Her Savior

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Do you get much time off from dancing to explore the city?”

  “I have a long commute into work. So during the week, I’m basically on the train for an hour, then working all day, then on the train for an hour back home. Not much else going on. But on the weekends, I sometimes go out with my girlfriends. Sometimes I just sit home and watch television and relax, though. I’m not much into the bar scene or partying.”

  “Despite what you might have heard, I’m not a party guy either. I try not to go to everything I’m invited to, and I have stuck to charity events the last few months. But it’s hard to say no to everyone.” I laughed. It was very hard for me to say no to people, but I didn’t usually admit that shortcoming to the women I was with.

  “I think I understand. The manager of the ballet isn’t the nicest of ladies, and I have a horrible time saying no to her. She once asked me to take her dog to the vet for her.”

  “And you did it?” I asked a little in shock at such a request of a dancer at the ballet.

  “Yep, I did it. I couldn’t say no to her. You don’t understand; she’s one of the meanest women I’ve ever met.”

  “Wow. She actually asked one of her own dancers to run errands for her. That’s pretty wild,” I wasn’t all that surprised, though. I’d met Cassandra Hutchinson on a few occasions, and she was dreadful during every one of our meetings.

  Although Cassandra tried to pretend like she was a very nice woman, she only covered it up when she was directly in front of me or other big donors. I always saw her yelling at other people and being utterly dreadful. Fake people could only hide their true personalities for a little bit; sooner or later the real person came out.

  “Yeah, she’s not the best. Although, I heard she was once a nice woman. Some of my friends who have danced with the ballet for a few years tell me she went through a bad breakup, and that’s when she turned nasty. So maybe if she finds a new guy she will be nicer?”

  Jenna laughed it off, but there was probably a little bit of logic to that train of thought. I’d have to think and see if I had any friends that I could send her way in an effort to make things a little more comfortable for Jenna in her working environment. I knew a lot of older divorced guys who could put Cassandra in her place. Sometimes a cranky woman like her just needed a little love in her life.

  “I love this place,” I said out loud as we walked in the front door and I held it open for Jenna. “Do you get to come here very often?”

  “No, I haven’t been in a few months. But damn those garlic fries smell amazing. Want to share some?”

  “You’re perfect. Yes, yes I would like to share some stinky garlic fries with you.” I gave a laugh. “If you don’t mind my garlic breath when I kiss you.”

  “I won’t mind yours because mine is going to smell just as bad.”

  How much more perfect could this girl be? We meshed well together. Our humor was lined up, and I felt so at ease around her. I was sure I was going to do or say something that was going to throw her off, but for the time being, I was enjoying having her there with me and feeling like a teenager as we ordered our burgers and sat down at the counter to wait for our food.

  “My breath is going to stink after this,” she said with a totally serious expression. “I’ve changed my mind; you can’t kiss me.”

  “Oh yes, I can! I’ll have stinking garlic breath too. It will be perfect,” I added. “Sorry, you already agreed to this garlic kiss. It’s too late to back out now.”

  When the waiter brought our food to us, we both went straight for the French fries. I watched intently as she put the fries in her mouth, and my body flooded with blood as I thought about her lips wrapping around me. She let out a sweet little moan with the first bite, and a primal urge to have her in my bed overcame any other thoughts in my mind. I needed Jenna again. I had to have her.

  “Isn’t your house around here?” she said after chewing her first bite of fries.

  “Yes, it’s just up the street.”

  “Hmm.”

  “What?” I asked a little confused.

  She didn’t respond and instead continued to eat lunch as I joined her in eating the fries. We were fairly quiet throughout our eating, mostly because we were both starving, and the food was just that good. I also was having a hard time concentrating on eating and watching her delicious lips as they wrapped around the food. It was an orgasmic experience watching her eat.

  “Yes, I think we should go there,” Jenna finally said while sipping on her ice water.

  “To my house?”

  “Yep.”

  “You’re not going to jump over any more fences are you?” I asked as playfully as I could. “I’ll give you the code so you can just open the gate when you want to leave.”

  “You’ll give me the code to your gate?” she asked with a look of shock.

  “Sure, I don’t think you’ll be stealing from me, right?”

  “No, but still. That’s a big deal. Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t need the code. You can just walk me out when it’s time to leave. Plus, I’m not agreeing to stay all night long. I would just like to see your house in the light of day.”

  “It’s four-seven-three-eight,” I blurted out. “Now you can come in or out of the gate whenever you’d like.”

  “Let’s go,” she said as she stood up and pulled me with her toward the door. “I want to practice using the code to get into your house.”

  Jenna winked at me playfully as we strolled out the door and down the street toward my house. I wanted to get us a cab or order a car, but I was enjoying walking hand-in-hand with her much too much.

  As we made our way around the corner, I pulled her into a little alcove and leaned up against the brick. The way she looked at me, it made my heart feel like it was two sizes bigger. Her eyes longed for me and drove me wild with desire.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  Without hesitation, I let our garlic lips collide. She tasted utterly delicious. The perfect mix of burgers and garlic fries. The gentle touch of my hands pulled her closer and closer to me as we hid away in the alley lost in each other’s embrace.

  Chapter 9

  Jenna

  Somehow in the midst of our running date, I’d gone from trying to get rid of this guy to not wanting to ever be away from him. Kissing him with a strong odor of garlic still on my breath was the farthest thing from my imagination when I’d agreed to a running date. The problem I had was that everything about this guy felt right. It wasn’t normal for me to be so comfortable around a guy who also made me feel like I had butterflies in my stomach.

  “Four, seven, three, eight,” I said as I punched the code to the keypad in front of Kevin’s house. “Now I can break in and wait for you naked in your bed anytime I want to.”

  “Yes, definitely do that.”

  “I’m sure I’d have to fight off all your other women.”

  “I’ve never given my code out before. There will be no fighting anyone off,” he said as we walked up the driveway.

  “Damn, that’s a lot of pressure.”

  “I think you can handle it.” Kevin punched the same code into a keypad on his front door and then pushed it open. He motioned for me to enter the building, and he was right behind me.

  This time, I didn’t stay in the entryway; instead, I walked around to the sitting area and admired the photos on the walls. He had tons of pictures of people that looked so happy. Every photo had smiling people in it and made me happy to look at them, even though I didn’t really know any of the people. But then I saw it, a large picture of a teenage girl in a ballet outfit standing on the stage.

  “Your sister?” I asked.

  “Yep, that’s Kim. She was so darn adorable.”

  “It’s so sad that she’s gone.”

  The emotion of knowing this sweet girl was no longer with us hit me hard. She was beautiful and clearly loved to dance. I couldn’t help wondering what other things she liked to do. What a horrible tragedy th
at she wasn’t around to continue pursuing her dreams.

  “When I start feeling bad for myself, I always remember Kim. She doesn’t get to live her life. She doesn’t get to go after her dreams. It pushes me to work harder and harder toward my own goals. There’s no excuse not to go after what you want in this life. If you’re alive, you have all you need.”

  “Wow, that’s profound. I never thought about it like that.”

  “Yeah, it’s hard to make excuses for anything in life when you have seen someone you love taken away at a young age,” he said as he looked over his sister’s photo with me. “Now, would you like a tour? Since we didn’t get to it the last time you came to visit.”

  “Of course. I’d love a tour.”

  I followed Kevin as he showed me around his massive home. There were rooms that looked like they weren’t used at all, like the sunroom off the side of the house. Then there were bedrooms that had beds in them but still looked as if they hadn’t been used in years.

  “Your house is actually really sad,” I muttered as we looked at a third bathroom on the top floor. “Do you ever use these rooms at all?”

  “I use this one,” Kevin teased as he threw the double doors to his bedroom open.

  “Oh, really? You use this room?”

  “Yep,” he said as he pushed me toward a chaise lounge chair that was by the window.

  His hands used my hips and steered me toward the chair before turning around and sitting in it himself. He didn’t let go of me, though and instead pulled me down so I was sitting in his lap. My arms wrapped around his neck for a gentle embrace.

  “This looks like a sex chair I saw online once.” I laughed.

  “It is.”

  “What?” I laughed and tried to get up, but he playfully held onto me. “See, I can move this cushion, and then you could straddle me.”

  Kevin lifted his butt and took the cushion out from under him. His butt slid down into the curved chair, making it into the perfect position for me to ride him. I did love being on top, and I certainly wasn’t going to say no to his offer.

  “Come here,” he groaned and pulled me closer.

  His hands grabbed for my tank top and pulled it up and over my head. Without a pause at all, he grabbed my sports bra and took it off as well. The touch of his hands warmed my skin as Kevin slid his fingers gently up and down my back. The more he moved his hands on my body, the more I wanted him. The excitement was building, and I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold myself back.

  “You take yours off,” I teased while pulling on his T-shirt.

  Although Kevin was sweaty from our day, he carried it well. Instead of looking like a tired mess, Kevin’s body glistened and begged for me to touch him. His formed abs were delicious as I moved my fingers up and down them while tilting my hips so I could feel his body below me.

  He was hard with excitement. So hard, I felt myself getting more and more excited as I rubbed against him. I needed to feel him inside me. As much as I didn’t want to seem like I was especially thirsty to have Kevin, I just couldn’t wait another moment. I frantically started to press his shorts down, and his body sprung to attention in front of me.

  “Wow.”

  “I hope that’s a good wow.” Kevin laughed.

  “Yes, a giant, very good wow.” I laughed with him and slipped onto my knees beside the chair.

  I pulled his legs around to the side and knelt between them with his body wrapped in my fingers. I felt like a seductress as I stroked him up and down while looking up at him. My movements were pleasing him; I was driving him crazy. It was so powerful to watch. This was a new place for me to be in, not the physical location of being on my knees; I’d given oral sex before, but the power that I felt was new.

  “Mmmm, yes,” he moaned low and deep.

  I moved my lips around the tip of him and slowly pressed my mouth over his body as he groaned even louder. Slowly, methodically, I moved up and down, building up the pressure and concentrating on pleasing him. The strength I felt as I stayed in control was so powerful that I didn’t want to give it up.

  He was a willing participant in letting me take the lead as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Each stroke of my mouth delivered a new and more powerful moan. Kevin was into this. He liked not being in control for a minute of his life.

  “Condom?” I asked as I took a break.

  “There,” he pointed toward the nightstand without opening his eyes at all.

  I grabbed our protection and slipped the rest of my clothes off as I made my way back to Kevin and the sex chair. Gently, I nudged him to lean back in the chair as I rolled the condom over his throbbing body. I was high from the power of the moment and straddled him while I looked down at his longing face.

  “You look so hot,” he groaned as he pressed his hips up and tried to get inside me.

  His hands pulled on my hips playfully as he urged me to slide over him, and I finally gave in. This position was intense as his hardness pressed deep into me. I let out a moan of my own while I adjusted to his girth.

  “Wow, I like this chair,” I managed to say breathlessly.

  “Mmm, I like you on top of me, on this chair,” he grunted through the pleasure.

  His hips moved slightly, and it felt as if I could orgasm before we even started moving. The positioning of his body and mine was so optimized that I hardly had to move my hips, and I felt a deep sensation of pleasure moving through my body.

  As Kevin held onto my hips and urged them to move more and more, I realized I’d lost my upper hand, and he was now in charge. I was okay with that. His hands were powerful, and his body moved with urgency as I wriggled on top of him.

  What started as slow, deep thrusts of my hips soon turned into quick deep thrusts, and I lost control of myself. My fingers dug into his chest as the pleasure pounded through me, and Kevin pressed me to continue moving on top of him. Harder, longer, deeper my body moved, and it sent sensations through me that I didn’t know how to control; I couldn’t control them.

  “Yes, oh … shit … yes,” I yelled out as my body started to release in a euphoric orgasm that radiated so hard through me.

  He delivered a short burst of thrust and let out his own moan of pleasure. But my body continued rumbling, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him as I continued to whimper in delight.

  “Again,” he whispered, his hand firm on my hips as he held me against him.

  My body listened, and another wave started deep in my center. I fell onto his chest as my legs shook, and I let him move me against his still hard body.

  “I can’t … oh, God … I’m going to …” I couldn’t even get the words out as another giant wave engulfed me.

  Sweat poured off of both of us, and I laid wrapped in his arms as I tried to catch my breath. Kevin seemed a little less out of breath than I was, but his chest still rose and fell as if he’d just finished a marathon.

  “Are you okay?” he asked cheekily as I tried to take in a deep breath.

  “I think I’m out of shape.” I giggled.

  “Nope, you’re perfectly shaped,” he said sweetly as he kissed me and then let me rest on top of him for another couple of minutes.

  Being with Kevin twice in such a short period was odd for me. I honestly didn’t get close to people this easily. Even the guys from my past that I’d had in my life for months didn’t feel as familiar to me as Kevin did. There was an energy, a power between the two of us that I couldn’t put my finger on, but it was powerful. So powerful that it scared the crap out of me.

  I could no longer deny that I wanted Kevin. I wanted what was going on between the two of us to be real, yet there was an overwhelming feeling that I’d ruined everything with my initial lies. Maybe, at some point, Kevin would have been okay with me being just an assistant at the studio, but that point was long past now. I’d lied for days. This wasn’t going to go away now; there was no way out of it, and no way to try and make things better.

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�I should go,” I said as I climbed off of him and looked around for my clothes.

  “No,” Kevin said as he pulled on my hand and made me come back to him. “Shower, we need to shower.”

  “I do need to get going soon, though.”

  “Why? You can spend the night. I gave you the code, remember? You’ll be able to sneak out any time you want,” he teased.

  “No sneaking out this time. I’m just saying, I need to get going soon. But I guess we could take a shower. I’ve been thinking about that since the last time I was here. I’ve never seen such a huge room dedicated to showering.”

  It was a room. Not just a shower. There was plenty of space for multiple people in there, and I’d even wondered how many of his famous dates had been offered a romp in the same shower I was about to climb into with him.

  “Maybe you’ll stay through the night after you feel the 16-massaging shower heads I’ve got in there.”

  “That’s a lot of massages. It’s possible I’ll change my mind and sleep here. But let’s just talk about it later, okay. I’m staying for now.”

  I absolutely hated the back and forth I felt going on between the two of us at that moment. It was like I was making excuses to leave, and he knew a rebuttal for every one of them. Leaving wasn’t a solution to my problem, though. I was going to have to take it a step further, but I just wasn’t sure if I could do or say what had to be done.

  As Kevin opened the large glass shower door and walked into the room, I stood in awe at the expense that clearly went into making this amazing shower. Not only was there the huge rainforest head right above the middle of the shower, but there was indeed a large massaging station on one side and a huge bench with another rainforest head on the other side. Kevin turned the warm water on, and the room started to fill with steam.

  “It’s a steam room too?” I asked a little surprised, even though I clearly should have assumed the shower would do pretty much anything and everything. Nothing about the shower was cheap, but it also didn’t seem like something Kevin had designed or asked for. Instead, the shower likely came with the house, and the white marble tiles were part of a design style I just didn’t see for Kevin.