Page 99 of False Start
Zina leans over. “I’m not sure if he’s doing this to impress you or himself anymore.”
I laugh but shake my head. “I don’t care. Color me impressed. Look at him in drag!”
“This has Leslie written all over it,” my sister advises, and I nod in agreement. It sure does, and I love both men for going all out to bring us back together.
When Bryant drags out the last note for maybe a little bit too long, the lights die down, and the crowd goes wild. When the dim lights come back on, Bryant is kicking his heels off and headed for our table. I stand in my seat, and we collide as soon as he steps off the stage. His long, fake fingernails dig into thighs as he picks me up. I lock my legs around him, and our mouths lock onto each other. The crowd grows louder and their cheers only encourage the man I’m latched onto. He marches us through the club with me attached to him like a spider monkey, and then he takes us through the long dressing room off the side of the stage. At the end of the room is an exit door to the outside that he takes us out and straight to his SUV’s back seat where he presses my back to the seat.
“Your feet,” I remind him when I remember he kicked his shoes off.
“Fuck the shoes, baby. Got other things on my mind.”
“Yeah?” I smirk. “Like what?”
He pushes my dress over my ass and pulls at my panties. “I need you naked.”
“You’re dressed in drag.”
He stops and hovers over me as his face softens. “Yeah, baby. There’s not much I wouldn’t do for you.” I start to cry. “Shhh, don’t cry.”
He kisses me and I claw at his dress. When I feel a bra underneath, I break the kiss and start to giggle. “I’ve never taken a bra off someone before.”
He cracks up laughing. “Leslie insisted I put all of my effort into my role. He thought it might help me win you back, so I gave it a shot.”
I reach down and pull his dress over his head and chunk it in the trunk. Next, I remove his bra, and run my hands along the smooth skin of his chest. He leans down to pull a hand from his chest and place a kiss to the top of it.
“I’m so hard it hurts.”
“Mmmm,” I moan in response.
“No, babe, you don’t understand. Leslie practically strapped my dick to my asshole.”
I snort. “Sounds painful. Should I free you?”
“If you never do another thing in this world for me, please release my dick.”
After I untuck him (ouch), he really begins to struggle with his height and the width of the vehicle, so we maneuver until I’m straddling him in the middle of the seat. He unzips my dress and pulls it down to expose my breasts, but leaves the rest of me covered. His mouth covers my nipple as he gently licks and sucks. I start to grind on him, making both of us moan in response.
His hands snake into my hair as he thrusts into me with a masculine grunt. And then his mouth crashes into mine as we war with each other for control. I reach between us and pull him from his boxers before I line him up and sink down on him.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
I give myself a moment to adjust before I rock against him, taking both of us higher and higher as we inch toward the finish line. My fingers find their way to his perfectly curled hair and tug. And I get so lost in him. I allow myself to let go for the first time in years. Our hands move from one part of each other’s bodies to the other as our lips connect.
I forget we’re in a parking lot half naked and in view for anyone to see. I forget the entire world exists as I lose myself in the beautiful act of love we’re sharing. I’m so turned on by his performance and him putting his heart on the line for me that I drag it out. I could’ve erupted around him moments after he first entered me, but I don’t want it to end. I don’t want this bubble we’re in to pop. I just want to dive inside him and never come up for air.
As his teeth scrape against my chin, I arch my back and finally come undone around him. He follows and pulses inside me as he wraps himself around me and holds on for dear life.
“I love you more than life itself, Zhanna.”
— 35 —
Now
THE NEXT DAY, MY off day, my phone rings at eight in the morning. I groan and roll over to see who would dare call me on my day off.
Bryant.
“Hello?”
