by Naomi Niles
“You’re sure?” I asked anxiously.
“A hundred percent,” she said insistently. “Now go back inside and put your best flirting face on.”
I laughed. “Sure, whatever that means.”
“I’m serious, Mia,” Vanessa said. “You’ve got a hot fireman standing right in front of you. What are you going to do about it?”
I smiled. I was wondering the same thing myself.
Chapter Thirteen
Sam
I was staring at the door when Jackson approached me. “I thought she turned you down?” he said. “How’d you convince her to give you a shot?”
“I didn’t,” I replied. “She just happened to be here tonight. All I did was convince her to play a game of pool with me.”
“I don’t know, man,” Jackson said with raised eyebrows. “She looks like she could be into you.”
“You think so?” I asked hopefully.
“Hell, yeah. She’s over here with you instead of over there with her friends, right?”
Jackson’s observation gave me a spark of hope. I turned to him and noticed the woman at the bar staring over at us. She was blonde, dark eyed, and was close to being very drunk. “I think your friend is waiting for you,” I pointed out.
Jackson turned his face to her and favored her with a wink. “What do you think?” he asked, turning back to me.
“She’s certainly your type,” I nodded.
“Her name is Matilda,” Jackson replied. “Or maybe it was Marianne. I’m not quite sure.”
“Maybe you should get that straight before you go over there.”
“Please,” he said. “I doubt she’s the kind of girl who cares if you get her name wrong. She wants the same thing I want. And it’s not conversation.”
“Then why are you over here talking to me?”
Jackson smiled. “I was wondering if you could do me a solid.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve done you so many already…but okay. What is it?”
“Would you mind closing up the bar for me tonight?” Jackson asked. “I was supposed to do it, but...”
“Your lady awaits,” I finished for him.
“Precisely,” he nodded. “And I hate to keep a hard on waiting.”
I laughed. “Fine. Go ahead. I’ll handle things on this end.”
“You’re the best, man!” Jackson said emphatically.
“And, don’t you forget it,” I said.
The moment Jackson disappeared, I saw Mia come back into the bar. She put her phone away and walked towards me. She looked a little more relaxed as she gave me a warm smile.
“Everything alright at home?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yup,” she replied.
“Good.” I smiled.
“How about another game of pool?”
I wrinkled my brows and looked out towards the dance floor. “Actually, how about a little dancing?”
“Urgh,” she groaned.
“Come on,” I said, moving a little closer. “It’ll be fun.”
“I get so self conscious every time I dance.”
“I have the perfect remedy for that,” I said.
“Which is what?”
I smiled and pushed another drink into her hand. “Alcohol.”
Mia stared at the fresh drink and then laughed. “I’ve already drunk too much.”
“If you’re worried about being self-conscious on the dance floor, then you obviously haven’t had enough.”
“Good point,” she conceded as she took a big gulp from the glass. She shook her head as she set down it down, and I slipped my arm around her waist, steering her towards the dance floor.
“I don’t know about this,” Mia mumbled.
“Forget everything else,” I said. “Forget that we’re surrounded by people. Forget that we’re in a public place. Forget that you have a job and a mortgage and a car to repair. For right now…it’s just you and me.”
I saw her eyes widen a little as I spoke. It was almost as though she were internalizing my words and finding they were a comfort to her. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me. The warmth of her body made me a shiver a little, and I almost laughed at the contradiction.
Suddenly, I felt her loosen up against me. Her body moved more freely, her hips swung from side to side, and her face cleared of worry and thought.
She danced as if in slow motion at first, and then her body responded to the loud, rhythmic music we were surrounded by. We danced and drank, then we danced and drank some more.
The whole time, I felt as though Mia were shedding her skin and allowing the woman beneath the surface to make her entrance. It was the woman she had been before she’d been forced to grow up, before she’d become a lawyer and a mother.
As the night wore on, the bar emptied of people. Mia’s friends came over to say goodbye, and she bade them farewell as though she had never expected to go home with them. She stayed behind, and we danced until we were the only two people left in the bar.
“Oh God,” Mia said, looking around as though she’d only just realized that we were alone. “The bar’s empty.”
I smiled. “It’s just the two of us,” I nodded.
“We should go,” Mia said. “Before we’re kicked out.”
She swayed a little and I grabbed her and pulled her towards me. “We don’t need to,” I told her.
“Why?”
“Because my friend owns the bar, remember?” I reminded her. “Also, I’m part owner, which means we can stay for as long as we like.”
“You’re part owner?” she asked again.
“Yes.”
She raised her eyebrows. “A fireman and a bar owner,” she said. “Strange combination.”
“I’m more of a silent partner, really,” I smiled. “An investor, so to speak.”
“Ah.”
She pulled away from me a little and started dancing alone in the middle of bar, as though nobody was watching. She had really released her inhibitions, and I found it mesmerizing to watch her. I sat down on one of the bar stools and leant back so that I could enjoy the sight of her twirling around on her bare feet, her shoes kicked off long ago. She looked like some exotic mirage dancer, like a siren from a dream.
I sipped my beer and stared at her. She did a small pirouette and then turned to me with a smile on her face. It was obvious that she knew I was watching her, and it was even more obvious that she didn’t care. In fact, she appeared to like the fact that she had my undivided attention.
“I used to want to be a dancer when I was a little girl,” she told me.
“What kind?”
“A ballerina, of course,” Mia replied. “I took lessons for about a year.”
“What happened?”
“I didn’t have the discipline,” she replied with a shrug. “I was too tall, too clumsy, and far too easily distracted. I never stopped dreaming about being a dancer though. Even after I stopped my lessons.”
“I thought you said you felt self conscious dancing?”
“I do,” Mia smiled. “This kind of dancing is different. Ballet is…structured. There’s a specific way to move, to turn, to bend. There’s order in the movement, there are rules.”
“You like the rules?”
Mia smiled as she danced a little closer to me. “I think that’s the reason I turned to law in the end. I liked knowing that there was a set of rules in place and if you broke them, then there were consequences. It’s a simplistic way of looking at things, I know. But that’s what first drew me to law.”
She was moving slower now. The movements of her slow paced dance were becoming more sensual, more pronounced, and more inviting. It was like she was drawing me in, putting me under a spell.
I felt my body heat up. I wanted to approach her; I wanted to touch her. I wanted to put my mouth against her neck. I wanted to lick the sweetness between her legs. I wanted to feel her shudder underneath me.
And yet at the same time, I didn’t want to
approach her for fear she might disappear before my eyes. She seemed like some otherworldly creature. She seemed like some fantasy my imagination had conjured up to test me somehow, to challenge me.
I had vowed to always be single and carefree, and it was like the universe was testing me by placing the perfect woman within arm’s reach.
I wanted to walk away because I knew that meant preserving my lifestyle. And in the same breath, I wanted to devour her whole. I wanted to lose myself in her and construct a new man instead, someone that deserved her.
“It’s the alcohol talking,” I whispered to myself.
“What?” Mia asked as her green eyes fell onto mine.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, setting down my beer.
“What does it feel like?” Mia asked, raising her arms and moving them from side to side. “To save people’s lives every day?”
My eyes followed the movement of her arms. I wanted to grab them both and pin them to the wall so that I could fuck her against it.
“It feels…like flying,” I replied.
She laughed. “I always wanted to fly. I always wished I would magically sprout wings one day and just…take off.”
I smiled at the look of far off wonderment on her face. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I said. I had meant to think it, but I heard the words come out of my mouth, and it felt as though I had never said anything truer.
She stopped moving. She stopped her dancing and stared at me for a long moment. This was what it felt like to be hypnotized. I could feel myself falling into her. No woman had ever approached me like that, with single-minded purpose, with unapologetic, raw desire.
When she approached me, I froze where I stood. And when she threw her arms around me and started kissing me, I could only grip the sides of the bar and pray this wasn’t a dream.
Chapter Fourteen
Mia
I was drunk, but it was the kind of drunk that held awareness. I knew what was happening, everything before me was crystal clear.
Sam sat in front of me with his beer in one hand. His eyes were on me, roving over my body like a starving man. I wanted him more desperately in that moment than I had ever wanted anything in my whole life. But I wanted to prolong the moment. I wanted to watch him, watching me.
“What does it feel like?” I asked. “To save people’s lives every day?”
I was only vaguely conscious of my body. I knew I was dancing, but I wasn’t connected to the movements. My body was moving of its own accord.
His hazel eyes were sharp and focused as he gazed at me. “It feels…like flying,” he answered.
I let out a deep breath. It was a beautiful description, and it felt like the right one. I told him about my childhood wish for flight. It was just a passing thought I wanted to share with someone, a small piece of my childhood I hadn’t remembered till just now.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
His words were soft and reverent. They engulfed me in that moment and heightened my desires. I was finally ready to be held. After years of being alone, after years of staving off the fierce bite of loneliness, I was ready to be welcome a man’s touch.
I dropped my arms and stared at Sam for a moment. He really was a beautiful man. He reminded me of Clint somehow. It had nothing to do with looks. Clint had been leaner and ganglier. It was just a feeling that linked them together.
I approached Sam without hesitation. I took his face into my hands and kissed him on the lips. It was a perfect, erotic kiss. I could smell his breath on my tongue. I could feel his eyelashes tickle my face. I was aware of the fact that he was gripping the bar as though he were scared he would lose control. I ran my tongue across his lower lip and felt him shudder. Then I pulled away and stared into those calm hazel eyes.
He held my gaze for a moment, and then I felt his hands come down around my hips. He rubbed my sides slowly before his hands travelled to my ass, cupping my buttocks and lifting me in the next breath so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. With my hands around his neck, I bent my head down to kiss him as he walked towards the pool table, carrying me as though I barely weighed a thing. Then, he placed me down spread eagle on the pool table and climbed on top of me.
It had been years since I’d been with a man. It had been years since anyone had touched me the way that Sam was touching me now. It was overwhelming – and I was desperate for more. There were so many things I wanted to do to him. There were so many things I wanted him to do to me. I wanted to fit years of missed opportunity into these few straggling moments of lust.
Sam settled himself on top of me, even as his hand travelled up between my legs. I parted them slightly for him, and he examined me gently, pushing two lean fingers inside me to inspect my wetness. I had wanted to prolong the moment, but I knew instantly that I had been waiting too long. I wanted him to fuck me now.
I reached out with my hands and unbuttoned his pants. He helped me push them off and then sat up a little so he could remove his shirt. I stared in wonder at his nakedness. His body looked as though it had been carved from stone.
And yet somehow, it was even more beautiful because it wasn’t perfect. There was a light dusting of chest hair just above the hard wall of muscle that lined his stomach. He had a few scars lining his body. He even had a small mark that I recognized as a burn scar above his left nipple.
I pushed myself up on my elbows just so that I could kiss that spot. He was a real man – raw and unadorned. His body was a testament to that.
After I was done marvelling at his perfect chest and his rock hard abs, my eyes fell to his groin. His penis was large and willingly erect. I felt another swell of wetness between my thighs as I gazed at the length of him.
I reached out with one hand to cup his penis so that I could guide him inside me. I slipped in easily and gasped in delirious excitement as we fused together like two parts of a jigsaw. He pushed himself deep inside me and held himself there for a long moment before he drew back again. I grabbed at the muscle on his back and closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the wave of sensations I’d almost forgotten.
He fucked me slowly at first, in gentle unhurried motions that had a certain rhythmic motion. With one hand, he pulled off my blouse and unfastened my bra. When my breasts were loose and free, Sam bent his head down and took a nipple into his mouth, playing with it and teasing me with a new wave of sensations. I moaned and writhed, but he just kept going.
I pulled his face up to mine desperately and started kissing him with new vigour. I wanted to taste him; I wanted to feel his tongue doing battle with my own. I wanted the burning heat of those carnal desires being met. I lost myself in the moment and bit down on his lower lip. His body shuddered as he pulled away for a moment, though he never once cried out.
I wanted to say I was sorry, but the apology froze on my tongue when I saw the new lust in his eyes. He set his hands down firmly on either side of my head and started ramming into me with a strength I didn’t know he had. He was strong and powerful, and my body wasn’t prepared for the onslaught.
I gripped at the edges of the pool table, and I heard myself screaming in new bouts of ecstasy. My screams only seemed to spur him on further until all I could hear was the sound of my moans intermingled with the sound of our flesh making contact. My orgasm was like a heavy release. It was like being delivered after years of starvation. And in that moment, I honestly believed I had achieved my childhood dream of flight. Because that was what it felt like…it felt like I was flying.
I shuddered and writhed, and he kept fucking me like the world was going to end. Just when I thought it was over, he grabbed me and pulled me upright so that I was straddling him, so that I was looking down at him. His hands gripped my ass and guided me for a few moments until I gained my bearings and was ready to take the reins.
I moved my hips back and forth, this position giving me new sensations to play with. I clung to his neck, his arms, and his chest, thrilled with t
he little beads of sweat forming there. I licked them off while I grinded violently against him, bringing my second orgasm to completion. A few seconds later, he came, too, and I felt his body collapse against mine. I kissed the side of his face as he rubbed his hands up and down my back.
We held each other for perhaps a minute before I pulled away and reached for my discarded clothes. Sam disentangled himself from my limbs and hopped down off the pool table. Then he helped me down, and we got dressed together.
“Would you take me home please?” I asked.
“Of course,” Sam nodded.
I waited patiently while he closed up and then led me to his pick up. He started the drive to my place, and I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me, despite the nagging headache starting to emerge at my temples. By the time we got home, the small headache had burgeoned into a fully-fledged pounding resonating through my eardrums.
“Are you alright?” he asked, noticing the uncomfortable look on my face.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “It’s just…headache.”
“Ah, I think the alcohol might be starting to wear off,” he said. “Why don’t I help you inside?”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said.
“I want to.”
I paused. “Renni will be asleep,” I said.
“I’ll be really quiet,” Sam insisted.
After a moment, I nodded. We tip toed into the house, passing Vanessa on the fold out couch, and headed towards my room. Sam closed the door behind us and helped me to the bed. Then he undressed me and pulled the covers over so that I was cocooned in warmth and comfort.
“Do you have any aspirin?” he asked softly.
“In the bathroom,” I told him.
He reappeared moments later with aspirin and a glass of water. He sat down next to me, held my head up like a child, and helped me take the medicine. It had been a long time since I’d been looked after like that, and I felt my heart melt for him. It felt so wonderful to just lie back and have someone do things for you.
“You’ll feel better in a bit,” Sam said, rubbing his fingers against my temples.