Page 41 of True Abandon

He doesn’t. Instead, he drops his robe, revealing his bare ass. It’s hard and round, perfectly sculpted with two indents on the side. I’m so enraptured by it, I almost miss the large set of dragon wings splayed across his back. The wingspan stretches from shoulder to shoulder, vigorously robust. I’m about ten feet away, but I can make out the details of them precisely. They’re meticulously crafted with each scale defined down to the fine hair that stretches off the tip of the highest feather.

No sooner does he start to turn around than I bury my head into the soft bed. I can hear his light chuckle as he climbs onto his bed and shifts to get comfortable.

The door opens, and my masseur walks in accompanied by a female. Her name is Shannon. I know her from hanging out at Duke’s. She’s from the mainland, Seattle, Washington, I think. She has long, brown hair and a curvy little figure. Her eyes have this incredible doe-like expression that showcases her gorgeous, baby blues. I’ve heard the guys talk about how sweet she is.

Shannon walks to Jax’s bed and starts adjusting his sheet. Her hands are close to his ass which is peeking out the top.

I clear my throat. “Hi, Shannon,” I give her a little wave from beneath the sheet.

She returns the gesture with a warm smile. “Hey there. Heard you were getting a massage, today. Good for you.”

“Thanks,” I say and pull the thread on the towel that’s at the edge of my bed. “If it’s okay, I’d prefer you work on me today.”

She doesn’t hesitate at the request. “Absolutely. Fernando and I can certainly switch roles.”

Jax lifts his head from the bed and gives me a questioning look. “If you’re doing this because you think I have a problem with a guy touching me, you’re mistaken.”

I ignore his comment and watch as Shannon and Francisco switch spots in the room. As soon as Shannon comes into Jax’s view, he smiles and shakes his head. “Never mind. I get it now.”

“Get what?” I ask.

He buries his head in the little cushion, looks down and stretches his arms out to get nice and cozy for his massage. “Get in there nice and deep, ‘Nando. My girl here is rough on me. I need these muscles worked out.”

Fernando gives a little laugh. “Will do, sir.”

I raise my head and say in a convincing tone, “I’m not his girlfriend.” Shannon pushes me down in an attempt to get me comfortable on the bed. I look at her as my face closes in on the pillow. “I’m not his girlfriend.”

She moves my braid to the side and runs a finger over the chain of my necklace. “Would you like to take this off?”

I freeze, the necklace forgotten until this very moment. I don’t want Jax to see it and get the wrong idea.

“Keep it on,” I practically yell. She doesn’t say a word as she slathers warm oil onto my skin.

As soon as Shannon’s hands are on me, I stop protesting and settle into my earlier state of Zen. Shannon’s fingers are like little magic massage fairies that push into my skin and work the muscles in deep circles, pulling out every bit of tension from my shoulder blades. I let out a soft moan as she works the scented oils into my back. I suddenly couldn’t care less that I’m not alone in the room—this is heaven.

She’s working up and down my spine, applying pressure to the vertebrae, an act that causes me to nearly fall asleep when I hear a deep, husky moan.

“Oh, yeah.” Jax breathes heavily.

I try to ignore the sound I just heard and go back to my own mental trance. Shannon’s hands are now on my tailbone, the space just above my butt is getting the kinks worked out.

“Mmm,” Jax hums from deep in his chest, vibrating like the purr of an engine—the sound causes my own chest to reverberate.

I take a deep breath and try to ignore him.

“Fuck, yes.” His words are said long and slowly in a sensuous manner. “Deeper, right there,” he drawls. “There is nothing like the feeling of someone else’s hands on your body.”

I give a little shiver as Shannon’s hands work up to my neck and back down my shoulders at the same time Jax growls, rumbling in a baritone that echoes in the small space. Over and over, he chants. Sounds of pleasure echoing from his side of the room in a tantric hum.

A chill runs down my spine and shoots straight to my core. I clench my thighs together to stifle the feeling, hoping Shannon doesn’t notice the sudden twitch of my body.

He gasps and pants as every muscle is tweaked to the point of utter relaxation, and apparently, ultimate pleasure. I don’t know if he’s putting on a show or really experiencing some sort of sexual revelation, but the dark, visceral moans emanating from him are rousing my excitement—and not in a way I want to be.

Faster, the moans strengthen.

Louder, they pulsate on as Jax continues to be touched.

While he’s getting the massage of his life, I can feel my own body tensing. My heart races and the hair on my arms tingles.