Sway (11 page)

she had a few tricks up her sleeve

too. Being a dancer meant she was

pretty damned flexible and in shape.

So she’d show him.

Her hands braced on his upper

arms, she began to ride, sliding her

pussy down and then back and forth

as she undulated, moving her hips

rhythmically.

“Christ!” he hissed, watching the

way she moved on him.

His cock was deep inside her

supertight cunt as she moved. Her

head tipped back, her fingers digging

into his biceps. Whatever the hell she

was doing on him was a miracle. Her

inner muscles hugged him, caressing

the length of his cock as she

surrounded him with all that hot, wet,

undulating flesh.

“I took belly dancing for three

years. I might be young, but I know a

few things.”

He laughed. “Thank God for it.

Now when you kill me it’ll be me

going out happy.”

She angled her head to look at him,

a smile on her lips. “Death by

fucking? Whatever would the papers

say? I think I’ll keep you around. For

next time.”

Again. Yes, it had to happen again.

No doubt about that.

He pulled and tugged her nipples,

unable not to look at those piercings.

Sexy. He’d seen women with pierced

nipples in porn, but not up close. Not

while the owner of said tits was

riding his cock.

And then he was collaring her. Her

throat under his palm, her pulse

beating strong.

She gasped, her pussy fluttering

around him and he knew she loved it

as much as he did. Which allowed

him to relax a little and enjoy it,

enjoy this moment, with this woman.

“I want your gaze.” He said it

without having planned to say it. He

panicked a moment when she opened

her eyes and obeyed. So much

intimacy in that, in watching as you

fucked someone, seeing every one of

their emotions flit over their features.

It meant he gave that to her as

well.

Meant he let her see right into his

head where she had lodged herself

from the first moment he’d seen her.

Her nails dug in to his flesh,

reminding him she was there,

demanding, pleasing, yes, but needing

to be pleased in turn.

He brought his fingers to her mouth

and she sucked them in, licking them,

getting them wet. He was so damned

close. But when he brought those

slick fingers to her clit she

whimpered and then groaned, her clit

hardening under his touch, cunt

clutching him nearly to the point of

pain. But the best kind of pain.

She sped her movements, clearly

getting close as well. She caught her

bottom lip between her teeth but

when he squeezed her clit gently

between his slippery fingers she

sucked in air on a cry and began to

come. So hard her pussy rippled

around him, pushing him right over

with her. The both of them coming at

once, gazes locked until he let go of

her throat and she fell forward,

panting for air.

She walked up toward the house from

the yard, having just spent the last

nearly twelve hours doing two

different jobs. Her muscles ached,

but it was a good ache. She had

enough for rent and supplies and

some left over to add to her savings

after that afternoon.

She loved her savings account.

Every time she looked at the numbers

she was assured that she could

continue to do her art, even in a lean

time. It was her freedom.

She actually didn’t need all the

extra jobs by this point. The time was

coming, she knew, to consider giving

up several jobs. But it was hard to

say no when her friends needed her.

That’s when she noticed the note

on her door and headed up to the big

house to see her parents.

“Hey there, cutie pie.” Her father

gave her a big hug. “These came for

you today.” He indicated a large box

and two dozen red roses. She had a

guess as to who they were from.

“Who’s sending you flowers?

What’s in the box?” Her grandmother

wandered in and took a sniff of the

roses.

Daisy kissed her cheek and handed

her a rose. “I just walked in. Let me

see.” She opened the tiny envelope.

Just

an
L
. Enough to know her

suspicion was right.

“They’re from Levi.”

“Ah, him. I should have figured.

He’s a little old for you isn’t he?”

Her grandmother didn’t say it in a

judgmental fashion.

“How old is he? Is it serious?”

Her father wasn’t as enlightened as

his mother on such issues, Daisy

knew.

“Not serious. We’ve only been on

two dates and had some phone calls.

He’s a nice man.” She evaded the age

question, but her father wasn’t having

it and he repeated his question.

“He’s forty.” She didn’t want to

open the box in front of them, but

there was no way around it. Both her

father and her grandmother stood,

waiting.

She peeked and couldn’t help a

gasp as she pulled the lid off entirely

to reveal the contents. A bright red

cashmere wrap. Cripes. She picked it

up, bringing it to her face. So soft.

When she did, she pocketed the card

that had been nestled in the wrap,

wanting to read it in private. Hoping

it said more than
L
.

“Well, he’s got good taste.” Her

grandmother winked at her.

“Hello. Of course he does. He’s

dating me, isn’t he?”

Her father wasn’t going to let

himself be amused just yet though.

“What does this Levi do that he’s

forty and dating girls?”

“I’m not a girl. He’s an attorney.”

She slid the wrap around her

shoulders and sighed. So warm.

“Candace is coming over for

dinner. You’ll stay?” Her father gave

up on nagging, she could tell. But

he’d be watching. And that was okay

too. He was her dad after all.

Candace was her big sister. She

was married and lived a few miles

away so they saw her often. But it

would be nice to have dinner with

her family, even if she was dog tired

and only wanted to sleep.

“Definitely. Let me take these back

to my place. I’ll be up in a few

minutes.”

In the privacy of her little house,

she opened the card.

Next time you won’t have to be

cold when you’re naked. L
.

She sighed, she knew totally like a

smitten girl, but hell, she
was
a

smitten girl. He’d driven her home

Monday night and had insisted on

walking her not only to the door, but

on going inside to be sure no one had

broken

in.

He’d

called

on

Wednesday and texted her the day

before. She’d been hoping he’d ask

her out again though, and he hadn’t.

Though the roses and the wrap were

certainly evidence he was interested

on some level.

But she had no time to get all tied

up in knots over him or any man. Or

so she told herself as she headed

back to the house to have a lovely

family dinner.

Levi had tried to ignore it, that

growing need he felt every time he

thought of her. She’d texted her

thanks for the roses and the wrap and

he’d nearly called her to ask her to

dinner. But he hadn’t and now he sat,

all by himself in his office at eight on

a Friday night like an idiot.

“Why are you here?” Jonah came

in and sat.

“Finishing up some stuff. I’m

leaving in a few. What’s up with

you? Where’s Carrie?”

“Spending the night at a friend’s

house.” Carrie was Jonah’s daughter.

“Want to get dinner?”

“Yes, I do. I just got back from the

mediation.”

Levi winced. “Long-ass day.”

“I need a few drinks before I can

process it. I’m brain-dead.”

He and Jonah were close. More

like best friends than brothers most

days, though they had their moments.

So it seemed sort of natural to

bring Daisy up once their steaks had

arrived. The Metropolitan Grill’s

large booths relaxed him nearly as

much as the scotch in his glass. “So I

started seeing someone.”

Jonah

looked

up,

interested.

“Yeah? Who is she?”

“She’s twenty-four.” He blurted it

out like a shameful secret. But Jonah

only laughed.

“Goddamn, Levi. Good for you.”

“Her name is Daisy. She’s an

artist. Mixed-media stuff. Fucking

stunning. Smart. Funny.”

“And

twenty-four.

Is

it

as

awesome as I seem to recall?”

He was going to pretend he didn’t

know what Jonah meant but he was

too tired to. “Her body. God. She’s a

dance instructor too so she’s…

flexible. And she’s got a lot of

energy. All in all, yes, awesome is a

word I’d use.”

He wasn’t talking out of school.

He knew Jonah would keep it all to

himself and it wasn’t as if he was

disrespecting Daisy or anything. But

he needed to share or he’d explode.

“Flexible? Is that a nice way to say

she’s bendy during sex?” Jonah

raised his glass.

Levi

laughed.

“Among

other

things, yes.”

“When do we get to meet her?”

Levi blew out a breath. “Yes, I can

just see that family dinner. Hey, Mom

and Dad, this is Daisy. She’s twenty-

four. She has tattoos and pierced

nipples. Oh and she’s an artist.

They’ll love it.”

Jonah laughed. “Yes, I can see

that. So is this like a fling? A midlife

crisis? Will you be trading in your

BMW for a Porsche? And how did

you
meet this woman?”

“I don’t know what it is. Other

than new. I’ve only known her a few

weeks. I went to that damned dance

class thing. I ended up in the wrong

room but she was one of the

instructors and well.” He shrugged.

“I didn’t leave right away but I did

eventually. And then I bumped into

her and learned she was an artist

too.” He shook his head. “Anyway,

again at the grocery store until I gave

in and asked her for dinner. Only we

ended up at her place and she made

dinner for me. We went out again on

Monday.”

“That’s when you found out how

bendy she was? And I do love a

woman with tattoos and piercings.

Sexy.”

Levi laughed. “Asshole. She’s a

nice girl. Christ. Girl.” He scrubbed

his hands over his face.

Jonah shrugged and took a bite of

his steak. “So what? Are you fucking

her and making it good for her? Do

you respect her?”

Did collaring a woman’s throat

during sex count?

“I’m not having a midlife crisis.

And yes, I respect her. Jonah, you

should

see

her

work.

She’s

incredibly talented.”

“Has she asked you for help?”

Jonah’s gaze narrowed.

He shook his head. “No. And she

doesn’t need it anyway. She donated

a piece to me for an auction. She’s

selling her work. Her grandmother

owns a gallery she helps run. She

doesn’t need me. Not for that.”

“Then who cares if she’s twenty-

four? Unless she talks in baby talk or

some shit. ’Cause that’s where I have

to draw the line.”

“What sort of women are you

getting involved with that these things

come to your mind?”

Jonah’d been married for fifteen

years. He had a fifteen-year-old

daughter who lived with him. His ex-

wife had decided she got married too

young, had dumped their kid and their

marriage and moved to New York

City where she spent Jonah’s money

and barely paid attention to her old

life.

Jonah was a good father. Better

than their own. Carrie got great

grades. She had friends and worked