Sliding (The Stone Series) (17 page)

I leave for basketball camp the
next day and while I’m there Brook and I write letters back and forth, I get
her first one the day after I get to camp. She’s trying to fuck with me about
this guy partner of hers. What she doesn’t understand is how guys think and
that’s why I don’t want any other guy near her. I know how I have all I can do
to control myself when I’m with her. I don’t want some other guy thinking of
her like that. She tells me that the dude she’s with is in college and staying
in the room with her and there’s only one bed. As I am reading that I sort of
assume she’s fucking with me but a part of me thinks that maybe she’s not. I
see red and almost flip over my bed I’m so pissed. When I see that she’s joking
with me I picture myself flinging her over my knee and spanking her like the
naughty little girl she is. Hmmm…that’s kind of hot. Fuck, now I’m hard! She
tells me she’s really rooming with a girl and maybe they’ll sleep naked
together. Oh yeah, that image is going to help my condition.

Camp is awesome; I’m playing with
better players than I have ever seen before. The coaches are all amazed at how
well I can handle the ball but my size is hurting me. I’m short compared to
these other guys and I just don’t have the muscle mass that they have. We spend
every day all day doing drills, lifting weights, running, and conditioning and
then at night we play. We either go one on one or play in an actual game. By
the time I get back to my room all I want to do is shower and crash.

A bunch of the guys are always
using this expression “sliding” when they’re talking about leaving and they
have me hooked on it. I think I’m going to make it my catch phrase. I leave for
home tomorrow to start football conditioning and I am keeping myself on the
workout regimen we have been doing here every day at camp. My body has started
to change a little even in just these two weeks.

Brook has started to ask me about
college and where I want to go. I know my dad is going to push me to go to UNC
where he went and played basketball. I know I have a good chance to get
recruited there because of my dad but I don’t want to play there because I’m
his son. I want to play there because I’m that good. I don’t know if I can
stand to be eight hours away from Brook for four years of my life but if her
heart is set on University of Kentucky and I go to UNC that’s what will happen.
Maybe I can talk her into UNC.

Brook is due home in a week and
she’s going to flip on Katrina when she gets home. Katrina has been hooking up
with Steve’s brother and the word around is that things are moving very fast
between them. I even thought about talking to Katrina about him but I think
it’s best if Brook does it instead. I know if I talk to her I’m going to
threaten to kill her if she sleeps with him. It’s funny, I feel very protective
over her like she’s my sister or something and then there I am trying my
hardest to get her sister to sleep with me. It makes no sense but I don’t want
her to have sex with some random guy who will just be using her. The difference
between me and Brook is that I am not using her; I am truly in love with her.

I also can’t wait for Brook to get
home because Bobby just told me yesterday that Asia is knocked up and having an
abortion. I can’t tell Brook, I promised him I would let Asia tell her when she
gets home so I just warn her that something is up with them. Bobby said he told
Asia it was her decision and he would do whatever she wanted but she refused to
listen to him. She said her mind was made up and she’s having an abortion. He
got all pissed off at her and blamed her for forgetting to take her pill and
she got mad at him about the whole thing and now they are barely speaking. I
hope this turn of events doesn’t fuck up my chances with Brook now. Which it
probably will because now she’s going to be too afraid to have sex thinking
that she’ll get knocked up too. If that happened I don’t know what I’d do. I
wouldn’t want her to have the baby but I don’t know if I could tell her to have
an abortion either. Let’s hope it’s not a decision I’ll never have to make.
She’s responsible, she’ll take her pill every day and I won’t have to worry about
anything.

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When I arrive back from the salon I am a new woman. I have had my hair
cut, colored and styled for the evening. I have had my eye brows threaded and
my makeup done. I also got my legs and underarms wax. But the finishing touch was
the full Brazilian to surprise Tate along with my plan of going commando
tonight. Tate is already dressed and waiting for me in the sitting area.

“You look, wow! Tate, you look very nice in that suit and tie, you’ll
match me.”

Tate is wearing a grey suit with a crisp grey shirt to match and a red
tie. The pants of his suit hang off his slender hips making his shoulders
appear even broader. His body is the perfect triangle; he should have been a
model, clothes always fit him so perfectly.

He smiles. “Once in that dress I can only hope to come close to matching
you. Now go put it on so I can show you off to everyone” he says as he slaps my
ass.

When I come out of the bedroom Tate catches his breathe as his eyes take
a sweep over my body.

“On second thought, fuck it, let’s stay here and take that dress off very
slowly. Bobby can handle the PR for the night. I want to handle you! ”

I laugh and bat at his chest as he pulls me in for a long, slow kiss.
When we part I laugh at him covered in my red lipstick then I take my thumb and
start to wipe it off. Tate takes my thumb in his mouth and sucks on it causing
a spontaneous reaction from my body. Maybe I should have worn panties.

We arrive at the event fashionably late with Bobby and Kate in tow.
Dominick has driven us here in the black Cadillac Escalade that Tate uses for
nights like this. Tate steps out of the SUV first and as he reaches out his
hand to help me out of the vehicle I can hear and see the flashes of the
paparazzi. This is one aspect of our lives I will never get used to. After
leaving the city and arriving here I almost forgot what it was like to battle
the press. I hear them yelling our names and Tate and I give them what they
want, we pose for a picture before walking into the party. Tate pulls me close
and we kiss for the cameras. Little do they know, they’ve rarely caught our
true affection for one another in the kisses we allow them.

It’s good to see a few of my colleagues and one of them asks if he can
steal me away from my husband for a minute to talk business.

I whisper, “Check out my ass as I walk away, no panty lines because I’m
not wearing any” into Tate’s ear as Darren leads me by the elbow to the corner
of the room.

Darren and I have worked together on a few projects over the years and I
respect his work immensely. He tells me that Tate is being honored in a few
months for his work in the music industry. Tate doesn’t know about the award
yet but Darren was approached to choreograph a number to be performed at the
award dinner and now that I am in California and have my own studio he says I
should do it instead. I accept without even thinking and he tells me his
assistant will call me with the details. I tell him I will be working on
getting a staff together over the next few days. He lets me know that a few
dancers we have worked with in the past happen to be in the area. I plan on
using them and will send for my own from New York as well. I am very excited to
be working again and within minutes of speaking to Darren I have my plan in
place. The thought that I haven’t worked since the miscarriage briefly comes
into my mind but I push it aside, I am not going to let anything ruin this for
me and especially not for Tate. He has worked so hard over the years and he deserves
this recognition.
 

Tate comes up behind me, removes the glass of pink champagne from my hand
and whispers into my ear, “That’s enough champagne for you. Your attempts to
make me sport a hard on in front of the whole room has worked. I certainly hope
you have a plan in mind to help rectify my little” he clears his throat “problem
here.”

“Oh, do I ever” I say as I lead Tate by the hand to the bank of
elevators.

When he sees where I am taking him he smirks, “Did you have too much to
drink?” Tate asks as we step into the empty elevator.

We stand in the elevator with our eyes locked and the anticipation is
building, the air is so thick with sexual tension it couldn’t be cut with a
knife. I wait until we are between the third and fourth floors before I hit the
stop button. Tate uses this as his signal to pounce on me. He slams me with my
back up against the mirrored elevator wall and he places his hands on either
side of my head leaving his hand prints on the mirror. I pull at his tie and
take his shirt out of his pants. Tate smells my neck as I tilt it to the side
and he moans.

“God, the way you smell always makes me weak.”

I can feel his erection pressing into me as he holds me against the wall
with his hips. Before I know it Tate lifts both of my hands above my head,
turns me around and starts to unzip my dress. I place my hands on the mirrored
wall and I feel my dress fall in a puddle at my ankles.

“No panties, huh? You weren’t just fucking with me then?” Tate growls,
his arousal getting the best of him.

He turns me to face him and notices my Brazilian.

“Oh, that’s fucking hot, Brook. You got a Brazilian again. I love when
you do that. It reminds me of when we were younger, when you were cheering.”

Tate then pushes me to my knees in a silent plea for pleasure. I undo his
pants and take him into my mouth. He lets out his breathe and moves my hair so
he can watch me swallow him deeper and deeper. After stroking him with my lips
I gently bite the head of his cock and he lifts me up from under my arms.

“I want to fuck you right now” he says as he lifts me up and places me on
his throbbing erection. He leans against the mirrored wall again using his
hands to brace himself as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his
waist.

“We haven’t done it like this in forever. You’re going to make me come
too soon” Tate says as he bites my shoulder leaving a little love mark.

I place my hands on his shoulders and use them to push myself off,
lifting him out of me and then slowly sliding back down his impressive
hardness.

“Aw fuck baby. Don’t stop. I give up, I can’t hold it. Just make me come”
he says as he holds one of my ass cheeks in the palm of his hand. I pick up my
pace and when I lift myself up I quickly slide down him again this time. It
only takes a few times, up and out, down and back in to make him tense. His
breathing accelerates, his erection gets firmer and I feel him brace himself
with both hands on the wall. His head drops back as he lets out a loud moan and
knowing that I just made him come like that, so fast, sends me to my happy
place and I begin to constrict around him.

We return to the party a little rumpled and red in the face but no one
seems to take notice. We stay for a respectable amount of time holding hands,
hugging each other before we decide to find Bobby and Kate and head back to the
hotel. After the session in the elevator you would think we’d sleep like babies
but we both spend the night tossing and turning. We are both very anxious about
the therapist appointments we have tomorrow.

Tate has his appointment first thing in the morning but mine is not until
noon so when Tate leaves to head to his appointment I head to my studio. I call
my assistant in New York and ask her if she has any interest in coming to
California for a few months. I explain the project and ask her to make some
calls for me and send me some of my contacts, music and files. Heidi calls me
back within an hour and agrees to come to California in a few days and she will
be bringing some of our dancers with her. I start working on the story line and
the songs. I decide to do songs from artists that Tate has represented but I
want to tell the story of Tate’s rise to the man he is today and that includes
our relationship.

I head to my appointment at noon and wonder what has happened during
Tate’s session. The therapist I am meeting with is different from the one Tate
met with this morning. I will be meeting with a woman, Bernie and Tate met with
her partner, Drew. After my appointment Tate and I will have our session
together with both Bernie and Drew the following day.

I am led directly into the office when I arrive and I shake hands with
Bernie, a small framed pleasant looking woman who directs me to the two chairs
near the window. There is a water feature similar to the one Tate had installed
in my office and the room is soothing. Bernie doesn’t have my taste in décor
but it’s welcoming and calming. I sit in one of the chairs and she sits in the
chair next to me. She asks me where I’d like to begin and I tell her I don’t
really know where I should begin. We decide that I should start with my family.

I tell her about my parents and siblings. Both of my parents are still
alive and doing well, they are still married after all these years and live in
Florida. My sister is on her second marriage and has two little girls with her
second husband. We talk often but only see each other on holidays due to
demographics, she lives in Vermont. I tell her that Michael is living with his
gay partner in New York and doesn’t attend holidays because my parents refuse
to accept his life style but we see each other often as he works for Tate.
Michael and Jeremy have a baby boy they just adopted. We talk about how and
when Tate and I met and how we formed Taylor Studios Inc. together. I tell her
that I have a good relationship with my mother-in-law who has spent the last two
years since Tate’s father’s fatal heart attack traveling the world with a group
she met online. I tell Bernie that my family loves Tate. This leads her to ask
me about children and I tense my entire body, “We don’t have any children. I
had a miscarriage about a year ago. We’re thinking about trying again but we
have some things to work out so that’s why we’re here” I sadly report. She asks
why we waited so long to try to have children when we had been together since
we were kids. I tell her we weren’t trying when I got pregnant, that Tate
didn’t want children; that he never wanted to have to share me with anyone. Bernie
says we’ll need to explore that topic in more detail as we progress in our
therapy. She asks about my work and how I feel about Tate’s commitment to his
work. We end our session deciding on a time for next week and she says she’ll
see me the following day with Tate and Drew.