Page 29 of Keyoni & Sage
“So it’s a yes?”
She wasted no time confirming, “It’s a yes, Keyoni.”
Chapter 7
Sage
“Mmm…”I moaned, feeling the knots leave my tight shoulders. “Right there.”
“Right here?” Keyoni asked lowly, moving his thumbs in a circular motion.
“Mmhmm…right there.”
His hands were soft, exploring my shoulders in a way no man’s ever had before. Keyoni was both attentive and relaxing, soothing me with his words as he gave me the best massage I ever had.
Correction…the only massage I ever had.
Keyoni set high standards for anyone who followed. After the treatment I received, the only hands I wanted touching me were Keyoni’s.
“Are you unfrustrated yet?” he asked with a bit of humor.
What the fuck was that?
“Yep.” Keyoni’s hand stopped. “Keep going though. It feels good.”
I was on the floor between Keyoni’s legs as he sat on the couch. He warmed some oil and smoothed it across my shoulders after I removed my top. I still had my bra on, butlowered the straps around my arms to allow his hands to glide across my shoulders without touching any fabric.
“Your skin is soft,” he murmured behind me.
“I use good products.”
He laughed. “You think it’s the products?”
“Gotta be. It ain’t genetics.”
Coarse skin ran on my mom’s side of the family. On my dad’s side, it was give or take. I was just lucky.
His hands ventured down further, massaging my upper arms and back. Feeling the mood shift to something we couldn’t turn back from, I ended it before it got started.
“Are you ready to eat?”
I cooked for him over his house.
He didn’t have much of anything, but he had beef, broccoli, the ingredients for homemade gravy, and spices…enough for a meal. Every day I’d been over to see Kaiser, he treated me. It was only right that I returned the favor.
“You talking about food?”
Moisture collected between my legs as he followed me to the kitchen, stretching my shirt back into place. “What else would I be talking about?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
He sat at the table. I brought two plates over and joined him. If he expected a response, he didn’t get one, because once my chair had been scooted up and I was comfortable, I started eating. After a couple bites, I grabbed my phone.
“Put it down,” Keyoni requested. “You got plenty of time to be on your phone later.”
He had a “no phones at the table” rule with his daughter that didn’t apply to me. Still, I noted the time and put my phone to the side anyway, recognizing he didn’t have his phone either.
We ate in silence for most of the meal. Halfway through, I fixed drinks to help us relax even more. I felt comfortablearound Keyoni, but with my comfort came feelings I was fighting to decipher and I couldn’t be sure he felt the same way I did.
