Dirty Dancing: The Happy Endings Resort Series, Book 14

by Lynn, Brandy

  Fuck it. Tonight. Just for tonight, I’m not going to worry about the goddamn consequences. I remove my shirt and set my beer down in the sand. I make my way into the water toward the one thing I told myself I would stay away from. She makes me feel—something I haven’t done in so long—and that’s what scares the shit out of me. Because deep down, I want to feel. I want to be accepted. And I want to share my life with someone. I’m a complicated man. I know this. I just hope she’ll be able to see past my layers of armor.

  Swimming out toward the group of people, I see Callie chatting with a few girls to my right. I decide it’s now or never. Diving under the water, I swim toward them, pinpointing her exact location. I come up for air right behind Callie, startling her in the process.

  “Shit, Chance. You scared me.” She turns toward me, holding her chest with laughter lighting up her eyes. Good. That means she can’t be so pissed off, right? I mean she’s smiling at me. That must be a good sign.

  “Sorry, beautiful. And for the record, you’re right; you’re not beautiful. You’re drop-dead gorgeous. You bring men like me to their knees with one glance,” I murmur, letting a moment of honesty seep out, and I swear I see her and her friends swoon. “Ladies,” I acknowledge them. “Do you mind if I borrow your friend here?” I ask out of nicety because let’s be honest, whether or not they say yes, I’m going to talk with her.

  They pass a look to each other before they start to giggle. The brunette on her right speaks up and says, “Not at all, handsome. Have fun here with our girl.”

  A small gasp leaves Callie’s lip’s as she realizes her friends just sold her out. Grabbing her hand, I pull her toward me. I float us away from the crowd toward a secluded cove. Once inside, I can see the agitation written all over her face. She doesn’t want to be here. At least, not after what I did back there at the house. I need to make this right. I’m not sure what’s changed so suddenly, but I know something’s here. And I want to explore it. With Callie.

  She opens her mouth to speak, and I take that as my cue. I place my fingers over her lips. “Shh. I know. I was an ass. And I’m sorry. Please let me explain. And if you still want to leave after you hear me out, I won’t stop you,” I say as I look into her eyes. Trying to show her everything I can’t say aloud.

  She nods her head as she waits for me to talk, and I do. I take a chance. On us. On her. And I let it all out. Who I am. What I’m doing here. Where I’ve been the past few years. My dad. Alyssa. Dance. Juilliard. My mother. Zeke. Beverly. Natalia. The diner. All of it. I’m literally word vomiting everywhere. I’ve never been so open with anyone in all of my life, not even Alyssa.

  When I finally stop and come up for air, I realize she’s crying. Shit, I made her cry? How the hell did I manage that? Fuck. I just keep messing shit up apparently. Maybe I’m no good for her. She should find someone else. Someone who won’t make her cry. Who won’t act like a pompous ass. Who will love her fiercely. Without baggage.

  I grab her face in my hands and bring our foreheads together. “Callie. Shit, I’m sorry. Whatever I said, I’m sorry,” I whisper over and over again, hoping she knows I didn’t mean to make her cry.

  Then she dives right into her story. Derrick. The abuse. And I instantly want to kill that motherfucker for putting his hands on her. For treating her like a goddamn doormat. I can’t believe she lived through that. I want to make every single second of the horror she experienced with that fucking tool go away.

  I want to take care of her. It’s crazy how in a few short hours, I know this is where I’m supposed to be. Right here. With her. Like I said before, I never believed in that insta-love bullshit, but maybe, I just didn’t want to admit it. I knew the first moment I saw Callie walking up to her dad that she was the one for me. I probably sound like a pansy, but it’s the fucking truth. I’ve been fighting this attraction for weeks, each time I saw her around the resort. Each time I hung out with Justin and he mentioned Natalia and Callie. Every little bit of information Brice offered up about his daughter in passing. Every single second of those moments, I drank up. Because I knew. Deep down, I know she’s the girl for me. I just need to show her. And make her believe in me. In us. Someone she barely knows.

  “Why are you apologizing, Chance? This isn’t your fault. None of that was your fault. I’m so sorry you had to deal with all that. I’m sorry no one was there for you.” She sniffles. “Sorry,” she says shyly, ducking her head under my chin. “I’m not normally this emotional, but I get it. I do. We both have a lot of baggage. Thank you.”

  “For what? For being a complete dick? I shouldn’t have treated you like I did back there. You deserve better, and I’m sorry. Can I be honest?” I look up at her, hoping she’ll hear me out. “I’m scared. Scared of what you bring out in me. Scared to open myself up and take the chance of being hurt again. That’s hard for a guy like me to admit. But it’s the truth. Tell me you accept my apology. Please,” I plead with her, praying to God I can fix what I could have quite possible fucked up already.

  “Chance, I accept your apology,” she says thoughtfully. I pull her face to me and run my nose up the side of her jaw, drinking in her scent. Her pulse starts to skyrocket, and I know she wants this. She needs me to finish what we started. At least, I hope to hell she does.

  Needing to finally taste her, I pull her lips to mine, sealing them in a warm embrace. Silently begging her mouth to open, I swirl my tongue against the seam of her lips until she opens willingly for me. Inching my tongue in, I grab the back of her head to pull her tight against me. I stroke the inside of her mouth like I plan to fuck her. Hard. Relentless. Demanding. Consuming her. Letting her feel my hard length as I press her tight little body up against me, I show her exactly what she does to me.

  She moans into my mouth, letting me know just how much she’s enjoying it. I release her head and take a calming breath. I need to stop before I fuck her right here. “Please, Chance,” she begs, rubbing her fingers up and down the outside of my shorts. And I almost lose it right here. Two more minutes of her rubbing on me, and I’m going to come. And while I need this release bad, I don’t want our first time to be here in the water with everyone around. Desire is pooling in her eyes, heavy with hunger, much like my own. “Please don’t stop again. I can’t … I can’t take it. I need …” She trails off, her skin flushing crimson from the truth seeping from her lips.

  “Tell me. Tell me what you need, Callie?” I whisper in her ear hot and heavy because I need to hear her say it. That she wants me.

  “You, Chance. I want you. Now, please make me come. I won’t ask again.” I pull her face in again, peppering her with kisses. Moving down her body. I slowly pull down the cup of her bikini. I pull her nipple taunt in my fingertips, rolling it around. I watch her head fall back as she takes what I’m giving her.

  “So fucking perfect, Callie,” I tell her. Leaning down, I pull her nipple between my teeth and apply slight pressure there. She whimpers from the sting of the bite. I let her nipple go with a pop and gently blow on it. She’s on the verge of tears and not from pain. This is all from pleasure.

  I move my hand down farther, and she moans as I make my way toward her pussy. She spreads her legs, begging me to continue by pressing her pelvis into my hand. Sliding her bottoms to the side, I run my middle finger up her slick folds. She lets out a ragged breath right before I plunge a finger deep inside her pussy without warning. I pull her close to me as she starts chanting, “Ohhhhh, yes! Please, Chance. Please don’t stop.”

  “Oh gorgeous, I have no intentions of stopping,” I tell her. I cover her mouth with mine and pull my finger almost completely out. Leaving just the tip in, I tease her. She tries to ride my finger, trying to coax me back into where she needs me, but I stop her with one hand on her hip. “Patience, gorgeous. I promise I’m going to take care of you. Do you believe me?” She nods her head, waiting for me to continue.

  Quickly, I insert two fingers deep inside her pussy while I rub my thumb in a circular motion
on her clit. She’s almost in tears from the pleasure. I can see it. So close. “So fucking tight,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to put my dick in there. God, you feel so fucking good. I can feel your pussy tighten around me. Stay with me, gorgeous.” I see her eyes roll back as she starts to succumb to the ecstasy of it all. I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her up as she rides out the waves of pure bliss. Her pussy tightens down like a vise grip before she lets go, exploding around my fingers as she bites my shoulder to keep from crying out.

  When she finally comes down and opens her eyes, she has a glassy look in them. I can’t tell if she’s going to regret this, but I sure as hell hope not. She looks up at me beneath those long gorgeous lashes and laughs. Yes, she fucking laughs. And I’m stunned. I’m not sure if I should pat myself on the back for making her come so hard or cringe because she’s insulting me. I’m not sure if she’s elated or just can’t believe what just transpired. I think she sees the confusion on my face because she quickly utters, “That was incredible. Sorry. I’m not laughing at you. Just this whole thing happened so fast between you and me. I just … I just almost can’t believe it. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

  “Oh, trust me, you’re not dreaming.” I’m sure I’ll have battle wounds to prove it. I point toward my shoulder. “And when’s the last time you had a dream that made you come that hard?” I question. “Or better yet, when has anyone made you come that hard? Actually, never mind; don’t answer that.”

  She looks bashful and shy again as she responds. “Never. Honest.” She holds her hands up. “That was amazing. And I want to experience more with you. So much more. Will you stay?” she asks with a hopeful look in her eyes.

  I’m a bit hesitant to answer her request. Should I stay? I have no idea. Hell, earlier I was trying to stay the fuck away from her for fear of exactly this. Now, I’m drunk on her. Intoxicated and chasing her. Determined to make her mine. My sudden change of heart worries me. This girl has me doing things completely out of character. I can’t control myself around her. I need her. All of her. So with that, I give her the answer she’s looking for. “Sure. But I need to leave early. I have lessons first thing in the morning. Then I need to meet Jenna tomorrow.” I can see the look of confusion on her face because she’s wondering who the hell Jenna is. So before she asks, I offer up who exactly Jenna is. “Jenna’s my partner for the dance-off held in Billings, South Carolina, every year. Just my dance partner,” I emphasize, letting her know there is no other girl but her. I don’t want her to feel insecure in any way. Jenna doesn’t hold a candle to Callie. “Edwin has the resort sponsoring me. I need to win this. If nothing else, this is my way of being able to repay Edwin and Rory for taking a chance on the convict. I was lucky to have found Jenna on such short notice.” Seeing a little jealousy flare in her eyes, I try to put her at ease. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll stay tonight, and then tomorrow, you can come by the studio and get your own private lesson. Sound good?” I wink at her, hoping she takes me up on my offer.

  “Yes, that actually sounds great. I’d like that,” she responds, brushing her lips against mine.

  “Perfect. Anything for you, gorgeous. Now, let’s get your fine ass back to the house. I plan to do things to that hot little body of yours that will have you squirming until morning,” I promise.

  We head out of the water and gather our belongings as we wave our goodbyes to everyone antsy to get back to her room. Away from prying eyes. Privacy sounds like heaven right now. I see Natalia and Justin giving us a knowing look, but I’m not concerned. The only thing I’m concerned about is making Callie happy right now, and I intend to do that by giving her exactly what she wants—lots of orgasms. And hopefully, the promise of something more.

  Chapter 10

  Callie

  Rolling over, I open my eyes, expecting to see Chance lying beside me. Instead, all I see is a wide empty space. I run my hand over the opposite side of the bed, and it feels cold and lonely without him here. That’s crazy, right? That after one night I already feel this way. But Chance is everything I want in a man. He’s strong, passionate, protective, caring, and not to mention the things he can do with his tongue. Oh. My. God. I never knew sex could be so deep and intense. I can’t even think of an adjective to describe sex with Chance. Mind-blowing comes to mind. Knock-your-socks-off sex. Yes. That about sums it about. It was incredible. All four times. You heard that right. That guy is a machine. I would have thought last night was one wild and crazy dream if not for the soreness of today and the note of his I see sitting on top of his pillow. I smile to myself, thinking of him taking the time to write me out a note before leaving this morning. I stretch my limbs out, feeling the sting of last night’s activities, and I smile to myself. It was worth all the pain this morning.

  I grab the note off the pillow and start to read his words.

  Morning, gorgeous. Wow. Last night was something special. Sorry, I had to leave, but I couldn’t wake you. You looked so peaceful. Did you know you suck your thumb in your sleep? No? Well, you do. And you look so cute doing it. Making these cute little fucking noises as you do it. I have to head down to the studio, but I’d love to see you later. Lunch say around noonish? Can’t wait to see you. Here’s my cell. Text when you’re on the way. (671) 555-7549

  Chance

  Looking at the clock, I jump up when I see it’s nearly 10:30 a.m. Rushing around my bedroom, I rummage through my closet, trying to find something clean and cute for our lunch date. I find a pair of black capris hanging in the back of my closet and slip them on. They’re fitted and super cute. And my ass looks amazing in these. Score. Next, I frantically go in search of my favorite white off-the-shoulder shirt that will complement my capris and pair it with my heather gray ballet flats.

  Hugging the note to my chest, I think about what this means for me. For us. I’m not that girl who sleeps with someone she barely knows and starts to catch feelings. That’s not me; at least, it wasn’t until Chance. I’m not sure what it is about him that makes my belly fill with butterflies, but I want something more with him than just a great night of sex. I just hope he does too.

  Chapter 11

  Chance

  Sweat slides down my body as I take a break from practicing with Jenna this morning. Grabbing my water bottle, I pop off the top and crush it in three large gulps. Dancing is very physical and sometimes exhausting, but I love it. I look over at Jenna on the other side of the room and see her doing the same. We agreed to take a ten-minute break before going back in. Truth be told, I probably should have rescheduled today. Having zero sleep after last night’s activities, I’m off my game, and Jenna can tell. She walks toward me with that same questioning gaze she’s been giving me all morning.

  “Something’s off with you, Chance. You’re not normally so distant,” she says. “Everything okay?” She raises an eyebrow in my direction. Before I have a chance to answer her, she continues, “I know you must be getting nervous with the competition just a week away, but don’t worry, we’re going to nail this,” she beams confidently.

  “Everything’s fine, Jenna. Thanks for asking. Sorry, I know I’ve been a little out of it today. It was just a long night last night. I just need some sleep. A good twelve hours of sleep. And a shower. Because it’s hot as fuck in here. You ready to go again from the top? One last time and then we’ll call it a day?” I ask her. I know that we’ve got this down. Hell, we probably would be okay to hold off on any more practices. But that’s not how I roll. On the dance floor, I’m a perfectionist. There’s no room for marginal errors. Those judges will notice even the slightest fuck-up. It’s important our performance is flawless.

  “Yep, as ready as I’ll ever be.” She nods. She clicks the remote in her hand, bringing the music through the speakers, and begins to dance. I watch her with pure awe because I’m not sure how I got so lucky finding Jenna in this tiny town, but I’m so grateful she’s here. Her body moves fluidly with each note, right on point. Swaying left and then right. She has a na
tural sense of seduction to her. Her body screams sex during this routine. The way it moves with my body. Our closeness. Togetherness. The chemistry we display together.

  We’re on the floor, her straddling my hips, and she rolls her hips while moving her body toward the floor. On her way back up, she grabs the back of my head, pulling our bodies flush against each other. And then she freezes. “Um, Chance,” she says with a worried expression. I pivot my body to see what has her so upset. It’s Callie. She’s standing in the corner of the room with a basket beside her. And tears are running down her face.

  Shit. This is the second time I’ve made this girl cry and feel like shit. I’m not sure how long she’s been here since we didn’t hear her come in. I know what this must look like to her. This dance screams sex. And Jenna is a very attractive girl. But it’s not what she thinks. I just hope she’ll give me a chance to clarify what is happening between Jenna and me. Which is absolutely nothing. We’re partners. That’s it. Nothing more. And if I didn’t know that Jenna is one hundred percent not into penises, I probably would have come to the same conclusion Callie looks like she has.

  I scramble to get up, quickly turning down the music. I approach Callie with caution because I don’t want her to run. I see the clock on the wall reads 12:16. I didn’t realize we had gone over. We shouldn’t have done this last round, which would have prevented all this. I look behind me and see that Jenna has given us some space. She’s sitting in the corner, scrolling through her phone. Probably texting her girlfriend, Shay.

  “Hey,” I say as I come closer. I look down at the basket, acknowledging that she took the time to bring us lunch. This girl is something else. And did I mention she’s fucking gorgeous? I know what she’s thinking about Jenna in her small tight booty shorts and cutoff top, but Jenna doesn’t compare to Callie. Callie ignites a fire in me. Something I haven’t had in so long. “Please don’t cry. It’s not what it looks like.” As soon as the words leave my lips, I realize how cliché that sounds. But it’s the truth.