Time For Love Box Set

by Karen Deen

  Suddenly my mind snaps back to the present when the ten-minute call rings through the speakers in the dressing room. The buzz starts to ramp up and robes are being dropped all around me as costumes are being pulled on.

  This is it.

  Showtime.

  Everything I have dreamed of.

  It’s go time.

  No regrets. Leave nothing behind.

  Time to live my dream.

  Grant

  Fuck. Me. Dead.

  Is she trying to kill me?

  I haven’t heard a thing from Zara since she left. Now in the back of a taxi, I open a message from her that has my cock wanting to jump straight out of my pants. That image will never leave me. It’s perfection.

  Zara is perfection.

  What. The. Fuck

  I run my hand down my face. I’m so confused. Why now did she choose to send me that? It’s more than a thank you message for the flowers. That message is an offer.

  For what, I don’t know. But I want…need to find out.

  I’m done waiting. It’s time to find another solution. This separation shit just isn’t cutting it with me anymore.

  I want her back.

  Now.

  Time to get my baby and this time I am not walking away.

  No matter what she says.

  Zara

  The roar of the audience is deafening. I look down with tears pooling in my eyes to see my family and friends standing, cheering and crying. Dad is hugging my mom and seems to be holding her up. My greatest fan even if she is a little biased. She always gets so emotional when I perform on a small stage but tonight is huge. Not just for me but for those four people in the front row. They never stopped believing in me.

  They loved me when I needed it, then pushed me when I didn’t know how to move. As for Xavier, he kicked my butt until I pushed past my own limits and created new ones.

  I could never thank them enough for all they’ve done. They are my world.

  Taking bows, I look into the audience. I finally made it. After all this time. To all those people who said I would never make it, I feel sorry for you. I can’t hate you, even though sometimes I want to. You actually helped me, in your own way. You made me stronger and more determined to make you wrong. I stand taller because of you.

  Tonight, nothing can take away how proud I am of myself.

  I never gave up.

  I had a dream.

  I strived to reach it.

  I made it.

  Time to chase a new dream.

  No matter what in life, we must never stop having dreams and aiming for them.

  As the curtain starts to lower for the second time, my tears start to fall. No matter how happy I am, a part of me is missing. It’s a bittersweet joy.

  One of the things I love about performing is being part of a show family. Everyone cheers as I enter the dressing room. I’m the only newbie in the company for this show run. There are plenty of hugs and kisses. There’s always a healthy competition between the dancers. We’re all friends except for the few who are in every show. Those are the ones you watch your back with. Never trust what they say or do.

  I quickly freshen up so I can duck out into the foyer to see my parents. On your first show, you have special permission to appear in the foyer in costume to see your family who are here for opening night. Normally, no costumes are allowed outside of the stage and the dressing rooms. The costume team, run by three women, are witches. They call themselves that to combat the diva cast members who call them bitches behind their backs. Nothing like saying ‘we hear you people, say what you like, we don’t care one bit’. Power to you girls.

  You wouldn’t cross them during a show though. Beautiful women, but they’re strict and with good reason. The costumes are freaking amazing and they make sure we take the stage every night looking perfect. Some of our changes, side-stage, are lightning fast, which never fazes them. They are true professionals, but they also tend to be the stage moms to most of the cast when we need them. They are part of our home away from home.

  I make it one step into the foyer before I’m grabbed by my mom. She’s still crying…a lot. Even Dad has tears and that’s just too much for me. We end up in a group hug that lasts for quite a while before Nat ends up pulling me out to get her turn. Xavier’s quiet, but he hugs me tight and whispers in my ear how proud he is. I think he’s overwhelmed with emotion and for a funny, never-serious guy, that’s saying something.

  It feels like we have taken a million photos. I even have a couple taken with a few people who asked. It feels strange to be so popular. One little girl stands quietly to the side in awe of me. She makes my heart drop and reminds me so much of Sophia. I step away from the crowd and crouch down. I talk to her quietly while her mom looked on in tears. I learn she dreams to be a ballerina one day. We take photos and I sign her program.

  ‘Never stop dreaming. Strive higher every day to reach it.’

  This was the highlight of my night. If I inspire one little girl to be who she wants to be in life, I will be on top of the world.

  I return back to my family. “Okay, I have to get backstage to get changed. I will meet you down the street at the restaurant I gave you the name of. I have a table booked for us. Start without me but make sure there is one very big glass of champagne ready for me when I get there.”

  They all chuckle, and I duck back through the side stage door with the usher.

  “Wow, that’s crazy out there,” I mumble as I enter the dressing room and the girls next to me just laugh. They know exactly what I mean.

  The dressing room is empty by the time I’m showered and grab my bag. Heading out, I turn to take one last look at my flowers. He may not have been here, but I can feel him with me. Stronger than I have in a very long time.

  I don’t know what that even means but I will think on it tonight and tomorrow work out what I should do about these feelings that I just can’t turn off anymore.

  “Goodnight, Ricky,” I wave to the security guy on the backstage door. It’s time to get out of here and meet the people I love.

  Stepping into the darkened alley and turning towards the street. A feeling of electricity runs up my neck. A feeling I know.

  “You’re mine, Zara. I’m not waiting any longer.”

  I drop my bag, turn and run. I don’t need to even check on who it is. I know. I felt him before he even spoke. Then there is that voice. The one that has haunted my dreams for months.

  I launch myself into his arms. He’s ready for me and grabs me tight.

  I’m buried in his chest, hearing his heart beat fast, just like mine.

  I’m home.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Grant

  I hear her voice before I see her.

  That sweet yet confident woman who is my world.

  I stand in the shadows leaning against the wall. My heart thumps in anticipation.

  When I was on the flight here, I worried what her reaction would be. If she would even be happy to see me. I didn’t care because I needed to find out for myself. I went over in my head what my first words would be. Trying to make sure the moment is just right. I want her to know how I feel.

  The photo tonight took away every shadow of doubt I had. There is no way in hell she would send me that picture of heaven and not want to see me. There would be lots to talk through, but I know I’m not turning back.

  Zara is mine and I’m here to make sure she knows it.

  The words I rehearsed are nothing like what comes out of my mouth. That’s just raw emotion.

  Feeling her in my arms is sweeter than I remember. We don’t say a word, we just breathe each other in. Molding back together as one.

  I reach down and cup her cheeks, lifting her eyes to meet mine. I just take her all in. I have her here in person, in my hands, and there’s no way I am letting her go.

  “You were amazing up on that stage. It’s where you belong.”

  She looks shocked.

  “You
…you saw the show?”

  “I would never have missed it, Zara. Even if Emily seemed to remind me every day for two weeks,” I chuckle which brings a smile through her tears. “I’ve had my ticket since the day they went on sale.”

  “Of course, you have. You’re always planning ahead,” she giggles. It’s the sweetest sound that does bad things to my body.

  “It took me a day, but I read your letter you left me. You told me to move on, not to wait around for you.”

  She tries to speak but I put my finger on her lips to silence her.

  “You underestimate my stubbornness, Zara. I could never do that.” Pausing, I look deep into her eyes. “You told me you love me.” I kiss her forehead. “You wrote to me not to wait for you and then stood outside my door in tears, whispering a plea for me to wait.”

  She gasps, knowing I was never meant to hear her.

  “I was never going away, baby. I will wait until the end of the earth for you. To be with you and to hear those words come from your lips. The ones you wrote.”

  She goes to speak but again I silence her. “No, not now, not here in this alley. At the right time, when they mean the most. Because, fuck me, woman, that picture today has me wanting to take you hard against that brick wall right here. To punish you for the pain I’ve been in all night in these pants. I don’t know what your plans are tonight, but I know one thing for sure. I will be punishing you and I will be fucking you hard.” She melts into me and lets out a groan of anticipation.

  “But first…” I smash my mouth over hers. I want it to be gentle and sweet but there’s too much heat between us. I can’t hold back, and neither can she. We’ve been holding back for months and the torture is unfolding in this one kiss.

  Eventually, we start to slow and breathe as we rest our foreheads on each other.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispers.

  “Believe it. I’m not leaving. We need to talk. No matter what you say, though, I am still not leaving.”

  “I have so much I need to say, Grant, but my parents, Nat and Xavier are waiting for me.” She looks down.

  “Hey.” I grab her chin. “We have all night. Let’s celebrate your amazing achievement and then we can spend tonight talking about how one day, I will marry you and you will be the mother of my children. How does that sound?”

  “Grant, you haven’t lost your cockiness, I see.” She smiles up at me. “Thank God. Not sure I can live with you, without it.”

  I tuck her under my arm and we start to walk towards the bright lights of Broadway.

  “How am I going to explain this to my parents and friends.” She rolls her eyes at me as we wander into the restaurant.

  “Easy, you’ll say, ‘Hi everyone, this is Grant my boyfriend and the man I will marry one day’. Simple as that.” She smacks my arm but looks up at me with such love in her eyes I know we will work through this. Somehow it will be okay.

  Zara

  After picking up my mom and dad’s mouths off the table while Xavier and Nat laughed, we sit down. It’s the best night of celebrating with everyone getting to know each other. My dad and Grant get on well, both the strong, silent type. They say you end up marrying a man like your dad. I love my dad and he is the perfect man, so that suits me. However, I do not want to think about Grant being similar to my dad behind closed doors. That’s not a vision any child needs of their parents. I’m already scarred after the talk with Sophia and Mitch.

  We’re not here long when Mom leans over to tell me she loves him and comments on how hot he is. Being told by your mom that she fancies your man is a little weird, but I can’t disagree with her.

  Natalie, God love her, knows how desperately we need to get home so we can be alone. So, she makes the move to wind up dinner with the excuse they have an early flight out and they could share a cab back to the hotel with my parents if they like.

  I hug her so hard and thank her in our quiet little whispers as we part ways, with a promise of a phone call tomorrow with all the details. That I can definitely do. There’s no way a text message thread would do here.

  After tucking them all in the cab I turn to Grant.

  “Please tell me you didn’t book a hotel room tonight?”

  He laughs out loud.

  “Not a chance in hell, I’m taking you home and you know exactly what’s about to happen.”

  He swats my ass telling me to lead the way.

  “I can’t wait. Maybe I need to be a little naughtier on the way there. Make sure I really get a good spanking.”

  “You be careful what you ask for. Tomorrow you will struggle to dance if you keep going like that.”

  We ride the subway with me snuggled up against his chest. He has his arm wrapped tight around me, as much to claim me as to protect me from anyone who might look twice. It obviously hasn’t occurred to him yet that I do this every day by myself. I’m sure that lecture will come later.

  “Just so you know, my apartment isn’t much. Just the one bedroom but it suits me. Well actually, it’s just one room, plus the bathroom. The rent here is crazy, and I am not here very often.” I look up at him, slightly embarrassed as I open the front door.

  “As long as you’re safe and happy I don’t care where you live. As long as you are here, then it’s home to me.” Once again, I melt against his body as he stands close behind me.

  I give the door a final push and we enter with Grant shutting and locking it behind me. I flick the lamp on just inside the door and I feel his fingers run down the back of my neck. Shivers run across my skin. I want this, but we need to talk. I need to be strong for just a little bit longer.

  “Grant, we need to talk first. I want this too, God, I want it so bad, but I need to be certain we are on the same page. I can’t go through this again. It hurt too much last time. I don’t know if I could get back up again. I’m scared.”

  “Beautiful, I wasn’t joking when I said one day I’ll marry you. I am never letting you go again. I just can’t take that hurt either. It was like a part of me had died. I don’t know how we will juggle this long distance but there are a few things you need to know. Firstly, I want you to keep dancing for as long as you want to. Even if that’s years. You are to never give that up, unless it’s your choice. Secondly, I will fly out as much as I can. Hopefully every weekend. If not, I will promise you will never go longer than two weeks without being in my arms even if it’s just for one night. Any longer than that and it will kill me. Thirdly, you call the shots here. You tell me what you need from me, when and where you need it. And lastly, you better get ready for lots of phone and skype sex, baby. This man has been on a drought and I’ve some catching up to do.”

  He always does that. Tries to break the seriousness of a moment with humor, even though I know he’s dead serious.

  “Are you sure you want to do this? We could be talking a few years, Grant. That’s a long time and a lot of money in flights. You are sacrificing so much for me. I don’t know if I am worth it or deserve it after what I’ve put you through.”

  His hand reaches around the back of my neck and pulls me slowly forward until we are a breath apart.

  “I will fly to the end of the earth for you with my last dollar. Time is irrelevant. Two years seems a long time now. After we have been married for fifty years, it will be a small blip in our life story.”

  It’s time to surrender.

  For everything I fight against, it’s time to let go.

  I lift my hand to his cheek and run my thumb down his jawline.

  “I want that life with you, too.

  “I’m yours, Grant. No turning back. No regrets.”

  “I’m yours.” I bat away the happy tears. My body is on fire with emotion.

  “I love you, Grant. I never stopped.”

  With a low growl, Grant’s on me. He devours my mouth with his. His tongue has already pushed its way into my mouth and is claiming every single part of it.

  He pulls back. “Say it again!” he
demands. “I want to hear it on those hot lips of yours.”

  “I love you.”

  His smile lights up his face. “Louder, baby, tell the whole world.”

  “Grant Stevenson, I love you with everything I am,” I shout.

  Looking like the happiest man on the planet, he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. Carefully placing me down on my back, he climbs over the top of me.

  “I know I said you were in for it tonight, but that will come later.”

  Our bodies quiver with the intensity of the moment. Grant takes my hand and places it over his heart.

  “This belongs to you, Zara, and you’re the only person who has ever owned it. I love you, too, with everything I am and everything you make me. Tonight, I just want to show you how much I love you. So, every time we are apart you will never forget how I feel. Tonight, I want to worship you. God, how I’ve missed you.”

  “I want that, too. I’ve missed you so much. I ache for you.”

  “Please tell me under all these clothes you still have on the underwear from the photo. I want to be the one to strip them from you.”

  “Perhaps you better start undressing me to find out.”

  As much as we try to take it slow, there’s just so much urgency building in us both, that it’s proving difficult. As Grant slides his hand over my breast and massages it, I lay back moaning. His mouth takes over and I’m in heaven, leaving his hands free to explore the rest of my body.

  The first swipe of his finger through my wet core has me arching off the bed. My breath racing. I want all of him, right now.

  “Grant,” I moan. “I can’t wait. Claim me now. Make me yours. Make love to me. Show me what a life with you will be like.”

  I’m not sure where it came from, but Grant is already sheathed and pushing into me before I have time to think.

  “Ohh, that feels so good,” I mumble in between him slowly pulling out and pushing back in.

  “You are mine, beautiful. Never again will we be separate. Tonight, we are joining our bodies and souls. I am yours forever.” He loses his control and the thrusts get harder and faster as we both near the edge of what’s going to be an intense orgasm. We release everything we’ve been holding on to for months, it’s all coming out as we let go. We both moan and start to come at the same time. It is the joining of our broken souls and healing them back together.