Page 16 of Dream Lover
Her foot faltered, knee buckled, her left heel snapped, and her face smacked into my brother’s lap as she went down to the floor.
Drew laughed it up, grabbing the back of her head and bobbing it up and down, giving the impression she was giving him a blow job while her friends cackled and took pictures with their phones. I shook my head and grinned on the inside, seeing the mortified expression etched on her face as she wrenched herself away from my brother’s hand.
Rebecca limped to the side while Drew grabbed her clothes. “Carley and Joe, you’re up. That means Quinn is dead last,” she sneered, and I rolled my eyes. Becky was even a bitch when she was hurt. Good to know.
Conner grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. His reassuring touch was all I needed. There was something about this man that had me.
Carley wasted no time getting down to Britney Spears, bumping and grinding all over Joe as though she were a professional. After her bad luck with the pole in class she avoided it all together, focusing solely on her man. At one point she bent over on all fours with her ass up in the air, doing some move that made her booty clap.
Joe was loving every second of it as he reached into his pocket and grabbed dollar bills, throwing them at her as she teased, flipping her skirt up at him. It was a good dance, and Joe was going to get lucky later.
“That’s good enough,” Rebecca harped, shocking everyone in the room. Carley just looked at Rebecca, then finished up what she was doing. I loved that for her.
Becky was totally jealous of Carley’s show for Joe. Classic mean girl behavior, and Becky was the queen of that. “Quinn, you’re up.”
“I’m going to be sick. My little sister and my best friend,” Drew grumbled, and Rebecca smirked as she slid a black eye mask over his face. At least she had a small bit of compassion for my brother. It made me wonder if I did fall on my ass, if she’d rip it off so he could see.
I tried to ignore them both as I rose and followed Conner to the center of the room where he sat. He looked damn sexy sitting in that chair. Dark tousled hair, those blue eyes vibrant and trained on me, only me. His sleeves were pushed up showing off his muscular forearms.
The song I chose was a bit of a slap in the face, one I hoped I didn’t end up regretting. It was a double-edged sword, but it fit—sort of. The opening beats to The Weeknd hummed through the space, slow and steady.
Closing my eyes, the thumps of music flowed through me, and my body began to move sensuously, hips swaying and feeling the rhythm.
Hand wrapped around the pole, gliding up and down preparing. Starting off slow with one hand up high, I arched my feet up and swung around twice before stopping, stepping slightly away then rolling my hips from one side to the other.
My confidence rose as I leapt up, leg wrapping around the pole and dress inching up my thighs. Doing exactly what my coach taught me, I clamped my muscles to control the speed of how I fell, keeping it in tune with the beat.
This time no screeching of the flesh to metal. Thank you, baby powder!
Each of my moves were calculated, my eyes catching Conner’s and not leaving him. I was dancing—for Conner. No one else in that room existed but us.
My body moved in ways I never knew it could. Legs sweeping the floor as I twirled, arms following, my dress holding up perfectly. Throwing in some perfectly timed hair tossing, back arching and legs stretching, I felt damn good. Better than I’d felt in a really long time.
Conner’s eyes dilated, his lips parted, and a look of unadulterated hunger was written all over him. I had never felt more desired or wanted by another human being in my life. This only spurred me on, trying some of the moves that Sheila had done in her opening and loving the reaction from my guy.
Only briefly did my attention stray, and that was only because Laura slapped Bruce across the chest and snapped at him. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but the look on her face had said enough.
Returning my focus on Conner, I crawled toward him on hands and knees, like a lioness ready to pounce, hoping he could see the desire for him in my eyes. Up on my knees before him, my body jolted fluidly with my hands on my knees as I rolled my head back and flung my hair from side to side.
Conner’s hands were clutched at his sides, knuckles turning white. I got a huge amount of glee from this. Slowly I slithered to a standing position, my arms going all the way up. I could feel Conner’s heat, and my core throbbed.
Without a second thought, hand behind my back, I went for the zipper of my dress and dropped it in one fell swoop to the floor in a puddle at my feet.
My black lace bra with crisscrossing straps across the front and back and the matching thong were revealed. The straps on the black lace underwear cut across my hips, showing off my curves.
Conner’s gaze raked up my body as I continued to dance to the music. He surprised me by rising, grabbing my hands, and jerking me into his solid body. Tossing his coat over my shoulders as he said, “Sorry, guys, show’s over. This sex kitten is all mine.” His voice snapped out in a feral growl that made me quiver with need. A need for him so desperate I could hardly keep up as he yanked me out the room and toward the elevators, all thoughts of everyone in the room disappearing.
Tension crackled between us the short ride up to our room. I wanted to reach for him, but Conner was quiet, breathing hard yet still. I felt confused as hell. He wanted me. I knew it, but when we got to the room, he went straight to the bathroom, locked the door, and hopped in the shower.
That sure as hell was an ego deflation.
Conner
KISSING BURNS OFF 6.4 CALORIES A SECOND. WANNA EXERCISE?
“Everyone,go get ready and meet downstairs in thirty minutes to hear today’s challenge. Dress casual and be sure to have fresh breath,” Rebecca announced with a clap. Truly I wasn’t ready for another challenge.
The one last night almost broke me.
