His raised eyes looked at me, and I just brushed his silent questions off. “Want something to drink while you wait?”
“No.” He slid into a chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankles. “Hurry up. You’ve piqued my curiosity.”
I blew him a kiss. “Good things come to those who wait.”
It didn’t take long for things to start taking shape. Krista had four of the Pussycat girls—Sindy, Ava, Nikki, and Zena—waiting for me in the dressing room. Aware of my mission, they went to work on my transformation. In no time, my shiny blonde hair bounced in large sexy curls, my eyes were lined to perfection, and my lips were painted a shade of orgasmic glossy red.
I pulled on fishnet hose and sheer black lingerie, adjusting my girls so the neckline gave a sneak peek at my breasts, which were already spilling over the top. With the right open leg move, Stone was going to get an eyeful of the lace-up crotch.
Zena gently pulled at the thong line at my waist, making sure all was in place. “You’re going to kill this. I keep waiting for you to come rock the stage with us.”
“Oh, no. It’s only sport for me. I mean, I love the workout and how it makes me feel, and I’m damn proud of my toned body, but I’ll never be one of you girls.”
“You’re going to be one of us tonight, doll.” Ava winked, brushing on more shimmering glitter, leaving flecks of sparkles on my skin.
Krista peeked in the doorway. “Show time. Your man is sitting on the front row wearing a blindfold. Sugar, the stage is all yours and the music is ready to go.”
I sucked in a deep breath. My one-time dance for an audience didn’t make me nervous at all. I knew how to own the pole and work my body like a master.
“Do me one last favor, and I’ll never ask another thing—will you record it? I want to give him the recording.”
“This guy is going to have you for dessert tonight.”
The stage area was dark as I made my way to the center, which was illuminated in soft blue and had a shiny pole waiting for me. On cue, I gave the thumbs-up to the soundproof music room on the back wall where Krista waited for my signal to adjust the lights, start the beat, and record the performance.
Stone’s silhouette came to light under the soft shades of the same blue lighting that covered the stage. Over the intercom system, Krista used her most sultry voice to say, “Mr. Mitchell, we invite you to take off your blindfold. Please enjoy your private show.” With that, she exited the room. Stone and I were completely alone, and it was show time.
On the first note, I stepped front and center into the spotlight. My hands grasped my lifeline and I made my first twirl around the pole. Dropping my head back, my hair fell toward the floor as I reveled in his eyes homing in on my every move. Seducing and enticing, I rolled my hips as if making love in the most sensual rhythm. The pleasing moves came easily, were second nature as I gave Stone a show he wouldn’t soon forget.
I clearly had his attention as I did an acrobatic move. Lifting my legs, I snaked them around the shiny chrome and let my body fall in slow motion. Using my upper body as I anchored myself in place, I opened my legs into a split, holding them for several seconds before plunging into the next twirl.
His eyes blazed and burned my skin from across the room as the twists, spins, and turns continued. On the last chorus, I was high in the air and slid to the ground in a fireman’s spiral. Reaching the bottom, my stilettos landed on the floor in a smooth move as I rolled my hips provocatively. Rolling them more, I arched backward into a backbend before flipping my legs over my head and falling into the splits in front of him.
On the last note, I ease forward and crawled to the edge of the stage. Crooking my finger, I invited him to join me. The heat of his stare was intense, and it only took him three steps to reach me as he moved like a jaguar.
His chest rose and fell hard and fast. Underneath his hooded eyes, dilated pupils locked onto mine. He helped me stand up, holding my hips in a possessive lock.
“That was incredible. Damn, Avery, I want to fuck you right there on that black marble stage.” His mouth found mine and I eagerly accepted the delicious assault of his tongue on mine.
“You’re not supposed to touch the dancers, house rules.”
“Fuck the rules. When you move in with me, I’m going to have a studio made just for you. I could watch that every day.”
“In the meantime, lucky for you, I had a video made of tonight’s performance,” I muttered against his lips.
He groaned into my mouth, devouring my tongue, and I wound my fingers in his hair, whimpering in bliss. He was sinful in the most beautiful way, and I kissed him as fiercely as he kissed me.
“We’ve got to go right now, or fuck the house rules.”
Chapter 25
The ride home tested my patience with surviving sexual frustration. Stone drove, caressing my knee and upper thigh the whole time, occasionally skimming underneath the hem of my dress but never touching where I wanted him most. My breasts felt full and heavy and my nipples beaded, eager for his hands, fingers, and mouth. I wriggled around in the seat trying to get the slightest friction to soothe the throbbing ache.
As soon as he parked the car in the drive, I opened the door and hurried to get inside. Stone was in just as much of a rush and grasped my hand. Under the porch light, against the wooden post, he planted a hot kiss on my lips. I clutched his dress shirt, holding on for dear life as he lavished my tongue with his.
Without breaking us apart, he backed me to the door, driving the key into the lock and pushing the entrance open. Breathy and needy, I attacked his shirt, yanking it out of his pants. Sliding my hands underneath to his washboard abs, it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven when I finally had his bare skin against the palms of my hands.
In a purely primal state, Stone jerked the zipper down my back and shoved the spaghetti straps down my arms in urgent need. Piece by piece, our clothes scattered about the floor.
“You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he murmured, nuzzling his mouth against my ear, nipping at the lobe.
I tilted my head to the side, angling for more. The world ceased to exist. Nothing mattered but us and the way his hands mastered my body. I wanted him more than I wanted anything. His lips found the spot underneath my ear, making my knees turn to jelly.
“I want you inside me, Stone,” I hoarsely whispered.
With me pressed flush against him, he cupped my ass, lifting me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, scissoring my legs around his waist. He placed me gently onto the sofa and climbed between my legs, his hands prowling up my body and finding my breasts. His fingers rolled, tugged, and then cupped them, drawing the taut buds into his mouth and causing me to whimper.
His thick-ridged erection pressed into my stomach, sending me over the edge of crazy desire. “I need you, Stone. Hard and fast!” I pleaded, unable to take his controlled restraint. The irresistible foreplay had started long before I danced for him, and I felt like a railcar out of control, about to crash.
He slipped on a condom I hadn’t seen him toss onto the coffee table. Ready and anticipating, he pushed into me hard and fast, causing me to cry out in pleasure. I clawed his back, pulling him toward me. With each thrust, I arched upward, meeting each drive and taking him deeper. Tension became tight, stars twinkled in my soul, and stroke for stroke, I tipped closer to elation-filled bliss.
“I can feel you tightening around me, Ave. God, that feels so good.” He ground into me again, wild with need.
Reaching between my legs, he found my swollen nub with the pad of his thumb, throwing me into rippled spasms. I screamed out his name as waves of heaven crashed around me. With one last hard pump, he growled out my name, with his own release.
He rested his forehead against mine until our breathing slowed to normal. We stayed in place, tangled together in the small space of the couch for what seemed like forever, but still not long enough.
“Come take a shower
with me.” He shifted, climbed to his feet, and stretched out his hand for mine. He was impossibly beautiful and hopelessly sexy. “I’ll wash you off.”
“You’ve seen my bathroom—it’s much smaller than yours.” I gestured at the regular-sized tub-shower combo with raised eyebrows.
“It’s plenty big enough for what I have planned for you.” He reached inside the white ruffled shower curtain and turned on the hot water.
I didn’t even try biting back the smile on my lips as I reached into the cabinet to pull out two plush aqua towels and matching washcloths.
“Fair warning, if you didn’t bring your own soap, I only have lavender scented.”
“I’ve already used it a couple times. I’m surprised you didn’t already notice me smelling like flowers.” He chuckled.
“Tell me what kind you like and I’ll pick some up in the morning.”
He reached in, feeling the temperature of the water. “Ladies first.”
I stepped over the ledge and moved forward, giving him enough room to step in behind me. He reached over my head, removing the handheld showerhead and wetting my hair. I placed the palms of my hands flat against the tile as he began drenching my body with streams of water and melted into the hot steam as he began lathering and massaging my head in the most relaxing and erotic way. I moaned, tilting my head back to let him work his fingers through the stands as he paid attention to every inch of my scalp. “That feels so nice.”
“I’m glad.”
Stone rinsed my hair, taking his time and making sure the soap was completely rinsed out of my thick hair. I ran my hands over my face before opening my eyes to find him staring as if he wanted to eat me alive.
I grabbed his face and leaned in closer, pulling his mouth to my greedy lips. He wove his hands into my hair, kissing me relentlessly and passionately. I fiercely craved him again, craved the promise of whatever he’d planned.
His hands were gentle and strong at the same time as he slid his fingers between my legs. “You’re so wet and ready. Turn around.”
I turned my body to face the front wall of the shower. His body drew close behind mine, pressing his chest to my back. “Put your palms against the wall, and don’t move them.”
Eager and excited, I did as he instructed, sucking my bottom lip in between my teeth as I felt him move toward me. One hand snaked around me, cupping my breast and toying with my left nipple, and the other continued to sweep around my slick core. He pushed his middle finger inside, teasing with swirls of his thumb over my clit.
“Oh, my God…yes,” I hissed, feeling as if I were about to step over the edge of bliss again.
Adding his index finger, he drove both fingers in and out of my slippery crevice while keeping a steady rhythm with his thumb. I spiraled farther and farther way, spinning out of control as he gave me another molten release. I pulsed around him, bucking wickedly before sinking into his arms.
Stone tenderly kissed the top of my shoulder, gingerly biting a trail to the curvature of my neck. “The look on your face when you come apart makes me one happy man.”
I turned in his arms, easing to my knees and looking into his face with a sultry smile. Taking his velvety hardness in my hand, I licked my lips before slipping him into my mouth. Heat blazed from his eyes as I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him halfway down, swirling my tongue along with gliding my hand to the base.
He jerked slightly and inhaled sharp and deep. His response gave me great satisfaction and though I didn’t have a clue how to do this, I ran on instinct. Keeping my eyes on his, I assaulted his shaft with my mouth and tongue under the stream of water.
His hands fisted my hair, drawing the strands to the base of my neck while he rocked his hips forward. I increased the tempo, taking him deeper into my mouth, and he let out an animalistic growl, bucking his hips as he surged forward.
Clenching harder, he pulled on my hair roughly, but never hurting me. I wanted him to explode into a tumultuous moment, one neither he nor I would ever forget. Licking, tonguing, sucking, I devoured him without holding back. He closed his eyes and his panting became more intense as he thrust hard into my mouth.
“Ave, you need to stop.” His voice was coarse with pleading.
I kept going, applying more action with my tongue and working my hand along with the movement of my mouth. He jerked into shudder after shudder, releasing hard on my tongue. I relished in the moment, watching as he panted hard, trying to catch his breath.
His hand covered mine, stopping my movements as he trembled, his body rocking with aftershocks. When his breathing slowed to almost normal, he cupped my chin with his fist, guiding my face to his smiling eyes.
“Fuck, Ave. You don’t have a clue what you do to me. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I do know, Stone. I feel the same way.”
Stone shut off the water, pulled the shower curtain back, and grabbed a towel from the loop he’d hung it on. He wiped the wetness from my skin then draped it around my shoulders before reaching for his own.
While I blow-dried my hair, he picked up the heap of clothes we’d strewn all over the living room. I smiled at my reflection, full of contentment. I was ever thankful for a second chance with Stone, and prayed he felt just as grateful.
“Water?” He held out a bottle and eyed the towel wrapped around my body, roaming down my legs.
I took the bottle, eyeing his perfect chest, his rock-hard abs, his perfect V—that perfect V. Taking in every delicious square inch of him, I tilted my head to the side. “All that should be against the law.”
He grasped the towel where I’d shoved it in place at my breast and gave it a tug, making it float to the floor. “For this, I may as well break the law since I’ve violated my parole on more than one occasion.”
My eyes widened. “How so?”
“Do you think I can travel about? Sugar, I received permission to come here, but since I didn’t know you were going to take me fifty miles away, I didn’t have time to get approval.”
“Oh my God! Stone, why didn’t you remind me? Oh shit! Will they revoke your parole?” The blood drained from my face.
He chuckled. “They won’t ever find out.”
“Don’t laugh! This is not funny! Are you crazy? They could make you go back in and finish your sentence!”
“It’ll be okay. I’ve been on my best behavior since getting out, and I won’t be making a habit of violating my parole.”
I marched over to the dresser, grabbing a tank to sleep in. “No, you won’t. I won’t stand for that, nor will I be the reason you jeopardize your freedom.”
He laughed. “You’re a lot bossier than you used to be.”
I slipped the shirt over my head. “And you don’t think as clearly as you should.”
The next thing I knew, he had approached me from behind and was circling his arms around me. His warm breath teased the skin of my neck as he nuzzled in my hair. “I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to have a second chance with you. Move in with me, Ave.”
I drew in a deep breath. “I can’t do that. Not only am I not the type to move in, I won’t do that to Savannah. I know we care about each other deeply, but I can’t give her false hope that we’re a regular little family when we’re not. We’re just trying things out.”
His hold tightened. “You’re more than someone I’m trying things out with, and we can be a regular little family.”
You haven’t even told me you love me.
“Slow. We should take this slow and be smart about everything, for her.”
“Avery, one way or another, I’m going to get you to see this my way.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek, pressing his body firmly against my backside. “It’ll be so much easier if I don’t have to sign forms for my parole officer every few days to leave town.”
“Speaking of leaving town, do you think you can go to West Tempie on Monday or Tuesday? I want to go see Dovie.” I paused for a moment. “And then there’s your parents. We need to see
if they can be there too. It’ll be like, Pass the tea please—oh, and by the way, this is Savannah, your granddaughter.”
He guided my body to face him. “I think it’s best we tell all of them without her seeing their initial reaction, especially my dad.”
I nodded. “Agreed.”
He pulled me into his arms. “Don’t worry so much about it. It’s all going to be okay. They won’t be able to resist falling in love with her at first sight.”
“It’s not her I’m worried about, it’s me. They are all going to hate me.”
“I’ll kick anyone’s ass that hurts you.”
The sound of glass shattering down the hallway made me jump out of my skin. “What the hell?”
“Stay put, and don’t unlock the door for any reason.”
Chapter 26
Stone stormed from the room and I locked myself inside the bedroom. My heart thudded in my chest and cold shivers ran down my spine. Goose bumps covered my body, and I felt like my hair stood straight up. The silence was deafening as I pressed my ear against the door, desperate to hear anything.
Rushing over to the window, I peeked through the wooden blinds—nothing. An eeriness crawled up my spine as I looked for any sign of movement. Fingers trembling, I clutched my phone, trying to decide whether to call 9-1-1 or wait for Stone. I rubbed my arms up and down in a calming manner, but it didn’t help.
Nervously pacing, I flittered from one side of the bed to the other and splayed my hands at my sides. Enough was enough. I couldn’t wait another second alone in a near panicked state. As I reached the foot of the bed, a tap sounded at the door.
“Open up. It’s all clear,” Stone called from the other side.
My hands trembled as I fumbled with the lock. Relief washed over me as I met his stoic, calm face, until I saw him holding a brick and a piece of paper. “What the hell?”
Chasing Wicked (The Mitchell Brothers - Wicked Series Book 1) Page 18
