Page 65 of The Way We Dance

Not this time.

With more force than I intended, I shoved her back, causing her to gasp and squeal as she fell backward into the bed. I hoped that if she was hurt, she would say something and stop me, but the look on her face told me I didn't push hard enough.

I climbed on top of her and flipped her over, pulling her ass up into the air in front of me. If she was going to make me feel like an animal, we were going to fuck like animals.

I slid into her from behind and didn't give her time to adjust before I pulled out and pounded back inside of her. This wasn't our first time and I knew she could handle me. We were both dripping and as ready as we were going to get; and I couldn’t think of one good reason to go slow and steady when instinct was telling me to demolish her.

Our moans started echoing in the room and the music in the living room was a background to our noises. The sound of our bodies slapping together created the full scene—like the perfect music for our perfect dance.

“Ty,” Giselle moaned. “Ty…”

“Come with me, baby,” I said as I slapped both hands down on the cheeks of her ass and kept my punishing movement. “You better come now, Miss Priss, because I’m about to fill that pussy up.”

I felt her before I heard her, squeezing me from the inside as a gush of warm wetness created more lubricant. I couldn’t hold off, knowing she was coming. I let go and if I was any less of the man I claimed to be, I would have shed a tear over how amazing I felt in that moment.

Touchdowns be damned.

Super Bowls could go fuck themselves.

I would give it all up to feel like this with Giselle, over and over again.

Feelings weren’t something I was comfortable with and ruining that moment with feeling too much wasn't something I wanted to do, so I tamped my thoughts down and enjoyed it for what it was.

Whatever it was.

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"I thinkI am going to call Mrs. Watson and check on Reggie." Giselle was gently stroking her fingers across my chest as we laid in my bed.

"That’s a good idea," I whispered. The reminder of Reggie reminded me of Mike. I guess Sam and I were more alike than I thought since we both had older brothers caught in a web of poor decisions and dangerous situations.

For a while, every time my phone rang, I expected it to be the cops or a hospital calling to tell me Mike was dead. He seemed to escalate his dealings and I knew one day he would run out of luck and run into someone more dangerous than he was.

I usually loved when he came to visit me in Atlanta because it meant he was safe for a while. Until this summer, the most he had ever stayed was a week and that was what I expected him to do this time. Now it seemed he was out causing trouble in my town and it pissed me off.

When Giselle and I had been talking earlier, I left out the part about Mike being as much trouble as he was. All she needed to know was that he and I had an unsettled relationship.

Admittedly, I had to give Mike credit. He left when he said he would. He kicked Marcus and Devon to the curb for crossing lines, even though I was sure they were way deeper lines than most people had. It still made me feel better that Mike had standards.

I smiled down at Giselle and also thought about Mike being interested in her. The odds of him seeing her and wanting to start something up with her were astronomical. Those odds were something that should have been running through my head more than they were. At that moment in time, all I could think of was how thankful I was that he backed off.

Every bit of me knew Giselle wouldn't give Mike the time of day, but fighting with my brother, and the risk of her pushing me away, was much less with him out of that picture.

"Are you going to let me tell Sam you are a ballerina?" she giggled as she asked and it made me want to say yes. But that part of me was still on lockdown.

"No," I tickled her for good measure and she squealed. "That is our little secret, Miss Priss."

"Speaking of which, that touchdown dance was… something else."

"Ha, I thought it was damn impressive. I choreographed it just for you."

"As honored as I am, it gave me good insight into what we needed to work on in our next lesson." She leaned up on her elbow and looked down at me, smiling. "Lots and lots of pas de chat practice."

"Is that what I did? Shit, I’m better than I thought I was. I was just trying to jump."

Giselle leaned down and kissed me softly. No tongue, no open mouth. Just soft pecks that started on my lips and led down to my chest. Did she know what she was doing to me?

I took as much as I could before throwing the covers over our heads and gently making love to her. Slow and methodical. Sweet and tender. A first for me.

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