When I Look at You

Chapter 7: Kiss and Tell

~Kelly~

I was hurt. Matthew had been talking to Annalisse, and I had gotten dunked. He had failed to protect me, his wife, because he was talking with a beautiful vixen who was young enough to be his daughter. Well, almost young enough to be his daughter anyway. I pulled out the sunscreen from my bag, and applied it to my face, legs, and arms. Matthew had made his way over to me, but I was still angry, so I ignored him. Because of him, I had gotten dunked underneath the water. I guess it was no big deal. It was only for a few seconds. What made me angry was that he didn't protect me. He was too busy talking with the girl whose name I couldn't even mention without wanting to pull my own hair out.

"Kel, I'm sorry! I really am! I was an ass. Forgive me?" he tried.

It was going to take more than that for me to forgive him. I tried to put the sunscreen on my back, but it was difficult.

"Let me." He tried to take the sunscreen from me.

I paused, contemplating on whether I should give in and let him rub it on me or not. Then, with a sigh, I handed it over to him. There was no use in getting burnt just because I was angry with him. Besides, it was the least he could do for me after the way he had acted.

He began rubbing the sunscreen on my back, all the while pushing my hair out of the way, and kissing down the side of my neck. "I'm really sorry, Baby. It will never happen again. I love you more than my own life. I can't live if you don't forgive me."

I turned to him and smiled. I loved him too much to stay angry. He did have a way with words. I'd give him that. I sighed. "I guess I forgive you since I can't live without you."

His eyes lowered, and he set the sunscreen bottle aside so that he could take my face between his hands and kiss me passionately.

I sighed with contentment. He had a way with his lips too.

"Wanna give me another chance to catch you when you come down the slide?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I forgive you, but I am done with the slide. I just want to relax with my book. But first let me put the sunscreen on you. I don't want you getting burned."

He kissed me again. "Your hands all over me? I'm not gonna complain." We wriggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm only covering the parts of you that are exposed to sunlight."

He stood up. "Well, then let me take my shorts off." He pretended like he was going to pull his trunks off.

I laughed, and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down to sit down in front of me. "Stop it! You're going to get arrested," I teased as I took the sunscreen and began to slather it down his back.

He looked over his shoulder at me with a grin. "As long as they don't arrest me before you're done."

I rolled my eyes again, but smiled then kissed him anyway.

When I was satisfied with covering all of his exposed skin, I recapped the bottle, then put it into my bag. I then picked up my book, and began to read.

While I was reading, he took my right foot and began to massage it.

I peered over my book at him with a smile.

He grinned. "Foot massage while you read?"

"You really know how to make me forgive you!" I told him.

He grinned even brighter, and moved onto my left foot. "By the way, Annalisse says she's sorry too."

I fought to not roll my eyes. I bet she was. "That was nice of her," I said with a put on smile.

Matthew nodded. "She's a nice girl. But it wasn't really her fault; it was mine. I shouldn't have been paying any attention to her when my beautiful wife needed me." He looked up at me, not ceasing in his foot rubbing. "And I'm going to spend the rest of the vacation making it up to you. I promise!"

I smiled at him. Good! Maybe he was finally learning. It was going to be my job, while on this ship, to make sure he kept his eyes on the prize—me being the prize of course. I blew him a kiss, and he smiled at me and air kissed me before turning his attention back to my feet. Good boy.

~Matthew~

We arrived at the spa for our couples' massage shortly after the pool incident. Our arms were around each other's waist, and I was grateful that we had made up. I hated fighting with her—especially when I was the one who had to do the apologizing.

"Welcome back!" the chipper girl who had been there when we signed up said to us when she saw we had arrived for our appointment. "You can come on back here." She checked off our names, then led us in the back to our massage room. There were two changing rooms inside the massage room. She pointed to the changing rooms. "You can strip off your clothes in there, leaving your underwear on if you'd like. Here are your towels to wrap around yourselves. There is also a towel laying on your tables for you guys to lie on."

I grinned at her. "You can stay and watch me change if you want. I have nothing to hide."

Kelly gave me a look to kill. I guess after the whole Annalisse incident, that hadn't been such a good idea to joke like that.

The girl blushed.

I gave Kelly an apologetic shrug and smile, then turned my attention back to the girl. "I'm kidding. Thank you for showing us where to go."

"I'd like to tell you where to go," Kelly muttered under her breath.

The girl smiled. "Jackson and Kristen will be right with you." She then turned and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

"It's nice to know you have nothing to hide in front of other women," Kelly said as she slipped into her dressing room.

"Kel, come on! Where's your sense of humor? I was kidding!" I said as I slipped into my own dressing room.

Kelly was silent, and I didn't know what else to say, so we stripped down to our underwear in silence.

"Let me cover you," I said as Kelly got onto her table and lay on her stomach.

"I can do it myself," she said, attempting to place her towel over her butt.

I helped her anyway.

"Thank you," she muttered.

I kissed her cheek. "You know you're the only woman who actually gets to see me naked now, don't you? I was just kidding with that girl."

She sighed. "Well, sometimes I don't like your sense of humor."

I held up my hands. "All right! I won't joke like that anymore. I promise." I kissed her cheek. "All right?"

She sighed, but nodded. "All right."

"I don't think I like that your masseuse is going to be massaging you when you don't have a bra on," I said, just noticing that she had no bra on.

She tolled her eyes. "Relax! He's only going to massage my back. He'll never even see my breasts. I just didn't want my massage interrupted by the back of my bra."

The masseuses came into the room just then. They looked like they were straight out of Baywatch. They were tanned with blonde hair. The girl, I noticed, was very busty. It was easy to see when she was wearing a tight white tee-shirt with the spa's logo on it. She wore white cotton pants with it that looked like the type of pants one would wear to a karate class. On her feat were white socks and white sneakers.

The guy was wearing the same outfit, only his shirt revealed his well-formed pectorals. I didn't know whether to stare at the girl and admire her beauty, or to keep an eye on the male. I didn't want him laying a finger on my wife, but I knew that was where this was going. I had to watch him and make sure he didn't go anywhere near her butt or her breasts. I'm afraid there wold be a smack down if he did.

The girl smiled brightly at us. "Hello! I'm Kristin, and this is Jackson. We'll be your masseuses. "You're Matthew and Kelly, right?"

I nodded. "That would be us!"

"Good! I see you're already set up," Jackson said with a smile as he headed over to Kelly.

Kelly took one look at him, and her entire face lit up. She held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Jackson!"

He shook her hand and grinned. "The pleasure is all mine." He winked at her.

I got onto the table and lay down on my stomach. I kept my eyes on Jackson. I didn't like the way he was looking at my wife anymore than I liked the way my wife was looking at him!

"Here. Let me help you with that." Kristen took my towel, and placed it over my butt.

"Thank you!" I said as I felt a smile approach my lips. Hey, she was a beautiful woman. I was a man after all. Married or not, I noticed these things.

Kelly's and my massage tables were side-by-side, so all we had to do was look to our sides (my right and her left), and we'd see each other.

I cast a glance at Kelly, who was now giving Kristen the look to kill that she had given me mere minutes before. Well, at least someone else was getting the look for a change instead of me, I thought with amusement.

~Kelly~

After answering a few health related questions, which were procedure before getting a massage, the massages began.

I was thrilled with Jackson! Not only was he super cute, but he was good at what he did. He started off with a dry rubdown, making sure to get in deep and unknot all my tension knots. There were a lot there because of a certain Annalisse. Also, Kristin wasn't helping much in the tension department either. I found it very unprofessional for her to wear such a tight-fitting shirt when she was so busty. It also made me uncomfortable that she and Matthew were so chatty. I always thought it was customary not to talk much when getting a massage. I guess I was wrong. This girl looked to be in her mid-twenties. What was it with Matthew and young girls? It made me angry suddenly. I wanted to go over there and push Kristen out of the way. She had no business practically sharing her life story with my husband while feeling his body all over. If she even thought about touching his butt, I'd get up and rip her hair out by the roots!

I sighed. I was becoming violent even if it was only in my head. It was so unlike me! I didn't know what was wrong with me lately.

"You're so tense! Why don't I turn some music on?" Jackson went over to the CD player and put on some nice, slow, piano music. "Now, just close your eyes and enjoy the massage. Let all your worries and problems melt away." He took some hot oils then, and began to massage me with them. They smelled good.

"It's a mixture of chamomile and lavender," he said, as if reading my mind.

"It smells great!" I said.

"And yours is a mixture of lavender and vanilla," Kristen said to Matthew.

I opened my eyes and looked over to see Matthew grinning like the cheshire cat as she spread the oils all over his back, then deeply massaged his shoulders and back. Her hands went to his lower back, and he moaned.

"Yeah, that's a good spot. I feel a lot of tension there," he said.

I narrowed my eyes. I bet he did! Well, two could play at that game. I licked my lips, then moaned loudly. "Mm, you're very good with your hands. I'll give you that!"

Jackson grinned. "I'm glad to hear I'm doing my job well. You have a very nice body to work with."

Matthew cleared his throat, but didn't say anything.

Kristen did all the talking instead. "I'm going to massage your thighs, legs, and feet now. Is that all right?"

"Mm, yes Ma'am!" Matthew said.

I clenched my fists, feeling the tension rising again.

It was time to go in for the kill. "I wish I could take you home with me and have you be my personal masseuse!" I said to Jackson.

Before Jackson could respond to that, Matthew cleared his throat loudly, then spoke up. "You know, I'd feel much more comfortable if I had Jackson as my masseuse and Kristen as Kelly's."

I nodded. "I agree!"

Kristen and Jackson looked at each other, giving the other a strange look.

"Well, it's not usually the way we do it. We've never had the man want the man and the woman want the woman, but all right. We like to make our customers happy," Kristen said.

"It would make us very happy," I said.

So, Jackson and Kristen traded places. I knew it made them a little uncomfortable most likely, but I for one was extremely more comfortable. And, judging by the look of relief on Matthew's face, I think he was too.

I smirked. I had to admit, it felt good that his jealousy over me had won out over his love for flirting with (and apparently being massaged by) pretty women. He had just earned his spot out of the dog house and into our bed.

~Matthew~

"I think he baffled those masseuses!" Kelly said with a laugh as we entered into our room hand-in-hand.

I laughed too. "They probably thought we were bisexual."

Kelly laughed even harder. "Probably!"

I shut the door behind us, then took Kelly into my arms. "Now, what was this about taking Jackson home with you?"

She smirked. "I was only trying to get you going. I saw the way you were staring at Kristen's chest. Not that you could help it. It was right in your face!"

I smiled as I thought back to it. "True. But hers were too big. Believe it or not, even men can find breasts to be too big at times. Yours on the other hand..." I placed my hands over hers, causing her to blush. "Are perfect."

She kissed me, and I kissed her back hungrily.

She smiled, and started playing with the collar of my shirt. "Well, if you think they're perfect now, wait until you see them without all these clothes." She pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. She was now standing there wearing only a lacy white bra.

I moaned, and instantly moved my hands to the back of her bra. "Yes, let's see them without the barrier of clothing. Clothing can be so annoying, you know." I kissed up the side of her neck as I unhooked her bra, and slid the bra off her shoulders, letting it drop down to the floor with her shirt.

I licked my lips as I admired her body.

She smiled. "So, what do you think? Do you like?"

I pulled her close. "Baby, you know I love." I bent down so that my mouth could pay the attention that was due to her breasts.

I gently backed her down onto the bed. She lay down on the bed to continue letting me kiss and suck her breasts.

"Take your clothes off," she ordered bluntly.

I grinned. "Well, you don't wait any time." I did as told, pulling my T-shirt up and off. I tossed it to the floor, and was about to undo my belt when her cell phone rang.

"Don't answer it!" I ordered.

She grabbed her phone and looked at the caller ID. She then gave me an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, but it's my mother. It could be about the kids."

I sighed; defeated. I couldn't argue with that.

Kelly opened her phone. "Hello, Mom. What's up?"

She listened, then smiled. "Put them on."

I listened as she talked to Hermés and Helena. "I miss you too! Don't worry, Mommy will be home real soon, and I'll bring you guys presents!"

I smiled as she continued to talk to them.

Kelly smiled brightly. "Put her on!" She looked at me. "Lily!"

I smiled just as brightly, and sat down next to her on the bed. She put her phone on speaker.

"Daddy?" Lily asked.

Kelly smirked at me. "She's such a Daddy's girl!"

I grinned proudly. "Daddy's here, Princess! I miss you. Do you miss Daddy?"

"I miss you, Daddy," Lily said.

I had tears in my eyes. "I miss you too, Sweetheart. So much! But Daddy will be home soon. Okay?"

Lily giggled.

I laughed too. "I'll take that as it's okay."

"Lily, it's Mommy. Do you miss me too?" Kelly asked.

"Mommy!" Lily said, sounding excited.

"I'll see you soon. I miss you so much!" Kelly said.

"I miss you, Mommy," Lily said.

It's was Kelly's turn to get teary-eyed.

"I'm back. I can tell all three of them are happy they got to talk to you. They miss you!" Ann said, coming back onto the line.

"Kelly clicked the speaker phone off for some reason, and sat up straighter. "We miss them too. Well, the week will be over before they know it!"

I was getting bored. I unbutton and unzipped Kelly's jean shorts, then pulled them off. I tossed them to the floor.

She shot me an amused smirk, and shook her head as if to say, "You're bad."

I wasn't done. I pulled off her underwear and tossed that to the floor as well.

She looked at me funny, and pointed to her phone, as if to remind me that she was talking to her mother.

I raised my eyebrow, and smirked at her as if to ask her, "Since when has that ever stopped me?"

I then crawled down her body, and let my mouth make contact with its goal.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed, her head thrown back a bit. "Nothing," she then added.

I smiled at her. I knew her mother must have asked why she had just moaned.

I went at it again, this time letting my tongue probe her deeper.

She threw her head back all the way this time, and her moan was drawn-out this time as well. "Uuugh!"

She glared at me. "I'm sorry, Mother, but Matthew thinks he's being cute by going down on me while I talk to you."

I instantly felt my face turn red. I gave her a shocked look, mixed with annoyance.

She smirked; apparently satisfied with herself. "Yeah, you should have seen him our first night on the ship. He actually threw a tantrum when I was too tired to have sex! We made up though. Mm, the sex was incredible that night!"

My mouth dropped open. I could not believe she was telling her mother about our sex life!

She talked a little while longer, then hung up.

"What the hell was that?" I asked as soon as she had done so.

She gave smirked. "It was me talking with our kids and my mother. You talked to Lily, remember?"

"You know what I mean." I was unamused. "Why did you tell your mother all about our sex life?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "That? It's no big deal. I've always told my mother everything. We love sharing tips, and laugh at each other's funny stories."

I crinkled my nose. "You discuss your sex life with your mother and she discusses hers with you? That's sick!"

She crossed her arms over her chest, and gave me a look. "Oh, come on! You're a guy. You can't tell me you haven't discussed your sex life with one of your friends."

I shook my head. "No, Kel, I don't recall ever doing that! And if I did, it wasn't that detailed. I wouldn't go telling anyone about an argument we had. And I certainly wouldn't talk to either of my parents about my sex life or, Heaven forbid, theirs. That's just... Sick!"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Oh, please! How do you think you were made? How do you think I was made?"

I shuttered. "I don't want to think about that. How much have you told your mother about us?"

Kelly shrugged. "I don't know. I usually tell her when it's incredible, which is almost every time."

"Almost every time?" I didn't know whether to be insulted that she didn't consider every time incredible, or that she told her mother almost every time we've made love!

She shrugged. "Well, sometimes, it's just not the best. Don't get me wrong—I never have to fake it with you. But, sometimes either you're too tired or perform well, or I'm too tired to enjoy it. Sometimes both!"

I threw my hands in the air. "I don't believe this!"

"What are you having such a cow about?" Kelly asked.

"First off, our sex life should be private, and second off, I always perform well."

Kelly smirked. "Keep telling yourself that."

"That's it!" I picked up my shirt and put it back on.

She sighed. "Oh come on, Honey! I'm just trying to get you to lighten up a bit! I'm sure there's times where I don't perform well either. We have four kids total to take care of. It can be a lot to handle sometimes."

I was too angry for words. "Don't 'Honey' me! I need some time away from you."

She smirked. "Stop being so dramatic. Where are you going to go? We're on a ship in the middle of the ocean!"

I shot her a nasty look. "Thankfully, it's a big ship. And, how's this for dramatic? I'm out of here!" I opened the door, then exited the room, letting the door slam loudly behind me. I then headed for the bar. I needed a drink.

~Kelly~

I couldn't believe how Matthew was acting! I swear he acted like a little kid sometimes the way he threw tantrums! I put my bra and shirt back on, then slipped my underwear and shorts back on as well. I put my flip-flops on, then headed out of the room. Matthew wasn't the only one who could enjoy the ship!

I was to angry with him I could scream. He was totally overreacting, and frankly I was sick and tired of his little temper tantrums! So I told my mother whenever I had great sex with my husband. Who cared? It wasn't like I was broadcasting it in OK! Magazine.

I walked to the elevator, steaming mad, but then I thought better of walking around aimlessly. What I needed was to relax by the pool.

So, I headed back to the room, put my swimsuit on, grabbed my beach bag, then left for the pool. If Matthew came back to the room, let him wonder where I was, I figured. Besides, he said he wanted time away from me. Well, he could have it!

When I arrived at the pool, I found a lounge chair by the pool, then took out my sunblock from my bag. I applied it to all my exposed areas except for my back. I sighed. Darn it! I could get some of my back, but I wouldn't be able to get all of it by myself. Darn Matthew for being such an ass!

I applied it to my shoulders and lower back, then my upper back. The middle of my back was the hard part.

"Do you need help?"

I looked over at the sound of the voice, and smiled when I saw an extremely good-looking guy. He looked like he could be a lifeguard, what with his spiky blond hair and chartreuse eyes. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white board shorts that had a little sun on them. He looked to be around my age, maybe slightly younger.

"I'd hate to impose," I said.

He shook his head. "Na! Don't even worry about it. I'm always happy to help out a beautiful woman."

"You flattered me into it. Here ya go," I said, handing him the bottle.

He grinned, displaying his perfectly straight white teeth.

"So, what's your name?" he asked as he coated my back for me.

"You really don't know who I am?" I asked.

"Should I?" he asked in return.

"I'm Kelly Rutherford. I'm from Gossip Girl," I answered.

"Never seen it," he said.

"Melrose Place?" I tried.

He shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. I've never been much of a TV watcher. I was always more of an outdoor person. Even as a kid, you'd hardly ever find me at home. I was always out either playing ball with my friends, or at the beach trying to catch a good wave. I'm from Malibu."

My face lit up. "You're from California too? I'm from LA! Well, I was born in, Kentucky, but I live in Los Angeles from the end of March until the beginning of July. Then I live in New York City."

He nodded. "Cool! So you get the best of both worlds so to speak—west and east coast."

I nodded as well, and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I do." My stomach rumbled, and I quickly placed my hand over my stomach; embarrassed.

He smirked. "Hungry?" He had finished coating my back. He recapped the bottle, and handed it to me.

I nodded. "Thanks! Yeah, I guess I am. I forgot to eat lunch today." My fight with Matthew had made me forget all about lunch. I put the bottle back into my bag.

He extended his hand. "Well, I could go for something to eat as well. What do you say we go take advantage of all the free food they have on here for us?"

I hesitated. "I'm married, you know."

He shrugged. "I'm not asking you out on a date. I'm just asking you to fill your stomach with me. It's no fun eating alone."

I smirked. "Well, when you put it that way." I took his offered hand.

He grinned. "Cool!" He stood up, and pulled me up with him. He then motioned for me to walk in front of him. "Ladies first!"

I gave him a polite smile, then headed toward the poolside buffets. Why not? He was right. It was no fun eating alone. And, since Matthew was nowhere to be found, I might as well eat with this guy. I made a mental note to myself to ask him his name.

~Matthew~

I headed to the ships' lounge, which of course had a bar. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. There was two other guys at the other end of the bar, sipping their drinks and talking about a ballgame.

"Where's the wife?"

I looked over to my right as Annalisse sat down next to me.

I smirked. "Are you stalking me?"

She smirked back. "Don't flatter yourself!" She winked, then turned to the bartender and ordered a strawberry daiquiri before turning her attention back to me."I got bored sitting around in my room. The TV channels they have suck! All two of them." She rolled her eyes.

"You should be out on the ship having fun anyway—not cooped up in your room watching television," I told her.

"Well, you should be hanging out with your wife." She nodded toward my drink. "Not hanging out in a bar, drinking so early."

I shrugged. "It's always five o'clock somewhere, right?" I downed the rest of my drink.

She nodded. "True. So, you want to tell me what's wrong?"

I sighed, and put my now empty glass down on the counter. I looked at her as she sipped her daiquiri. "What makes you think something's wrong? My wife could just be taking a nap."

She nodded. "Also true. But, judging from the sour expression on your face, and judging from the fact that you're drinking alcohol so early, I think something is up."

I looked away. "I don't wanna talk about it." I didn't want to be like Kelly, and go dishing out details on my personal life—especially not with someone I had barely known a full day. I looked at her again. "Besides, you're drinking alcohol too." I nodded at her daiquiri.

She smiled. "I have an excuse. I'm a bit of a lush."

I nodded. "Got ya."

We sat in silence for a moment as she finished up her daiquiri. Then she turned to me. "Come on! Let's go for a walk around the ship. You can tell me what's wrong."

"I said I'd rather not talk about it," I reminded her, though I slid off my bar chair anyway.

"Ah, come on!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me along. "It's not good keeping something inside that is upsetting you. You'll feel much better once you tell someone."

I followed her out of the lounge with a sigh. I guess she did have a point.