Hooked #4 (The Hooked Romance Series - Book 4) (8 page)

I did. I lay on my back, waiting. I didn’t dare say
anything; I loved being a part of his game. I loved being a part of it all. I
spread my legs wide, allowing the smell of his cock to emanate throughout the
dance studio. Finally, he crawled toward me; he couldn’t take it anymore. He
feasted on my pussy once more, this time forcing his tongue hard against my
clit, against my pussy, until I felt like I was going to go crazy. I lifted my
hips into the air, feeling like I was levitating.

And then, his cock was in me, thrusting in me once
more. He looked at me passionately in the eye, saying my name over and over
again. “Molly, I—“

He couldn’t finish it. He continued thrusting. I
brought my arms around him, cupping his head, his butt. I longed, more than
anything, to have that passion continue on into the night and early morning. I
never wanted anything else. As I lay beneath him, feeling such immense
pleasure, I wanted to keep him. I wanted him to be mine. But I didn’t know how.
So I decided to live in this moment forever. I decided not to worry about what
he thought about the future; I decided not to worry about if he wanted to be a
couple or not. I decided not to worry that I wouldn’t have passionate sex like
this again. After all, it was so much like what my mother had said. I wouldn’t
regret this, not really. It was what I wanted all along. And I had it.
If only for a moment.

I felt the pleasure rising; I felt like my head was
going to explode. “I’m going to cum, baby,” I murmured to him. I felt the blood
rising in my body. I was going to
cum
. I brought my
hand around his head as he thrust into me once, twice.
Again.
Again.

“
Me
too, baby.” He kissed
me passionately. “Let’s do it together. Come on.
Cum with me
baby.
Come on. I love you.
Cum with me.”

My heart felt like it was going to explode. I felt
my body shudder alongside his as our organism lifted us, giving us solace from
the pressure that was building, building in his cock, in my pussy. We gasped
together in the immediate moments after, looking at each other in the eyes,
wide-eyed and wondering. What had just happened between us? And why was it more
wonderful than anything
else
?

He stripped himself off my body and
laid
next to me in the sweat, beneath the hazy lights of the
dance studio. I leaned over on my elbow to look at him, at his fine profile. I
wanted to know everything about him. I wanted him to tell me everything he’d
ever known; everything he’d ever said.

He breathed out slowly, his lips large. “Wow. That
was incredible.”

I nodded, playing with his nipple, with his chest.
He grinned and smacked me away playfully. “It was okay,” I answered.

I lay my head on his chest, feeling the
beat-beat-beat of his heart as he began to fall into a sort of in-between
sleep. I rocked him lightly.
“Baby.
Don’t fall asleep
on the wooden floor, okay? Just. Just don’t.”

He grinned, biting his lips. “I can die here, now.”

“No you can’t,”
I laughed, rising up, allowing my breasts to bounce a little bit. I was such a
perky blonde before him, making his eyes dance. “You have to stay alive so we
can do that again.”

He smiled at
me and rose
up
quickly, tackling me back, like a lion. He kissed my neck, my cheek, my
forehead. His body felt so warm, so soft above mine. “You’re a little
spit-fire, aren’t you?”

I snapped my fingers and thought for a moment. “I
think I just remembered something!” I pushed him off of me and ran to the side
hallway, where my old office had been. I rummaged through an old closet of
things I’d forgotten during the move. Sure enough, deep in the back, I found
the bottle of wine my mother had gotten me when I’d opened the place more than
a year ago.

I showed it to him as I rushed back into the dance
studio, still naked. He was leaning on his hand, lying on his side. He nodded
as I entered. “Now, we’re in business.”

I opened the bottle with an opener I still had
hidden away in the old desk. I poured the wine into two small coffee cups,
purchased from
a Goodwill
in Indiana, I was certain.
We
clinked
our glasses together, there on the floor of
the beautiful dance studio. I sipped the wine, watching as he sipped his. Our
naked bodies gleamed beneath the lights of the studio.

“What do you think you’ll do?” he asked. “Do you
think you’ll keep the old place, or come back to this dance studio?” He gestured
around him.

I thought for a moment, peering around me. The other
one had so much work to go and was further from my apartment. The other one was
situated above a pub, which could draw problems. I did love it, in a way. But
this old dance studio was my real home. It was where I felt most like myself.
It was where I had conceived ideas for so many different dance recitals, for so
many different things my life could be. It was also where, that evening, Drew
and I had created something together.
Something truly
beautiful.

I tapped at the wood. “As long as we can clean up
these sweaty floorboards, I think we’re in business.”

Drew laughed, shaking his head and drinking once
more. “You’re irresistible, you know that?”

“That’s definitely not true,” I shot back, smiling.
“I remember after the baseball game—after all that stuff—you didn’t call me for
weeks!”

“Didn’t I?” Drew said, his eyes flashing. “Did you
want me to call?”

I shrugged my shoulders, playing coy.
“Of course not.
I had many other things to do.
People to see.”
I smiled. I brought myself toward him,
aligning my body with his. I could still feel his heart beating fast beneath my
head. He sighed evenly.

“You know. I haven’t done the couple thing. Not for
a long, long time. It broke my heart when I was in college,” Drew murmured. He
kissed the back of my head.

“I didn’t know this about you,” I whispered back.

“Well. That’s why I’m not good at committing to
people, you know. Not even to you.
You who deserves it.
But you’ve always been different, Molly. I sensed it the moment I met you in
that coffee shop. You were the woman for me.”

I spun around, looking at him with wide eyes. What
was he saying?

“I think I want to be in a couple with you.” He
grabbed my hand and kissed it slowly, allowing his eyes to link with mine. I
felt a stirring in my naked body; I felt my pussy grow wet once more.
“If you want to be official.
We can be official.”

I leaped upon him, kissing him passionately. I felt
his tongue in my mouth, and I closed my eyes. After a moment, I pulled myself
away, allowing myself to tell him: “I want to be official. I want to be with
you.”

He nodded. He brought me on top of him, and I began
to ride him, hot and heavy, allowing my breasts to bounce in his face. My body
was at its prime; my pussy was wet and dripping. I felt his cock deep in my
body, making me nearly scream as I humped him. We were together, even as we
fucked each other. We were together, even as we played together and teased each
other. He was mine. And I was his.

CHAPTER
NINE

The next morning, Drew and I rose early, at around
six, and got dressed at the dance studio. We ran down the street to his
apartment, donned running clothes, and trekked to the lake. It was the first
day of November, and already Lake Michigan was looking grey, crispy. I grabbed
his hand as I led him toward my favorite part of the trail.

We ran swiftly next to each other, pounding our legs
onto the sand. He was fast—almost too fast—but I kept up with him. I watched as
his supple back muscles
lurched
this way, then that as
we ran together. I allowed my limbs to grow long, like a ballerina’s, beside
him.

We stopped to grab water as we neared the end of the
trail. I tossed the water back into my mouth, and he wrapped his sweating arms
around me. He planted a great kiss on my mouth. Suddenly, his cell phone began
to ring in his pocket. He grabbed it and looked at it, saying “Shit!”

“What is it?”

“They’re about to demolish the new building I bought
for the bookstore. I really need to get the ball rolling on this,” he said. “I
completely forgot.”

I smiled at him, taking his hand. “Let me come with
you.”
 

We rushed toward the street and hailed a taxi. We
cuddled in the backseat, unable to remove our hands from each other’s bodies.
We coursed toward Wicker Park, toward a building not far from my apartment
building. In fact, it was only three blocks away. I eyed him, and he shrugged.
“I thought ahead, okay?” he tickled me.

We lurched from the taxi and I stared up at the
building. It was about to fall over; this was clear. “You’re going to demolish
this beautiful place?” I teased him once more.

A few construction workers had already arrived, as
had Mel and her baby, Jackson. I rushed toward them and flung my arms around both
of them, feeling like I was on top of the world. I kissed baby Jackson on his
sweet little nose. This pleased Mel, of course. She grinned at me. “Sorry I
couldn’t tell you about—about what I was sending you to, yesterday.”

She was referencing sending me to the old dance
studio, to find Drew. “You little sneaky lady,” I said, laughing. “It was
wonderful.
Actually—one of the best days of my life.”

She brought her hand out and grabbed my shoulder.
“You’ll be great together, Molly. I think you need each other. You know? You’re
both two of the loneliest people in the world. Maybe that won’t be true
anymore.”

I thought about this as the great bulldozer came
forward, as its great ball swung from side to side. Had Drew been lonely before
me? Certainly being afraid of things made you afraid to seek comfort, seek
solace. My mother had been afraid for years after the death of my father. And
she’d been afraid even before that of being alone. That was why she’d stuck
with him all those years; that was why she’d decided to stay in Indianapolis
instead of pursuing her dreams.

I had been afraid as well. I’d been afraid I wasn’t
good enough for my dreams. I had been afraid that I wasn’t going to succeed and
that I wasn’t good enough for Drew and that—well. The list went
on and on
. My fear was immense.

Drew placed a hat on his head as the bulldozer crept
further. He gestured toward several men as they discussed their plan of attack.
I turned toward Mel, my best friend in the world. “Do you want to grab bagels
for the boys?”
 

“Coffee, god.
I need some coffee,” Mel spurted, laughing.

We walked toward the coffee shop, once more. The
same coffee shop in which I’d bumped into Drew. The same coffee shop that’d
changed my life. Just as I’d hoped, I found the young, pimpled man at the
counter.

“Good morning,” he said to us, bleary-eyed.

“Good morning!” I called to him in a chipper voice.
I looked in the great window, looking at the bagels, all stacked in a line.
“We’re going to need something like ten bagels.
With cream
cheese.
Let’s see.” And I named them all, haphazardly, one after
another.
Poppy seed.
Blueberry.
Everything.
Pumpernickel.
I
handed a wheat one to baby Jackson, who’d begun to eat solid foods recently. He
pounded it on his mother’s chest and laughed and laughed with just a hint of
maniacal attitude.

We paid for the bagels, and walked back just as the
bulldozer struck the building, allowing bricks to crumble to the earth.
Everyone below began to clap. It was ridiculously amazing to see
something—something that had taken time, effort, everything—to fall to the
ground. But there it
went,
brick-by-brick.

I watched a young mother and her young son walk
toward it on their way to someplace else. The young son spoke up to his mother,
asking her: “What are they doing that for?”

“They’re making a bookstore, Jim,” the mother
answered. “We can buy your comic books there.”

Jim the young boy leaped into the air, showing me
the bottom of his orange tennis shoes. Tiny creatures rimmed the exterior,
giving them a whimsical quality. There was so much you couldn’t understand
about a person unless you looked at them closely; unless you gave them room to
breathe.

The young boy and his mother walked on, leaving me
there with Mel and Jackson. Jackson cooed up at his mother, a small bit of
bagel dangling from his new teeth. Mel shook her head, looking toward me. “Do
you see your future?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I have a whole
lotta
stuff to do before that,” I said, running off.

I reached Drew, finally. I caught his body up in my
arms and held him close in a deep hug. I looked up at his surprised eyes. “What
are you doing?” he murmured, not unkindly.

“I just realized I have some things to do today. Can
I meet you at your place tonight? We can drink wine, talk to Hector, dance in
the big room, and make love?”