her wide
eyes, a smile cracking open her face. “You mention a word of this conversation
to Joey and I will tell Ian myself that you’ve picked out the names of your
children.” She begins to silently giggle and I slowly join her.
Jesus
Christ. Note to self, don’t go to spa days with Juls anymore because you lose
your fucking mind.

**       

We settle in for our
massages and once again, I completely forget about the state of my upper body
after I strip and sprawl out on my stomach, waiting for my masseuse. “The fuck
is that?” My best friend screeches as she settles in next to me. I grunt into
the open headrest I’m staring at the floor through.
Well I might as well
spill it since her reaction can’t be any worse than Reese’s.

I exhale loudly before
I explain. “Justin stopped by the shop yesterday, drunk out of his mind, and
came on to me. I wasn’t very receptive and he didn’t handle it well.” I can
feel her body tense next to me as I keep my head down.
Here it comes.
If
you haven’t had the pleasure of being introduced to hurricane Juls, consider
yourself lucky.

“WHAT THE FUCK DYLAN.
That sorry ass mother fucker will
wish
he was dead when I’m done with
him.”  Her voice is so loud, I’m certain every person at the spa is
getting a taste of this.

“You sound like Reese.”

“Fuck that. Reese can
have him
after
I get my hands on him first. No guy should ever put his
hands on a girl.” She pauses and I hear her tense breathing. “He hasn’t, Dylan
please tell me he’s never done this before.”

I push up and rest on
my elbows. “Are you serious? He has
never
touched me before, ever. I
would have killed him and you know it. Now can we drop this please? I want to
relax and you freaking out next to me isn’t helping.”

“I’m going to cut his
balls off and mail them to his mother.” Juls scowls at me as the door opens and
two older ladies come in. She settles down on her stomach and curses under her
breath.

“Oh my. Hunny, those
bruises.” The one masseuse states and I grunt, resting my head back down.

“Yeah yeah. Just work
my lower back and my legs please,” I say flatly and in a way to let everyone in
that fucking room know that I am done talking about this. Because I am. If
Justin ever touched me again, I wouldn’t have to worry about Reese getting into
trouble for retaliating or Juls ripping his heart out of his chest, because I
would end him myself.

**

 “I wanted to make
a quick stop before we went to lunch. That okay with you?” she asks after
pulling onto the highway. My eyes are heavy and I feel completely relaxed after
our day together, which is nice considering how stressed out I was when the day
started.

“Yeah I don’t care.
Hey, have you heard from Joey at all? I know he’s spending the weekend with
Billy but, when the hell have you ever known him to not call one of us
immediately after he gets nailed?”

She laughs. “I think
Joey does the nailing, right? Isn’t he the man in his relationships or whatever
the fuck?”

“I don’t know. Do they
switch it up?” I glance out my window at the passing cars. “I mean, do they
take turns doing the nailing?”

“I don’t think so.
Wouldn’t it be like you switching with Reese or me switching with Ian?” She
pulls off the highway and down a familiar street, turning into a large parking
lot that overlooks a view of athletic fields and basketball courts. Pulling
behind a tree, she puts the car in park and turns to me, smiling wide.

“Yeah I guess you’re
right. Umm, what are we doing here exactly?” I gaze out the front window and
see the crowds of people in front of us. There is a large playground that is
filled with kids and their parents, a soccer game going on in the middle of the
large field, and a group of men playing basketball. My eyes widen and I grip
the seat.
Oh my.

“I thought we’d stop
and enjoy this beautiful day for a second before we stuff our faces. See
anything you like?”

I spot him right away,
almost instantly. Shirtless in loose fitting black running shorts, Reese
dribbles the ball between his legs while Ian guards him, stepping back slightly
before gracefully pushing the ball into the air and whooshing it through the
net.
Fuck me he looks edible.
  I hear my breathing quicken as my
eyes take in his gleaming muscles, drenched in sweat and practically calling
out to me.
Touch me, Dylan. You know you want to.

“Holy hell.” I slam my
head back and hear her giggle. “I can avoid lunch entirely if you’d like. Who
the hell needs food anyway?” My voice is thick and it takes me a minute to
swallow the lump in my throat.

“Seriously, what the
hell
is
food?” she says through a laugh and I feel my body temperature
rise as Reese steals the ball from another guy and goes up to dunk it. “Wanna
get a closer look?”

My eyes widen. “I don’t
know, he’s so pretty from right here. I think if I get any closer I might pass
out.”
That and the fact that it will probably take an army to pry me off his
body.

“Yeah I know what you
mean. Christ, look at Ian. If he keeps moving his hips like that I might come
right here next to you.” She unbuttons the top of her blouse and sighs
heavily.  “How’s the sex with Reese anyway? Amazing?”

“Amazing doesn’t even
touch the surface with him.” I moan softly as he goes up and blocks another
man’s shot. “It’s like his body is specifically wired to bring me to orgasm,
and I mean
every part of his body
.” My eyes go straight to his lips as
he bites on his bottom one. “His mouth is insane.”

Juls covers her mouth
and giggles. “Fuck, I know what you mean. Ian is obsessed with eating me out.
He has to do it every time he sees me or it’s like he can’t function properly.
And Christ almighty is he good at it.”

I glance over at her.
“Who would have thought a bunch of accountants could write a book on oral sex.”
My eyes flick back to Reese as he dunks the ball again. “Jesus Christ, he’s good
looking. It really is unfair to the rest of the male population.”

“Ooohhh. Send him a
text message. That way we can see his face when he reads it. I fucking love
that. Seeing a guy’s reaction to you when he doesn’t know you’re looking. So
fucking hot.”

I smile and pull my
phone out of my purse, thinking for a moment before my thumbs begin to move.

Me: Hi, handsome. Just so you know,
I had a wonderful massage from a very strong woman named Betsy today. However,
I would like another one from you if you’re still offering. Does yours come
with an orgasm?

I press send and watch
as Reese after a moment turns towards a pile of clothes that are tucked against
the chain link fence. Holding up a finger, he jogs over to it and searches
around before he lifts out his phone. His chest is rapidly rising and falling
and his hair is drenched, sticking out all over the place. I can only see his
profile and bite my lip as his turns up slightly.

“Ah. Look at that. So
worth it,” Juls says and I completely agree.

Dropping his phone on
his clothes, he jogs back over to the game with his beautiful grin. My phone
beeps and I hold it up for us both to read.

Reese: Hi, love. I’m glad you
enjoyed your girls day and yes, the massage from me that you will get very soon
definitely comes with an orgasm. Pervert.

I giggle and turn to
see the strangest look on my best friend’s face.