The Last Dance (3 page)

I lay in bed picturing his eyes closed, his smile, and sighed. “Tell me about you. Tell me about your childhood, about your parents, your sisters.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” I said wistfully.

We spent hours talking about our childhoods, laughing at the similarities in our upbringing. I told him how I wasn’t very popular, and though sad but true, aside from Molly, my mother was my true best friend.

“I just kind of blended in.”

“Violet, I highly doubt that,” he remarked.

“It’s true, even in college I was just kind of a homebody. Never really that reckless. I’m pretty boring, not too much of a colorful past.”

“You are more to handle than any other woman I have ever dealt with,” he said with certainty.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I’ll let you,” he rasped playfully.

His mother was an art dealer and currently owned a gallery in downtown Savannah. His father retired several years ago as a banker. Rhys now lived in his childhood home, which he bought from his parents when they moved to their new home on Tybee Island, less than an hour away from the city. He said that house would stay in his family as long as it was in his power. He was a bit of a traditionalist.

We moved onto dating. I was more curious than ever about his past. He had the typical high school experience that included losing his virginity to a steady girlfriend, but after her he had never stayed with one girl for long. He discovered his thirst for kink when he was at his sexual peak with a partner in college.

“The more painful it was for her, the harder I got and the more excited she became, and so we sought out to find others who were into the same thing. We experimented a lot. I took it to the extremes until I found someone who taught me what I needed to know.”

“And your extreme side now?” I asked.

“Still there and is your red,” he stated plainly.

“Have I seen it all?” I asked, hoping for the answer he gave next.

“Not even close,” he said, his voice low, causing a tingle to spread down my spine.

I quickly changed the subject. Only a day apart and I was about to lose my control.

He had two sisters, Heidi and Hillary, who he nicknamed big H and little H, and he was the youngest. His sister Hillary watched Bryce once or twice a week so Rhys didn’t feel so overwhelmed. She had young children of her own, and Rhys felt guilty that his son had no one to play with. He said they used to switch out until her family multiplied to four. Heidi, the one who I had met at brunch, was a photographer and a free spirit. I could tell she was Rhys’s favorite by the way he spoke. He said she was a reluctant mother, but would be fantastic at it.

“So why the vasectomy?” I asked, curious.

“It was more at the insistence of the mother when she got pregnant. I knew it was reversible, so I did it. I don’t regret it. It’s actually great to not have to worry about it. I’m concentrating on the one kid I have for now.”

“Rhys, do you want more?” I asked, hopeful.

“Do you want another proposal of marriage, specifically from me?” he said in a mocking tone. I couldn’t tell if he was testing me or laughing at me, and I hated it.

SHUT UP, VIOLET. SHUT UP NOW.

“I’m sorry. I…you should get some sleep.” His laughter echoed through the room as I’d had him on speaker for the last hour. “Stop laughing at me! If this was a first date, you would NOT get a kiss goodnight.”

“No, I’d already have you gasping and coming and naming our future children.”

My entire body lit up like a Christmas tree at his words and I groaned in frustration. “Ugh, you are such a conceited ass,” I said, frustrated at his playfulness, my heart beat spiking at the truth of his words.

“You are so cranky when you are horny. I would love to put you out of your misery. It’s a little late for a plane, are you a good swimmer, Violet?”

“Rhys,” I said, now standing at the window again, stunned by the beauty of it. “If we…make it, I want to come back here to this very room and not talk at all for days. I can’t even explain to you how beautiful this is. A picture won’t do it justice. Just know the moon is full and the water is sparkling like it’s covered in diamonds. It smells amazing, ten times better than your bath salt. I’m standing here right now, surrounded by a room of white, a cool breeze blowing through the curtains, and all I want is you to be behind me. Promise me, if we make it as a couple, we will come here one day together.”

I got nothing.

“Rhys?”

“I’m here. Jesus, what your voice does to me. I can’t even explain the fucking spell you just put me under. I promise.”

“Go to sleep. Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

She was killing me. I couldn’t even stop myself from staring at that damn picture. She had covered her bruised eye, her fingers pulling her hat down over half her face, and all that was left was the fullness of her lips, the hollow of her chest, and the round fullness of her perfect tits I couldn’t touch. As if that wasn’t enough, it was followed by her beautiful belly and thick hips. Those legs hurt to look at; they physically
hurt.
I would never tire of her smart mouth and sexy ass.

She was an answer to a prayer I had never asked.

I heard Bryce call out to me and walked over to his room then waited outside the door.

“Da da da da da.”

He wasn’t crying, he was just talking to himself. I looked at the clock. Midnight, shit.

Go back to sleep, little man.

My phone vibrated in my hand. I looked at the ID.

The Devil.

I stood stunned as I stared at the phone in my hand. I hadn’t heard from her in almost a year.

“I told you to never to call me again,” I snapped as I answered.

“You miss me and you know it.” Her voice used to get me hard in seconds, now it was like nails on a chalkboard.

“The hell I do. I told you I don’t want or need anything from you.” Bryce was getting louder, so I walked down the hall to the bathroom so she couldn’t hear. This wouldn’t take long.

“I think about you all the time. There is no way you have forgotten me.” She sounded so smug, so damn confident. It disgusted me.

“I can’t really say the same. What the fuck do you want?”

“So, who is she?”

“What do you want?” I gritted out, irritated.

“You, your cock filling me, right now,” she said in a seductive tone I was all too familiar with.

“Ship has sailed. Sailed fifteen months ago. I’ve gotten all I’ve ever wanted from you,” I said, matter of fact, my boredom clear over the line.

“I think we both know that’s not true, Rhys.”

I never used the word hate, and I never thought I would feel it toward someone I used to care about, but I was sure in this case, I hated her. I stayed quiet, having no desire to entertain her at all. I should have never answered the phone.

“And how is he?”

“Seriously, you will never know good or bad. Are we done here?” I couldn’t even handle her with care anymore, the way I used to. I had no intentions of ever treating her like she was important ever again.

“Rhys, please at least come soothe me.”

I laughed at her. She had actually assumed I would go aid her in her sexual depravity. “Why don’t you ask the idiot who flogged you? Seriously, is there a mental illness in your family? Not a chance. Don’t call me again.”

“What’s her name? This has to be because of a woman. You were always a bit soft on your subs. Too soft to be a good Dom,” she hissed.

“Fuck you. You can’t, nor will you ever know
her
name, and she will never know yours. Neither will your
son
.”

I hung up. Things must be going horribly for her to have graced me with that phone call. I didn’t know why I was so surprised she had the audacity to call me and beg for it. When it came to her, nothing surprised me.

“DA DA DA DA DA!”

“Okay, son,” I said, walking into his room. He smiled so wide, I couldn’t help but return it. He was trying to hoist himself from his crib as I approached him. Soon he would figure it out.

“Young man, go back to sleep,” I said, feigning a command. He giggled and reached for me, opening his hands. Even my son knew I was a sucker for him and didn’t take me seriously. Some Dom I was. I couldn’t even get a baby to obey me.

“Come on, big boy.”

He pointed to his diaper and I nodded as I picked him up. I shook my head as I grabbed him.

“You are the only baby I have ever heard of that summons his father to clean the crap off him. You are either really smart, which I’m thinking you are, or very OCD, which could be a problem.”

He studied me as I ripped open his diaper to change him. “You know, I’m thankful every day that you look like me, kid.” He smiled again and pulled at my nose as I leaned in. “You’re a handsome devil. You sure have worked your magic on my girlfriend.”

I sat with him in his rocking chair with the light dimmed and pulled out my phone. “Want to see Violet?”

“Tet,” he said, attempting to say her name.

“Yep.”

“Tet.”

I pulled up the picture. It wasn’t exactly age appropriate, but I was sure my son could appreciate beauty when he saw it. “Violet.”

“Tet.”

“Good enough.” He looked up at me then back at the phone, picked it out of my hand and threw it to the floor.

“I may want her, kid, but I’ll always be your daddy. Now, do me a favor and pass out.” I covered his eyes with my hands and he fought viciously to remove them. I chuckled and brought him to my bed with me and we both fell asleep looking at the world’s most beautiful screensaver.

HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD, A MASSAGE!

“People should be ordered to get one of these once a month,” I grunted to my current therapist, Alana. I continued, “Crime would be lower, the world would unite as one. I’m telling you, this could solve any crises.” Alana chuckled as she leaned in, working my lower back. “Oh, God, oh, that’s … fuck that’s great. Whoops, sorry about my mouth.”

“It’s okay, Violet, I’ve heard the word.” I looked up to her and she winked at me.

“Ahhhh…” I belted out for both our benefit. She had a velvet voice and nice brown eyes. She was tall but slender, and had hands that could melt a statue.

“I don’t see a ring,” Alana said, working my arms. “Are you here with someone?”

“No, I’m alone, though I am regretting that right about now. It’s been a crazy few months. I just needed a break.”

“I can feel the crazy few months in your shoulders,” she said, soothingly working the hard knots out with ease.

“You have no idea,” I said, pressing my face tighter into the cushion as she rubbed in more scented oil.

“You have twenty minutes,” she said, her voice lifting in curiosity.

I thought about confessing my sins. I was alone in the Caymans. Chances are she would never see me again. I had never been able to open up to another woman about Rhys, but still couldn’t bring myself to tell the whole truth.

“The cliff notes version is I am days away from a divorce, I was recently robbed and beaten then left for dead, I became involved with a man that has completely ruined me for all other men, but is right now a little bit of a mystery. He’s kind of perfect, but has … a dark side, I guess.”

Understatement of the year, Violet.

“Wow,” she said, digging her elbows into the hard tissue just above my ass.

I chuckled. “All that just in the last
two
months.
That
might be one reason I’m here.” I shook my head with wide eyes as I glanced at her over my shoulder. “Anyway, I wanted to make sure I am in love with the dude not the dick, even though I’m sure it’s both.”

“Well, honey, it sounds like a win-win to me. Love a little mystery in a man.”

My phone vibrated and I grinned back at her. “This is him. Let’s make him jealous.”

I let out a moan as I slid my phone to answer. “Rhys, oh GOD, the hands, mmmmmm.”

“What the hell are you doing?” he chuckled as I moaned in his ear.

“Mmm, oh, yes! Don’t stop.”

More chuckling from him.

I deadpanned, “What? No jealousy for me? I’ll have you know I’m being rubbed down by a set of hot hands right now.”

“Those better be the hands of a woman, or maybe I should warn you of what happens when I get truly jealous.” His tone was deadly. I got hot immediately.

“That’s more like it,” I said instantly, no longer interested in the hands that were touching me.

“Violet, I’m warning you now, you moan in my ear one more time, I’ll make your homecoming painful.”

“Mmmm,” I said, thinking of the ways it could be.

“Was that for me or her?” he said, his voice rough and laced with want.

“You, always for you.” Alana tapped my shoulder and smiled. I waved her a ‘thank you’ and sat up. “I like your hands more.”

“Then come back.” His words were harsh. He wasn’t enjoying the distance. My heart tugged. I knew he wanted me without a doubt. I was sure I wouldn’t last the week.

“I’ll be divorced in two days,” I piped happily.

“Good, I’ll see you then?”

“I’m thinking about it,” I said seriously.

“I have to get back to work. Tonight, same time?”

“Perfect.”

You will write one damn thing on your bucket list before you go back to Savannah, Vi.