Page 64 of Dare
Ican’t take it, the sound of his voice, the slow, devastating strokes, and theway he pauses to gyrate his hips, sending darts of pleasure shooting throughme. “Dare,” I plead.
“Iknow,” he soothes. “You’re so close. All you have to do is ask for it, darlin’.”
Allpride goes out the window when he delivers another languorous stroke as if hecould do this all night. “Please, make me come.”
“Yeah?”he murmurs, leaning over me again. “Like this?”
Thepad of his finger rubs one, two, three small circles on my clit, while hedrives deep and fast. I can’t believe the sound that comes from my throat. I’venever screamed from an orgasm. I always thought it was exaggerated, somethingdone in porn for the men’s sake, but I was wrong. He pushes me over the edgeand I lose my fucking mind, screaming his name as I come harder than I everhave in my life.
AsI regain my senses, his voice fills my ear. “I’m not done with you, babe. Noteven close.”
Therest of the night is a sex soaked blur. I think he manages to take me on everysurface in his apartment. It’s nearly dawn when I beg for mercy, and we finallyfall asleep.
Mybody aches and I groan as I open my eyes the next morning. Dare’s bright bluesare staring at me, a satisfied grin on his face. “Ugh, what are you smilingabout? I think you killed me.”
“Andyou loved every second of it.” His palm lands on my ass with a sharp crack.“Get up. Sadie called. Says she has some big news she has to tell you inperson.”
“She’scoming over?”
“Onher way. I’ll go make us some coffee.” He drops a kiss on my forehead beforerushing out of the room. His upbeat mood makes me smile. After weeks of mopingaround, all it took was a night of kinky sex to cheer him up. I’ll have to keepthat in mind.
Dareand I are sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee when Sadie shows upwith a huge box of donuts. “Did you wipe out the bakery?” I laugh, and her facelights up.
“We’recelebrating.”
“Okay,what are we celebrating?”
“Karma,”she announces, grabbing a cup of coffee and joining us. “You’ll never guess whowas just assigned to me as a patient.” She doesn’t give us time to guess beforeannouncing her news. “Victoria.”
Ipause with a donut halfway to my mouth. “Seriously?”
“Yep.She was performing the night before last and shattered her knee. It’s bad.She’ll walk again, but her dancing days are over.”
Wow.Just like that. This woman ruined my life, put me in the hospital for months inthe worst agony a person can feel. Then proceeded to rub it in every chance shegot. I can’t deny a part of me is thrilled to know she’s lost the thing sheloved most, the same way I did when dance was taken from me.
Butit wasn’t really taken from me. I’m not capable of performing professionally,but I can still dance, still teach and pass on my love of the art. I may havescars I have to live with, but more and more, I’m being shown that they don’tmatter nearly as much to others as I thought they did. I mean, I did manage toland the hottest man I’ve ever seen in person.
Daretilts his head, catching my gaze. “Ayda? What’s wrong? I thought you’d behappy.”
“Iam, but it just seems wrong to revel in someone else’s pain, no matter how muchthey deserve it.”
“Don’ttell me you feel sorry for that bitch!” Sadie exclaims.
“Notat all, but I can’t, you know, celebrate it either.”
Darewraps his arm around my shoulders. “You are too damn good for me.”
“Yeah,she is,” Sadie agrees before I can argue with him.
“Sadie!”
“Sorry,he’s right. You’re too damn good-hearted. You make the rest of us look bad.”
Ishove her shoulder. “I am not, and I do not. Are you taking her as a patient?”
Sadiethrows her head back, laughing, her blond ponytail swinging. “Hell no. I toldmy boss I have a conflict of interest. When he asked me what is was, I told himI hate her and there’s a better chance I’d kick her in the knee than try toimprove its function. He took me off of her case. Turns out it didn’t matteranyway. Her insurance company dropped her because she hasn’t paid the premiums,so she got kicked to the indigent hospital. Guess there isn’t much money indancing, huh?”
Myeyes dart to Dare, who can’t hide a grin. He shrugs. “Sometimes, people getwhat they deserve.”
