The Barnstable Chronicles - Book 6: The Barnstable Cowboy - 14. The Next Big Step

Spring Break—God, I loved mine back in the day. And I’m definitely looking forward to spending Perry’s with him!

We landed in New York after a ridiculously short flight from Boston. Then it was into an Uber and making our way into the city. We were gonna stay at the same hotel Vic and his family stay in when they came to the city.

Vic also told us to order room service at 11:45. He promised to call Tony to give him a heads up. Oh, man! Every time I think about that, I get all hard and excited!

We checked into the hotel, settled in to our room, and broke in the king-sized bed with lots of moaning, a ton of kissing, and with nut flying all over the place—and that was just in our first hour!

That night we went to see Hadestown at the Walter Kerr Theatre. Now, let me just say that Perry was the one to pick this show. When he told me it was based on the Greek Mythology story of Orpheus and Eurydice, I probably don’t have to tell you how much that excited this West-Texas cowboy—not!

Holy shit! That fucking show blew me away! It was pretty much non-stop music the whole time—and the music! I mean, one minute, you’re chillin’ and groovin’ to some of the best New Orleans jazz you’ve ever heard. Then—with barely blinkin’ your eye—you’re in the middle of some rockin’ hip-hop shit!

Now, I realize that none of that makes much sense when I tell you about it, but let me just say that once you’re in the middle of it all—it all makes sense—and it’s perfect.

After the show, Perry wanted to stop by a restaurant and get something to eat. It took a little convincin’, but I finally got Perry to agree to room service! We got to the room a little after 11:30. After looking over the menus, I called room service at 11:45.

Sure enough, Antonio—or Tony—took our order. When he said exactly what Vic said he would—I said the words Vic told me to say, “Vic Greenley told me you’d say that.”

“Oh, wow! Vic called me last night and told me you would be visiting! Since yours really is the last order of the night, I’ll be sure to bring it to you within 30 or 40 minutes.”

“Thank you, Tony—we’ll be waiting for you!”

“Ohhhh, fuck!”

As soon as I finished my call, I went over to the bed, turned off the television, and began stripping the clothes off of my hot-as-fuck boy.

“Babe—we can’t start messing around now—room service is going to be here any minute!”

“I know, babe! It’s gonna be a fun time!”

“What are you talking about—Oh! Is this the guy Vic told us about from his Christmas vacation?”

“Oh, fuck yes!”

I had Perry lay back on the bed, and I swallowed his leaking cock. It wasn’t long before I had my face buried deep in his magnificent ass, and my boy was cursing, moaning, and begging for me to fuck him right then and there!

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. I stood up to the side of the bed, bent over and kissed Perry, and told him not to go anywhere.

I walked over to the door and looked out through the peephole. Jesus! Vic had said Tony was cute—but damn! This was one smokin’ hot boy!

I opened the door, hiding my nakedness behind it, and smiled. “Mr. Landrey?”

“Hunter—call me Hunter—and come on in.”

“Ooooohhh, fuuuuuck!”

Tony saw Perry—naked, hard, and still writhing on the bed—and nearly tipped the food cart over. I closed and latched the door and walked up to Tony. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my hard cock into his back.

“Vic lied to us, ya know,” I whispered into Tony’s ear.

“What? What did he say?”

“He said you were cute. But—Jesus, Tony—you are hot as fuck—and you have way too many clothes on!”

I turned Tony around and pulled him into a deep kiss, causing his legs to tremble as he moaned into my mouth. I broke away from the kiss and asked Tony if he needed to get anything back to the kitchen before his shift ended. He told me that he had taken care of everything already.

Perry got out of bed and joined us. “But we didn’t get to tip you. That’s so not right!”

Tony turned around and smiled as he looked my boy over from head to toe. “Maybe we should try to think of something else, then?”

Right on cue, Perry and I began taking Tony’s clothes off. It took a little longer than you may think, as we kept gettin’ interrupted by kisses and gropes. By the time we finally had our waiter naked—well, Hell—we were three incredibly horny boys, and we made our way to the bed.

The room was filled with slurping and moaning sounds as each of us got our turn on the other two boys’ cocks. We made a rimming chain and finally couldn’t take it any longer. It was time for some fuckin’!

“Who wants this ass first? I need one of you to fuck the Hell outta me!”

“I’m not gonna last very long. Hunter got me all worked up before you got here.”

“That’s cool. I’m still gonna start blowing my nut before you. You’re so fucking sexy!”

Tony grabbed the lube from the middle of the bed and slicked his ass. He didn’t even bother slicking up Perry’s throbbing cock. Instead, he lowered himself and moaned out a long “fuuuuuuuuck!” as Perry filled Tony’s ass.

“Kiss me, Hunter!”

Perry never has to ask me twice! I placed my hands on either side of Perry’s head and began kissing him as Tony moaned and rode Perry. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to pump my leaking cock against my stunning boy, but I held off.

While our tongues danced, Perry began to moan. I knew he was getting close, and just as I was thinking about it, the two of us were covered with a shower of hot nut from a moaning Tony.

“Lie back, Hunter. I need some cowboy cock!”

I did as I was asked, and my cock was soon surrounded by Tony’s magic ass. Perry was licking Tony’s nut off my face and moaned with each taste.

“Damn! That tastes so fucking good! I want more!”

Perry wrapped his mouth around Tony’s cock, matching his moves as he rode mine. I wasn’t going to last very long between Perry’s hot moans and Tony working his ass around my cock. Feeling Perry’s load around my cock only made the whole thing that much hotter.

The next thing I knew, Perry shifted, so he was hovering over me, dropping his cock into my mouth. Tony nutted into Perry’s mouth first. That caused me to add my nut to Perry’s inside Tony. As I was throwing my nut, I squeezed Perry’s balls as I moaned around his cock. Bam! Perry’s sweet nut was making its way down my throat!

Three exhausted and sweaty boys made our way into the shower for a quick cleaning. Then, we made our way back into the room and enjoyed our dinner. Hey—we worked up a helluva appetite!

We fucked, sucked, rimmed, and nutted until 4:30 in the morning. Tony had to leave and head to his apartment but made us promise to look him up when we moved to the city. Hell yeah, that’s definitely gonna happen!

We didn’t get much sleep, but we had to get up early so Perry could visit Columbia and get himself situated for the fall. While he was at the university, my job was to look at apartments near campus.

Holy mother-fuckin’ shit! I had no idea how expensive apartments were in New York! I sent a text to Perry about how outrageous things were, but he told me to calm down. He reminded me that his trust fund from his dad’s parents was taking care of everything—and we had even more buffer since he had been awarded a pretty solid scholarship.

We found an awesome—but small—apartment that was just a few blocks from campus. There was a subway line on the same block, so wherever I ended up working, I should be able to get there pretty easily.

Once we finished all the stuff we needed to get done, Perry and I were left with three days to do whatever we wanted—which was pretty much round-the-clock fucking and sucking. The times we managed to make our way out of the hotel, we went to some pretty cool restaurants and saw two more Broadway musicals. I totally enjoyed Come From Away—especially after I learned that it was pretty much a true story. We got super lucky and won the ticket lottery—that put us in the middle of the first row.

On our last night in the city, we were able to get tickets for Wicked. I was hoping we would get lucky again with the Hamilton ticket lottery, but no such luck. I have to confess, though—Wicked was damned good! I had to laugh at Perry. He was getting hot—and hard—for the dude playin’ the prince guy. I think his name was Fiero—or somethin’ like that.

The nice thing about my boyfriend havin’ a three-hour boner? He fucked me good and hard that night—twice! And, can I just say—the harder Perry fucks me, the louder and dirtier he gets. God! I love hearin’ that shit comin’ outta my pretty boy’s mouth!

We got back to Boston on Sunday afternoon. Ginny picked us up and said she had a surprise back at the house. Of course, she wouldn’t tell us a damned thing, but she had this shit-eatin’ grin the whole way back to Barnstable.

We finally got home and took our bags upstairs. As we got close to the top of the stairs, Ginny called out to us, “Boys, just set your bags down and join me in the kitchen, please.”

“Well, cowboy—I guess we’re about to see what this big surprise is, huh?”

“Yeah. Ya know—I’m not a big fan of surprises. I just hope this is good.”

We dropped off our bags, grabbed a quick kiss, and headed down to the kitchen.

“Whoa! Mom, yer back?”

“Hunter! Perry!”

Mom got up and hugged us both—I mean, a real hug—full-body-wrapped-around-me kind of hug.

“I didn’t know you were coming back so soon. Are you okay? Everything alright?”

“Well—Yes. I’m fine. But something has happened. Actually, it happened right before you and Perry left for New York. I thought about it, and decided it could wait until you got back from your trip. I didn’t want to cause you any stress.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your father sold the ranch three weeks ago. We were at the lawyer’s office to sign the papers, and as we finished—I’m sorry—this is harder than I thought. But, unfortunately, your father had a massive heart attack. They said he never knew what hit him. He died instantly.”

“Oh. Okay. Now what?”

“That’s it? Okay? Now what? He was your father, Hunter.”

“That monster was never my father. He was a sperm donor and nothing much else. Are you okay?”

“Surprisingly so. I suppose it helps that I got quite a nice sum of money from the ranch—and I’m rethinking my relocating here to the Cape.”

So there it was. My old man is dead. My new and improved mother may—or may not—be moving to the Cape. My boyfriend and I are going to move to New York. Who the fuck knew so much could happen in just six months!

* * * * *

The rest of Perry’s school year went by so fast! I was doing physical therapy shit at Ginny’s nursing home and totally loved helping people through the different things that were making their lives difficult.

About two weeks before Perry’s graduation, Ginny called me into her office. I don’t know why my stomach got all knotted up. I was pretty sure I hadn’t done anything stupid.

“Good afternoon, Hunter. Have a seat, won’t you?”

“Is everything okay, Ginny? Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, no! If anything, quite the opposite. Our patients and residents adore you and love how encouraging you are. You’re doing a wonderful job!”

“Oh, good! I was worried there for a bit.”

“No, dear. I asked you to come in because I think I may have found something for you in New York.”

“No way! Really?”

“Yes, way! A colleague of mine knew I was looking for something that you could do in the city. She hooked me up with a Mr. Harrison. He’s the director of physical therapy for a group of centers called Motion PT. After speaking with me, he has decided that he would like to meet you. So, he is flying you down to the city early Monday morning. You’ll be taken to the main location where Mr. Harrison will give you a tour, speak with you—that sort of thing. Then, you’ll fly back that afternoon and come back home. Sound good?”

“Oh my God! That sounds awesome. I don’t know how I can thank you enough for this! I owe you so much!”

“Hunter—you’re family. When you’re family, you never ‘owe’ anyone for doing the things that make life better for each other.”

Great! Fucking tears were falling out of my eyes.

“It’s okay, Hunter.” He handed me a box of tissue from behind her desk. “By the way, Mr. Harrison is also interested in your massage therapy skills as well. Are you about finished with the coursework?”

“Yeah. I’ll be done in about three weeks.”

“Excellent. Make sure you mention that to Mr. Harrison.”

I looked at my watch and noticed I had a session in about ten minutes. I thanked Ginny again and stood up. Ginny walked around her desk and took me in her arms.

“You’re a wonderful boy, Hunter Landrey. You make my son happier than I’ve ever seen him, and you bring so much joy to our family. I love you.”

She kissed me on the cheek and shooed me out the door.``

The next thing I knew, I was heading back to Logan Airpot for my 9:13 a.m. flight to New York. I thought for sure I would be all nervous about this interview, but I remembered what Perry told me last night—after he licked his fresh load from my chest. “Baby, you know there’s nothing to worry about when everything’s happening just the way it’s supposed to happen. We found the perfect apartment. I get to live with my more than perfect boyfriend. Mom found you the perfect job. Hunter—our life together is perfect. I love you.”

A smile spread across my face just as the plane bounced on the Laguardia runway. Of course, thinking about Perry and New York made me think about hot room service with Tony. It’s probably a good thing Perry isn’t with me!

I grabbed my satchel briefcase and made my way to the arrivals part of the airport. At the bottom of the stairs, I found a cute-as-fuck boy holding a sign with my name. I smiled at him when our eyes met. His eyes got kinda big when he started to smile back at me.

“Hunter Landrey?”

“That would be me!”

“Malcolm. Malcolm Everette. You can call me Mal.”

“Awesome. I’m just—Hunter.”

“Do you have a bag you need to pick up?”

“Nope! I’m all set.”

“Great! Let’s head out to the car, then.”

Mal led me to the front of the terminal and made a quick call. It didn’t even take a minute for the stretch limo to pull up.

“Wow! Nice wheels, Mal. You didn’t have to go to this trouble!”

Mal opened the door and told me just to get in. I’m in so much trouble—his goofy little grin made him even cuter!

When we got settled into the back of the car, Mal told the driver that we were going to the midtown office. He hung up the phone and settled into his seat across from me.

“So—Jake tells me you’re an honest-to-God cowboy.”

“Who’s Jake?”

“Jake Harrison. He’s the guy in charge of the Manhatten locations.”

“Ah—okay. I’m more like a former cowboy. I mean, I grew up on a ranch in West Texas—but I got out of there as soon as I could. Went to the University of Texas on a full-ride swimming scholarship. I never like the ranch life. My mom just sold it, so it makes me happy that I’ll never have to go back to that place.”

“Yeah, I understand. From the day I was born, Dad planned on me being a part of the family business. Accounting! Sheesh—could you die? I craved contact with other humans. That’s how I ended up a PTMT.”

Mal must’ve seen me trying to figure out his PTMT thing. “Physical Therapist/Massage Therapist. That’s what you are, yes?”

“Physical Therapist, yes. I get my Massage license in about three weeks.”

“Excellent! Maybe we’ll get to work together at the same location.”

“That would be cool. Which location are you at?”

“I’m in Midtown.”

“We’re going to be living close to the Village. But I guess that’s what subways are for, huh?”

“We’re?”

“Yeah. My boyfriend and I are moving down here so he can go to college.”

“Boyfriend? That’s cool.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Oh, Hell no! I was hoping you might be gay—but I was also hoping you weren’t attached.”

“I guess I should be flattered—and I am. But you never know what could happen, do ya?”

“Well—I guess not!” Mal smiled at me, and I’ll be damned if his eyes didn’t twinkle. This boy is sexy as fuck! I’m pretty damned sure Perry would be all for some fun with Mal—at least, I hope so.

For the next few minutes, we just looked at each other. No words—just looks. Fuck! I was hard as a rock when I realized I needed to change the atmosphere in the back of the limo.

“Funny, If I had known I’d be here for an interview today, I would have just stayed. Perry and I were just here for Spring break.”

“Tell me about Perry?”

“Well, if anyone would have told me that I would fall in love with an eighteen-year-old, I woulda thought they were crazy as Hell. But then, I guess when you find your soulmate, you don’t get to worry about stuff like age. He’s a swimmer, incredibly smart. Blond, blue eyes, incredibly funny, fearless, and he has this amazing smile that goes all the way up to his eyes.”

“He sounds great. Do you have a pic?”

“Yeah—hold a second.”

I scrolled through my phone and found my favorite pic of Perry. I took it last summer. He was wearing blue Speedos, and I caught him mid-air—diving into the pool—and had this look of pure joy on his face. I turned my phone so that Mal could see.

“Wow! You left out a word—Perry is hot. Whoah!”

“Yeah—I pretty much feel like I’m the luckiest man on Cape Cod.”

“Whoah. Now I have this picture in my mind—whoah!”

I had to grin when Mal reached down and adjust his hard—and impressive—cock. Thank God we arrived at the Midtown center. I was ready to pounce this boy in the back of a fuckin’ limo!

We got out of the car, and Mal whispered in my ear. “Why don’t we wait a few minutes and let our cocks calm down? Jake’s cool and all, but your impressive cock shouldn’t be his first impression—especially since he’s totally straight.”

“Good idea. But I don’t think anyone is totally straight. Hell, my first week in college, I was fuckin’ the shit out of the school’s quarterback.”

“Hehe—tight end?”

“Ha! I can’t believe you went there! But yeah. He had a sweet ass, that’s for sure!”

Just then, Mal’s cell rang. “Yeah, Jake. We just got here. We’re on our way up now.”

Mal smiled at me and asked if I was ready.

“Hell, yeah. Let’s get me a damned job!”

Mal took me up to the seventh floor, and we found Jake Harrison was standing in the alcove waiting for us.

“Mr. Landrey! It’s so good to meet you!”

“Thanks for seeing me, Mr. Harrison.”

“Jake. Please call me Jake.”

“Cool. Call me Hunter.” I had to smile at the man. He was handsome as fuck—and built like a house. I’d guess he was in his forties—maybe early fifties. He was wearing the same purple polo and khakis that Mal was wearing. I like that he didn’t try to dress like the big bossman. Good first impression—check!

“Mal, can you go and check with Sherry? Apparently, Mr. Steinbrecher had a fall this morning and aggravated his new hip. We told him you would be here, and he decided to wait for you.”

“Sure thing. I’ll see you later, Hunter. Good luck to you!”

“Thanks, Mal—and thanks for meetin’ me at the airport!”

I watched Mal walk down the hall a bit. Nice ass, too! Yeah—I’m gonna fuck that boy one of these days.

“How about I give you a quick tour, Hunter. Then we can sit down and talk a bit.”

“Sounds great!”

This place was huge! Our first stop was the reception area. Jake introduced me to Sherry and said, “Sherry is so much more than a receptionist. She takes time to learn about each of our clients and is responsible for the smooth operation of the place. Sherry, this is Hunter Landrey. If all works out, he very well may be joining our staff soon.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Hunter. Hope you enjoy your visit with us today.”

“Thanks. I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“Okay, Hunter. Let’s head down the hall.”

There were four small rooms with an exam table, a stool, and a computer cart. “These are our consultation rooms. Our therapists use this for initial examinations, and we find that the privacy allows our clients to be more open and honest with our therapists.”

The hallway opened to the extensive treatment area. Damn! They had at least four times the equipment I had at the rehab center. There seemed to be about five therapists—including Mal—working with patients.

Jake took me to one side of the room and into one of the spaces that were partitioned off. Each space had another exam table and a complete ultrasound setup. They also had a set of vibrator wands and a freezer filled with ice packs of every size and shape you could ever think of. Nice!

We walked back out into the main room. Mal looked up and smiled at me—with that damned smile that caused my cock to twitch! Fuck me! On the opposite side of the room were three large rooms with massage tables.

“These are our massage rooms. They’re entirely soundproof, so our clients can’t be disturbed by the sound of people in the main treatment area. Most of our clients opt for deep tissue massages after their PT treatments. It’s quite helpful with the pain management—and that helps us keep them away from meds as much as possible.”

“This is incredible, Jake. You have a wonderful facility here.”

“We’re proud of it. My people do great work, and that’s the key to our success. I have one more place to show you before we sit down and talk.”

Jake took me back through the reception area and to a second hallway.

“This is our office area. Each of our therapists has a small office where they can work on their treatment plans and reports. I had the offices as far from the treatment area as possible. That allows the therapists to do the paperwork away from the patients. It’s funny how much the staff appreciates that. I have found that the documentation part of their work gets done much more efficiently.

We went to the end of the hall, and I followed Jake into his office.

“Have a seat, Hunter.”

We talked for another hour. It was so strange—I never felt like I was in an interview. It was more like we were two people just getting to know each other. I was even more surprised that we had talked as long as we had.

Next on the agenda was back in the treatment area. Jake pretended to be a client and would describe a problem. He then had me put him through a series of treatments, with me explaining what I was doing and why I was doing it.

After forty-five minutes or so, Jake smiled and said he was pretty pleased with my work. He especially liked the way I explained my treatments. I guess he liked that I didn’t sound too clinical, and I always emphasized the positive results of what we were doing.

When we were finished, Jake called Mal over to us and said, “Mal. I have a meeting for the next thirty minutes or so. When is your next client?”

“I just had a last-minute cancellation and don’t have another client for ninety minutes.”

“Perfect. Why don’t you take Hunter into one of the massage rooms and have him work on you? Then, Hunter, when you’re done, head out to reception and let Sherry know you’re ready to see me.”

“Sounds good!” I looked over to Mal and smiled. Holy shit, from the smile on his face, he was way more than happy to be helpin’ me with this part of the interview! Okay, okay—I was pretty stoked to get my hands on this hot boy, too!

Before we went into the massage room, I excused myself to use the restroom. Mal said he was going to get ready for his massage and that I should meet him in room #2.

I went into the restroom, and no sooner had I sat down, I got a text from Perry:

PRYEVNS99: hey sexy man—just wanted to let you know i was thinkin bout you. hope things are going well. love you!

HUNTLAND: omg! perfect timing! on a short break before i give a massage.

PRYEVNS99: sweet! who’s the lucky person that’s gonna get ur hands all over them?

HUNTLAND: his name’s mal. one of the other pts.

PRYEVNS99: cute?

HUNTLAND: beyond cute. kinda hot.

PRYEVNS99: u gonna fuck him?

HUNTLAND: naw. not without u here.

PRYEVNS99: u WANNA fuck him?

HUNTLAND: um. maybe?

PRYEVNS99: then do it. give him a happy ending that’ll get u the job!

HUNTLAND: but u won’t be here, baby.

PRYEVNS99: then facetime me and let me watch. next best thing.

HUNTLAND: he would love that. he already thinks ur hot as fuck.

PRYEVNS99: i’ll be home in five mins. let me know!

HUNTLAND: will do. luv u baby!

PRYEVNS99: luv u more!

God, I love my boy! I finished up my business, washed up, and headed back out to the massage room.

I knocked lightly on the door to room #2 and heard Mal tell me to come in. He was lying on his back with a towel over his privates. There wasn’t a thing private, though—Mal was hard as a rock and pitchin’ a very impressive tent.

I tried to ignore the obvious. “Sorry for the delay. I got a text from Perry.”

“Nice. How is your stunning boyfriend?”

“He’s great. He was wishing me luck.”

“So—over on the wall, you’ll find the music. Channel two is the best. It’s music from video games. Most men prefer that. Channel one is your classic New Age shit—the choice for most women.”

I went over to the sound panel and figured out how to turn on the music. Once I had the music going, I noticed a couple of candles. “Would you like some candles, Mal?”

“Yeah. They’re lavender-scented. That helps with the relaxation thing.”

When I turned around, I was just a little surprised to see Mal—no towel this time—slowly stroking his beautiful cock. Well, it only took a few seconds for my own cock to start filling out my khakis!

“Hunter—I don’t need a massage. What I need is you. Care to join me?”

“Well, Perry said it was cool, as long as I Facetimed him so he could watch.”

“Hot. I like Perry more and more.”

I dialed up Perry on Facetime, and he answered right away—totally naked and hard as a rock.

“Hi baby, this is Mal.”

“Hi Mal. Looking good! Hunter—I think Mal needs some of your attention! And it looks like you have way too many clothes on.”

I put my phone on the desk, making sure he had a good view of the massage table. Next, I took off my shirt and made my way to the other side of the table. I pushed Mal’s hand away and replaced it with my mouth.

“Fuuuuuck! Yesssss!”

Mal was hot as fuck—totally smooth except for a thin, trimmed strip of hair at his cock. I cupped his heavy balls with one hand a rolled them around in his hairless sac. Hehe—he loved that—if the moanin’ and cursin’ were any indication.

Finally, I pulled my mouth off of his cock and peeled off my polo.

“Nice! Dude—you have one hot body!”

As I started to go down on his cock again, he stopped me. “Hunter—you have way too many clothes on.”

I smiled at him and slowly took off the rest of my clothes. My slow strip-tease was met with more moans and cursing. Damn! This boy was rarin’ to go!

“Get up here and feed me that cock, Hunter!”

I crawled up on the table and knelt over Mal in a hot sixty-nine. It wasn’t long before our moans were joined by Perry’s over the phone.

“Rim me, Mal! Get my ass good and wet for your cock!”

“Oh, fuck yes!”

Now, I’ve had some good—even excellent—rim jobs in my life, but I have to say that Mal Everette has a tongue like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He was tongue-fucking my hole like it was a miniature cock. He had me moaning all over his cock.

Mal finally pulled away from my ass and told me to stop. He was getting too close and didn’t want to blow his nut in my mouth. I guess I had no other choice than to swing around and line his cock up with my throbbing ass.

“That’s right, baby—take that cock deep in your hole! So fucking hot!”

Mal looked over to the phone and panted, “You got that right, Perry!”

Unfortunately, it didn’t take much longer for both Mal and I to blast our loads. While the two of us were panting and cursing, I could hear Perry shout, “Oooohhhh Fuuuuuuuuuck!” as he was covering himself with his nut.

After a few minutes of recovery, I climbed off the table, grabbed the towel on the floor, and cleaned up my nut from Mal’s abs, chest and face. Then, I went over to the desk to say goodbye to Perry.

“I’ll see you when you get home, baby. Text me when you land.”

“Okay, baby. I love you.”

“It was nice meeting you, Mal! Looking forward to seeing you in person!”

I ended the Facetime, and Mal said I should grab the Frebreeze from the lower cabinet. “This room most likely smells like hot boy sex in a field of lavender.”

I’m sure he was right, too! We cleaned up the room, sprayed the spray, and got dressed. Mal had to get ready for his next client, and I went back to the lobby to tell Sherry that I was ready to meet with Jake.

In less than five minutes, I was told I could go back. So I walked into Jake’s office and took a seat in front of his desk.

“Okay, Hunter. I must say that your skills as a physical therapist are some of the best I’ve seen.”

“Thanks, Jake.”

“But the thing that I was most impressed with was your demeanor as you explained what you were doing. Nobody likes physical therapy—and for a lot of people, it’s just as—if not more—painful as the injury that caused them to be with us in the first place.

“I like that you explain things in a way that’s friendly and conversational—and completely non-condescending. I wish I could fill all my centers with people like you.”

“Again—thank you for the opportunity.”

“I just got off the phone with Mal, who tells me that he had just had one of the best massages he’s ever had.”

“Really? That’s really nice of him to say that.”

“Yes. I thought that as well—especially since Mal has never said anything like that about another massage therapist.”

“Oh, wow! I don’t know—”

“I know my people well, Hunter—much better than they realize. In that regard, considering what Mal had to say about you, I can only assume that the two of you were fucking in the massage room. Am I correct?”

Oh. Fuck. Me.