Page 44 of The Soul of Archer
Lance leaned in and kissed her sweetly as he continued to hold her while making his way toward the sofa in the living room area. He sat down and tucked her into his lap and just held her, Alora’s head laying against his heart. For the first time in years, Lance felt completely at peace. Like everything was finally falling into place for him. Something he thought would never happen after what Tegan had done to him.
***
Lance opened the door and grinned, “Hey Carter.”
“Hey Lance.” Carter walked in carrying a small duffel bag. “So, how long before she gets back?”
“Alora will be done in the spa in about three hours.”
“Then let’s get started.”
Lance and Carter had been best friends since they met in sixth grade. Carter was the opposite of Lance. Outgoing, boisterous, and a friend of everyone. Their senior year he had joined a dance group with his sister and had found his calling. He was now one of the headliners for the MEN Male Revue, an all-male dance troupe a lot like Chippendale's. Course, when he started dancing some of the guys in their high school teased him and said he was gay. Carter simply laughed. Carter then proved his sexual orientation at the fall formal when he showed up with the prettiest girl in school. Carter and Joceylyn were married a year later and when he joined MEN, she came on board as the dance choreographer.
“How’s Joceylyn?” Lance asked.
“Joce is great. She and Justin are visiting our folks this weekend. When I told her about this she was grinning like the damned Cheshire cat and threw in a few tips for us to use.”
Lance snorted out a laugh. He had always liked Joceylyn. Next to his teammates at Blackout, Carter and Joceylyn were his oldest friends. “How is old is my godson now? About seven?”
“Turns seven in October. God, I can’t believe how big he is. Already he says he wants to either be a dancer like me or a Marine like his Uncle Lance.” Carter chuckled.
“Steer him toward dance.” Lance grinned.
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Alora felt like a new woman. After an early dinner at Sullivan’s, Lance brought her back to the hotel and dropped her off at the spa. She had been rubbed, massaged and pampered. A fresh mani/pedi, and she felt like her whole body was glowing. Lance had continued to surprise her over these last few weeks. When they first met she had stereotyped him as the strong silent type, and yes, he was to a point. But she found that if you were part of his inner circle, he was a different person. He cared about those he considered his. His teammates, Krista, his parents and now her. He was loyal and protective of his friends and family, but to someone on the outside who didn’t know him, he was silent and broody.
‘How did I get so lucky to have found him?’She thought as she walked into the suite.
Alora froze. The suite was almost completely dark. The shades pulled on the windows and the only light was coming from a few candles scattered around the room. She was about to call out for Lance when she felt him slide up beside her. She released the tense breath she had been holding when his hands moved to her shoulders as he slipped behind her. Lance dropped a kiss on the side of her neck.
“Lance, what’s going on?”
“I want you to go into the bedroom and put on the outfit I have laid out for you. When you come out, have a seat in the chair. No, don’t ask questions. Trust me Tigress.”
“Always.” She nodded.
She slipped from his light embrace and walked into the bedroom. Again, the room was dark except for nearly two dozen candles scattered throughout the room bathing it in a low golden glow, along with the smell of sunflowers, her favorite, perfumed the air. On the bed was a two-piece outfit. A short black and purple mini skirt and a matching corset top. She had seen a similar outfit at a shop in the mall with Krista a week before they left Austin and had commented that it looked like something she would wear out to a dance club. Giggling, she quickly stripped out of the tank top and Capri's she wore and pulled on the outfit. As she picked up the top she spotted the note in Lance’s block handwriting telling her to go commando under the outfit. Her heart started to speed up and she felt her body start tingling in anticipation. Once dressed, she exited the bedroom and walked into the living room and as he instructed, took a seat in the backless chair positioned in the middle of the room. It was then she noticed the furniture had been pushed back against the wall.
A few moments after she sat downThunderby Imagine Dragons filled the room and lights began flashing. Alora felt her breath catch as a man she didn’t recognize danced in from the shadows. She nearly jumped when strong hands came to rest on her shoulders. Lance. His hands rubbing her shoulders and neck as she watched the other man. His strong, callused hands caused a delicious friction against her bare skin. She shivered when Lance leaned down, his breath tickling her ear causing her skin break out in gooseflesh.
“Welcome to your fantasy.”
The man moved closer to her, his shirt now dropping behind him while Lance remained behind her. The combination of candle light and flashing stage lighting set a unique mood. Intimate and sensual. The song changed to one Alora had recently fallen in love with thanks to Spotify,Desireby Meg Myers. As the tone of the music changed so did the movements of both Lance and the man. Sitting in the chair, she now found herself sandwiched between them. Lance at her back and the other man at her front their scents washing over her. Lance’s leather and sandalwood while the other man smelt of spices. The two mixing and weaving around her, invading her nostrils. Lance gently gripped her upper arms, helping her stand. Her breath was coming in pants now as her mind started painting pictures.
“This what you imagined with me and Gage? Hmm? You between us?” Lance whispered, his hands coming around her securely holding her against him.
“Y…yes.”
“Carter, shall we help her dance?”
“I think so Lance.” Carter smiled.
Alora trembled as Lance and Carter both laid their hands on her body, helping her move with them to the sensual beat. She vaguely noticed that Carter’s hands remained in a neutral position on her waist while Lance’s seemed to be sliding everywhere. They moved from her belly, one upward the other down and behind her. The feel of Lance’s hands on her along with Carter’s was doing wicked thing to her. Carter’s hands were smooth yet strong as he held her waist, moving her in rhythm with him. Lance’s left hand cupped one of her breasts making it swell to fit the curve of his palm while his right hand slipped under the mini skirt palming one of her ass cheeks, making her whimper and press back into him.
“That’s it Tigress, dance with us. Let your mind free as you feel us.” Lance ordered, nipping her ear with his teeth.
That seemed to be Carter’s cue, because his hands now joined Lance’s in the teasing of her body. Carter pressed in close his hands sliding sensually down her hips and over the top of her thighs. She let her head fall back against Lance’s shoulder when Lance cupped both breasts, teasing her nipples through the material of the corset top she wore. Both men pressed tighter against her as the music changed yet again. Alora felt herself climbing higher as her nipples tingled and her clit started throbbing. Her corset top was loosened and pulled free by both men, their fingertips brushing her sensitive nipples and smooth skin. With her breasts now bare and two sets of hands and fingers teasing them Alora gave into them, her body no longer her own, but their instrument to play as they saw fit. She felt Lance and Carter switch places and barely opened her eyes to find Lance was now in front of her his eyes burning in the low light with hunger. Raw and fierce.
