Page 36 of Dancing for the Devil

I still slept with a gun under my pillow, though. Safety on.

I startled awake the morning after Nora gave me a blow job and didn’t know what had awoken me. My gun was in my hand without me thinking about it, and I sat still, listening to the noises of the city going about its early morning commute, trying to hear if something was amiss.

Finally, I relaxed, returning my gun to its spot before padding over to my dresser. I examined myself critically in the mirror, ignoring my erection for now.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked my reflection.

He did not seem to have any insight to share, so I stripped off the vest and boxers I slept in and stepped into the shower. I closed my eyes, remembering my dream and realizing just what it was that woke me up.

My hand was on my dick almost without thought as I stroked it gently, moaning softly as I remembered the feel of Nora’s mouth on it. “Fuuuckk,” I whispered, thrusting my hips into thin air, imagining it magically transformed into the recesses of Nora’s hot mouth.

She had been an artist at work. After she was done, I felt so out of it that I almost fell asleep right there on the couch. I had to send her away that moment. I couldn’t afford for her to know exactly how much of an effect she had on me. I could see she was hurt by my abrupt dismissal, and that was a relief. I couldn’t have her knowing just what kind of chokehold she had me in.

But I couldn’t wait to see her again.

“Fuck my life,” I groaned as my cum spilled down the drain.

I stepped out of the shower after rinsing myself off and brushed my teeth at the sink, barely able to meet my own eye. Yeah, I usually jerk off in the shower, but my accompanying fantasies were never personal.

This is new, I thought ruefully, and not in a good way.

If I was going to start fantasizing about random girls in my club, what was next? It was a slippery slope, that was for sure.

I left the bathroom in my white, monogrammed, terry cloth robe and headed to the kitchen to get myself some coffee while my body dried off from the shower. My slippers slapped against the wooden floor as I descended the stairs, just reveling in being inside my own space.

I came to an abrupt stop at the bottom as I saw someone lying on the sofa. I was already reaching for the gun I kept taped under the stairs when I realized who it was.

She sat up and gave me a smile. “Hello, brother. Long time no see.”

“Katya.”

I let out the breath I was holding and grinned wide as I held out my arms to her. She came flying into them without hesitation, and we held each other close. My sister and I have almost a decade between us, but that didn’t stop us from being thick as thieves—both when we were young and even in the present. We were really all each other had when push came to shove.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “You were supposed to come in tomorrow.”

“Yes well… I thought I’d surprise you.”

“And I am surprised.” I grinned, pulling her close again and kissing her forehead. “Surprised and glad.”

“Good. Because for a moment, I thought you were going to shoot me.”

“I was.” I turned her with me as we walked towards the kitchen. “But now I’m going to make you breakfast.”

“Oh, thank God. I amstarving.”

I turned to her with a frown. “What time did you get in? Andhowdid you get in without waking me up?”

“I arrived at 4:30 a.m. I tried to call you, but it didn’t go through. I figured you were off doing top secret things, or maybe fucking, so I decided to just take a taxi.”

I shuddered. “What? At 4:30 a.m. That’s living dangerously.”

“Oh, I wish he’d tried something. I haven’t had the chance to use my knife in a while.”

I smiled, always proud of her. “And how’d you get in the house?”

“Secret entrance three is DNA coded remember? We share DNA.”

“Shit. How did you know about that?”

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