Free Intentions - SF9 by Susan X Meagher Page A

and concentrated like she always did. She was soon able to focus only on the tips of her fingers and the individual muscles that her fingers glided over.
    Catherine was right on the money when she said she liked a firm touch. Ryan gave her everything she had, but the harder the pressure, the more she liked it. She knew that the aggressive massage would help Catherine's stiff muscles, so she was a little more forceful than normal, and before she knew it she was right back at the arms. God, did I hit everything else? I completely lost track of where I was. Just to make sure, she broke the silence by asking, "Any areas bothering you?"
    It took a second for Catherine to realize that the voice was addressing her. "No, I don't have a care in the world," she murmured.
    Ryan placed her hand on her back and leaned over a bit. "Relax for a while. I'll leave the music on for you."
    " 'Kay," she muttered sleepily as Ryan gently closed the door.
    Neither of her companions was in the weight room, so Ryan went down to the first floor to look for them. She put her hands on her hips and glared at the two naked blondes as they lounged in the sauna. "Am I the only one that has to work around here?"
    "God, Honey, you were gone for over an hour! What were you doing in there?"
    "I had to concentrate really hard to ignore the fact that it was your mom, so I didn't pay any attention to time. The only reason I knew it had been a while was because my hands were starting to cramp. She likes it rough, too," she said with a waggling eyebrow at her lover.
    "Me too," Jordan reminded her as she held out the bottle of moisture lotion that she had carried into the sauna.
    Ryan sighed heavily as she started to strip out of her clothes. "Do all of you only want me for my hands?" she sighed as she accepted the lotion and started to work on Jordan's lower back.
    "That's only half of your allure," Jamie assured her. "Your mouth is equally important to me."
    "Not to me," Jordan demurred, letting out a gasp as the powerful hands stroked her tired muscles. "I only need your hands."
     
    As soon as Jordan's brief massage was finished, she wrapped herself up in a towel and announced, "I'm going to bed. Wake me up at the last possible minute, will you, Sport?"
    "Will do, Sleeping Beauty. Sleep well."
    As Jordan left Jamie asked, "How late was Mia here last night?"
    "She was still here this morning," Ryan said, smiling a little.
    "Oooh, Mia finally had her way with Jordan, huh? Good for her!"
    "You're jumping to conclusions. They were lying on a chair by the pool, fully clothed, when I found them. I think they were talking most of the night."
    "For someone who doesn't talk much, that Jordan sure is gabby when she's around Mia. What in the heck is up with her, anyway?"
    "I don't know, to be honest. Jordan's a pretty complex person-she's not so easy to figure out."
    "She'd better not hurt my Mia," Jamie said, her eyes narrowing. "It's obvious that Jordan is a love 'em and leave 'em kinda girl, and I'm afraid that Mia really likes her."
    "Don't make too many assumptions about Jordan. As I say, she's more complex than she seems." A lot more complex , Ryan decided. I think Mia would be in well over her head with Jordan.
     
    They padded into the house in their warm-ups, just making the turn for the stairs when Catherine's voice called out from the living room. "Jamie? Ryan? Can I have a word with you both?"
    Catherine was also dressed in a nylon warm-up suit--probably one that she wore after playing tennis, Ryan considered. She looked young and relaxed and attractively casual in the simple cocoa brown outfit that emphasized her eyes, and Ryan considered once again what a fabulous catch the lovely woman was. Jim Evans…you are a putz! she thought, not for the first time.
    "When your father was here yesterday, he left these envelopes for you both," Catherine said, handing both woman matching buff-colored vellum envelopes.
    Ryan and Jamie exchanged glances and Catherine said, "I