Page 4 of Nightmare's Dance

“All things gymnastics, plus a ton of outdoors activities. Some kids do day camp stuff, some stay for a week or two at a time. We have a handful who stay all summer while their parents travel. We have a great location. Just close enough to a big town for supplies and any potential medical needs, and far enough out that they have the wilderness to explore.”

“Sounds amazing.” She got a wistful look in her eyes that made me want to hug her.

“It was a great place to grow up. I love going back during the summer. Winters in Pennsylvania are colder than I prefer, so I don’t usually stay and teach through the winter months.”

“It must be something to have supportive parents.”

Casey’s folks thought her obsession with circus arts was immature and doomed to failure, despite her years of success as a performer.

“I guess it helps that Mom was an Olympic gymnast, and she met Dad through the sport. Their training camp has been successful because of their passion, and it has helped so many people.”

“Tell you what, if I don’t find something I like for the summer in the next few weeks, I’ll call you and see if that position is still open.”

“Deal.” My eyes drifted back to Geraint. He’d gotten caught up in a conversation, but seemed to sense my attention and glanced back at me.

“Great, now go celebrate with that smoking hot man-candy of yours and I’ll talk with you soon.”

I hugged Casey and headed over to my partner, adding a bit of a sway to my hips that got his attention right away. His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip and the guy he was talking to turned and his gaze fell on me as well.

Though most of my attention was on my knight, I noticed that I’d affected the other man, too. His name was Pat, and he was one of the other contortionists. I’d always thought he was gay, but maybe he was bi?

Geraint said something to Pat, and they gave each other a quick hug. Then my knight strode toward me, grabbing me by my waist and throwing me over his shoulder before I could even yelp.

I kicked my feet in mock dismay until he pinned them against his chest and headed for the door.

“I assume you’re ready to leave?” he asked once we were out in the hallway of the small restaurant where we’d booked a room for our party.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Robby said he would see us tomorrow for brunch and not to worry about our gear.” My partner’s musical voice rumbled through me, and I sighed in satisfaction, staring at his ass while he carried me. “We’ve got a ride coming. Be here in two minutes.”

“Thanks, Geraint. You always take such good care of me.”

“Of course, I do.” He shifted my weight over his shoulder, warning me that he was going to bring me to the ground. I let myself slide down his chest, arms hooked behind his neck, staying pressed against him, and planting my lips against his.

We kissed until his phone buzzed, warning us our rideshare was here.

The trip back to the apartment the three of us had rented for the contract was short, and I was practically vibrating with need by the time Geraint unlocked our door. I grabbed him and pulled him inside, only waiting long enough for him to get it locked behind us before I tugged at his tight-fitting t-shirt.

He let me pull it off him and toss it to the floor. My shirt quickly followed. We kicked off shoes and shed our clothing, leaving a clear path toward the bedroom we shared. If Robby made it home tonight, he’d grumble at us tomorrow, but it wasn’t the first time we’d left a clothing trail through wherever we were living.

Our things were mostly packed, since we were leaving tomorrow, but we still had the necessities out, including our toys.

We were both naked by the time Geraint picked me up by the waist and tossed me onto the bed. I bounced lightly on my butt, striking a pose, knees spread wide, back arched, teasing him with the view.

My knight stalked forward, staring at my bare pussy, tongue flicking across his lips.

I couldn’t wait to taste myself on his lips, and he knew it.

Growling, he grabbed me by the hips and dragged me down the bed until he could kneel in front of me. I put my legs over his shoulders, and he dove in, tongue caressing me, knowing my favorite spots from many years of practice.

Mewling, and thrusting against my partner’s face, I rode the build of pleasure as he expertly worked me, sliding a couple of fingers inside and flicking them until the pressure crested and spread through me.

“Mmm, good start,” I said in an endorphin and alcohol induced haze.

“Plenty more where that came from,” he replied, standing and covering me with his body.

I tugged on his shoulder, pulling him down so I could taste the evidence of my pleasure on his lips. He obliged, pressing his mouth to mine, opening for me, the dance of our tongues as practiced as the dance we had performed in the air a few hours ago.

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