by Bella Juarez
Irene looked on in disgust as Ida May glued herself to James, who was conversing with some men who she knew were local veterans. She took a few more dances before she begged to be relieved. She went to the table where drinks were being served and tried to refresh herself. She felt James walk up behind her more than she heard him. She started to walk away, avoiding him.
“Mrs. Ortiz,” James said formally. Irene narrowed her eyes and said nothing. “May I?” he asked, extending his arm. She stood firm as her irritation grew at that amused look on his face. This was nothing but a damn game to him. He moved in closer. “You’ll seem awfully rude, Mrs. Ortiz. What will people say?” he asked quietly.
Irene took his arm and James led her to a small table in a dark corner of the room where he pulled out a chair. She sat down stiffly and out of the corner of her eye she could see Ida May scanning the room looking for him.
“You look beautiful, sugar,” James said, leaning back in his chair.
“What are you doing here?” Irene demanded.
“Having fun, socializing, meeting new people, enjoying my retirement,” James said.
“You can’t do that in San Diego?” Irene snapped.
“I’m not living in San Diego anymore. I’m in Austin.” She was surprised at the news. He’d retired after all. “Not that you care,” he flung out at her.
“In Texas what you’re doing is called stalking and it’s against the law,” Irene shot back.
“Really? Well then, Mrs. Ortiz, why don’t you go down to the Victoria police department and file a restraining order. Tell them the circumstances of your relationship with your stalker. Better yet, tell the FBI. I know the special agent there. Tell him how we met, Mrs. Ortiz,” James said, his blue eyes suddenly turning hard.
“James…”
“I didn’t come here to fight with you, Irene. I wanted to see you. I told you, I’m not going away,” James said. She saw Ida May making a beeline for them from across the room. He was watching her, amused at his little game. “Why don’t you get up and dance with me before she gets here? I can only put her off for so long.”
James stood and extended his hand. “May I have this dance, Mrs. Ortiz?” Irene watched Ida May get closer. “It’s either you or her,” he taunted.
Irene back down and stood as she took James’s hand. She quivered slightly as his hand curled around hers. The thought of Ida May touching him was making Irene angrier by the second. He smiled at her, pleased with himself, as he escorted her out to the dance floor. There was a slow love song playing as he led her through the steps. It wasn’t their first dance. In truth, their first dance hadn’t felt like the first time. It wasn’t awkward or clumsy. It had been natural and they’d shared several more dances on various dates. They fell into step together. He slid his hand down to her lower back as he pulled her closer on the crowded dance floor.
“I missed you, sugar,” James whispered seductively in her ear.
The soft vibrations of his voice went straight to her pussy. Irene closed her eyes and steeled herself. He slid his knee in between her legs as he led her through the slow, sensuous moves. She couldn’t help but remember how it felt when he moved his hands up and down her bare skin as he teased her right before he made love to her. He lovingly rubbed his cheek against hers. She remembered his bone-melting kisses. She gripped his shoulder tighter and felt his hard body through the tuxedo.
The song ended way too soon for Irene. She felt cheated at not being able to hold him anymore. She almost shook her head at the conflict she was experiencing. As they separated she could see Ida May at the edge of the dance floor ready to pounce on him. She glanced at James, who was watching her. He was entertaining himself with her dilemma. She wanted nothing more than to slap that smug smile off his face. Irene’s Latin blood was starting to boil.
“What should I do, sugar?” James asked.
“I don’t care what you do!” Irene snapped.
Another song started. Ida May was waving at James.
“Okay, maybe Ida May will appreciate my efforts,” James said.
Irene and James started toward the edge of the floor. He was her man, not Ida May’s, and she would be damned if she’d let some other puta touch him again! She stopped and slightly tugged at him. What the hell am I doing? He looked at her, and without saying a word he took her in his arms for a jazz dance.
“What’s wrong, sugar? Don’t want me but don’t want anyone else to have me either, is that it?” James taunted so only she could hear.
“Shut up, James!” Irene snapped.
“A little territorial with something you don’t want, aren’t you, Irene?” James teased with a whisper.
Irene shot James a deadly look. As they danced, she saw with relief that Ida May had managed to find another victim for this dance. She started to calm down and her sensible brain started thinking again.
* * * *
Fuck! You’re sexy when you’re pissed off, sugar! JJ had to physically stop himself from kissing her right out on the dance floor. Amy had been right. Irene was stunning and seemed to glow in the dim light. He’d found a willing accomplice in Amy. She’d told him about the twice-a-month Sunday dances. He in a roundabout way told Amy about the falling-out he and Irene had. Amy had guessed something was wrong but said Irene hadn’t told her anything. Amy was such a sweet girl. It was clear to JJ that she wanted Irene happy. They’d talked for a long time waiting for Gavin to get home on Saturday evening.
JJ had found a crack in his otherwise perfect Irene. She had a little temperamental jealous streak in her, and he intended to use it to his advantage. He was determined to do whatever it took to get her back. He’d managed to find that weakness by observing that Irene and Ida May obviously had issues. He’d no intention of touching that damn vulture he’d met earlier. JJ’s heart skipped a beat when he saw Irene at the entrance of the ballroom because she was more beautiful than he remembered. As usual she was dressed perfectly, and her new hair style made her look a little younger.
Ida May waved to JJ as they passed out on the dance floor. There ain’t no way, crypt keeper. He pulled Irene tighter. What he was doing with Ida May was purely tactical. He had to get Irene to talk to him somehow. JJ intended to use every dirty trick in the book to make that happen. He was afraid she would call his bluff and actually make him touch Ida May. The thought made him almost nauseated. He was relieved when she backed down and took his hand. During their first dance, she’d relaxed and melted while he held her. He was so glad there was something still there for her. He’d known they shared a connection that only happened once in a lifetime. He hated the idea that her pride was about to ruin the happiness he knew they could share for the rest of their lives.
JJ watched Irene scan the dance floor and saw that Ida May was otherwise occupied for the time being. She relaxed somewhat. The song they were dancing to ended and Irene started to pull away from him. He held her in place as the next song started. He pulled her close as a very sensual “Cry Me a River” by Michael Bublé started. Yes, this was his song and he had damn near drunk a river of scotch over her.
“I don’t think so, sugar,” JJ growled. Irene’s cheeks flushed and her jaw clenched as she drilled him with her eyes. “You got what you wanted and now it’s my turn. I’m having my way with you all over this dance floor and then I’m taking you home and starting all over again.” He grasped the back of her neck, roughly grabbed her ass, and pulled her close as he dipped her. There was no way she couldn’t feel his cock come alive when their hips collided. He watched her expression change from angry confusion to heated desire as a tiny gasp escaped her lips.
JJ pulled Irene up from her vulnerable position and gazed into her furious golden eyes. He returned her glare as he stalked her through the sensual tango. He dominated their movements, indicating to her in dance what he fully intended to do to her when they were alone. Communicating his intentions to ravish her roughly, he ran his hands over her ribs, stopping short of grabbing her breast
s outright.
Mimicking his position between her thighs while making love to her, he slid his foot forward between hers and pulled her up onto his thigh. JJ felt Irene’s body stiffen and then go limp. Irene bit her lip and he couldn’t resist brushing his lips against her throat. Irene panted when he ran his hand up her breast bone, caressing her throat. Through the beautiful dress, her body quivered. He knew this was just as exciting for her as it was for him but anger never left her golden eyes. She flung his aggressiveness back at him with her wrathful staccato movements. It was fucking on the dance floor and if she wasn’t careful, he would take right then and there her and not give a shit what anyone saw.
When the song finished, JJ didn’t relinquish her hand and pulled her toward the door. She had just enough time to grab her evening bag as he dragged her out of the building. There would be no gentle lovemaking tonight. He opened the door to his truck.
“Get in,” JJ commanded.
“James!” Irene snapped.
JJ cut her off with a look. “In! Now!” he snarled.
Irene jerked her wrist away. The pearl bracelet she’d been wearing broke and the pearls scattered on the asphalt below. JJ paused and looked down at the broken bracelet. Irene angrily got into the truck.
Ignoring the bracelet she snarled, “What the hell is wrong with you? You wanted me in, I’m in!”
JJ slammed her door and got in on the driver’s side. He drove the short distance to her house as they sat in heated tension. When they arrived Irene walked ahead of JJ and opened the door. He followed her inside and secured the door behind him. He barely had time to turn around before she shoved him against the door. Her opened palm came out of nowhere. He was faster and managed to stop her before she had a chance to connect to his face. If it hadn’t been for his training and his reflexes, she would’ve hit him.
“You arrogant bastard!” Irene screamed at him.
JJ grabbed Irene’s arms and pulled her against him. She trembled as he mashed his lips to hers. He held her in place as she struggled. Her little temper tantrum sent him over the edge and his cock was about to split in half. She stopped struggling and he released her. Irene slid her arms around him in acquiescence.
“Irene…” JJ whispered, his pulse pounding in his ears as he took deep breaths.
“Shut up, James. Just shut the hell up!” Irene growled as she grabbed his tie, jerked him to her, and kissed him.
JJ took Irene’s hand and led her to her bedroom. He roughly pulled her to him and she forcefully grasped the nape of his neck and kissed him. She shoved the jacket from his shoulders, and he found the long zipper running the back of her dress. He pulled it down swiftly and made the beautiful dress drop to the floor. He unhooked her bra and pushed the straps from her shoulders. They hurriedly undressed each other. He pushed her onto the bed.
Irene kicked her shoes off as she moved backward. JJ took off his shoes and the rest of his clothes. He was naked as he inched his way up Irene’s body. He lifted one of her feet and placed a kiss inside the arch of her foot. She threw back her head and moaned. He worked the inside of her ankle and the top of her feet with his mouth, remembering how much she seemed to enjoy his little fetish.
JJ moved up Irene’s legs. He’d missed her so much. He wanted this night to last but knew it would be fast and furious because he was getting impatient. It seemed as if a lifetime had passed since he’d last touched her. He tried to think of other things, the new training plan he had to get done, the training schedule he had to set up, the arrangements with Mick, and his trip to London next week. Her nails dug into his biceps and his laser focus kicked in. He ran his fingers lightly over her pussy and heard her sensual moan. The blood in his already-engorged dick surged, making it even harder.
JJ slid Irene’s lacy panties over her hips and down her legs. He ran his hands over her firm legs again as he made his way up to his objective, her pussy. He noticed a slight change in her body. All the dancing she had been doing was showing itself because she was more muscular than he remembered.
JJ spread Irene’s legs a little wider as he teased her inner thighs with his lips. She shivered with delight as he ran his fingers over her pussy and found her slit. She was wet, very wet. JJ kissed Irene’s belly as his fingers played with her clit. He shoved two fingers inside her pussy and started stroking her from the inside out. Irene’s greedy cunt clenched and JJ decided he didn’t want her to come. In his mind it was her punishment for making him suffer the way she had. He pulled his hand away and listened to her protesting cries with satisfaction.
JJ continued his exploration of Irene with his mouth. He worked his way up to her breasts and started feasting on her nipples. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed his muscular shoulders as he nipped and suckled her. Before he realized what was happening, she’d managed to shove him onto his back. She straddled him and reached for his cock. Her small hand wrapped around his dick and started stroking. Her touch to his cock was like slipping into a velvet glove. He closed his eyes and couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him.
“Mine…” Irene stroked a little faster.
“That’s right, sugar. It’s yours. Every inch of me belongs to you,” JJ whispered as he encouraged her gentle jacking.
Irene let go and replaced her hand with her pussy. She slid her creamy cunt over his cock, preparing it for what she wanted. He sucked in a breath as her pussy entrance met the head of his cock. She had to go slowly to work his cock into her tight pussy. He grabbed her breasts and found her nipples. He started licking and sucking them as she slid her pussy down his dick. He growled when she finally made contact with his hips.
“Fuck me!” JJ ordered in a guttural growl. Irene’s greedy pussy start to clench him as she moved up and down, riding his cock. She moved faster. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut to try and keep himself from coming before she did. Holy fuck! She was riding him harder and faster. The up-and-down piston motion of her fucking was making him insane. Her pussy was milking his dick and making it impossible for him to maintain his control. As she came, Irene’s legs squeezed his hips in a death grip. Her tight pussy was squeezing his cock without mercy, and he lost his battle to hold on.
JJ grabbed Irene’s ass and held it in place. He violently shoved upward into her pussy as he came with a primal roar. She dug her nails into his arms and screamed as she shuddered while still in the throes of her orgasm. He held her tightly as he forced her up and down his cock at the pace his own needy body wanted.
Irene collapsed onto JJ’s chest. He released her ass and ran his hands up her back, clutching her to him. They were both spent. All the tension of their fighting and then the release of the all-consuming fuck they had just engaged in had taken a physical toll on both of them. She slid off of him and lay down next to him on her back. He managed to drag his eyes open and turned to his side.
“How do I always manage to wind up in bed with you?” Irene asked.
JJ smiled. “Your body knows what it wants. It’s your damn stubborn pride you need to get past.”
“I hate you for what you did to me,” Irene said quietly.
“I didn’t do anything to you, Irene. I love you, and I’m not going away. I’ll have you back where you belong eventually.”
“You really are arrogant, James,” Irene said, turning to look at him.
“I am, sugar. I’m the best at what I do. I had to be to survive all these years. I am the best thing around right now, and you know it.”
“Seriously, James?” Irene asked, irritated.
“I saw your prospects in that dance hall tonight, and yeah, I’m better than all those geriatric bastards put together,” JJ confirmed. Irene giggled. He snuggled closer as he smiled and kissed the space below her ear. “They’ll never love you like I do, sugar, and deep down inside you know it. That’s why you always wind up back here, with me,” he said softly.
“You’re so egoistical!” Irene said, slightly shoving him away.
JJ
tightened his grip. “Move on, Irene, and get past this. We don’t have all the time in the world anymore.”
JJ woke way before dawn. He didn’t need to look at his watch to know what time it was. It was around four in the morning. He got up and dressed enough to make it out to his truck and grab his bag. He dressed quickly in running clothes. He found Irene’s evening bag and took out her keys. He slipped out into the cold, damp Texas morning and started a run. The senior center was about five miles from Irene’s house. He decided to run there and drive her car back home. He pushed himself to run at a quicker pace because his run would not be his usual eight miles.
JJ completed his morning objectives and checked on Irene when he got back home. She was still sleeping soundly. He slipped into the shower and prepared himself for the day. He rummaged around in the kitchen and found the coffee and some makings for breakfast. When he finished cooking, he walked back into the bedroom.
“Sugar?” JJ called softly, kissing Irene as he sank down to the bed, gently rousing her.
Irene moaned sleepily and opened her eyes. It was almost six in the morning.
“James…” Irene whispered in a sleepy voice.
“Morning, sugar,” JJ said, kissing her again. Irene pulled the blankets closer and snuggled into her pillow. “I made you breakfast,” he said, running his hands over the blanket that covered her.
“You did?”
“Come on, sugar. Can we talk a little before I leave? I need to get back to Austin and show up for work.”
“Yes, I’ll be there in just a minute.”
* * * *
James left the room and Irene slowly got up and dressed in pajamas. She sleepily walked out of her room and smelled coffee and a delicious breakfast waiting. He was sitting at the table reading the paper and sipping his coffee when she got to the kitchen. He smiled at her when she walked into the room. He always looked so happy to see me, she considered with some guilt.
