by Michelle Kee
“Think my mom will be happy?” he asked teasingly.
Alora laughed, “Yeah I think she will.”
Lance took her hand and kissed the back of it. He released it so he could shift gears and Alora slid her hand over, so she could rub the back of his neck. Something she discovered only a few days ago that he enjoyed. They had been out to dinner in Austin and on impulse, she had reached up and started rub the area where his neck connected with the base of his skull. His eyes had closed and he kind of purred. Like a big cat being scratched behind their ears. Since that evening, she rubbed his neck every chance she got. Lance turned onto the driveway and a few minutes later was backing his dad’s car carefully into the garage. Alora climbed out and she helped Lance pull the tarp back over it.
“What did you think of Marleen?” Alex asked, stepping into the garage.
“Oh Alex, she’s a dream machine. When Lance pulled off the cover I know my jaw hit the ground.” Alora praised.
“Yeah, she’s my pride and joy. About a year after my dad and I finished her, he died in the line of duty. He was a police officer in Swansboro. He had pulled a guy over for running a stop light. Turns out the guy was wanted in another county for robbing a jewelry store. He pulled out a gun and shot my dad,” Alex said.
“Oh Alex, I’m sorry.” Alora replied, giving the older man a hug.
“Thank you. They caught him within an hour and he’s now in prison. It was hard for me at first, but my mom said that dad knew the risks every time he put on that uniform. I guess that’s when I decided to be a cop. Funny thing is, I’m a fourth-generation cop but it used to be only my older brother Bobby that wanted to be the cop.” Alex continued as they left the garage.
“Uncle Bobby is the police chief out in Ashland.” Lance added.
“And you went and joined the Marines?” Alora teased, slipping her arm around Lance’s waist.
Lance and Alex laughed as they walked into the house.
***
Later that evening Alora sat between Lance’s legs as he leaned against one of the large oak trees in the back yard. His arms wrapped securely around her. She felt so loved in his arms. She sighed and leaned her head back against his shoulder. “I love you Lance.”
Lance dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. “I love you too Alora.” He smiled before he spoke again. “Oh, tomorrow we’re taking a little trip and staying overnight.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Alora giggled. “I like surprises.”
“Then you’ll like this one.”
Before they had left, Lance had gone to Tony. After Alora had told her of her little fantasy the night Gage and Ethan had picked them up at Q-Ball, his mind had been trying to figure out how to make it a reality without including another man. So, he went to Tony. Yes, he could talk to his boys about anything but regarding anything sex wise Tony was the one they all went to. That man was creative and had given them all advice over the years. Tony had come up with a plan and Lance had been all for it. Not to mention he had a buddy that would fit the bill for it. So, in the morning after breakfast he was taking Alora to Raleigh. He had called up his buddy before they left Austin and his buddy had told him he would handle it and told Lance where to go.
“What should I wear?” she asked.
“I’ve taken care of that. I had this planned before we left Austin.” He replied.
“So, you’re not only a bad ass, but you’re a sneaky bad ass.” She laughed.
Lance tilted her head toward him and kissed her. He purposely kept the kiss slow as he eased her down between the tree he had been leaning against and its neighbor. His parents were already in bed since they were leaving early themselves the next morning to go see his Aunt Shelby in Fayetteville. Lance rose over Alora and eased the skirt of her sun dress up to her waist. Slowly under the stars, he made love to his woman.
***
Lance and Alora waved as his parents drove off. Slinging his arm around her shoulders, he led her back inside. “You get started on breakfast and I'll run the bag out to the car.”
“Hey, why am I always cooking?” She countered with her hands on her hips.
“Fine. I'll cook but I'm still running the bag out. Can't have you peaking.” He chuckled.
“What's with all the secrecy?”
“You'll find out tonight.”
He was still laughing when he grabbed the bag he had packed from the foot of the stairs. He walked out to the Navigator and put the bag in the very back. He was heading back inside when his cell rang. “Archer.”
“Hey. Just checking in.” Ethan said.
“Hey. Well, how's everything back there?”
“We’re all good to go. If Lady Luck is on our side, we'll have the Malconi’s in a damned cell by the time you guys get back.”
“We could use some luck.” Lance agreed. “Yesterday I told her I loved her.”
Ethan was silent for a moment, “That’s awesome buddy. How’d she take it?”
“She kissed me then said she loved me too. Christ Ethan, I've never felt like this. Not even with…yeah not even with her.”
“It feels pretty damn good doesn't it? Knowing your woman is yours and only yours.”
“Hell, yeah it does. Well, keep me posted Alright?”
“Will do. Tell your folks hi for us.”
Lance hung up and walked inside. He found Alora at the table reading the Sunday paper sipping her coffee. Smiling, he moved to the stove and started their breakfast.
An hour later, they were on I-40 making their way toward Raleigh. Lance just hoped what he had planned for this evening went smoothly. He wanted to fulfill her fantasy, and this was the only way he could think of.
“Do I get any kind of hint?”
“Nope.”
Alora groaned. “Ugh, you're no fun Lance.”
Lance couldn't help but laugh. Yet despite his outward confidence, inside he was worried that maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Guess he would have to wait and see how things turned out. Two hours later he pulled into The Umstead. He wanted this to be an experience she would remember so he picked this particular hotel. He had even scheduled her for time at the spa while he and his buddy got things set up in their room. They checked in and headed up to their room. When Alora stepped in she gasped.
“Oh wow! This room is amazing!”
“Glad you like it.” He smiled, closing the door behind them.
As she explored the suite, Lance placed their bag in the closet for the moment. What he didn’t bring with him, he would grab while she was in the spa and his buddy was bringing a few other things. Alora came out of the bedroom and he caught her bright smile a second before she was practically running and jumping into his arms. He laughed and hugged her tightly as she peppered his face with kisses.
“You like this?” he asked.
“Yes. Oh Lance, you treat me so good.” She replied.
Lance reached up and caressed her cheek, “You deserve to be treated like this. Hell, I think any woman deserves to be pampered occasionally by her man. A man should show his woman how much she means to him. Even if it’s something as simple as bringing her breakfast in bed.”
“I never thought of myself as one of those women who would like to be taken care of but with you…” she took a breath before continuing, “with you though, I feel so special. The way you look at me, the way you reach out and just take my hand, I feel safe, I feel loved.”
“And that’s what I want you to feel with me. I want you to know that you’re safe and loved and special to me.”
Lance leaned in and kissed her sweetly as he continued to hold her while making his way toward the sofa in the living room area. He sat down and tucked her into his lap and just held her, Alora’s head laying against his heart. For the first time in years, Lance felt completely at peace. Like everything was finally falling into place for him. Something he thought would never happen after what Tegan had done to him.
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***
Lance opened the door and grinned, “Hey Carter.”
“Hey Lance.” Carter walked in carrying a small duffel bag. “So, how long before she gets back?”
“Alora will be done in the spa in about three hours.”
“Then let’s get started.”
Lance and Carter had been best friends since they met in sixth grade. Carter was the opposite of Lance. Outgoing, boisterous, and a friend of everyone. Their senior year he had joined a dance group with his sister and had found his calling. He was now one of the headliners for the MEN Male Revue, an all-male dance troupe a lot like Chippendale's. Course, when he started dancing some of the guys in their high school teased him and said he was gay. Carter simply laughed. Carter then proved his sexual orientation at the fall formal when he showed up with the prettiest girl in school. Carter and Joceylyn were married a year later and when he joined MEN, she came on board as the dance choreographer.
“How’s Joceylyn?” Lance asked.
“Joce is great. She and Justin are visiting our folks this weekend. When I told her about this she was grinning like the damned Cheshire cat and threw in a few tips for us to use.”
Lance snorted out a laugh. He had always liked Joceylyn. Next to his teammates at Blackout, Carter and Joceylyn were his oldest friends. “How is old is my godson now? About seven?”
“Turns seven in October. God, I can’t believe how big he is. Already he says he wants to either be a dancer like me or a Marine like his Uncle Lance.” Carter chuckled.
“Steer him toward dance.” Lance grinned.
***
Alora felt like a new woman. After an early dinner at Sullivan’s, Lance brought her back to the hotel and dropped her off at the spa. She had been rubbed, massaged and pampered. A fresh mani/pedi, and she felt like her whole body was glowing. Lance had continued to surprise her over these last few weeks. When they first met she had stereotyped him as the strong silent type, and yes, he was to a point. But she found that if you were part of his inner circle, he was a different person. He cared about those he considered his. His teammates, Krista, his parents and now her. He was loyal and protective of his friends and family, but to someone on the outside who didn’t know him, he was silent and broody.
‘How did I get so lucky to have found him?’ She thought as she walked into the suite.
Alora froze. The suite was almost completely dark. The shades pulled on the windows and the only light was coming from a few candles scattered around the room. She was about to call out for Lance when she felt him slide up beside her. She released the tense breath she had been holding when his hands moved to her shoulders as he slipped behind her. Lance dropped a kiss on the side of her neck.
“Lance, what’s going on?”
“I want you to go into the bedroom and put on the outfit I have laid out for you. When you come out, have a seat in the chair. No, don’t ask questions. Trust me Tigress.”
“Always.” She nodded.
She slipped from his light embrace and walked into the bedroom. Again, the room was dark except for nearly two dozen candles scattered throughout the room bathing it in a low golden glow, along with the smell of sunflowers, her favorite, perfumed the air. On the bed was a two-piece outfit. A short black and purple mini skirt and a matching corset top. She had seen a similar outfit at a shop in the mall with Krista a week before they left Austin and had commented that it looked like something she would wear out to a dance club. Giggling, she quickly stripped out of the tank top and Capri's she wore and pulled on the outfit. As she picked up the top she spotted the note in Lance’s block handwriting telling her to go commando under the outfit. Her heart started to speed up and she felt her body start tingling in anticipation. Once dressed, she exited the bedroom and walked into the living room and as he instructed, took a seat in the backless chair positioned in the middle of the room. It was then she noticed the furniture had been pushed back against the wall.
A few moments after she sat down Thunder by Imagine Dragons filled the room and lights began flashing. Alora felt her breath catch as a man she didn’t recognize danced in from the shadows. She nearly jumped when strong hands came to rest on her shoulders. Lance. His hands rubbing her shoulders and neck as she watched the other man. His strong, callused hands caused a delicious friction against her bare skin. She shivered when Lance leaned down, his breath tickling her ear causing her skin break out in gooseflesh.
“Welcome to your fantasy.”
The man moved closer to her, his shirt now dropping behind him while Lance remained behind her. The combination of candle light and flashing stage lighting set a unique mood. Intimate and sensual. The song changed to one Alora had recently fallen in love with thanks to Spotify, Desire by Meg Myers. As the tone of the music changed so did the movements of both Lance and the man. Sitting in the chair, she now found herself sandwiched between them. Lance at her back and the other man at her front their scents washing over her. Lance’s leather and sandalwood while the other man smelt of spices. The two mixing and weaving around her, invading her nostrils. Lance gently gripped her upper arms, helping her stand. Her breath was coming in pants now as her mind started painting pictures.
“This what you imagined with me and Gage? Hmm? You between us?” Lance whispered, his hands coming around her securely holding her against him.
“Y…yes.”
“Carter, shall we help her dance?”
“I think so Lance.” Carter smiled.
Alora trembled as Lance and Carter both laid their hands on her body, helping her move with them to the sensual beat. She vaguely noticed that Carter’s hands remained in a neutral position on her waist while Lance’s seemed to be sliding everywhere. They moved from her belly, one upward the other down and behind her. The feel of Lance’s hands on her along with Carter’s was doing wicked thing to her. Carter’s hands were smooth yet strong as he held her waist, moving her in rhythm with him. Lance’s left hand cupped one of her breasts making it swell to fit the curve of his palm while his right hand slipped under the mini skirt palming one of her ass cheeks, making her whimper and press back into him.
“That’s it Tigress, dance with us. Let your mind free as you feel us.” Lance ordered, nipping her ear with his teeth.
That seemed to be Carter’s cue, because his hands now joined Lance’s in the teasing of her body. Carter pressed in close his hands sliding sensually down her hips and over the top of her thighs. She let her head fall back against Lance’s shoulder when Lance cupped both breasts, teasing her nipples through the material of the corset top she wore. Both men pressed tighter against her as the music changed yet again. Alora felt herself climbing higher as her nipples tingled and her clit started throbbing. Her corset top was loosened and pulled free by both men, their fingertips brushing her sensitive nipples and smooth skin. With her breasts now bare and two sets of hands and fingers teasing them Alora gave into them, her body no longer her own, but their instrument to play as they saw fit. She felt Lance and Carter switch places and barely opened her eyes to find Lance was now in front of her his eyes burning in the low light with hunger. Raw and fierce.
“Lance,”
“That’s it Alora. Keep moving with us.” Carter whispered from behind her, nuzzling at her neck his tongue slipping out to taste her.
Moaning, Alora’s legs widened at the first touch of Lance against her thigh. Rolling her hips back and forth, feeling Carter behind her and Lance in front. Both men hard against her, pressing and moving their strong bodies against her. When Lance’s hand cupped her, and Carter’s teeth sank softly into her neck, she cried out. Her body was boiling in sexual need. Every touch, kiss, tease made her whole body buck and tremble in their arms. Lance teasing and torturing the front of her body while behind her Carter’s body danced, his erection brushing her ass while at the same time he was keeping her lower body in constant contact with Lance and himself. She could feel her juices oozing from her into Lance’s palm. When Carter tugged s
lowly at the zipper of her skirt loosening it, Lance yanked it down as both men steadied her while she stepped out of it. Her body now moving to its beat, a beat dictated by Lance and Carter. Her hips bucked when two of Lance’s fingers slid into her. Alora was now leaning back against Carter as Lance worked his magic on her.
“Yes Alora. Feel us. Imagine us.” Carter encouraged, his tongue slithering along her neck and his hands gliding up her torso to her breasts.
“Never felt so hot…more.” Alora begged.
Lance shared a look with Carter and his hands cupped her breasts again. One hand left her breast to tilt her head and she whimpered as Carter kissed her languidly. When their lips parted, her eyes snapped opened and locked with Lance’s in the low lighting. She remembered him saying he would never share her yet here he was allowing another man to touch her, to kiss her. But what she saw in his eyes in that moment put her unease to rest. Lance was doing this for her. Giving her a taste of the fantasy, she had voiced to him. Writhing as Carter tugged and plucked her nipples she rode Lance’s fingers, her eyes on his unable to look away from him. His turquoise eyes seemed to glow now and were pulling her in deeper.
“You’re close aren’t you Tigress?” Lance asked, his voice thick with desire.
“So close.” Alora nodded.
“I can feel it.” Lance groaned, moving his fingers faster.
Alora moaned, riding his hand faster as Carter tugged both nipples. Christ, she loved that. “Lance…Carter…I…I…”
“That’s it beauty. Let go for us Alora.” Carter whispered demandingly, pinching and rolling her nipples harder.
Alora came on a scream as her body seized, the only thing holding her up was Lance and Carter.
***
Lance growled when his Tigress came. Her juices coating his fingers and her body shaking as he pressed against her. He glanced from his woman to meet Carter’s face. Carter smirked and with Alora’s upper body resting against his chest, he hooked her legs over his forearms and when Lance removed his fingers, Carter wrapped her legs around Lance’s waist. Lance held a shivering Alora and kissed her. Hard. God, he didn’t think he would be this turned on when he planned this, but he was hard as granite and wanted to be buried inside her. She whimpered returning his kiss as he turned and moved toward the bedroom. Behind them he heard Carter moving around the room, but he could care less. He kicked the bedroom door closed and moved toward the bed. Gently he eased her onto the California King.
