Dear Rose 2: Winter's Dare (14 page)

“Okay.”

He circled the hole with his finger some more before swishing it in again. A tip. Slipped inside.

He let her adjust to that, then pulled it out before going back in. He swiveled it around, letting her adjust. Carefully he slipped his finger in a little at a time. Each time he gained some ground, he pulled back. He kept making sure there was plenty of lube too. This was supposed to be fun. Not hurt. She moved against him and made little sounds, letting him know he was on the right track. When he added a finger, she tensed again.

“Ally, relax.”

She complied immediately.

The second finger worked with the first to stretch her out a bit and let her adjust to the feeling of being penetrated there. A third and fourth finger joined the party, slipping against her and moving in and out.

He pulled away his hand as she let out a deep throaty groan. She was almost where he wanted her.

He lowered his mouth.

She tensed slightly, but without him saying a word, uncurled those muscles. “Uhhhhh.”

He slipped in his tongue, taking it down like he had his fingers. The lube tasted of cherry. She rocked with him as he moved.

She was ready. Or as ready as he thought she’d ever be.

He slipped his tongue from her anus and straightened up. Rested his cock at the place of no return.

He gritted his teeth. It was going to be hard to take this slow. But he was going to have to.

He used his hand to slip just the tip of him in her butt. He grabbed the lube with the other hand and generously squirted down where he couldn’t see. Drips fell around him.

Then both of his hands went to her hips to steady her.

Another bit in.

He slipped more out of her before going back in her. Each hard-won centimeter made him lose ground, then gain it again.

He had to bite his lip. Count in his head. He couldn’t pound her. Had to take this slow.

It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, taking her this way. But he wasn’t going to hurt her. He was going to bring her pleasure.

It wasn’t long before he was totally seated in her. It had felt like hours but only took a few minutes.

He sat there a minute, letting her adjust to his fullness.

She moved back against him, and he hissed.

She wanted him to move? By God he would. He rocked wildly against her, going in even a little farther.

It was a slow build, but soon he was slapping against her hard. Maybe not as hard as in her pussy. But something close to it.

She screamed—a mixture of his name and a protestation to God. Her body went wild with shuddering.

If he’d been inside her differently, that probably would have taken him over the edge too. Instead, it took a couple more downturns of his body before the swell of it hit him. It took him up to rapture then down to the depths of pleasure. “Ally!” He rocked his hips against her one last time.

Sat there a minute. After a rest, he pulled from her and lay on the bed next to her as he eased her down beside him. He pulled her into his arms. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” He stroked her flushed face.

She breathed erratically. “No. Not one bit. Oh my God.”

“Like?”

“Oh yeah.” She reached over to touch his face, scratching against his whiskers. “Don’t want that. Every time. But it was… Oh my God.”

He laughed and cuddled with her closer. “I’m calling in sick to work today. Do the same thing. Play hooky with me, Ally Summers.”

She looked full into his eyes. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Those words weren’t going to get old for him to say. He’d always thought they would.

After their breathing had calmed, he swung from the bed and got the cordless. After a moment, he started laughing. “Your cell phone off? The ringer turned off here?”

“Yeah to both. I thought we could use the time.” She looked confused. “Why?

“My phone is cut off too. And yes, we needed this time.” He continued to chuckle. “Only someone doesn’t think we needed it.” He powered up his cell phone.

“Devyn.” She joined him in the mirth. “How many times did he call?”

“Ten on this phone.” His cell phone came to life. “And seven here with two messages.” He clicked on the Play button.

Devyn’s voice came through the phone. “Tucker. I thought you would have called by now to update after the last fiasco. How did it go with Ally? Are you together? Or are you off drinking somewhere. Call me.”

The second message was terse. “You could have at least called me by now. As I got up damn early to see how it went. Call me.”

She shook her head. “The two of you.”

“Shall I tell him? That we made up?” He looked at her hopefully.

“Yep. But not that we made out.” She started laughing again. “Tell him we’ll be at Rose’s show tonight. He can see us in action.”

That sounded damn good to Tucker.

* * * *

Rose Winter took the stage with as much aplomb as usual. She seemed to have a special spring in her step. She danced around the platform with Quinn, a particularly buff blond dancer who’d started working for her a few weeks ago. He was an outgoing man, who must take a thousand steps or more a day, according to Ally. Apparently, he couldn’t keep still. At first, Tucker had been jealous because a lot of dancers who worked for Rose were heterosexual, and he was concerned the man had designs on Ally, as she was always there. Neo had been the only homosexual one that Tucker knew of. Rose had confided that Quinn was bisexual and struggling with finding a balance. Not to mention, once Tucker had seen him in action, the man chatted and flirted with everyone.

Tucker nursed his drink at the bar. Ally sat beside him. They’d spent the day, relaxing in bed and talking and having sex. It had been wonderful. Though he should have said no to coming out tonight. He’d much rather have Ally in his bed right now than be on the hard bar stool.

“You’ll get me back in bed soon enough.” Ally took a sip of her soda and responded as though he’d voiced aloud his thoughts. She beamed at the stage and waved.

His happy Ally was back. And that meant plenty. The queen on stage had a lot to do with that. He tipped his beer toward Rose, who winked at him.

Neo was up next with Phil the bartender looking on with ever hungry eyes. Rose descended, leaving the stage to her dancer, who cast his own furtive looks at the bar. The two of them must still be hot and heavy.

Rose stopped to talk with a dark, intense-appearing man who looked familiar to Tucker. Zach. Oh
that
Zach was who Devyn had been talking about to the waitress, Josie, when he and Devyn had had lunch. They’d known him in college. He’d sometimes played football with Tucker and his crew, but Tucker hadn’t seen him in ages. He’d heard Zach had gone into the military. He looked as muscular and serious as ever. Funny, but Zach had struggled with bisexuality too in college, so Tucker had heard. He glanced around but didn’t see Quinn. Maybe the two of them should hook up. Would solve a lot of their problems.

Rose air kissed with Ally. “I’m so glad it worked out for both of you.” She took Tucker’s hand, then pressed a kiss on his cheek, “You owe me, bro.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you still owe me from college. All the times I brought over buddies to play football.”

Rose laughed. “Touché.”

Carl joined them with a smile. He held up two fingers to Rose, who waggled her brows.

Tucker didn’t know what it meant, and he didn’t care. He had his Ally and had won a dare with life.

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Mechele Armstrong

Mechele Armstrong lives in Virginia and writes while technoing with a computer geek hubby, chauffeuring two girls, ball throwing to a spaz cat, playing psychiatrist to a neurotic dog, and serving one diva kitty. She loves open bedroom doors and things that go bump in the night, which is why she probably writes what she does. She's always looking for new worlds to play in so she never knows what will come up next. Her world is where sensuality and wonder collide.

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