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The opening guitar chords and the anticipated drum accompaniment lands like a meteor crashing on the audience. They go crazy!
“Wild Thing!”
My arms raise in the air, and I join the other thousands of people experiencing the music to their core. I begin to dance and know he is watching. Meeting his gaze, I mouthshake it, shake it wild thing,while playing air guitar. Wish he would. Right in my face. Ohhhhh. I saw that. The little jaw muscle that tightened in pleasure. Must be directly connected to my vagina. More specifically my clit. It is unanimous. Both twitched in agreement with my brain.
An arm wraps around my waist and draws me to him. Like he has done it a thousand times and it is the most natural thing in the world. I love the feeling. As he takes my hat and puts it on his own head, I almost melt. No words needed.
He begins to move with me, against me. Not aggressively, but smoothly, with rhythm. Sex becoming dance. We take it to a half time beat, and the song becomes a ballad. Sexy, hot, erotic. Where’s that dictionary? There has to be better words. This desire is undefinable. I don’t care what friendship rules we are breaking, or how it will play out. I am too overcome with longing. Desire has the con.
I get lost in the moment, his manly face. The tiny wrinkles around soulful eyes. And graying strands. Aren’t they fantastic looking? Manly. The aging thing looks beautiful on Aargon. Especially with the quiet confidence. Then I feel his cock, not exactly pushing against me, but undeniably there. I stop thinking about everything else.
He laughs when I put my arm around his waist and pull us closer. Seeing pleasure on his face is an aphrodisiac. I go a bit farther, and become the female ape, calling to the mighty Silverback, when I turn my back and let my ass just barely touch his front.Take that!His strong hand tightens around my waist, in a grip that would be hard to break. Who wants to? We sway.
Layla’s watching.
CHAPTER 9
Aargon
“Here’s to my talented daughter-in-law! And to a wonderful evening!”
Dad made three late night mimosa toasts when we were at breakfast. When the toastee wasactuallythere, across the table. She, Sam, and Nobel took off as soon as they could, so this last raising of his glass is to a phantom. That does not stop the man. Gaston Lyon is in his cups, as my mother so elegantly put things. Being encouraged by my son and the twins has not helped.
“I’ll drink to that, Papa!”
Bloodshot eyes try focusing on Teddy and his cell.
“Am I on camera? This is my best side. Here.”
He taps the left side of his face and angles himself.
Teddy nods. “I got you.”
“I would like to tell the world about how beautiful my Aurora looked tonight.”
He picks up a grey curl from Mom’s long hair and twists it around his finger. One raised palm from her stops the filming. Teddy obeys without question, and Dad doesn’t argue either. How did she do that?
“Enough champagne, Gaston. Put that phone down too. Enough.”
Taking her face in hand, Dad lays a kiss on her lips.
“Don’t worry, mon cheri. I’m the King of the Jungle, remember?”
She chuckles and takes his chin.
“I remember.”
“Maybe I will grab you with my teeth and carry you over the threshold again. Like a cub.”
“Stop it!” Van says. “Can’t you two wait till we get to the hotel?”
A sleepy Scarlett mumbles the breaking news. “We’re almost there. I see the sign.”
“Thank God,” Layla says.
This is the first time finding hotel reservations in the early hours of the morning was not an issue. Celebrity perks. One degree of separation celebrity. But still. Dove’s manager was on it as soon as Nobel asked. She arranged the check-in for us all. Wouldn’t be surprised if the bill is taken care of. The hotel was happy to accommodate the family. More to the point, the star’s family. No standing in any line for the temporarily favored.
The thought of a two-hour limo ride back home was too much for any of us to take. Most of us are tired or still a little drunk. I am neither. Thoughts of her have sobered me straight. I am glad not to have to have witnesses much longer to what is going on between Barbra and me. It sucks having to consciously look away from what I am wanting to look at.
