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She turned in the circle of my arms and wound her arms around my neck. I smiled down into her laughing face and jerked my head to indicate we were leaving. She said her goodbyes to Shelly and Hayden, who seemed much happier than she had been at the club house and we went to the table to finish the goodbyes and collect my girl’s coat.

I helped her into it and led her out front. She was giggling and happy and my heart was lighter for it. She’d been having a hell of a time of it and deserved some fucking happy and I was determined to give it to her in spades. She spun once we were out the door and on the sidewalk. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me and I obliged, the mixture of the cloves I’d been smoking and the whiskey she’d been drinking complimenting each other nicely.

“Oh gawd! My virgin eyes!” My pops yelled beside us and she made to pull away, I captured the back of her head with my hand and pressed her into the kiss, keeping her from breaking it while I flipped my dad off with the other hand which was nearest him. His barking laugh bellowed over the heads of the crowd outside and Everett smiled against my mouth.

“Take me to a bed, please? Yours would be great but if you want, his will do too.” I laughed against her mouth at her audacity and contemplated it for a minute or two. Naw, I wanted marathon sex, my bed for that. I’d get my dad back later.

We rode back to the clubhouse, just her and I, and I decided that this was a new favorite. Just Everett, me and Matilda on the open road was nice. I wanted more of it and from the look of things in my side view, so did Everett. Awesome.

I stopped at a gas station and bought some lube and a twelve pack of ultrathin condoms. I wanted as little between us as possible. I didn’t think we’d need the lube but you never knew and it was always good to have on hand. I was thick, I knew it and it was the humane thing to do so I kept it around. The clubhouse was deserted when we got to it and that was fine by me. I wanted to see how loud my girl could get when she was uninhibited by knowing people were around. I led her back to my room and opened the door, flipping on the light.

“You really like black.” She observed and I smiled at her. Yeah, I’d been pretty monochromatic when it came to my club room. The carpet was black, I’d painted the walls black, the cheap ass garage sale dresser I’d painted black too. I’d mounted the small black flat screen TV on the ceiling above the bed which I had also painted black. It was going to suck if the damn thing ever came down but I didn’t think it would. I’d built the brackets and mounted the thing myself.

The cables ran along the ceiling and down the corner of the wall to a triangle of shelf I’d mounted in the corner. The small cable box and DVD player sat on it, the little blue-white display reading that it was a little after ten-thirty.

The headboard of the queen sized bed was one of those cubby style and lined with DVD’s. I switched on a black iron lamp that sat on top of the headboard, setting the condoms and lube up for easy access beside it.  Once I started I didn’t want to stop to wrestle open boxes or peel little safety seals off of lubricant so I made sure that shit was done, tossing the resulting trash in the bedside trashcan. That done, I flipped out the overhead light.

The glow of the lamp was pretty muted by its dark gray shade. The sheets on the bed were dark gray and the bed spread black like the rest of the room. I took Em’s bags off the bed and set them on the floor in front of the dresser. I hung my jacket and cut on the hook by the door and took my old jacket from her shoulders.

“I want you to keep this.” I said and she turned and looked at me, nodding softly.

“Okay.” She breathed. I hung it on a hook to the side and slightly lower to the one I’d hung my coat on.

I put my hands on her hips and brought my lips to hers, I was careful, soft and gentle with her. I wanted to make this last. I wanted to show her she was more than a quick fuck for me. That she was special and I started by kissing her… letting my hands slide beneath the hem of her sweatshirt and the tee beneath it. I palmed her smooth and sexy skin and ran my hands over her stomach and ribs. She moaned softly into my mouth and I swallowed the whimper whole.

God! I could eat this girl like ice cream. Slow and decadent, one lick at a time…
Okay I needed more skin.
I lifted her shirts over her head, both at the same time and she raised her arms, her necklace tumbling free and hanging tantalizingly between the globes of her breasts. I was as hard as I could get and straining at the fly of my jeans. Her hands pushed under my shirt and her fingers were deliciously cool against my heated skin. She slid her hands up my stomach and across my chest, letting them come to rest on my shoulders. I pulled the shirt off from over my head and let it fall. She sucked in a breath and looked me over, her blue eyes near boiling with the heat they contained. I loved that she liked what she saw. I turned her and sat her down on the edge of my bed and knelt in front of her. I pulled off her shoes and socks and stood and pulled my own boots off.

“All of it.” she whispered, desperation tinging her voice and I smiled.

I flicked the tongue of my belt out of the loop holding it flat and opened it up. I watched her, her gaze transfixed by my hands and what they were doing and the look of raw need on her face, in her eyes had my desire for her ratcheting up several notches. I unbuttoned, unzipped and slid the denim over my boxers and down my legs, peeling out of my socks when I reached the bottom. She wasn’t getting the full Monty. Not yet.

I reached for her waistband and she let me. There was something so sensual, so erotic about peeling the tight denim from her long dancer’s legs. She lay back for me and lifted her hips so I could do it and the fact she was wearing one sexy as hell matching bra and panty set underneath her plain comfortable clothes damn near did me in. I didn’t miss that the dove gray satin at the apex of her thighs was much darker with her wetness.

I felt a surge of fierce joy that she was as turned on as I was. Once the jeans were off, her scent lightly perfumed the air with pheromones that I had no intentions of trying to resist or ignore. I wanted Everett Mary Moran more than I had
ever
wanted any other girl in my life. That included the bitch that had used me as a rebound. I had to take a moment. I stopped and stood over Everett, laid out across the black covers in her gray satin and lace bra and panty set. She was so fucking beautiful but there was more. I felt a slow wicked smile curve my lips and fought to keep the press of laughter down.

“What?” she asked smiling, her voice trembling with a giggle of her own, I didn’t answer right away and she sat up, turning so she was on the bed, head towards the headboard rather than laying across it.

“What’s so funny!?” she demanded and I waved a hand in a sweep from her head to her pretty French manicured toenails.

“You match.” I said and the laughter spilled out. Black and gray, that was my room and her dove gray bra and panty set matched my sheets almost to perfection.

She looked around the room and then down at herself and the giggle poured out of her lovely mouth. She pressed a hand over it to stop the girly sound and I laughed. I motioned for her to center herself better on the bed and she obliged, moving over. I sat down beside her hip facing her and bent, kissing her softly. I touched her silky cheek and trailed fingertips in a barely there touch down the side of her throat, across her shoulder.

I loved her whiskey flavored kisses. Her tongue boldly stroking across my own. I loved that she wasn’t afraid to be an active participant when we kissed, her hands cupping my face, smoothing across my shoulders. Her arms curving around my back and igniting my desire for her, like pouring gasoline on a bonfire. I got the bra off of her and cradled her breasts in my hands. God she was a perfect gorgeous handful! Creamy skin and rose colored nipples. I broke our kiss to take one into my mouth and she arched into me, moaning my name in a breathy push of air that drove me absolutely wild! I teased the other between thumb and forefinger and she writhed a little beneath the attention.

I traded sides and lavished the other with the same attention and her fingers tangled in my hair, holding it off my face. She captured my eyes with her heated blue gaze and I couldn’t help but picture a steaming mountain hot spring when she did it. The steel blue-gray waters surrounded by freshly fallen snow. I got up on my knees while I sucked at her breast and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I kissed down her body and moved the soaked satin fabric off of her as I made my descent and she eagerly raised her hips to let me get them off.

I used my hands to push her thighs apart and let my gaze wander her pretty, freshly shaven pussy. God damn it was a thing of beauty! The light pink petals of her sex slightly lighter than the rose color of her nipples and glistening wetly, ready for me in the soft lamp light. I put a hand just above her mound and pushed back, bringing her clit to the fore. It was engorged and begging for my attention and I so wanted to go there.

I got between her thighs and scooted down the bed. I’d been wanting to do this and take my time savoring her since that first taste in my kitchen. I looked up the length of her lean body, her chest heaving in deep breaths, her eyes were almost panicked, frantic with her need for me to touch her and I loved that I held this kind of power, this kind of sway over her. One of these nights, if she were up for it, I wanted to play my orgasm game with her. Tie her to my bed, finger and lick her until she came and see how many times I could make her come. How long it would take until she begged me to stop, then how long it would take after that until I could get her to cry from the sheer overload of pleasure.

That wasn’t for tonight though. I lowered my mouth agonizingly slow to her silky wet pussy, never breaking eye contact, and watched the anticipation in her eyes build. She wanted this, she wanted it bad and I was going to give her not only what she wanted but what I could tell she
needed
tonight. I smiled slow and lascivious and I know it was a little cruel but I wanted to hear it. I craved the high of hearing her sweet voice beg me to do it and she didn’t disappoint.

“Please Dray, touch me!?” her voice lilted with her desire. I had her worked up and it showed. Breath coming in an unsteady cadence, eyes dilated, hips rocking unbidden. I teased her opening with a light touch and her eyes closed. I slid my middle finger up inside her and her head fell back with a moan. I looked on in wonder at the grace of her honest responses and teased around inside her looking for that spot. Her cunt spasmed around my finger and her hips bucked when I stroked deep and I smiled at the freshly gleaned knowledge. Unlocking Em was turning into seriously fun times.

I let my breath wash over her skin, over that sensitive little nub and she cried out, a soft little gentle pleading cry that gave me a wicked surge of triumph. I smiled and stroked that spot deep inside her adding my index finger to the middle, she was so hot and ready for me both glided in easily. With one last appraising look at how my girl was doing I lowered my mouth to her body and took my prize giving her a long, slow, lick.

God she tasted good! Fresh and clean, like sunshine after a fresh spring rain. She fisted the comforter to either side of her hips when I did it and arched her back, her head tipped back.

Looking up the long sensual curve of her body was a picture of grace and beauty I’ll
never
forget. I think that was the point I could admit to myself what everybody else had probably been seeing from the moment I put my lips on hers on that dance floor…

I was in love with Everett Mary Moran.

Chapter 11

 

Everett…

Oh my god oh my god oh my god Dray was driving me insane! I felt full but not stretched as he probed me with his fingers. He’d found that place deep inside me and was coaxing pleasure from it, a slow draw, a slow pull, his tongue touched me and I felt like I was pulled off the bed as if with strings. Velvet and hot it teased across that bundle of nerves and I felt things low in my body tighten and constrict around his invading fingers. I tangled my fists in the covers by my hips and tried to hold still. I wanted this, oh god I wanted him to make me come, I wanted the sparks flitting through my body to roar to life and consume me in a raging inferno of an orgasm and it was headed that way! I gasped for air and cried out his name and he sucked on my clit. Oh god it felt good but the fires slightly cooled with the change.

“Oh God Dray! Oh please, oh I’m so close!” I forced out through my rapid panting. I felt him smile against my body and he took his mouth from me.

“Not yet Baby, just a little bit longer. I’m gonna make it feel so good, I promise.” I moaned a low passionate wail, his words spoken so close to me that the vibrations of them sent a different sort of thrill through my tortured nerves. He’d stilled his fingers as he’d spoken and now he resumed their gentle rocking. The motion awakened that ember of sensation deep inside me anew and with a little more ferocity than it’d held before. I clutched the covers and looked down the length of my body between my breasts… straight into the deep and lovely dark eyes of Dray which smoldered with heat and intensity as he observed my reactions to his ministrations.

The look stole the breath from my lungs and sent me sailing over the edge, I plunged into the deepest orgasm of my life, the sensations unfurling in a rapid tide from my center, washing out through my limbs, colliding with my edges and washing back in, filling me with bliss. Sight stopped, sound stopped, the whole world stopped and narrowed down to Draven Trujillo’s mouth on my clit and his fingers deep inside me. He was eking out every bit of pleasure he could from my body until I felt light and heavy at the same time.

The bed became cloud nine and I lay boneless, panting for breath, my throat was raw and I didn’t know why. Dray shifted over me, his fingers slipping free of my body, the heat of his mouth replaced with the cool kiss of air from the room and I shuddered again with an aftershock. My whole body had come alive I let my eyes drift shut and reveled in these new and intense sensations, the rest of my senses slowly coming online from wherever Dray had sent them scattering.

I heard the rustle of a wrapper, a tearing sound. I hadn’t even been aware of him removing his boxers but my eyes flicked open to reveal him kneeling between my legs, which twitched faintly. His dark eyes were glued to my face as he rolled the condom securely around the base of his thick cock and my breath caught in my throat. The sight of him making himself ready to take me was erotic to the nth degree.

He smiled down at me and the curve of his lips was borderline cruel and for some reason that turned me on too. I reached for him and he situated himself, collapsing forward over me, holding his upper body off of mine with one arm while he positioned himself with the other. I wasn’t sure I was quite ready, I still hadn’t caught my breath but that didn’t matter to Dray, he was apparently determined to keep things going, because he pushed his hips forward and slid into me with barely any effort at all. God I must be wet and who wouldn’t be after an orgasm like that!?

He folded down over the top of me and with our heights being so very near the same it made missionary so very close and intimate. His eyes held mine as he stroked in and out of me and he smiled tenderly down at me. My hands found his shoulders and I curved my arms around his neck and opened myself more completely to him, winding a leg around his, spreading the other a little wider. I closed my eyes for a second and just allowed myself to feel what he did to me, to drink in his spicy sweet smell and the warmth of his body against mine.

“How you doing Baby?” he asked, voice husky and deep with passion.

“You feel so fucking good!” I breathed back and he growled and adjusted his thrust so he went deeper and a little harder. I gasped and cried out, clinging to him harder. I couldn’t get enough of his skin against my body and finally dragged his mouth to mine. I could taste the salt of myself on his lips and I didn’t care. He took his time loving me and I did everything to love him back just as fiercely. I’d barely had time to recover from my last orgasm but already another was building. He rocked into me expertly, finding and reaching all the right places like his body was built to fit mine.

He broke the kiss to lean up and change angle again and I wrapped my legs around his lean hips dragging him deeper still. I nipped his shoulder and he growled against the side of my neck and licked that sweet spot that sent a wash of goose bumps across half of my body.

“Oh god Dray I’m almost there!” I gasped.

“Good,” he growled, “I wanna feel that pussy come around my cock. Don’t disappoint me Em, you disappoint me we’re going to try again until you get it right.” he said with a playful edge of challenge in his voice. I laughed and then moaned as the head of his cock found the same spot his fingers had so lovingly exploited a little earlier. My womb grew heavy with the delicious threat of another powerful orgasm and I squeezed my muscles around him.

“Oh god yeah! That’s it baby!” he said and drove into me steadily.

“Oh Dray! Oh! Oh! Oh…!” I came apart underneath him. It was like he pulled the loose thread that unraveled all the best parts of me in all the best ways. I shook and held onto him as if he were a rock in a storm pitched sea as I came and I don’t know what he did but it was like he kept it going, rolling it out as long as possible for me until I was a panting, nerveless, quivering, beautiful mess beneath him.

It was so intense, too intense! I clung to him overwhelmed by everything I was feeling and then some. Tears stood out in my eyes and he smiled an entirely too satisfied smile and held me close.

“You okay?” he asked. I didn’t know but his wide grin was reassuring.

“I don’t know.” I said and my voice broke on a terrified little girl sob.

“Shhhh, you’re okay Baby, just a little intense yeah?” he asked. I nodded against his shoulder and he kissed my forehead.

“Hang on, because I’m not done and it’s about to get worse… or better… depending on your perspective.” He said between breaths. I blinked and he hooked and arm beneath my knee and folded it upwards and started thrusting all over again, sure strokes that stoked the fires of my passion for him all over again, sure but even and surprisingly gentle strokes.

I didn’t know if my body could take it, but Dray wasn’t going to give an inch. I liked that. I liked that a lot. He made me come at least two more times before taking his own satisfaction. I lay sweat soaked and trembling beneath him and wasn’t sure how well I would be dancing in the morning. My body felt like it had been through a thorough work out by the time he was through. Parts of me tingled with the memory of the pleasure, other places felt numb, others were so fatigued I didn’t know if they would ever work right again!

Dray looked entirely too satisfied with himself as he disposed of the condom in the trash. He gathered me up, as boneless and nerveless as I felt, and cuddled me close, getting the blankets up and over us, nesting us down in the surprising softness of the bed. I closed my eyes exhausted but not before catching him looking at me like I was his long lost treasure. That, more than anything else, is what made my night. No man had ever looked at me with such love and adoration. As much as my da’ had loved me, not even
he
came close to a look like the one Dray was giving me.

“I think I love you for looking at me that way.” I said in a softly lilting voice that was half dreamy at this point.

“Aww sleep Baby, I wore you out.” He said gently and I laughed.

“That’s true… but I’m still pretty sure I love you.” I whispered.

“Good, because it would really suck to love you as much as I’m loving you and not have it returned.” He said. I relaxed just that much more and he gave me a squeeze.

“You love me?” I asked and I could hear his smile.

“Yeah Em. I think I do… I
know
I do. It’s the only explanation for what I’ve got going on inside.” He sniffed and cleared his throat like he was getting choked up. I opened my eyes and craned my neck back to look at him.

“I’m not going anywhere Dray.” I whispered and something flashed in his dark eyes.

“You don’t find a connection like this very often,” I whispered, “What I’m feeling for you, I don’t know,” I gave an exasperated sigh, words failing me.

“Goes way beyond incredible sex?” he hazarded a guess.

“Yes! God! Way beyond. What I feel right now is the stuff of fairy tales… You showed up out of nowhere a knight in armor and swept me off my feet and now you’re stuck with me!” he barked a laugh.

“My armor’s not white or shiny Baby.” He said.

“Well if you’re a knight who really knows your way around a sword it’s kind of impossible to keep your armor shiny isn’t it? I mean you’d be fighting in it all the time…” I yawned at the end of the observation. My father had raised a pretty practical daughter and that
is
what seemed practical in this certain analogy. Dray chuckled and changed the subject.

“Em?”

“Yeah?”

“Why you fighting so hard to stay awake?” he asked. I blinked and relaxed into him and thought about it and the answer startled me a bit.

“I don’t want to wake up and find out that this is just a really good dream…” I said.

“Aww well sleep tight Baby doll, I’ll most likely love you in the morning,” he said sweetly.

“I don’t know if I’ll have it in me to go another round so soon.” I said honestly.

“I didn’t mean physically Babe.” He said and his tone was gently chiding. I absolutely melted and drifted safe and warm against him in the deepening night. He reached up and switched out the light and I feel like my consciousness blinked out with it.

My phone started ringing a minute later. I threw myself out of bed and felt through my clothes until I located it in my hooded sweatshirt’s pocket. I looked at the screen and groaned inwardly as I silenced the alarm. I had a bevy of bright eyed girls and a couple of boys to teach in an hour and a half. I looked over my shoulder back at Dray, he was giving me a tired but amused look.

“Morning.” I said softly. He gave a luxurious stretch.

“Morning.” He grunted, I got to my feet slowly and he smiled, those deep, dark, lovely eyes of his hooded with satiation coming alive with lust as they travelled over my nude form.

“Guess what?” he said.

“What?” I asked softly, my smile growing.

“Its morning, you’re awake and…” he looked me over again and I cocked my head to the side.

“And..?” I prompted. Oh god I wanted to hear it, I
needed
to hear him say it.

“…and I still love you.” He said and my apprehension drained out of me, through the floor and disappeared into oblivion.

“I love you too.” I murmured softly and he gave me that beautiful, heart stopping, boyish grin that I absolutely adored.

“Got some towels in the top of the closet there, you know where the bathrooms are at?” he asked. I nodded and fetched down the towels, taking up my bags.

“K, come here and kiss me so I can go back to sleep.” He ordered and I didn’t mind at all. I went over and kissed him and he brushed fingers across my cheek.

“See you when I come pick you up.” He whispered.

“Okay.” I whispered back and wrapped up in one of the towels. I peeked into the hall but it was deserted and I made a break for the nearest bathroom with a shower.

I was sore in all the right places which were, unfortunately, all the
wrong
places for a dance instructor to be sore the morning she had to instruct. I hoped the hot shower would help and it did. I took some Aleve out of my dance bag and swallowed them with some water from the tap. I did not pass go, I did not collect two hundred dollars, I did get dressed directly in my dance stuff and hauled ass out into the common room.

“Please be up, please be up, please be up…” I chanted under my breath and sure enough she was, bright eyed and ready for the day not a hair or stitch out of place. Thank you Jesus!

“Running late?” Ashton asked at the look on my face and I laughed.

“Not exactly. I have
got
to stop for coffee on the way in. Robusta or bust.” I said and hoisted my bags higher on my shoulder. I had chosen black leggings, black leotard and a deep forest green chiffon skirt over the top. Ashton smiled.

“Is there a place you usually stop at on the way?” She asked.

“Renaissance. You know it?” I asked.

“Absolutely! Let’s go.” I followed the smaller woman out to her Jeep and got in. The interior was crisp and still held that faint new car smell.

“Nice ride.” I said surveying the tan interior, the Jeep’s paint was a deep rich red the color of a really good ruby. She smiled.

“Dray helped me pick it out.” She said brightly.

“Surprised it’s not black then.” I said and she laughed.

“No, he lost on color.” She turned the key and shifted out of park and into reverse. She was very careful and meticulous in her driving.

She drove us to the café and I ran in and bought us coffee. She was singing when I came out and when I opened the door was surprised that it was her that I heard outside the Jeep and not the radio as I first suspected. She was so small and so quiet all the time I didn’t think she got much above a whisper.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Phantom of the Opera.” She said and I gave her directions to the studio.

“Do you mind if I watch?” She asked.

“Sure, you should like it, it’s the advanced class this week.”

“Thanks,” she said following me into the old building, “Trigger and Reaver, when they get up, will likely go work out and there isn’t yoga on Saturdays.” She made a face. I laughed. I didn’t have the patience for that crap, but I wasn’t about to call it that to her face. If yoga did something for her then awesome, just wasn’t my cup of tea.

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