Four Reasons to Come

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “This isn’t just you paying for me to do this?” she asked.

  “Nope, it’s a long-term program that dancers will be able to apply to. Obviously, I don’t have it fully set up yet, but it shouldn’t take long. And any dancer who needs it can apply. We will tentatively have five scholarships available, and each will be for one year at a time.”

  “And what was with Cassandra? Is she running the audition?”

  “Her, Elaina, and the head of the ballet. It’s going to be like any other audition. At least that’s what they told me. And from what I’ve seen, I’m pretty sure this is just a formality, and you’re about to start your career of your dreams.”

  “I’m going to be a dancer?” Jenna said as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around me. “This is real. This is actually happening?”

  I couldn’t hide my excitement for her. I grabbed her and spun her around while I kissed her neck. This moment was everything I’d hoped it would be.

  “This is the best surprise ever!” Jenna screamed as she grabbed her dance bag. “Thank you, Kevin. This is amazing.”

  “I can’t wait to watch you dance in your first show!”

  Epilogue

  Jenna

  “Ten, nine, eight,” the crowd yelled as we stood in the middle of Time Square looking up at the ball as it started to fall. “Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! Happy New Year!” we all yelled as confetti fell around us and a band played in the background.

  Kevin and I were bundled up for the cold event, but I felt warm with his arms around me as we kissed to celebrate the start of a new year. This wasn’t just the start of any new year, though; this was our third year together, and my first year dancing professionally with the New York City Ballet.

  I’d landed the job just a month before, and we’d been in rehearsals for the new show for the last three weeks. I wasn’t the top dancer at this company, but I also didn’t feel like I was the worst dancer either. My skills had been honed over the last three years at the San Francisco Ballet, and my confidence increased tenfold while I was dancing full-time.

  “I love you,” Kevin said as loudly as he could so I could hear him over the crowd.

  “I love you too babe,” I replied as we kissed a few more times to celebrate this incredible New Year.

  Kevin had even made the big decision to move with me to New York and expand his charity. He’d been dedicated to it for the last three years, and he was really quite amazing at running it. Plus, he was happier than I’d ever seen him before. The idea of making his charity a national organization was huge, but if there was anyone that could handle it, that would definitely be Kevin.

  “We need to get you home,” he yelled as we tried to navigate our way through the crowd.

  “It’s fine’ I don’t have to dance tomorrow. We are off.”

  “No, I need you naked in bed,” he whispered loudly in my ear as he playfully grabbed my butt. “I’m starting this new year off with a bang.”

  His jokes were still corning, but I loved that about Kevin. Our relationship had grown into something I’d only dreamed it could be. We laughed together. Enjoyed spending time together. We were making a future for ourselves, and I couldn’t imagine it being any better than it was at that moment.

  We hurried back to our new apartment like teenagers who were sneaking away for a quick love fest. It was exciting to be with him and have him still get me so turned on from just a whisper of his voice.

  “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I whispered as we walked toward our place.

  “You’re killing me. Do you want me to faint from lack of blood flow?” He pointed at his hardened body, and it just turned me on more. I couldn’t wait to have him. I always wanted to be with Kevin naked in bed. Even after three years together, our sex life was amazing.

  “I’m going to tease you all night long,” I said as I put my hand on his hard member and grabbed it a little. “Let’s get moving, slowpoke.”

  “Careful, I sort of like this aggressive side of you,” Kevin said as his body pulsed in my hand.

  “Wait until I get my first paycheck. I’m buying some handcuffs so I can use them on you.” I playfully squeezed him. “You won’t be saying that you like this side of me then.”

  “Yes, I will!”

  We both laughed at the idea. It was so fun to be with Kevin. I knew if I ever wanted to try something playful or kinky, he was going to be down for it. I was free in the bedroom and in life now that I had Kevin by my side.

  As we burst through the door to our apartment, we frantically started undressing each other as we made our way to our bedroom. I’d pushed for us to get as normal an apartment as possible in New York, but Kevin insisted on living on the upper east side so we could be in a good neighborhood. Finally, we compromised and got a small two bedroom apartment instead of a much larger one that he could have bought, and we were at the edge of the neighborhood he wanted. It wasn’t much, but it was ours. Our very first place together.

  Making love to Kevin was like home to me. As our bodies moved and moaned in perfect timing, I knew he was the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. I wasn’t one of those girls who needed to be married, though, and I wasn’t about to drop hints or push him toward that. What we had was enough for me. What we had was perfection.

  “I love you so much,” Kevin groaned as his body built up closer and closer to orgasm.

  My fingers dug into his back, and my pelvis tilted toward him as I felt my own body building up to explosion. Orgasms were an every night occurrence in our life now, and I couldn’t even imagine what my life was like without this nightly release of pleasure.

  “I … love … you … too,” I screamed as my body released, and I felt the utter shiver of pleasure radiating throughout me.

  The energy and connection between the two of us hadn’t dimmed at all since we’d been together. In fact, the longer I was with Kevin, the more I was positive that he and I were meant to be together. We were the perfect match. He was the Yin to my Yang.

  As we fell asleep in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help being grateful for the way my life had been turned around by Kevin. Not just because of his love, but because of the way he made me a better person. He pushed me to go for the things I’d always been afraid to go after. He stood behind me while I went after those things as well. It was by far the best relationship I could have ever hoped for.

  ***

  By Tuesday morning, I was up early and ready for my show. I couldn’t wait to take part in my debut performance. I was nervous but excited about this first step in my dream job.

  “How are you doing?” Kevin asked as we got up and started to get ready for the day.

  “I’m scared I’m going to fall on my face.” I laughed.

  “How about I walk with you to the theater and then I’ll head to work from there? I’d really love to be there with you for this first day.”

  Kevin had walked me to work a couple other times since we’d moved to town. It was a fun way for us to talk and get our days started in the best possible way. I couldn’t think of a better way to help calm my nerves before the big show.

  “Yes, that would be perfect. Oh, by the way, I heard from Elaina and my family. They will be landing just after lunch. Are you sure you’ll be okay picking them up?”

  “Of course. I can’t wait to have everyone out here. We are going to be cheering for you as loud as possible through the entire show.”

  “My part is so small, please don’t cheer too loud.” I laughed.

  We finished our breakfast and were heading down the street in under a half an hour. Although I still had the whole day before my first performance, I had a day filled with costume adjustments and dress rehearsals. The adrenaline was pumping, though, and I expected I’d be pretty wired for the day ahead.

  “We won’t go too crazy with the cheering. But we will be so excited. I’m really glad everyone could find it in their schedule to come out,” Kevin added as we got
closer to the theater.

  I could feel my pulse radiating through my neck as I saw the marquee to the theater. This was it; this was literally my dream, and I was about to live it. It was utterly amazing. We gave each other a few kisses and said our goodbyes as Kevin made his way to his new office, and I went into the theater.

  The day was busy, but this dance company was run so smoothly that I hardly had time to feel stressed out at all. There was a catered lunch for us since we were at the theater all day long, and the manager even came around and wished us all the best for our opening night. It was definitely a better run organization than the San Francisco one, although things had changed a lot there over the past three years. Even Cassandra had turned things around and was actually somewhat decent as a leader.

  When I left San Francisco, it wasn’t because I hated the ballet program there, but instead, I was just focused on my dreams of dancing in New York.

  By the time we got called up to the stage for the opening curtain, the butterflies in my stomach were in full-blown attack mode. I’d never been that nervous before and could hardly feel my fingers as the curtain pulled back and we made our way onto the stage for the opening scene.

  As the evening wore on, my nerves dwindled, and my training took over, though. I hit every mark, and I felt confident in my abilities by the end of the evening. I had been so wrapped up in my dance that I hadn’t even noticed my family and friends cheering for me until the final curtain call as the lights came up on the audience.

  Then as I looked over at Kevin, he started to walk down the aisle toward the front of the stage. Everyone around him was standing, and he kneeled down and pulled a light blue box out of his jacket pocket.

  I’m not sure why it took me so long to figure out what was going on. But I stared at him for a good twenty seconds before it registered what he was doing. Kevin was smiling from ear to ear, and I saw my family jumping up and down with excitement.

  “Will you marry me?” he said loudly.

  Although I couldn’t exactly hear him, I read his lips and knew that was what he was saying. One of the dancers next to me grabbed my hand and squeezed it as I smiled and nodded my head yes.

  We finished our bow and ran backstage to change. I tried to hurry as fast as I could, but everyone kept stopping me and asking me if that was my boyfriend. It was nearly half an hour later when I finally burst through the backstage door and looked frantically around for Kevin and my family.

  I ran up to the front of the building, and sure enough, there they were. Everyone that I loved so much all in one place. My mother, my brothers, my friends, and my boyfriend.

  “Do it again,” Stacy yelled toward Kevin.

  He didn’t hesitate and was on his knee again, this time on the hard cement sidewalk in front of my theater. He pulled out the blue Tiffany’s box, and this time I was able to see the amazing ring he had picked out. It just showed me how much he truly knew who I was and the sort of things that I liked. Kevin had obviously been paying attention over the last three years because the ring was a dream.

  Without ever talking about what sort of ring I liked or didn’t like, Kevin had managed to pick the most perfect piece of jewelry that I’d ever seen. It had a large diamond in the middle and was surrounded by several small diamonds. The light reflected off the ring and sparkled like it had a headlight in it or something like that.

  “Jenna Andover, meeting you has been a dream that I never knew I wanted to have. I can’t imagine spending my life without you, and I’d love it if you’d agree to be my wife,” Kevin said as his eyes started to water.

  He pulled the ring out and held it up to me. I couldn’t talk; the tears were overcoming me. This moment was the culmination of every dream I’d ever had as a little girl and some that I hadn’t even dared to dream. We were surrounded by my loved ones and about to start the rest of our life together. It was perfection.

  “Yes,” I blurted out through my tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”

  THE END

  Thank you so much for reading!

  Don’t stop now, I’ve got more exciting stories for you in this book!

  I hope you enjoyed “Her Savior”. The fun is not over! To show you my appreciation, I’ve included a few extra stories – I’m sure you will love them all!

  HIS HUGE ROCK

  Sarah J. Brooks

  Copyright © 2017 by Sarah J. Brooks

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  Chapter 1

  Wyatt

  “Ladies, how about we buy you a drink and you ravish us with your good looks,” Merrick said to a couple of executive types only a few moments after we had walked into Uber Elite.

  “Sure,” the young blonde said as she looked up at Merrick adoringly.

  Merrick had a way with the ladies. So did I, if I was being honest, but when the two of us were together, Merrick took the lead, and I played wingman. We were both very much alpha males, but together that just never worked, so one of us had to step back. Since he also happened to be my boss, I usually let him take the lead on our nights out.

  Uber Elite was one of our favorite clubs, not just because it was filled with beautiful women, but because it was the high end version of a dance club. The crystal chandeliers draped over mahogany tables with luxuriously upholsters chairs were just the right pace for Merrick and I.

  “What would you like darling?” I asked the young brunette as I moved next to the friend.

  “Appletini,” she said with confidence.

  I cringed. The Appletini was made famous by a television show, and there were so many women who thought they were being hip and cool because they ordered it. I wasn’t even sure they liked the damn drink, but inevitably I knew this girl wasn’t an independent woman if she was so easily swayed by the popular television show drink. I preferred my women to be more independent and less willing to just follow the flow.

  It wasn’t as if following trends was a totally bad thing, but if a woman couldn’t even make up her own mind about a drink, I had no confidence in our ability to get along. Even though I’d likely only be with her a night, or possibly two, New York was filled with enough women that I could pick and choose who I wanted to bring home with me.

  “Me too,” the blonde said to Merrick.

  “Of course,” he said with a wide grin. “Two apple martinis,” Merrick ordered.

  We stayed with the two young ladies for a torturous 30 minutes before I was able to finally break Merrick away from them. They were nice enough girls, but at some point, the torture of dealing with their personalities didn’t outweigh the pleasure of a night of sex.

  Even though I was a firm believer in the one-night stand, I still had to hunt for my women. I secretly hoped that I would meet a woman that was so perfect that I would give up my ways and decide to keep her around. So in that hope, I was picky about the women I eventually chose for the night.

  “Come on, Wyatt; those girls would have been easy lays!” He scoffed as we walked away.

  “They are wannabe investors who just moved to New York and think they have the world figured out. The snotty attitude and lack of originality are so old. I’m picking the next targets. I would much rather spend my time with a halfway decent girl than utter vanilla boredom.”

  “So let me get this straight. A highly educated woman, who works in investing, like you do, and happens to like a popular alcoholic drink, is vanilla and boring?”

  I could tell he was trying to mock my standards, but I couldn’t help it. I worked in an office all day long with these same types of women. I had dated these same women for my entire adult life. It was old and boring, and I wanted someone different. There were more women in New York than men by thousands and thousands; I had the room to be
picky and find what I wanted.

  “Yes, exactly. How about that girl? She’s got to be here with someone. Go talk to her and see what’s up,” I said as I pointed to an eclectic looking redhead across the room.

  “She looks like a handful in the bedroom; I’d love to give her a ride on my meat stick.”

  I cringed as he made his way over to the woman. I could tell there was a blonde woman standing behind her, but, she was turned around talking to another man. The redhead seemed flattered when Merrick came to talk to her, at least for a few seconds. But then his blaringly obvious personality struck her, and I couldn’t help laughing as I watched the girl and her facial expressions while trying to get rid of Merrick.

  It wasn’t very often that a woman said no to his charm and attitude, though. Women in New York were starving for polite guys and often caved to any decent guy that managed a few minutes of conversation with them. Merrick was good; his confidence and wealth sealed the deal in most situations. But on this night, the girl was obviously not amused, and I ended up laughing out loud as I watched her start yelling at him. The redhead’s friend turned around briefly, and I quickly turned around to so I wasn’t seen laughing and watching the whole scene.

  When Merrick returned to me, I was doubled over in tears of laughter from the whole thing. It wasn’t often that Merrick Stanley couldn’t close the deal with a hot woman. And I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had straight out yelled at him like that.

  “Shut it; you couldn’t have landed her either. She was crazy,” Merrick defended himself. “I’m looking for a girl with substance that also likes to play all night long in the bedroom. I’ve got high standards.”

  We continued to socialize with ladies for an hour or so, but nothing seemed to stick. It was all my pickiness that held us back, and I knew it. Merrick would have slept with any one of the women we had encountered up to that point.