Page 26 of Game Changer

“Good lord,” he laughs, freeing himself with one hand. He lifts me and positions himself right at my entrance. Then he releases my weight so that I slide right down onto him. The feeling is all at once intrusive and delicious. His heat radiates through me and as much as I’d like to savour the sensation, I know he can’t hold me like this for long.

“Take me Buckie.”

I’m rewarded with a growl and he pistons himself into me in a relentless rhythm as I’m pushed up the wall with each thrust. It’s messy and fast and I don’t care. My nipples harden and goosebumps form on my skin and I know I’m close. I know he is too, and I watch his features strain as he empties himself into me, his breathing ragged. I can feel his cock pumping inside me. It tips me over into a blinding orgasm that seems to last for much longer than is necessary. Buckie leans his sweat beaded forehead on my shoulder, his breathing ragged.

“I need to move Zar. My legs have gone like jelly,” he pants. I give a laugh as he slips out of me, the product of our exertions slicking my inner thighs as he goes.

I have to admit, although I wasn’t even on my feet my legs are a little wobbly too, and I have to peel my back off the wall. He puts his hand between my legs, slicking his finger and running it right up over my over sensitive clit.

My breath catches and a tiny aftershock pulses through my lower body. “Jesus, Buckie.”

“Mmm you’re welcome,” he says giving me a sexy smirk.

“You’re an evil genius Mr Buchanan.”

“Yup. Come on let’s get showered and get you back up the road.”

We make our way to the master bathroom, and I see he wasn’t kidding about having a party in here. It’s massive. The shower area is a wet room style with a huge glass shower screen separating it from the rest of the bathroom. The large, tiled bench inside is big enough to seat about four people. And that’s where we sit and help each other get clean, kissing each other now and then. The whole thing is so lovely and something new to us. I always waited until I was alone to shower after we’d had sex. It’s a level of intimacy we’ve never shared before. My mind is whirring at the possibilities we could have for our future. I know these thoughts are premature at this very early stage. But I can’t help it. It’s how I’ve always thought of Buckie in the privacy of my own mind. And now that I know he has had these thoughts too, it seems less of a daydream.

* * *

An hour — and a lot of flirting — later, Buckie and I are making our way back to Glasgow on the Harley. I love this bike. And my god I didn’t think this guy could look any sexier. But in faded jeans, a leather jacket, and aviators he could be a reincarnation of James Dean.

He stops the bike outside my house and turns off the ignition. I get off the back and we take our helmets off, my hair falls down my back, blowing in the gentle breeze. He gets off the bike and pulls me into him, his hand in my hair and he kisses me with needy want. It’s as though we haven’t seen each other in weeks.

“Mmm,” I moan pulling my lip between my teeth when he lets me go.

“I don’t want to leave you Zar. I’m fucking hooked on you.”

“Uh huh, me too. This has all been like a glorious dream and I don’t want to wake up.”

“I have to head back down to my folk’s house to take care of a few things for them after I’ve been to Edinburgh. I’ve got a hire car waiting at the hotel for me. I can’t be carrying kilts on the back of this thing. My apartment should be ready tomorrow morning, so I’ll come and see you as soon as I’m settled.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I kiss his cheek and head into the house. I smile as I hear the Harley start up and he rides away.

Closing my door behind me I lean against it with the stupidest lovestruck smile on my face. I can say with conviction that I’ve never felt happier in my life. I’m glad Buckie is going to have a semi-permanent base here in Glasgow. I don’t know if I could bear it now if he had to leave again. Not now that we’ve finally found each other.

My phone signals a calendar appointment and I drop all my stuff on the floor, retrieving the phone from my bag. I have an hour to get organised to meet with Blair about the pole dancing classes. I’m excited about this venture and I have some fantastic ideas to run by her. I love the working family I’ve built around myself. They’re all very passionate about their work and it’s nice to see that in young people. Most of my bar staff are students at some of the many surrounding universities and colleges. A few of the dancers in Crush are students at dance and performing arts schools. The fact that Crush isn’t sleazy and doesn’t promote nudity is a bonus for them. It wouldn’t do their education any good if these young women were real strippers. I’m sure the schools investors would have something to say about it too.

I send a text off to Blair letting her know I won’t be long and head into my dressing room to get suited and booted.

* * *

Ifind Blair in my office already when I arrive at Crush. She’s sitting at my desk with a whole load of notebooks and multi-coloured pens in front of her. She’s tiny behind the huge oak desk and my chair swamps her.

“Oh, good you’re already here.”

“Hey Zara. Come in, take a seat.” She laughs mimicking my usual greeting to anyone who comes in to see me.

I sit opposite her and have a look at what she’s been doing. She has a lot of ideas written down, but my main concern is that we have such a huge waiting list for classes now.

“How on earth did this get so popular? I only stuck some cards in a few of the local hairdressers. It wasn’t even advertised.”

“I’ll tell you why. It’s because we are real pole dancers. Most of the people who teach this do it as a hobby or for fitness. This is our job. People see it in a different light because of that. And the fact that they get to do it in an actual club adds a bit of sexiness to it for them.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“You know, you’re right. This might be a unique selling point we have here. Take this from the perspective of a woman who doesn’t do this all day every day. When you get going on that pole your whole persona changes. It’s liberating being able to do things with your body that you’d never dream of doing in a gym. And those classes have certainly helped me with my stamina the last few days.” I regret speaking the words no sooner than they’ve left my mouth.

“Oh aye. What have you been up to? And with whom?” She cocks her head at me.

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