Deuce's Dancer (9 page)

"I know. You'd had a very bad experience before. I won't spank you this time. Not for misbehavior anyway." He drew away from her slightly and stared into her eyes seriously. "No more secrets to tell?"

"No!"

"Promise?"

"I promise. That's it." She made a crossing gesture over her chest.

He smiled. "Good."

They snuggled in silence for several minutes. "Thank you for taking care of Ricky yesterday, Deuce. My mama says he's a lot better today, though he apparently looks like hell."

"It'll take a while for that bruising to go away. I spoke to your father about Ricky while you were asleep last night."

"My father? Why?"

"I think Ricky ought to be away from Houston, away from the gangs for a while. School's almost out for the summer, and I asked my dad if he'd be willing to take on a green cowhand for a few months. He agreed."

"You mean take Ricky to your family's ranch to work?"

"For the summer, yes."

"Wow." She looked deeply into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and affection there…well, maybe also a dose of lust. "Your dad is okay with this?"

"Yeah."

"You know, Ricky has been a city boy all his life. He'll be a fish out of water."

"My dad has a way with people. If anyone can get a start on straightening that boy out, it'll be him."

Pilar's heart swelled so full of love that she thought it might burst, but she knew Ricky would be a tough sell. "He won't want to go."

"Maybe not. But he might surprise you. I got a chance to talk with him a little—he didn't have a choice with me pawing his face—and he is very unhappy with the way things are going. He confessed to me that things had gotten out of hand. He even apologized to me about my having to bail him out."

"Really? You must have a fine bedside manner, Dr. Journey."

He grinned. "I'm better
in
the bed, chica. How about if I demonstrate?"

An electrical charge whipped through Pilar's body, and her nipples hardened. "What about dinner?"

"I'm only interested in eating you."

Her face flushed. "You are so bad."

He made a face of mock surprise. "But you usually say I'm so good!"

Giggling, she took him by the collar and gave him a searing kiss, wrapping her tongue around his and giving it nips and tugs. He let her be the aggressor for a few moments, then took charge, pressing her down into the soft couch and looming over her while his mouth possessed hers.

"You're naughty to taunt a man like that, sugar," he said as he kissed down her throat and over her collar bones.

Pleasure radiated from every place his lips traveled. "What happens to naughty girls?"

He chuckled, even as he unbuttoned the front of her dress and buried his face between her breasts. The deep rumble in her cleavage made her nipples harden. Deuce pulled down the lacy cups of her bra and nipped her tender skin.

Pilar arched up against him. "More," she whispered.

"Greedy," he said, but he didn't hesitate to suckle on the peaked nipple he found.

She hummed with delight, running her fingers through his hair, until he pushed up on his arms and gazed down at her. His eyes were fever bright, like back-lit glaciers. Bulges formed in the sleeves of his oxford shirt as his muscles bunched beneath. "I'm gonna make you dance for me, sugar. Dance on me, dance under me, dance until the sun rises tomorrow. You're
my
dancer now, only mine."

Delight made her fingers tremble as she touched his face. She wanted to purr. All she could do was give him a tender smile and nod.

Deuce pushed off and stood, taking her hand and guiding her into her bedroom.

He flipped the light switch, and the small light on her bedside table lit, its incandescent bulb dimmed and shaded by the rosy scarf she'd thrown over the lampshade for color. Pilar hadn't expected the evening to go this way, so her work clothes were scattered on her queen sized bed. Deuce swept them off onto the floor and gave her an unrepentant grin as he came back to her.

Slowly, far too slowly by Pilar's estimation, Deuce stripped her of her clothes. Most ended up on the pile of work clothes, but a few got tossed elsewhere. He spent a moment rubbing her damp panties in his fingers before he gave her a pirate's smile.

"I guess I still have my bedside manner."

A flush rose up from her toes to her hairline. "You still have your clothes on," she pointed out.

"You can fix that."

Excitement pinged across her nerves. "You bet I can." Pilar tried to take her time getting him undressed, but it was so difficult. Every body part revealed made her want more. As she went about her pleasant task, she ran her hands over his thick muscles. She went up to tiptoes to give his shoulder a nip, and he pulled her up against him by the hips. "Pants," he breathed against her mouth, not quite kissing her.

"Pants…" Right. Although she took her time with it, she released him from his slacks. Immediately, the thick, hot flesh sprang free and pointed at her chin like a loaded pistol.

Even before Pilar pushed his pants down and off, she took a moment to stroke him, excited by the visible tension her touch caused in his hard belly.

Deuce tugged her up into his arms and pressed her body against the length of him, hands moving down her back until they cupped her round bottom. Licking his way to her ear, he whispered, his baritone voice sexy and slurred with a deep drawl. "That lickin' from yesterday still smartin' on your ass, sugar?"

Her head wanted to loll on her shoulders, and her voice was strained. "A little."

Deuce's hand smacked her rear. It wasn't too hard, just enough to make her gasp.

"Bruises?" he asked, rubbing the sting away. His hand was so warm, so hard.

"No, sir."

"I see I have not lost my gentlemanly ways," he said with a chuckle.

A giggle was stifled in the excitement of being whirled around and deposited on the edge of the bed. Arms and legs akimbo, she sprawled, giving him a come-hither smile as she settled her legs apart, knees wide. She ran her hands down her torso and let her fingers glide over her slippery center, watching him as she did. His jaw tightened and eyes sparkled, and his cock bounced with interest.

"You have plans for that pussy, sugar?"

"I plan to put her to work."

He lowered himself to his knees between her legs. "Let's see if we can plumb tire her out."

Deuce took her wandering hands firmly in one of his fists and held them on her belly button as he licked and sucked from her knees to her enflamed folds, bypassing the part that was most eager.

There was devilish gleam in his eyes as he paused to breathe on her wetness, causing a sweet shiver to raise goose bumps over her skin.

"Ah, Dios," she moaned.

His first lick of her slit started on an edge of her folds, gliding up toward her clit with a firm stroke. The next lick was more centered, but did not touch the bundle of nerves that were screaming at Pilar for attention.  All she could do was arch and groan as he plied her opening with his tongue and then slid it up to her clit as he put two fingers in her. He flicked the tip of his tongue on her clit and her hips shot off the bed. "Please, Deuce…"

His fingers pumped in and out of her in a steady rhythm and he licked at her clit again.

"You're torturing me!"

"Aha."

"Damn you!"

The slippery fingers inside her bent and a new pleasure made her breath catch. She was so close. Her whole body felt like a live wire.

Deuce nibbled on her clit, his teeth nipping, driving her wild with sharp pulses. Before she knew it, her crisis was upon her and she could do little but arch and cry out.

Pilar floated on a starburst for a minute, returning to cognizance at the sound of his tongue gently licking up her juices. It was warm and sexy to have him taste her that way.

When he raised his head, the lower half of his face was wet and glistening and he had a huge smile.

Her voice was husky, low when she said, "Thank you, mi corazon."

"De nada, amada." Deuce stood and lifted her further onto the bed. He reached into his discarded pants' pocket and took out a foil packet. In seconds, he was laid out on the bed, his latex-covered erection the tallest part of him. "Mount up."

Pouting but eager at the same time, Pilar straddled his thighs. "No spanking at all?"

"You want me to punish you?"

"No…but…"

"Trust me."

She did trust him, with all her heart, but she couldn't resist teasing a little. Sliding up his body, she rubbed herself over his warm hardness until she was face-to-face with him. Pilar put one finger in her mouth and sucked dramatically, then used the same wet finger to outline his lips.

His jaw muscles bunched, and he made a little growl. "You want that punishment spankin' after all, sugar?"

"No, sir." That wasn't the kind of spanking she wanted at all.

He took her by the hips and pushed her back down his body until her pussy made a moist blanket for his cock. "Then get busy." He punctuated his order with a sharp crack on her behind.

Smiling, Pilar sat upright and slid his rod deep into her body. The groan of pleasure she made was purely involuntary. It felt so good to have him there. This was a celebration of her freedom from guilty secrets and the knowledge that Deuce loved her enough to accept her, past and all.

His hand slapped down on her behind again, and started a tattoo on one side. "Ride."

Without a word, she rocked on him, driving him up, letting him slide nearly out, and back in deep again. The rhythm of her movements matched the rhythm of Deuce's hand on her rump, and the mix of stinging spanks and pleasure in her core was sweet.

Pilar started to pant as the pressure built up in her belly. Deuce switched hands on her butt. Just as she had gotten used to one rhythm, he started another, faster one on her other cheek. Spanks punctuated her soft moans and gasps.

With his free hand, Deuce teased her nipples, pinching and pulling them until her senses were torn among all the wonderful feelings throughout her body.

The spanks continued, growing faster and harder. Her ass was fiery, her pussy hot, and her breasts aching and swollen. She was riding on the crest of a wave, reaching for the sun.

Deuce was getting close, too. His eyes were half-lidded and the curves of his cheeks were tense. Once again, he switched hands, and Pilar shuddered with the renewed fire on that side of her bottom.

"My hand is gettin' sore, sugar," he teased. "I think I'll stop." His deep drawl was sexy and intoxicating.

"No!" She raked her nails down his hard belly in protest. "Don't stop!"

The spanking halted as he gathered her wrists up in one of his hands and growled at her. "No scratchin'."

Pilar bit her lower lip and nodded contritely. She'd been so carried away. "I'm sorry."

"You stopped movin', sugar."

"So did you."

He smacked her behind hard enough to pop her upright several inches. "Don't sass me, woman!"

Smiling, she resumed her rocking on him, building back up to the heights again more rapidly than before. After a minute, he let go of her hands and spanked with one hand while guiding the rhythm of her hips with the other.

They spun around the edge of the vortex, the spanks setting their pace, the heat in Pilar's butt growing harsher. He switched hands again, the hard crack of his strong right hand making her gasp and cry out. The pleasure was beginning to course through her.

His hips rose and fell under her as their bodies joined, straining to fall into the maelstrom.

Finally, it was upon her. She slammed her pussy down on him and ground her hips and he arched and pushed up deep into her. The whole world imploded for a moment, and Pilar called out her lover's name.

Deuce paused while all her nerves were firing in unison, then resumed his plunges for several seconds before he growled low and came.

Pilar collapsed against his chest, their bodies wet with sweat and hot where they touched. Her bottom ached and stung, but she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"I love you, spank-man."

"I love you, too, sugar."

* * *

The weekend before they were to take Ricky out to Journey's End for his summer cow-punching job, Deuce got tickets to see the Astros again. This time, he bought three. Although he approached it with some trepidation, he opened the car door for Pilar as they prepared to go up the walkway to Stacy and Eddie's house.

"Now, don't you let her get to you, Pilar," he reminded her.

She smiled at him and touched his face. She'd never appeared so beautiful or serene as she did at that moment. Pilar had found her confidence as he made a point of being seen with her in public and introducing her to his friends and colleagues. He was not ashamed of her, and, slowly, he was watching her blossom. She was his garden to nurture, and, if he had anything to say about it, she'd bloom like a summer rose for the rest of her life.

"No worries," she told him, taking his hand.

Stacy opened the door before they arrived at the small porch. "Deuce," she said, her smile brittle. "You brought your little playmate."

"Stacy," he said firmly. "Not my playmate, my fiancé. Is Eddie ready?"

Eddie ran up and squeezed past his mother to take Deuce's hand. "I'm here!"

Stacy eyed the three of them for a moment. When her gaze paused on Pilar, Pilar stood her ground and stared Stacy down.

Stacy's smile slipped, sinking at the corners until it was a mask of tragedy. "Fiancé. Well, fine. I can take a hint."

Deuce took a breath and gave her a tight smile. "Good, Stacy." There was still Eddie to consider and he wanted to keep things civil if he could. "We'll be back around five," he said, turning away to give Eddie's hand a tighter squeeze. "You ready, buddy?"

"Yeah! Let's go!"

Deuce was proud of Pilar for not rubbing salt into the other woman's wounds, though he knew she must want to. Instead, she took Eddie's free hand and the three went off to the baseball game.

After the game, they ate pizza and drank watered-down soda at the local kids' pizza parlor, Eddie chattering like a magpie around mouthfuls of pepperoni.