Dancing With Lies (Barre To Bar Book 1)

by Summer Cooper

  When the woman pushed at the men, they all moved. The woman got up to straddle the man that took her place and Roxie watched as the woman sank down on him. The woman still had a waist cincher on, a black lacy thing, and it emphasized how perfect her waist was. Roxie looked her fill, at the way the woman’s hips flared out into a beautifully tanned ass, the way the man’s thick cock disappeared as the woman sank down.

  “Fuck me,” Roxie whispered, too enthralled to look away. The other man came up behind the woman, drew her face back to his for a kiss, and blocked Roxie’s view.

  Roxie frowned in disappointment but didn’t protest. This was their moment and the men took their time, got the woman properly prepared for sex. They were gentle with her and that was all that mattered. Good.

  Roxie watched the very handsome men as they moved for a little while longer, admiring their bodies, the thick muscles that bunched up as the man behind the woman moved. Roxie grinned as she got up. She didn’t mind watching one bit, but there were other sights to see tonight, and she needed to check on the other ladies. And Lincoln, if he hadn’t disappeared into one of the bedrooms downstairs. But maybe, just a minute longer?

  By the time the threesome finished on the twin bed, the same as those she’d set up in all six of the areas she’d arranged in the attic, she was ready to find Lincoln. She might jump him, but she needed to check on him. An hour had passed so she was hoping he might have disappeared into his bedroom with one of the ladies.

  She wandered down the stairs to the second floor, looking into rooms that were open, but she didn’t see him. She didn’t hear him either, but that didn’t mean anything at all. Her hopes rose when she went downstairs and didn’t find him in any of the rooms on the first floor either. A quick check of the deck in the back showed he wasn’t there either. Perhaps she’d accomplished her mission after all and young Lincoln was being introduced, properly, into the darker realms of sex.

  A warm wind blew as she walked along the deck that stretched across the side of the house and to the front of the house. If she’d accomplished her mission, she could go home a happy girl. He’d have someone to keep him occupied at night and she could get back to her own life. Maybe even take up dancing somewhere again or take a gig here and there to keep her name out there.

  She wasn’t happy when she found Lincoln on his own, on the front porch staring out at nothing. For fuck’s sake, what was he doing out here? Brooding from the looks of it, on his own. “What the fuck are you doing out here, Lincoln?”

  “What am I doing out here, Roxie? What am I doing out here? There’s people having sex all over my house, that’s what I’m doing out here.” He exploded, standing up to confront her, anger a dark look on his face.

  “But you wanted this, didn’t you?” She was confused, lost because it seemed like she’d done exactly what he’d wanted but now he was pissed? “You wanted to know what it was like to be in my world, wanted a playroom, and I gave it to you. You wanted to know what this was like, well it’s in fucking there, not out here.”

  “I did, but…fuck!” He spit the word out, pushing a hand through his hair as he moved to the railing and turned away from her. “I wanted it, yeah.”

  “Then what’s the fucking problem?” Her ire was rising higher now. What the fuck was wrong with him?

  “Nothing. It’s fine.” He shook his head, his brown hair gleaming in the moonlight like a halo. “It’s just…”

  “What, Lincoln?” She pushed when he went quiet. She used a gentler tone, wondering if he’d seen something that had appalled him. Something might have freaked him out, driven him out here, so it was best to be gentle.

  “Nothing. Never mind.” He walked by her, anger making his jaw clench. “Let me go see if I can find one of your friends to fuck. I suggest you do the same. Or just fuck off completely. That would be good too.”

  “Are you for fucking real?” She drawled slowly, offended now. “Fuck you, Lincoln. I hate you so much.”

  “Yeah, ditto.” He called over his shoulder without turning back.

  She’d worked hard to set up his house, to find the right people for this party, choosing with Dylan, Emily, and Kai only those that would be willing to take it a little easy so they could all introduce Lincoln into this world gradually. Surely none of them had gone against the rules and taken something a little too far? But who knew what would freak a person out? Or was it just that he was mad that people were having sex in his house? But why would he be pissed at her for doing exactly what he’d asked of her?

  This was fucking childish.

  With a muffled curse, she walked back into the house and looked for Lincoln again, but couldn’t find him. A guy named Tony tried to get her to stop and talk to him, but she brushed the guy off. She wasn’t there as anything but a facilitator tonight. Sex was not on the table for her. Even if she’d been tempted to join that threesome upstairs and couldn’t stop imagining being up there with them and Lincoln. It was a problem she didn’t want to face at all, this torture her brain was causing her with images of Lincoln.

  She finally found Lincoln laughing with Kai in the kitchen, but she didn’t go in. Sex between friends was one thing, there was an openness between her and the other women at the party that only pertained to sex. She could join any of them, as long as she was invited, but this was a different situation. Lincoln was laughing with Kai, a private moment between friends, and he was relaxed. He’d been so pissed at her when he left the porch that she didn’t want to interrupt what looked like a good time between the two friends. Kai was pointing out Jasmine to Lincoln, but he shook his head.

  His continued refusal of any of the gorgeous women she’d invited to the party baffled Roxie. Why weren’t any of the women good enough for him? What, did he only like virgins or something?

  Or women that had no experience, she thought, with what might be dawning understanding. Was that the problem? Most of the women there knew what sex was and were knowledgeable about it. Hmm. That wasn’t a kink she liked to mess with or be around, really. Emily had been the most virginal woman she’d ever found a protector for, but that was as close as she came to it. And Emily had all but begged her for the opportunity.

  Wendy was the exception tonight. She was the only one that matched Lincoln really, but Wendy wanted to walk on the dark side, Lincoln wouldn’t interest her. Which reminded Roxie that she needed to find Wendy and check on her too. She left Lincoln with Kai and walked out to begin a search for her newbie guest.

  Roxie couldn’t find her and finally decided to send Wendy a message since she’d said she’d have her phone on. After a long wait, Roxie got a message back saying Wendy was fine, so Roxie went back downstairs, found a glass to fill with scotch in the living room, and took a seat with River on the couch.

  “Nobody tickled your fancy, huh?” Roxie slugged back a little of the scotch after she asked the question.

  “Oh, I’d have gone with Emily and Dylan when they headed upstairs if they’d asked, but I think both are kind of afraid of going that far.” River said, surprising Roxie.

  “Holy fucking moly. Really?” Roxie asked, stunned into gaping at River.

  “Oh, fuck yes. Emily’s fucking hot and Dylan? Mmm, he’s delicious.” River grinned over at Roxie and leaned in. “But you’re fucking hot too, Roxie, if you want to play.”

  “I’d love to, babe, but I’ve got a boyfriend.” Roxie pointed out, but River’s offer amused her. It was tempting, but no.

  “So, do I. And a girlfriend.” River fluttered her eyelashes in comic imitation of a coquette and grinned. “I’m going to have to go home if I’m not going to get fucked.”

  “I think you might find someone if you keep looking. Or maybe you can invite Dylan and Emily to watch you. They do love to watch.” Roxie offered, her eyebrows up in encouragement. And maybe she’d watch River and the James couple if they’d all let her. She was going to stroke out if she kept it up though. Too much of a good thing, without relief, might just kill her, she deci
ded.

  “Ohh, that might be a plan. Maybe I can tempt them into something more.” She paused, clamped her bottom lip between her teeth, then spoke again. “Probably not, but a girl can dream.”

  “Go for it, babe.” Roxie encouraged again and sighed as River got up. Roxie watched the redhead walk away, wondering if turning her down was a good idea.

  No, she’s my friend, Roxie reminded herself. Sex wouldn’t necessarily change that, but it wasn’t a woman she wanted tonight. Although the only man she felt right about having sex with wasn’t that tempting lately either. Well, he wasn’t actually present lately.

  Fuck, now she was back on moaning over Nathan again.

  “Hey, you seen Wendy?” Emily walked up and asked.

  “No, I was looking for her.”

  “Oh. I offered to help her out then Dylan distracted me.” Emily’s cheeks turned pink and she looked away.

  “I saw that distracting. Wendy’s fine, I did get a message from her at least. She asked me if I wanted to join her.” Roxie laughed, but rolled her eyes. Two long-time friends asking her to a threesome in one night was almost too much.

  “Good, she’s made herself at home then.” Emily leaned into Roxie and Roxie put her right arm around her friend. “You tired?”

  “I’m always tired lately. I’m like an old woman since the baby was born.”

  “You’ll get used to it, eventually,” Roxie assured her and took the hug Emily offered her.

  “I’m going to find Dylan. You should have some fun, you know. Nathan’s gone again, probably for good. You deserve to have some fun.”

  “No.” Roxie started but she paused. Maybe Emily was right. Lincoln’s face came to mind and she smiled. Maybe one night of fun wasn’t a bad idea after all.

  15

  Lincoln

  “I can’t believe you guys decided this was the kind of house-warming party I needed.” Lincoln looked over at Kai, amusement shining through the stern words.

  “Well, you and your lady that isn’t your lady decided to break into my playroom, and then you had a million questions about it.” Kai sipped at the amber liquid in a glass tumbler and squinted at Lincoln. “What better way to explain things than to show you? I thought her idea was brilliant, actually.”

  “I suppose you’re right,” Lincoln grumbled and leaned against the kitchen sink. He saw Roxie out of the corner of his eye and wondered if he should apologize for being a dick to her earlier. She left the room before he could move, however, and he shrugged it off. He’d do it later.

  “Well, are you going to make an effort or hide in corners all evening, like you did when we were at house parties at MIT?” Kai teased, his black eyebrows arched in amusement.

  Kai was a tall man, handsome in that boyish but manly kind of way that women found irresistible. He’d always been outgoing when it came to women, not as tense as Lincoln was. But Lincoln had had secrets back then, secrets he couldn’t share even with a man he considered to be one of his best friends. Secrets he still couldn’t share.

  “I’ll give it another try.” Lincoln finally said, his eyes scanning for someone, anyone that might catch his interest. “I’ll catch up with you later.

  “See ya,” Kai called and went off in search of something Lincoln wasn’t sure he wanted to think about.

  Sex wasn’t abhorrent to Lincoln, it was a vital part of life as far as he was concerned, it just wasn’t the be-all and end-all. Well, it hadn’t been until he found out about Roxie’s former life, before Elmo’s burned down, and what she’d done there. Dylan had told him quite a lot, during a private lunch he’d gone to with the man. It had been a very enlightening conversation and now he couldn’t stop thinking about all the sexual activities that had taken place there. But the woman he’d always seen himself with in those thoughts kept him at arm’s length.

  Fuck, what was he supposed to do? Just pick one of her friends and fuck the woman? Plenty had offered already, but none had deeply held his attention.

  “Hey, you’re Lincoln, right?” A sultry voice called out from the shadows of his study.

  “Yeah, who are you?” He replied and found himself delighted when the woman came out of the shadows in the corner to walk up close to him.

  “I’m Kitty.” She smiled an enchanting smile and tilted her head. Her dark hair fanned out from her head, a silky mane that he suddenly wanted to touch. “Are you British?”

  “Kind of.” He answered, amused at the age-old question. “My mother was born and raised in England and I spent some time there. I can’t seem to get rid of the accent.”

  “Maybe you should stop trying. It’s very sexy.” Her eyes opened a little wider, drawing him in. “You’re really buff, are you a runner?”

  She touched his bicep, but only long enough for him to look down and see her fingers there before she drew them away. “I’m a swimmer, one of the reasons for buying this house. I have the world’s biggest pool outside.”

  “I see. Kai told me he was on the swim team when he was at MIT, were you teammates?” She stepped a fraction closer, her lips slightly parted, as if he was telling the most interesting story she’d ever heard, but he knew he wasn’t.

  With a shrug, he told her what she wanted to hear. “I was the captain of the swim team in high school and at the university. Yeah, Kai, Trevon, and I were all on the swim team together.”

  “I haven’t met Trevon yet. Is he as handsome as you?” She bit her lip in the most fascinating way before she let the tender flesh go, showing him just how plump her bottom lip was.

  Nice.

  “He might be more handsome, actually,” Lincoln answered softly, his eyes steady on hers now. She really was a beautiful woman, not as beautiful as Roxie, but still unique in her own way. Maybe she could distract him for the night. “Do you want to meet him, or can I continue to hope for a little more of your time?”

  “Oh, you can definitely hope for a little more of my time.” She walked right up to him then, her hands smoothing out over his chest. “A lot more.”

  His head bent automatically, his lips reaching for hers, but someone jerked at his hand and pulled him away. “What the fuck?”

  “Not her, Lincoln.” Roxie pulled him back into the hallway and out to the front porch. He should have stopped her before she drew him out of the living room, but he was so confused he just followed along behind her.

  “What’s your fucking problem, Roxie? You invite your friends over here, hoping I’ll fuck one of them, and when I finally find one that can hold my interest you tell me no.” He asked angrily, really getting pissed off now. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “Not her,” she repeated, that dark eyebrow over her left eye up, daring him to refuse her demand. “She’s a single mother, and not for you.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense, Roxie. So, any of my other friends or the men that are here could fuck her but not me?”

  “No, not really. Kitty is generally off-limits. Yeah, she could sleep with anyone she chooses, but…” She sputtered to a stop and he wondered if she finally saw his problem.

  “Not me?” He asked softly, stepping closer to her as it dawned on him what the real problem was. She didn’t want him fucking any of her close friends.

  “No, not you.” She whispered, looking away from him. “She’s not a toy.”

  “No, she’s not. None of you are. But sex is sex, right?” He waited until she nodded her head in agreement before he stepped a little closer. “Then what’s the fucking problem, Roxie?”

  He pushed her up against the wall, forcing her to look up at him. She was breathing rapidly, her eyes flaring with anger, lips parted. Far too tempting.

  He dropped his head, kissing the only woman he really wanted to kiss that night, at last. Her lips were as hot as his, but softer, fuller, tasting of scotch and honey. His tongue swiped at her bottom lip, urging her to open for him as her arms wound around his neck.

  He moaned into her mouth when she opened and pressed her body ag
ainst his. Her warm softness intoxicated him almost as much as the slick feel of her mouth. He wanted to inhale her into his very soul, but he also wanted to wrap himself around her, completely naked, and never let her go.

  Their mouths moved hungrily, tasting, feeling each other out. With firm hands at her hips, he pulled her closer, her head still against the wall. Desire had always been there when it came to her, now he felt an inescapable need to make her his and only his. His fingers clamped tighter at her hips, moving slightly to tuck her into the part of him that throbbed for her the most. Fuck, he wanted her. Could he have her right here?

  Would that be something that was a part of her world? Fucking wherever you wanted to fuck? Or would she want something else? Was she the submissive type? He wondered for a moment, but then she moved her hand around, almost touched him…there.

  No, not submissive, not unless she wanted to be, he’d guess. Chloe would have been submissive, but that wasn’t who she was anymore. He’d have to take her submission if that was how he wanted to play this. He’d have to show her that he could be the one in control, something told him.

  He pulled her hand away from the place that wanted to be touched the most and moved it over her head. His face slanted from hers to slide down to her neck, to find a spot he remembered she loved to have touched, just below her ear.

  “Fuck.” She groaned as he nipped at the spot, then licked to soothe her skin.

  “Is this what you want, Roxie? To be owned?” He asked and regretted it immediately.

  She went stiff as a board and pulled away from his body. Her eyes looked up to his in the moonlight, hurt filling their crystalline depths. “No, Lincoln.”