Dancing Hearts

by Heather Dahlgren

  We ate and damn, it was good. Now we are sitting on the couch talking about our days. She told me the girl from work apologized to her, telling her that Shelly isn’t even a good friend, just someone she sees every once in a while. That made me feel much better. I told her everything I did all day and about how my mom was earlier. “Can I ask a question?” I give her a grin.

  “Emma, you don’t need to ask. I told you, you can ask me anything.” She chews her lip again, so I know what she wants to ask makes her nervous.

  “Has she ever been to therapy or tried anti-depressants?” I put my hand on hers and squeeze.

  “Yes. She sees a therapist regularly and she takes anti-depressants. She hasn’t been bad like this in months. In the beginning, it was every day, so this is huge progress.” She climbs into my lap and hugs me. She kisses from my neck up to my ear.

  “I’m sorry for everything you both have to deal with.” I hold her closer to me, just soaking up the comfort she is giving me.

  “Cooper?” We both turn our heads to see my mom standing in the hallway. She looks an absolute mess, but she has a smile on her face. Emma quickly climbs off my lap and I chuckle at her.

  “Mom, how are you feeling?” She shakes her head trying to avoid the topic. It is probably because Emma is here.

  “I’m fine. Who is this beautiful lady?” I grab Emma’s hand in mine and we make our way to my mom.

  “Mom, this is Emma, my girlfriend.” She snaps her head to me wide-eyed with a huge smile on her face now. In all these years, even before my dad passed away, I’ve only introduced my mom to two girls. I just tend to leave my social life separate from my mom. With Emma, it wasn’t even a thought. I wanted my mom and her to meet. “Emma, this is my mom, Mary.” Emma holds out a shaky hand and my mom grabs it.

  “Oh Emma, it is so nice to meet you. Sorry I’m such a mess right now.” She still hasn’t let go of Emma’s hand, and I can’t help but just cross my arms, watching these two women. One who means everything to me and one who is starting to.

  “It is so nice to meet you, Mrs. James. I brought some pizza if you are hungry.” My mom looks at me.

  “How long have you two been together?” She lets go of Emma’s hand and smacks my arm. I laugh at her and wrap my arm around Emma’s shoulders.

  “It’s brand new, Mom. I promise.”

  We all sit down and my mom eats the sandwich Levi brought over earlier. I watch while she and Emma talk. My mom asks all about her. This is probably one of the best moments I’ve had with my mom in a while. If she didn’t look exhausted and like she hasn’t eaten, I’d say she is close to being the mom she used to be.

  After about two hours of talking, my mom excuses herself to take a shower. Once Emma and I are alone, I pull her onto my lap. “Thank you for everything tonight. What time do you work tomorrow?” She is running her hands through my hair and it feels amazing.

  “I go in at eight and get out at five, but I have dinner with my mom tomorrow.” She gives me her pouty lip and I suck it into my mouth.

  “Alright, listen I’m going to be dealing with my mom for the rest of the week. How about Saturday we do something during the day? I have a new band coming in so I need to be at the bar, but we would do something early. What do you say?” She kisses me quickly before agreeing to it.

  “I need to get home. I still need to shower and I need to be up early.” She climbs off my lap and I stand with her. I walk her out to her jeep, kiss her, and she leaves. I go into the bar just to check on everything, but Roy assures me that he has it under control. I decide to let him handle things and go upstairs to wait for Levi.

  I FEEL LIKE THIS HAS been the longest week. I haven’t seen Cooper since I left his place the night I met his mom, but we have talked every day. I’ll admit I miss him. I am so excited it is finally Saturday. He didn’t tell me what we were doing, just that he would pick me up at nine. I’ve been dressed and ready to go for an hour, that’s how damn excited I am to finally see him. I’ve got on a strapless black sundress with my black-and-white cowboy boots. I have my hair half-up with a braid wrapping it like a crown. My makeup is minimal, just some mascara, blush, and lip gloss. I am standing in my kitchen drinking my coffee. I am looking at my cabinets thinking how nice it would be to redo them, when there is a knock on my door. I’m a little nervous because this is the first time he is going to see my apartment. I put my cup in the sink and open the door. The air is sucked out of my lungs when I see him. He’s got on a black button-down, short-sleeved shirt which makes his amazing tattoos pop. He has on those worn-in jeans that I love, and his hair is the perfect mess. His warm brown eyes meet mine and his sexy ass grin takes over his face. He hands me a bouquet of wild flowers and it makes my heart ache. “Thank you, Cooper. They are my absolute favorite; they are beautiful.” He kisses me and runs his fingers down my cheek.

  “Not as beautiful as you, doll. You look unbelievable.” I blush before turning to put the flowers in water. I turn around after a minute and he is still standing in the doorway. I put the flowers in the vase and walk over to him laughing.

  “What are you doing?” He gives me a shy smile and lifts his shoulders.

  “You didn’t invite me in.” I grab his shirt and pull him in, closing the door behind him.

  “Please come in. Well, there isn’t much to see. This is the kitchen and living room. Down that little hall is the bathroom and my bedroom. That’s it.” I turn back toward the kitchen to get the flowers, and he surprises me by wrapping his arm around my waist. He lifts me up, sitting me on the counter and stands between my legs. I love when he does things like this. He is such a combination of rough and sweet. It is such a turn-on.

  “Emma, this is a great apartment. Don’t say things like ‘that’s it.’ You told me how you worked your ass off to get this place, be proud. Now before we leave, show me the bedroom.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh pushing him away from me and jumping off the counter.

  “Follow me, cowboy.” I wink and turn around. I purposely shake my ass and thankfully, it has the effect I wanted. Once we make it to my room, I turn to face him and he has a look of desire on his face. He is slowly walking toward me, and I am slowly backing up until my legs hit my bed. I look up at him. My heart is racing and my pussy is aching with the need to be touched. He is so close I can feel his body heat and that just turns me on even more. I can feel my panties getting wet. He runs his fingers down my face and runs his hand to the back of my neck. He gathers my hair in his hand, then gently pulls so my head is back. He leans forward and kisses a path to my ear.

  “Emma, you do things to me that I’ve never experienced before. I look at you and my cock is begging for attention, but not only that … you have my heart slamming in my chest. I literally cannot get enough of you, and we haven’t even had sex yet. I’ll be honest, once my dick is inside of you, I don’t think it will be possible for me to let you go.” His words shock me in an absolutely amazing way. I fucking love how he can be dirty, sweet and possessive in one sentence. I want to be his. I love that I can make him feel so many different things because he sure as hell makes me feel them. He pulls my hair a bit harder before licking a path to the swell of my breasts. It causes me to let out a whimper. He doesn’t stop, though; he yanks down the front of my dress exposing my heavy breasts that are begging for attention. “You naughty girl. No bra again. Do you have any idea what that does to me, Emma?” Before I can formulate a response, he latches on to one nipple with his talented mouth and fondles the other one with his free hand.

  “Oh shit.” I arch my back filling more of his mouth with my tit. He pulls my hair causing my head to go back further. I try squeezing my legs together to relieve some of the needy feeling I have. It does nothing. I continue to whimper in pain and pleasure. He has my head as far back as it can go, holding my hair tightly preventing me from moving at all. He is licking, sucking, and biting every inch of my breasts. I feel like I could orgasm from this; my pussy is throbbing, my body is tingling,
and my breathing is heavy. I need to feel him. I blindly reach forward and run my hand up his leg until I reach his rock-solid cock. I can feel it straining against his jeans. I find the button and fumble trying to release it. He pulls off of my breasts and I wish I could see his face.

  “Emma, get your sexy ass on this bed. I need to taste this sweet pussy before we leave.” I’m a greedy girl with an aching pussy, so once he releases my hair, I quickly climb on my bed. I lie back waiting for him to give me the relief I desperately need. He surprises me when he leans over me from the side of my bed. “You are fucking gorgeous lying there waiting for me. Now be a good girl and get that dress off, I want you in just your panties.” In my needy state, I quickly pull the dress off and throw it. I’m now laying here in nothing but my panties. My nipples are painfully hard and my pussy is so wet I can feel it running to my ass. He still hasn’t made a move to touch me and I’ll admit it is fucking hot. I lift my head and find him staring at me from the foot of the bed. He is running his eyes over every inch of my body like he is trying to memorize it. He’s removed his shirt and his sexy as fuck upper body painted with tattoos is now on full display for me. I can’t take it anymore so I begin to massage my breasts. He snaps his head up to look at my face and holy shit, the look of pure lust I see is unreal. He climbs onto the bed and up my body until his face is hovering over mine. “I’ve never seen such perfection before. You are stunning, flawless, and absolutely breathtaking.” He gently presses his mouth to mine. Our tongues begin a slow, passionate dance. It is the complete opposite of how he was just moments before. I run my hands up and down his muscular back, while he tangles his hands in my hair. The longer the kiss goes on, the more aggressive it becomes. What started as sweet and passionate is now rough and possessive. He breaks away and begins to lick a path down the center of my body--between my breasts and down my stomach until he reaches the top of my panties. “Talk to me, doll. Tell me what you want me to do.” I don’t say anything. I just lift my hips, hoping it will be good enough. He pins my hips down and kisses both of my inner thighs causing me to moan. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.” Fuck, I’m not good at this, but I’m so damn turned on I try.

  “I need relief, Cooper, please.” He licks and sucks my inner thighs this time. My hips want to thrust, but he is holding them still.

  “I love when you beg me, but I need to hear it Emma. Tell me how I can give you relief.” I fist the comforter in both hands and swallow down my shyness.

  “I want your mouth on my pussy.” As soon as I get the words out, he rips my panties in half. He licks from my ass up to my clit. It feels amazing. “Oh God, Cooper.” He continues to lick me like that for several minutes before he pushes my legs further apart. Once he does, he pushes his tongue inside of me and begins to fuck me with his mouth. I have my head thrown back, moaning while I bite my lip. I’m so close to coming. He pulls his tongue out and licks up more of my juices. He lifts my legs putting them over his shoulders.

  “I want you to rub this velvety soft pussy on my face while I make you come.” Shit, I can’t even form a response I’m so close to coming already. He once again licks at me before pushing his tongue inside of me. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, I do exactly as he wants and rub my wet pussy on his face.

  “Oh shit, Cooper. I’m so close!” I shout. As impossible as I thought it was, he picks up his pace, but this time using his thumb to rub circles on my clit. My orgasm crashes over me so quickly that I don’t realize I’m still rubbing against his face until I return to reality. He is licking me clean and moaning while he does it. Every time this man does something to me, I think there is no way it could get better, but it does. Once my aftershocks are over, he climbs up my body and presses his wet lips to mine. I can taste myself on him and I’ll admit I like it. We break the kiss and he smiles down at me.

  “Fuck, Emma. Not only are you the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but the way you taste, the way you rode my tongue I can’t seem to get my fill. Unfortunately, we have plans and I want to see them through.” He kisses me again, resting his chest on mine. I love how it feels, having him pressed against me like this. I look into his warm brown eyes and rub my thumb on his magical lips.

  “Cooper, that was mind-blowing amazing, but I want to be able to help you too. I know you are in need of relief.” I lift my hips rubbing on his erection. He briefly closes his eyes before looking into mine.

  “Doll, if we had time. However, we don’t. I’ll take a rain check, alright?” He kisses me again and starts to climb off of me. I immediately miss his warmth and closeness. I slowly push myself up on my elbows and look at him pulling his shirt back on. I don’t know what stars lined up, what angel was looking over me, or who I should be thanking but I am so lucky to have met him. I still can’t believe this sexy as sin man wants me as badly as I want him. “As beautiful as you look Emma, and as much as I’d like to just look at that sexy body, we need to get moving.” I giggle; yep, I giggled like a girl, because he caught me staring. I climb out of bed in search of my dress that I just threw. Cooper walks over and picks it up, handing it to me with a wink. I grin at him and pull it on. I make my way to my dresser to get a new pair of panties, considering he’s ripped mine in half. After I get them on, I quickly glance at myself in the mirror.

  “Shit.” I look thoroughly fucked. My hair is a mess, but I can actually still see that I am flushed. I look over at him, finding him leaning his shoulder on my door watching me. “I just need to fix my hair real quick.” He gives me a chuckle and pushes off the door walking toward me. He kisses my head and we look at each other in the mirror.

  “You still look beautiful. I like knowing I’m the one who made you look this way.” He kisses my blushing cheek and walks toward the door. “I’ll wait in the living room. When you’re done, we will head out.”

  After I finally get myself put back together, we did, in fact, leave. We are now having lunch in the cutest little diner. It’s about an hour from my apartment and it has the most delicious burger I’ve ever had. “Cooper, how is your mom doing since she went back home?” He had wanted her to stay longer, but she insisted on leaving. He didn’t seem very happy about it, but how can you force your parent to do something? He blows out a breath before running his hand through his hair.

  “She seems to be doing good. She promised to keep taking her medicine and she’s been to therapy once already. Unfortunately, only time will tell.” I reach across the table and place my hand on his.

  “Cooper, she is lucky to have you. You are an amazing son.” He gives me a smile so big it reaches his eyes.

  “I’m the lucky one, doll. She has episodes, but she is still one of the most amazing women I’ve been blessed to have in my life.” How the fuck could the love these two have for each other not fill your heart with joy? I knew from the moment I met him that he was caring and protective, but seeing him that way with his mom, it just shows me what an amazing person he really is. My mom always told me if you want to know how a man will treat you, see how he treats his mom. Well, if that is true, I’m the luckiest woman ever.

  Once we finish lunch, we head back out to his truck, hand and hand. He helps me in, squeezing my knee before closing the door. He gets in and starts his truck, throwing it in gear. When we make it back onto the highway, he turns his head to look at me and winks.

  “Where are we going now?” He told me after lunch he was taking me somewhere, but he didn’t say where. He looks in the rearview mirror before signaling to switch lanes. He reaches over and grabs my hand linking our fingers together.

  “It’s a surprise, doll.” I look over at him and even though he is looking forward while driving with one hand on the wheel, he is smiling. It makes my heart beat a little faster in my chest. I love everything that he does. I feel like he’s almost too good to be true!

  “Fine, I won’t ask again. Is it alright if I put on the radio?” He quickly glances at me before facing the road again.
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br />   “Have at it.” I use my free hand to turn on the radio. I’m excited when I see that he has my favorite station on. I smile even though it is a commercial.

  “This is my favorite station. I hardly listen to anything else, well unless it’s a cd or my iPod, of course.” I sit back and turn to look out the side window at the beautiful wildflowers that are on the side of the road. They add so much life and color, making even a long stretch of highway beautiful. We Were Us by Keith Urban and Miranda Lambert comes on the radio and I can’t sit still. I love this song and it makes me dance in my seat, while I belt out all the lyrics. Halfway through the song I look over at Cooper and notice he has a smile on his face. “What?” He turns his head toward me and squeezes my hand.

  “Nothing. I love how excited you get over a song you love. Not to mention, you’ve got a beautiful voice.” I laugh at him because I know he is just being nice.

  “Yea right. I know I don’t, but let’s hear yours, cowboy. Sing the rest of the song with me.” He throws his head back laughing, but holy shit, if he doesn’t start to sing it. Not only does he sing it, he fucking owns it. His voice is unreal. I stare at him the rest of the song, dumbfounded at this new piece of him I’ve just discovered. When the song is over, he quickly glances at me.

  “Why did you stop?” I am still taken aback and I need to clear my throat before I can speak.

  “Holy shit, Cooper. I had no idea you could sing. Your voice is amazing.” He laughs again.

  “Thanks, doll.” For the next half hour, we sing and dance in our seats. It is by far the most fun I’ve had in a long time. He finally pulls into a parking lot with just a hand full of trucks parked there. There is a huge building set back, but there are no signs, no indicators to what it could be. He parks the truck and turns to me. “We’re here.” I frown and look at the building before looking back at him.