HazardsDare (20 page)

In a stunning flourish, Gabriel turned the white cloth
black, flicked it away and the cat inside was white. Where the black cat went,
Avery had no idea. How the illusionist did it, she’d never dare ask because it
would spoil the moment. That was amazing.

Mastering illusion was no easy feat. Gabriel had crafted his
skill to an art form that left the audience in stunned awe.

Completely taken in, Avery pressed Hazard’s hand to her
heart and sighed. She was with her favorite man and watching a friend take the
crowd by storm.

Before the next trick began, Hazard shifted in his seat,
bringing Avery’s hand to his lips to kiss the backs of her knuckles before
placing her hand on his thigh. “Hazard,” she uttered as softly as possible.
“What are you doing?”

“Seducing my girl.” Freeing her hand, he gently gripped her
knee, using his thumb to caress her sensitive skin.

From there on, she lost focus on the stage. She knew the
white cat was safely removed from stage and out of nowhere, two violinists
stood upon the stage.

The violinists switched from some classical piece to
The
Devil Went Down to Georgia
by The Charlie Daniels Band, complete with a
backup of musicians appearing behind them.

All the magic on stage was orchestrated by Gabriel, but
Avery’s concentration had shifted to Hazard, who’d already slid his hand up
along her outer thigh to her inner thigh.

Loving his slightly abrasive touch, she followed his lead by
running her fingers to Hazard’s zipper. From there, she slid the zipper down.
He slid her short skirt up, up, farther, exposing her lacy panties. She
teasingly worked his fly open, pushing her hand inside.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, even though she knew
she wouldn’t stop him.

“Live your sex-in-public fantasy with me, baby. Be
impulsive,” he dared just as quietly, continuing to caress her inner thigh and
onward to her panties.

At first she thought he’d tear the thong’s string. He
didn’t. Hazard kept caressing her through the damp silk, pushing and pressing
exactly where she liked it.

Biting her lip to keep from sighing or calling out, she took
hold of his impressive cock and teasingly stroked his ball sac with her pinky.
The most impressive part of a man, where he was both strong and vulnerable, was
within her control to use at will. He parted his thighs some, giving her
freedom to play at will, not once showing any concern for whether she might
hurt him.

Emboldened, she stopped teasing and stroked his
satin-over-steel-hard cock. Loving the feel of the rigid veins and smooth
crown, she got totally into the moment. Nothing else mattered, not Gabriel, not
magic, not the crowd filling up every single seat in the theater.

Even though anyone seated in the boxes at stage right and
left of the house could stare into their private box and see them, their hands
were well out of sight. Relaxing, Avery slid her thighs apart right as Hazard’s
index finger slid beneath the waistband of her panties.

His thick, slightly rough finger brushed her crease, finding
her clit with unerring accuracy. Applying the lightest of touches, he teased
her, delighting her all over.

Stroking Hazard’s erection as he caressed her engorged
clitoris, they easily worked each other until it became apparent that only a
good hard fuck would do. It didn’t surprise her when he gripped her panties in
his palm and pulled them down.

“A little help,” he said quietly when the thong got
stretched to the point of ruin.

Avery awkwardly managed to squirm enough to help slide the
panties down and off. Only Hazard had the skill to resume his claim on her
pussy as he used his free hand to remove a condom in his pocket.

He must have been a Boy Scout to be so prepared. It didn’t
take more than a minute for him to tear open the packet with his teeth.
Together, they rolled it onto his cock.

With silent communication, he guided her out of her chair
and into his lap, still facing the stage. Strong hands spanned her waist,
carefully raising her up and easing her back down, the tip of his cock spearing
into her so slowly that he made certain she felt every thick, long veined inch
filling her completely.

In her ear, he said, “Don’t move. Don’t call out. Let me do
you just like this.”

Avery shook her head. Everything that made her female
demanded that she ride him. Having his cock in her was the most amazing thing.
He was so big that it didn’t seem possible that her pussy could take him.

Yet she felt wonderfully full and deliciously fucked. To
double the sensation for him, Avery clenched her Kegels, working him without
moving too much or too fast. If she started hopping up and down, someone would
notice.

Hazard’s left hand swept from her belly to her center,
finding her clit with ease. Without letting her move one little bit, he stroked
her, setting up a deep, inescapable need within her that promised to be
explosive.

The reality of fucking right there in public heightened her
arousal, creating a challenge she’d never expected. Remaining seated, she
reached out in front of her to grip the wall and Hazard began rocking and
rolling his hips.

Hazard began to gently roll his hips in time with her Kegels
routine. At the same time, he stroked her clit so beautifully that she was
mesmerized. A pinch of his thumb and index finger set her off, orgasm storming
through her with such force she was stunned when Hazard freed her waist to
place a hand over her mouth to keep her from shouting.

“Hell, yeah,” he uttered in her ear, remaining very still
even as his erection pulsed within her pussy. “Your orgasms get me off like
nothing else. Fantastic.” Placing a kiss at the back of her ear, he lowered his
head to her shoulder, his breathing harsh, erratic.

The strong arms of her lover came about her, holding her
tight, assuring her that nothing could hurt her and nothing could take away the
magic of this clandestine moment even as the magician on stage stunned the
audience.

It took several minutes to mentally come back to earth. Only
after her after-climax trembles eased did Hazard help her up off his lap and
into her chair. He quickly discarded the condom in a plastic-lined wastebasket
sitting in a corner and fastened his pants.

Avery was a little slower finding her panties and putting
them on. Back in their own seats, they held hands and watched the rest of the
show unfold.

One by one, Gabriel’s all-female black-clad crew of gorgeous
assistants were sent through a flame-red doorway and reappeared wearing white
corsets, skirts, boots and capes, as if they’d gone through a fire and come out
clean.

The climax came with a return of the black cat perched upon
Gabriel’s massive bare shoulders. Facing away from the audience, he revealed an
enormous set of fallen angel’s wings tattooed in an iridescent glow from
shoulder blade to shoulder blade, the intricacy and glow strong enough to be
seen from the distance of the balcony.

One moment the wings were hanging down along his spine, the
next, the cat jumped to the stage, his shiny diamond collar and leash reflected
by the stage lighting as the illusionist himself went through the flame-marked
door and came out wearing white pants and white wings that were real and in
full flight. Several white feathers cascaded to the stage as the curtain fell.

“Wow,” she crooned in awe.

“How much of the show did you see?” Hazard asked.

“The beginning and end,” she admitted. “I was being fucked
by my guy in the middle, not that I’m going to complain. I’d far rather be
fucked by you, Hazard, than worry about what I missed on stage.”

“Thanks for going with me on this one. I couldn’t resist our
chance to scratch a fantasy off your list.”

“I loved it. Thank you,” she said, moving close to plant a
kiss on his cheek. “You’re an amazing man, know that?”

“Some of the things I’ve done before you came into the
picture could be a deal breaker, baby.”

“No, they’re not. You’re human. Even great big linebackers,
entertainers and metrosexual Doms make mistakes.”

“You’re right.”

“Thank you. Don’t freak out, but I’m getting attached to
you. You’re way more than a crush to me now.”

“If I said ditto, would that mean anything?”

“It means everything.”

“Then we’re on an even playing field. Maybe later tonight,
you can teach me how to tackle and bring down a two-hundred-plus-pound six-six
man whenever I want. I’d like nothing more than to take advantage of every inch
of you, head to toe.”

“Baby, go down on me whenever you want,” he countered,
hugging her close and nipping at her ear.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

“Show me later,” he said. “By the way, I’m six foot seven.”

“Aren’t you the man,” she teased.

“I’m your man.” He laughed and helped her stand up,
smoothing his hands over her clothes to smooth out any wrinkles.

“Think the cleaning crew will notice the condom?”

“If they do, it won’t be the first time they’ve come across
one up here.”

“I should be embarrassed.”

“You’re not?”

“No. I’m so happy I could fly right up to the catwalks right
now.”

“Being daring gets you off. With me, you’re safe to explore
even the raunchiest of fantasies. If someone had noticed us, would you have
made me stop fucking you?”

“If you’d stopped for any reason, I might have screamed loud
enough to wake the dead. I’m looking forward to crossing off the rest of the
list, minus one.”

“What have you crossed off?”

“You already know,” she said.

The lights came up slowly, brightening Hazard’s handsome
face. “No extra lovers in our bed.”

“That’s right. I might not mind the illusion of a threesome,
but if we did it for real, it’d feel like a betrayal of what we could have
together after we leave Dare.”

“The rest of the list is still on? There are ways to create
that illusion for you.”

“The rest is on. Hopefully we’ll relive each one over and
over for a long time to come. What we just did was exciting. It might become a
kink.”

“Kink, I can get into.” Hazard drew her close and kissed
her.

The curtain parted behind them, startling Avery. “Mr.
Osbourne, Ms. Grant, you’ve been invited backstage by Mr. Krystiyan,” the
balcony attendant told them.

They joined the man and followed him down a narrow hallway.
A minute later, Avery and Hazard were escorted down a back stairwell to the
predominately black-draped area behind the stage.

“Dressing room is this way,” the attendant said, leading
them around the back where there were shelves of props, two-by-fours, wooden
platforms, table saws, handsaws, hammers, Makita screwdrivers and any power
tool a hardware store would sell.

At the dressing room marked with Gabriel’s name, the
attendant knocked and waited for the magician’s deep-voiced, “Enter.”

Inside, the dressing room was enormous. Gone were the wings,
but both the black and white cats were side by side in small carriers and
Gabriel was gently stroking them through the slots in the doors.

When they walked all the way into the dressing room, Gabriel
faced them. “Glad you guys could make it.” He wore the same clothes he’d had on
at the fondue restaurant. “What’d did you think, Avery?”

“I still can’t figure out how you switched the cats or
quick-changed and got the wings to become so realistic,” she confessed.

“Then I did my job,” he said without divulging his secrets.

“Do you always use the kitties? May I pet them?”

“Sure, they’re my boys, Michael and Selaphiel. The Vegas
show has big cats, a wolf and birds of prey that I’ve rescued.”

“You don’t mean big house cats, do you?”

“No. One’s a black tiger. The other’s a white lion. Both are
named after archangels, like Sela and Mike, here.”

Avery smiled at the archangels’ nicknames. “The tiger is all
black?”

“That’s right. Black tigers are extremely rare and much like
you can see a black leopard’s spots, you can still see his stripe-pattern. Niko
was emaciated when I learned about him and about to be euthanized by
authorities, who’d raided the illegal compound he’d been in.”

“Oh, poor Niko,” Avery murmured, wondering why people were
so cruel to animals. Hazard’s arm came around her shoulders, hugging her for
moral support.

“Those cats have it great with Gabriel now, baby. They’re
treated with respect and never harmed during an illusion. He never forgets
that, no matter what, the big cats are wild animals.”

“Have you seen them, Hazard?”

“Yes, they’re beautiful, but vulnerable to cruelty by humans
and animals due to their coats.”

“Color mutations would be seen as a weakness to other lions
and tigers in the wild,” Avery said. “What happens to them when you’re here in
Dare, Gabriel?”

“They’re transported to a small exotic animal park that I’ve
funded. It’s equipped with the safest environment possible for them and
visitors. Only the best medical attention, trainers, food and toys are
provided.”

“I hope I get the chance to visit the animal park,” she
said, already longing to see the great cats.

“Given the way Trevor’s holding on to you, beautiful, it’s
likely that’ll happen sooner rather than later. So how was the show, really?”

“It was amazing, really.” Avery smiled and looked up at
Hazard. She tried not to blush when he winked at her and knew it was too late.

Already heat swarmed into her cheeks and she felt as giddy
as a teenager. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t remember ever feeling this
happy.

“Uh-huh, why am I not sure you two saw the whole thing?”
Gabriel questioned, eyeing them suspiciously. “Did you two do what I think you
did?”

“We plead the Fifth,” Hazard answered.

“You did. I missed the fun, again.”