Dancing Together

by Wendi Zwaduk

  She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “It’s Christmas. You’d better wear the hat.”

  “I thought you would—and nothing else.”

  Another wave of heat crashed within her body. He knew exactly what to say.

  Chapter Seven

  Jordy twisted the watch around his wrist. She knew him too well. The thick watch was exactly what he wanted—durable with a classic look. He turned his attention back to Allyson. She yanked his shirt up over her head and tossed the garment onto the floor. The gold chain wound around her throat and draped down to her nipples glinted in the light. She clasped her hands behind her back and thrust out her breasts.

  “You’re missing something.” He nodded to the abandoned Santa hat on the coffee table in the living room. “Well?”

  “Yes, sir.” She smiled, then strolled into the other room.

  Jordy waited for her to return with the hat, but he wasn’t truly interested in getting into a scene with her. He wanted to make love to her. She belonged to him and he wanted to show her.

  Allyson marched back into the bedroom, but instead of wearing the Santa hat, she draped the fuzzy red hat on his erection. “Oh, my. Santa.”

  He grinned. “Bad girl.”

  “Yes, I am. I didn’t trust you or believe you.” She sank to her knees and moved the hat. “Let me take care of you, sir.”

  “No.” He helped her to her feet. “My turn.” He wanted to take care of her and do more than give their relationship a try. He arranged her on the bed and spread her legs. “Damn, babe.” He trailed his fingers down her inner thigh to her pussy, but didn’t touch the slick, pink skin. Instead, he dropped to his knees and nipped her inner thigh.

  “Sir.”

  He breathed in her scent. She filled his heart and soul. Without doubt, he loved her. He parted her pussy lips and dragged his tongue down her satiny, soft skin. Her cream slid over his tongue and he savored her musk. Damn. He buried his face between her legs. He couldn’t get enough.

  A moan escaped her throat. “Sir.” She bucked against his mouth, smearing her juices over his lips.

  He sucked hard on her clit, thrilled when she rewarded him with another moan. She balled her hands at her sides. Was she afraid to touch him?

  Jordy smoothed his palms along her thighs to her hips, then grasped her hands. “Touch me,” he said between licks. “Please? Watch me.”

  Allyson hesitated, then braced herself on her elbow as she grabbed a pillow. She arranged herself in order to meet his gaze as he pleased her.

  God, she turned him on. He traced the lines of her pussy lips, then sucked her clit into his mouth once again. His cock throbbed between his legs. Soon he’d be inside her. Her cream slid down his chin as she gently touched the top of his head.

  He met her gaze and smiled, while dragging his tongue along her cunt. He eased one finger into her hole, finger-fucking her as he sucked.

  Allyson tensed and trembled. Her brow furrowed and she closed her eyes. Her teeth gritted. “Jordy,” she bit out. “Fuck.”

  Her pussy clamped down tight around his finger as she rode his digit. She planted her feet on the edge of the bed. Another tremble racked her body.

  He reached between her legs and smoothed his hand over her belly to her breasts. He tugged on the chain, pleased when she cried out and bucked harder against his face.

  “More,” she begged. “Feels so good when you pull them.”

  “Mine.” Damn, he’d become territorial with her, but she belonged to him as much as she owned him. He tugged the chain in time with his finger moving within her. He timed his licks in the same cadence. Each lick and nip brought on a whimper from her and her pleased noises spurred him on. He added a second finger and moved faster.

  “Jordy.” She arched her back and moved her hips. “Oh God.”

  “Come for me,” he murmured, then resumed sucking her clit. He loved hearing his name on her lips.

  Her skin glittered with a fine sheen of perspiration and reddened as her blush spread from her hairline down to the top of her breasts. She panted and tensed again. She squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Jordy,” she repeated. A strangled cry burst from her lips. “Fuck.”

  Allyson sagged against the bed and drew her knees together. She rolled onto her side. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she came. She shivered.

  “Beautiful.” He sat back on his heels. He’d been given the best present when he’d opened his eyes and realized how much he loved her. He rummaged through the black bag for a condom. He’d waited long enough to fuck her.

  But this time wasn’t just a fuck. He’d make love to Allyson. He stood and tore the foil packet. “Babe.” He rolled the rubber over his cock, then stroked himself a couple of times. This wouldn’t take long. She had him right on the edge just from watching her come.

  Allyson settled on her back and stretched out her legs. “What do you want me to do, sir?”

  “To love me.” He climbed onto the bed and lined his dick up with her hole. He’d fucked her ass before, but there was nothing like being in her cunt. He sank balls-deep into her and leaned over Allyson.

  “Wow.” She draped her arms around his neck and squeezed his waist with her thighs. “Jordy.” His name came out in a whisper. She gazed up at him from under heavy-lidded eyes.

  “All mine.” He moved within her, caressing her. Each ripple and curve in her pussy massaged his dick. Lust swelled in his heart as he thrust in and out of her body. His balls slapped her ass and his grunts echoed in the room.

  She arched her back again and tipped her head back, thrusting her breasts toward him. He grasped her hips, shoving his dick deeper into her. When he looked into her eyes, his restraint splintered.

  Jordy dug his knees into the bed and increased the speed of his thrusts. He drove into her, skin slapping skin and moans filling the room. Every nerve ending within his body sizzled. He shook his head. A feral roar erupted from his chest. Damn. He slammed balls-deep into her. He needed Allyson so much.

  His thoughts fuzzed and nothing in the world mattered except Allyson. He eased one hand down her belly to the apex of her thighs and caressed her clit.

  “Come with me,” he coaxed. “Jesus, please. Come with me, Ally.”

  She gasped for breath and raked her fingernails over his shoulders as she tried to keep hold of him. Her legs trembled and her foot twitched.

  “Yes, babe. Yes.” He leaned over her, still tweaking her clit, and brushed his nose against hers. He wasn’t sure where he ended and she began and he sure as hell didn’t care. He smashed his mouth on hers, swallowing her moans as she tensed again.

  The beginning of her second climax was all he needed. He surged within her and gave into the orgasm. He filled the condom as she whimpered and broke the kiss. The rest of the world melted away in that moment. He braced himself on his hands and gasped for air. The room spun and he remained over her until he gathered his bearings. But that was the thing about Allyson—she knew how to rock his world, then right it again.

  “Holy shit,” he said, ending the silence. “Damn.”

  “If I smoked, I’d need one right now.” Allyson collapsed on the bed. “I’m wrung out.”

  “Me, too.” But he had to ditch the rubber. He eased out of her cunt and missed her warmth immediately. After climbing off the bed, he removed the used condom and chucked it into the garbage can.

  “Oh my gosh, wow.” The tone of Allyson’s voice rose. “Jordy!”

  “What?” He ran the toy under hot water, then left the glass plug on a towel. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s snowing!” Allyson grabbed a blanket from the bed and hurried over to the window. She draped the blanket around her shoulders. “Christmas snow!”

  “Really? In Vegas? I didn’t think they got snow.” He strolled up behind her and embraced her. Sure enough, fine white flakes fluttered past the window. Part of him wondered if the snow was created by the hotel to give the look of winter and to evoke the Christmas feeling, but h
e noticed the buildings surrounding the hotel had a white covering on their roofs.

  “Snow,” she murmured.

  He shifted his hips, dancing to the music in his head. “Amazing.”

  “It’s so pretty.” She swayed with him and leaned her head back onto his shoulder. “This has been the best Christmas ever.”

  “I haven’t given you a present yet.” Guilt welled within him. He should’ve tucked the necklace in his bag just in case.

  “Santa put you in my stocking. That’s all I wanted.” She tipped her head and kissed him. “Anything else is icing on the cake.”

  “Speaking of icing.” He slipped his hand beneath the blanket and touched the gold chain between her breasts. “This is beautiful, but I don’t want you to sleep in it. The collar, yes, but the rest? No. In case it gets snagged on something.” His territorial streak had reared its head, but she deserved his protection and care.

  “The key to the collar and chain is in the watch box. Behind the velvet,” she whispered. “Help me?”

  “You bet your ass I will.” He let go of her long enough to retrieve the box. He rummaged under the velvet for the tiny key. The bit of metal dangled from another gold chain—one to match the one decorating her breasts.

  Allyson eased up beside him. “That’s for you to wear. I’m locked up and you’ve always got the key.”

  “When we get back to Ohio, this won’t end. You and me.” He slid the key into the lock. The tiny lock unhooked, allowing him to remove the chain from her nipple ring. He freed the second lock, then took the chain between her breasts off the main collar. He curled his index finger under the collar. “This is staying put.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Allyson arranged the chain with the key around his neck and closed the clasp. “Looks sexy and manly.”

  “As long as you think it’s manly and sexy, then I’m happy.” He laughed and the sound filled the room as he tucked the freed chain in the watch box. He placed the box in the bag of toys, then turned his attention back to her. “We’re a fucked up couple. We’re not like anyone else—I’m a cockeyed Dom and you’re really good at dominating while subbing. That can’t be normal.”

  “So?” She shrugged. “What’s normal? Seriously? So we don’t follow rules and do things according to those rules. I don’t care. You like when I take the reins and tell you what I want, and I love when you push me to be better than I was to start with. It’s a good mix and we got what we wanted, right?”

  “Yes, we did. Merry Christmas, babe.” Jordy collapsed on the bed with her in his arms. He grabbed the comforter and covered their naked bodies. He loved her warmth, but welcomed the added warmth from the bedding. He settled and kept her in his embrace. The future was brighter than the star on the top of a Christmas tree because Allyson was beside him. He’d spend the rest of his life dancing with and loving the woman in his heart. Maybe next year for Christmas, they’d steal away to Vegas and make their relationship permanent. Christmas in Sin City—their perfect Christmas tradition.

  Epilogue

  One year later…

  Jordy waited in the lobby of the hotel and fidgeted with his watch. The smart watch he’d bought died the prior February, but the thick timepiece Allyson had given him worked like a charm. He checked the time once more. He’d gambled a lot by coming to Vegas at Christmas…again. He’d left his brother and sister back in Ohio with his father. This holiday was all about Jordy and Allyson.

  He rubbed his hands on his pants legs and fought the urge to run to the elevator a third time. He’d put his money on their relationship and had a hunch things would work out, but still. The conversation he’d had with Allyson before they left the school for winter break came to mind.

  No masks, but wear a Santa hat and meet me downstairs. Dress formal. You won’t regret it.

  His heart hammered and the temperature in the room seemed to spike. When in hell had the hotel decided to keep the lobby nearly a hundred degrees?

  A Christmas movie played on a gigantic television in the bar. He tried to pay attention to the black and white images, but the actors weren’t enough to tear his gaze from the elevators.

  He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. If he didn’t get a hold of himself, he’d combust and not in a good way. Fuck. He’d put all his chips, so to speak, on his surprise for the evening. Now he just needed Allyson to show up.

  “Jordy?”

  He opened his eyes and gasped. He hadn’t heard Allyson arrive, but holy shit did she blow his mind. She stood before him in a long off-white dress, embellished with crystals or rhinestones—he wasn’t sure which. A red cape lined with white trim covered her shoulders. He couldn’t see the collar she wore, but he noticed the line of gold dipping beneath the bodice of the dress. She wore the nipple chains, too? Fuck, yeah. She had no way of knowing exactly what he had in mind for the evening, but she’d dressed perfectly for the occasion. Like she’d read his mind.

  “Hi.” She smiled and clasped her hands together. “This isn’t the club.”

  “And that’s not a typical dress for the club.” He breathed in the scent of her sweet perfume. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders in thick curls and her blue eyes glittered. His cock throbbed behind his zipper. He longed to peel away her sexy layers and make love to her—after the surprise. He grasped her hand and led her across the foyer to the massive Christmas tree. “Christ, you look beautiful. Where’d you get the dress? You’ve blown my mind.”

  “Thrift store. I saw it in the summer and had to have it. I spent most of October and November restoring the crystals.” She eased the hood from her hair, then brushed the side of the cape out of the way. “It fit so well that I had to have it.”

  He was glad she had to have it, too. The gown fit her proportions and accentuated her best features. The bodice boosted her breasts and cinched around her waist like a second skin. She reminded him of an angel—a naughty angel.

  “I’m glad we decided to come back to Vegas for Christmas.” Allyson stepped in close to him and wrapped her hands around his forearm. “What do you have planned for tonight? Christmas movies? Wine?” Her eyes glittered. “A good Christmas fuck?”

  Jordy swallowed his fear and removed the Santa hat he wore. If he didn’t get moving with his surprise, he’d never go through with the plan. He dropped to one knee. “Babe, I don’t want you just as my playmate or my girlfriend. You’re more than a sub to me. Let’s make Christmas even more special. Will you marry me?”

  The sparkles on her bodice caught the light as she gasped and tried to breathe. She covered her mouth with both hands and a tear slipped down her cheek.

  Jordy stared at her. Why wasn’t she saying yes? He glanced down at his hands. Fuck. He’d forgotten to offer up the ring. He swatted his coat pocket to ensure the box was there, then pulled the box out. He opened the flocked lid.

  “This tends to work better when there’s a ring involved.” He tugged the diamond ring from the black satin. “How about now? Will you marry me?”

  “You know I will.” She tugged lightly on his fingers, hauling him to his feet. “You own my heart.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief and slipped the ring onto her finger. One hurdle down…one to go. “Then come with me down to the chapel. I don’t want to wait. We’re here, it’s Christmas and I can’t think of a better, more private way to do this on our special holiday.”

  Her smile widened and she nodded. “So this was your grand surprise?” She kissed him hard on the lips. “I love it.” She stayed close and whispered, “I can’t wait for you to unwrap your present this year.”

  “Whatever it is, as long as it’s from you, it’s perfect.” He wrapped his arm around her. “Ready?”

  “To spend the rest of my life with you, Jordy Murphy? Yes, I am.”

  Jordy escorted her through the lobby to the chapel and grinned the entire way. He’d found his heart and his soul mate in the most beautiful package. Now he’d have many more Christmases and forever to spend with he
r. Merry Christmas, indeed.

  About Wendi Zwaduk

  Like spicy romance? So do I! Come along on this journey with me.

  I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as they have independent women keeping them in line. I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild. Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance all feature prominently in my books. I’ve got a fetish for faded concert tees, loud music and Jeeps.

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  Electronic book publication December 2015

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