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  "What was that for?" I whisper against her cheek as she leans her lips toward my ear.

  "I'm switching chairs with you . . . for you. You didn't look like you were breathing when you saw the guy that would have been doing your pedicure. This is the one and only time I'm going to willingly allow a hot girl to touch my man. Enjoy it, and then you can take your frustration out on me later."

  She stands upright and takes a seat in the empty chair. I can't take my eyes off of her. She has the hint of a smile, even noticeable only looking at her profile as she removes her shoes. "God, I love you," I say when she dips her feet in the water. I obviously verbalized what was passing through my mind, and now I can feel eyes on me, but I no longer care. The world around us ceases to exist so many times when we're together, having some kind of weird moment. That girl makes me come alive, even after walking dead for so long.

  She looks over at me, unable to hide the smile that is taking up half of her face. "I know. Even if you never said it, you prove it over and over."

  "Sir. Shoes. Can you remove them?"

  I glance down in the direction of the soft voice, just now noticing the beautiful Asian girl around my age sitting on the rolling stool in front of me, her hands covered in latex gloves. "Oh, right. My bad."

  I remove my shoes, toe to heel, and then my socks, before placing them in the warm water. Kambry grabs what looks like a remote connected to the chair's arm and then lowers the arm into place. My back arches when two hard balls start rolling against my shoulder blades. "You have to have the back massage or it's not the same."

  When the initial shock goes away, it feels pretty damn good, instantly taking my mind off of the fact I'm partaking in girly activities. "This, I might actually like," I say in a low tone as my head falls against the headrest and I close my eyes.

  The amazing relaxation of the back massage is short lived, though, when she lifts my foot out of the water, sending my hands to the sides of the chair, clenching in a fist. I hate people touching my feet; always have. It’s probably something to do with the fact that I have the most sensitive feet when it comes to being ticklish.

  My grip becomes tighter when she begins rubbing some kind of salty scrub all over my feet, but that's not the worst part. She begins scrubbing the heel with some kind of textured square, tickling the fuck out of me. My toes curl. I can't concentrate. It's taking all of my focus to not tell her to cut that shit out.

  A finger begins sliding in and out of my clenched fist, ever so slowly, swaying my attention elsewhere, like to my hardening dick, caused by the in and out motion of her finger in the tight opening, reminding me of something else. She's not looking at me, as if trying not to cause attention, but she never stops, at least not before my head is completely polluted with filthy thoughts of what I'm going to do to her later, which gives me an idea, now that my mind isn't focused on the tickling sensation still occurring on the bottom of my feet.

  I pull away, reaching into my pocket for my phone, quickly unlocking it and pulling up the message box. Hers is second from the top, only because of Meredith's earlier message. I type out the first thing that comes to mind.

  Me: You trying to make me hard for you?

  I press send and almost immediately here the buzzing of a vibration. I lay my phone face down in my lap, not looking at her even though I can feel her eyes on me. I hear her digging around in her purse, and it doesn't take long before my phone vibrates, signaling a text coming through. I open it.

  Kambry: Maybe . . . Is it working?

  Nail shop sexting? I think so . . .

  Me: I'm hard enough that I could take you in that fucking chair if there weren't so many people in here . . . Then again, I'd consider it regardless.

  This time I wait; knowing from here on out they won't take long. The vibration occurs. And so it begins.

  Kambry: I love when you become territorial and aggressive about our sex life . . . I like that you want to show the world I'm yours, and that's why I'd let you, why I do. I'm so wet right now.

  Me: Let's fuck.

  Kambry: That's kind of hard right now. How?

  Me: Just think about it, and it will happen. The mind is a powerful tool. Anything I say, imagine it, and you'll feel it.

  Kambry: I'm listening . . . or waiting.

  Me: We disappear out the back door instead of the front, into the vacant alley. I've watched your long legs that are barely covered by those tiny shorts and your beautiful feet beside me as long as I could. I want you . . . now. I'm so turned on that I can't keep my hands off of you. Currently they're on your ass, roughly pulling you toward me as I suck your bottom lip into my mouth and guide you pelvis to pelvis into the wall. You taste good, sweet, making me want more.

  A few seconds of silence occur, before my phone vibrates again.

  Kambry: My hands fall to your waistband, instinctively unbuttoning your jeans. I fall to a squat, bringing myself eye level with your waist. The trail of hair is the first to pull my attention. I place my mouth over it, and then sweep my tongue up it as I work your pants and briefs down just a little, needing to taste you.

  Fuck, this is so hot . . .

  Me: Looking down at you like this has my heart racing. You have no idea how much looking into your eyes as you look up at me makes me want to place your hands on the wall and slide inside of you.

  Kambry: Not yet. I want to show you how much I want you too.

  Me: Show me, baby. I'm all yours.

  Kambry: I grab your dick and pull what remains inside your pants free, slowly stroking my hand up and down. Damn, you're so big, even after all this time, and I love that you're always hard for me. It only makes me wetter. I'm salivating for you.

  Me: Put me in your mouth, beautiful.

  Kambry: I touch the head to my tongue. It's warm and smooth. My tongue passes over the opening, swiping the small bead of cum at the end. You taste good, but it's not enough. My lips close around it, before I slowly work my mouth on your dick, wetting the underside with my tongue along the way. It always takes me a few strokes to get my jaw just right, but you're always patient with me, never forcing me.

  Me: The heat from your mouth feels so good that I briefly lose my train of thought. With each stroke you make my dick wetter. It feels almost as good as your pussy. My hand grips in your hair. I can't help it. Each time you suction and increase your speed I want to lose it, right here in your mouth. And when you use your hand with it. Fuck.

  Kambry: You never let me go very long, though, before you pull out of me. Rarely do you let me suck you off.

  Me: Damn, woman, I love when filthy things come out of your mouth, but you’re right. I can think of somewhere else I'd rather be. Stand for me.

  Kambry: Where do you want me, sexy?

  Me: Stand in front of the wall, hands against the brick. Give me your ass.

  Kambry: What if someone sees us? I didn't wear a dress.

  Me: Oh, baby, this won't take long. I love your ass. Just like that.

  Kambry: I'm throbbing for you. Take me. I need you inside of me.

  Me: Fuck, you feel so good. Hot. Wet. Tight.

  Kambry: You're so hard. Shit, I love your dick. Your hand…right there. Hell yeah. Harder. Faster.

  Me: You like that, baby.

  Kambry: Fuck. That feels so good. Don't move. That's the perfect spot. I'm going to get off clit.

  Me: Come for me, baby.

  Kambry: Not till you're ready.

  Me: I'm waiting on you, beautiful. I was ready the second you said harder. Yeah, push that ass closer to me.

  Kambry: Shit. I'm coming.

  Me: Fuck yeah. I can feel you. Now you're going to feel me.

  "Not cool, you two," Tynleigh whisper yells next to my ear.

  I clear my throat, attempting to cover my hard-on. "What's wrong?"

  Tynleigh rolls her eyes. "I wasn't born yesterday. Can you save that for a more appropriate time? Her cheeks are the color of a tomato, and unless you have a flashlight in your pocket, p
eople are going to notice why the nail salon sounds like a vibrator between the text exchanges. Knock it off, hornballs."

  I take the opportunity to see just how red her cheeks are. Yep, tomatoes would be an accurate assumption. Makes me damn proud. I wink at her. Later, I mouth, then glance down at her thighs pressed together. All mine.

  She bites her bottom lip as my feet are being dried, cluing me in on the fact that I'm almost done with this torture. I grab my shoes, putting them on starting with my socks. "Where are you going?"

  The guy is still working on her toes. I stand when my shoes are on, and then lean in to kiss her. "There is something I need to go do for a bit, and it's something you can't go with me to do. Don't ask what, because I don't want to have to lie. Just trust that it's for a good reason and you'll thank me later."

  Her face falls a little. "Okay. For how long?"

  I grab her hand and lace it with mine. "Maybe an hour." She's glancing at our hands connected. "Hey, look at me."

  She does as I say. "I remember not all that long ago you mentioned not being able to get your nails done for a long time now and it was something you enjoyed. Right?"

  She scans my eyes with hers. "You remember that?"

  "I remember everything you tell me. You're important to me. It's okay to do things for you sometimes, Kambry. We aren't filming. There are no rules here. Furthermore, this trip isn't a gift to you. This trip is stepping forward for us and making our own memories as a couple. I know you, because I've paid attention. You don't have to feel like you have to stay up my ass and not have a little bit of time to yourself just because I brought you here. As much as I love that about you, it's not fair to you. Sometimes I want to do things for you or plan things. I want you to have fun. Right now, we have no schedule. If you want to stay two weeks then you'll get it. Let's enjoy it. There are things I want to experience before having to go back on camera. Okay?"

  "I love you so much."

  I smile. "I'm glad you see it my way . . . "

  I kiss her briefly and stand upright, before glancing at Tynleigh. "Don't rush. There's something I need to do. Just call me when you're done and we'll meet up."

  She nods. The girl that was tickling my feet is standing as if she's waiting on me to pay before moving on. I point to Kambry and then Tynleigh. "I'm getting theirs too. Ring me up for the works—feet and nails. Just give them the best you got and give me a total so I can get out of here."

  She leads me to the register. As she writes up a ticket I drop my credit card on the counter, sliding it to her when she reads off the total. The only thing on my mind as I sign the slip and fill in the tip line and total is one question: what in the hell am I going to get her for her birthday?

  I can't fuck this up. It's been a long time since I've done this kind of stuff, and with this one, I want it to be unforgettable, because she's one of the few people that deserve it . . .

  Chapter Six

  Kambry

  "Where are you? I think I'm where you said to meet me."

  "Are you sure? I don't see you."

  I look around, trying to find him among all the people. One would think it'd be easy to pick out the sexiest man in the city, since the building he instructed me to use as a marker a few blocks from Tynleigh's office building now stands before me. "Yeah, well, I can't be sure; however, your sister went into her place of employment, so I'm navigating myself from the small set of instructions she gave me just after you. You know it's never wise to leave a blonde wandering around a foreign place, especially when it's a big city. Dangerous things could happen."

  "What are you trying to say? Someone could come along and steal my woman?"

  "No worries. They'd bring me back. At least that's what my dad always said." I internally laugh at all the times I remember him saying that as a kid when I joked about getting kidnapped on my way to a restaurant bathroom, just after pleading with Mom to go with me.

  The line is silent. "Hey, you still there?"

  "Even criminals are smart," he says just outside of the ear that's not being covered with an electronic device, making me jump. "No man able to grab ahold of you would be stupid enough to let you go."

  My eyes close, focusing on the pounding of my heart inside my chest. "You almost did."

  I internally curse myself for still not completely letting that go, but I can't really help it. It just comes out at the worst possible times, ruining such an amazingly sweet moment, but in the end I'm just a girl, that's hopelessly in love with this boy, and it scares the hell out of me to remember what that very short period without him felt like. It's reassuring to know it was a mistake for him.

  He places his hands on my waist and slowly turns me around. I instantly regret my stupid outburst when I see the look in his eyes. Immediately, though, he covers it, revealing one of those panty-dropping smirks as if I said nothing stupid at all. "Yeah, I did that, but I realized the error of my ways and turned the fuck around before you got too far gone. I can promise you this, though, it'll never happen again."

  I wrap my arms around his neck as the smile spreads across my face. "Good, because I might even be crazy enough to chase after you next time, pulling on your shirttail as I plead for you to stay."

  He kisses the tip of my nose. "I like that kind of crazy."

  "So . . . " I say, dragging out the word a little. "Where did you go?"

  "That's for me to know and you to find out. It's a surprise. Let me see those digits."

  He grabs my hands, inspecting the newly done nails. "Not much longer than natural length and hot pink? I thought girls were more into the long, fancy looking shit."

  I glance at them. "I like bold and colorful. I change it up depending on my mood. I have to have them short. I’m too clumsy for the long. I wouldn’t be able to do anything without ripping one off."

  "I like it. It's hot. Do your toes look like this too?" He wriggles his eyebrows, making me laugh out.

  "With the exception of the length, yes. They are the same color."

  "Noted for later."

  "Why?" I lower my voice. "Is there toe sucking somewhere in the vicinity of that dirty mind?"

  There's that smirk. "Only when I'm ready to seal the deal." He winks. Dang it, he's fine, and he's all mine. "Admit it, though, you loved it. You dream about me sucking your toes, don't you?"

  "You may never know . . . " I bite my bottom lip, knowing he will look, and give him a wink in return.

  His head falls back. "This is not the ideal place. Shut it down," he says to . . . himself? He looks back at me, a new expression carefully and quickly slid into place on his face. "Now, where were we before this conversation went way off track?"

  "Thank you by the way, for the nails, but yes, back to the subject at hand. What if I don't like surprises?" I reach down and pat his pockets. They feel empty, except for the slight outline of his phone in one. "The mystery drives me nuts: no bags, nothing in pockets, so I'm guessing you didn't buy anything?" The hitch in my voice gives away what I'm trying not to admit to, even deep down inside. I refuse to bring up my birthday, or pretend to myself that I want a birthday present, even though secretly I think I do, just to see what that feels like. I want to experience giving with someone that has your heart, but I know Saxton, and he'll go out and buy me something when he's done more than I could ever imagine already.

  "I guess I'll just have to keep your mind off of it. I found a place along the way, though." He wraps his arm around me and pulls me alongside him. "I think you'll like it."

  "Oh yeah? What kind of place?"

  "You'll see."

  I roll my eyes. He's not going to tell me hardly anything this entire trip. It's going to lead me to my grave one surprise at a time. He kept his word too, the entire six blocks we walked, side-by-side.

  He opens the door to a rustic blue building, the front decorated with large square windows to each side of the door, and each reflecting a window display behind it. The one that catches my attention is holding an acoustic guitar
inside of a case. My mouth starts to salivate. I stop, glancing at it, before moving closer to get a better look. It's beautiful, starting with the gorgeous inlay pattern on the front. It looks used, played, and that's one thing that has me staring. "There are things I don't know about you, aren't there?"

  I glance over at him, caught off guard. "Well I'm sure there are things we both don't know yet, as learning a person inside and out comes with time, but nothing that comes to mind. Why?"

  He nods toward the window. "You know how to play?"

  I shake my head.

  "It's something you want, though, isn't it?"

  I shrug my shoulders.

  "Is this one of those things you get shy about? I've noticed you like music, but I just thought it was a love for listening like most people."

  "It's nothing really. Just something I've always kind of kept to myself."

  "Does Meredith know?"

  I shake my head again.

  His face lights up like a kid seeing Christmas lights for the first time. The door slowly closes to the building as he lets it go. "Let me know a part of you no one else does. Please."

  "It's silly."

  "No it's not. Tell me."

  This is one of those things that make you feel like you're baring your soul when telling someone. It's a scary feeling, because deep down it's always been your thing, and with telling someone you risk feeling stupid, but regardless, he makes me want to tell him things. "I've just always wanted to learn to play. I want to be able to put the music to the pages and pages of words I have written, or will write. I don't know. I just feel like it would be easier if I had a sound to the lyrics."

  He looks at me with a curious expression. "You write songs?"

  "It's just words on a piece of paper. A song without music is like a body without a soul. It may be able to stand alone, but its reason for existence isn't complete in that state."