Page 30 of The Virgin's Dance
No. Pilot Scamo would not get his happy ever after. They were just for fairy tales.
As Grace took to the stage, Boh leaned forward and Pilot watched her face change to one of wonder. He loved that she adored her friend’s dancing so much, that there wasn’t a spitefully competitive bone in her body. He turned his attention towards the stage now. If he was honest, he had no idea what constituted a good ballet, but Boh was right when she told him to concentrate on what the dancers were doing with their bodies. Some of it was quite astonishing, and he found himself thinking of ways he could capture that movement, that flow in his camera. He still had to complete his commitment to the ballet for their publicity shots, and this ballet was helping him how to understand their bodies better.
He stroked Boh’s back and she smiled at him. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Always, with you.”
She leaned into him, her eyes on the stage. “Look at her, Pilot. She’s sensational.”
They watched Grace during the short ballet and when she took her bow, they both stood and applauded her. She saw them in the box and gave them a wave and a grin as she left the stage.
“Whoop, whoop,” Boh said happily as they retook their seats for the final part,Diamonds.Pilot loved that she was so excited. His eyes drifted around the room, and his heart sank. Eugenie was staring at them. Seeing his scrutiny, she gave him a sarcastic wave. Pilot looked away, annoyed. Goddamn that woman; couldn’t he have one night without a reminder of her?
“Boh?”
She looked around at him. “Yeah, babe?”
“How would you feel about moving in with me?”
She blinked, obviously taken aback. “What?”
“I’m looking for a new apartment, somewhere … new. A new life, with you. If it’s too soon, say so, and honestly, that’s fair enough. But I’d like you to consider it, if you would.”
Boh’s eyes were a little troubled. “I will think about it, Pilot. I promise.”
But he could tell she was a little discombobulated by his request and he couldn’t quite believe he’d made it himself. What was he thinking? They’d been dating for less than a month.
But something in his gut told him it was right, that this wasitfor him.Careful now, there was a time when you thought the same thing about Genie. He gave a snort.No.He’d never felt that way about his ex-wife.Ever.Looking back now, Genie had done all the running, eventually wearing him down until he dated her, then proposing to him. He’d balked, then she’d played the oldest trick in the book—the unplanned, fictitious pregnancy. He’d been distraught when she’d “lost” it. Only after the divorce had been finalized had she told him there never was any baby. By then, all he’d felt was relief; one thing less to tie him to her.
After the ballet ended, they had a drink with Grace and her fellow dancers, then Pilot took Boh back to his apartment. “About earlier,” he said as they walked into it, “I didn’t mean to freak you out. It’s just … put it this way. I’m looking for a new apartment, somewhere my ex-wife knows nothing about. I’d like it if you were to come with me, give me your opinion on the places, help me choose somewhere that, maybe, one day you could see yourself living too. Whether that’s this weekend or five years in the future …”
Boh rolled her eyes, grinning. “Dude, chill, I’ll move in with you.”
For a second, he didn’t process what she’d said, and now Boh began to laugh at his confusion. “You will?”
“Yes, you doofus!” He picked her up and swung her around, utterly joyful.
“Put me down, you big lug,” she laughed and when he had set her on her feet, she took his face in her hands. “I love you, Pilot Scamo. I amsoin love with you. Of course, I’ll move in with you, regardless of how stupid-fast this is.”
Pilot could hardly speak. “You love me?”
“Utterly, completely, truly, madly, deeply, all the adverbs, all of ’em, and—” She didn’t get to finish her sentence before his lips were against hers, his arms around her tightly.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Not wanting to ruin her ballgown, he unzipped the back slowly and she stepped out of the layers of tulle. She pulled at his bowtie, pretended to blindfold him with it, then threw it to one side. “I have to see your eyes,” she said, “they’re so beautiful. When you look at me like that … God, Pilot …”
She pulled his shirt from his pants and he grinned. “Impatient girl.”
“I want you naked …” She looked up at him from underneath long, thick lashes. “I want to go on top tonight, Pilot Scamo.”
They stripped each other quickly, and Boh straddled him, stroking his cock against her belly, rolling the condom down it, caressing his balls, then running hands over his stomach. Pilot felt his muscles contracting under her touch. In the faint moonlight, her body looked like gold, her full breasts gently bouncing as she moved. He ran a fingertip between her breasts, down her stomach until it dipped into her navel. She shivered with pleasure at his touch.
“I love you,” he said simply. “I think I might have loved you from the first time we talked. I’ve never had this connection with anyone. You’re amazing.”
“I’m just me,” she said softly, but he could see tears in her eyes. “But I love you too, big boy.”
Trust her to make him laugh. “Goofy.”
“Doofus.” She knelt and guided his cock inside her, moaning as he filled her sweet, velvety cunt. “God, Pilot, I’ll never get tired of this, of making love with you.” She rode him gently at first, then as his hand snaked between her legs to stroke her clit, she quickened her pace, driving her hips hard against his. He gripped her buttocks hard and she moved faster as her excitement built.
