Dare to Dream

by C. J. Welles

  *

  LATER, WHEN I am leaving to meet my client, Krystal studies me and frowns. She goes to speak but I cut her off. “Don’t say a word,” I grind out. Then because I sounded like a bitch I add, “Please.” It’s not her fault I’m in this situation. It’s not her fault I spent a weekend with a man I can’t forget.

  She sighs “Okay, I’ll see you later.” I don’t say anything before walking out. I may even break down and not go if I keep seeing her look at me like that.

  I fidget the whole way to the hotel and I feel sick. My tummy keeps doing flip flops but for the wrong reason, and it doesn’t feel so good.

  Heading up to the room, I go inside and stride straight to the mini fridge. I know there is tequila in there waiting for me. Joseph and I have got to know each other over the past five months. It’s in no way anything more than a client relationship and he knows that. But he’s always making sure the suite is stocked with the things I like. Maybe tonight that is a bad thing. I grab the tequila bottle and pour two fingers into a glass and down it. I pour another one and sit on the couch before I down that one as well. Hopefully, that will calm my nerves.

  Fifteen minutes later and another two shots my client walks in. I am freaking out inside. I don’t want to do this. I don’t know if I can do this.

  He looks at me and smiles. As he walks closer I see his smile fade and his eyebrow rise. “What’s going on?” he asks.

  “Ah, nothing. Just waiting for you,” I answer nervously.

  He looks at me questioningly and even I can hear it, the doubt in my voice and the way I slightly slur from the alcohol.

  He frowns at me for a moment before he grabs a drink and sits opposite me. “Is everything alright?” he asks softly. I just nod. I can’t answer. I don’t have a clue what will come out of my mouth if I do.

  He finishes his drink in silence as we both watch each other. Standing up he moves to the bed and starts removing his clothes. As he goes to drop his briefs, I squeal and fly up off the couch. He stops and stares at me.

  “Oh fuck, I can’t do this. I don’t know why I am here.” I pace back a forth and continue muttering to myself. “What the hell am I doing?” I ask myself.

  What. The. Hell.

  What the fuck is wrong with me. I can do this. I do it all the time. I stand still with my back to him.

  Just turn around and strip your clothes off.

  It’s easy.

  I still stand there unmoving. Waiting for my arms to move, to take my clothes off but they don’t.

  You can do it, just pull your dress over your head. You are a natural at this.

  Nope, nothing happens.

  What has happened to me? This is my life, this is how I pay the bills. This is basically all I know how to do for a living.

  I jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder “Don’t worry about tonight,” he says. I turn around to see him pulling his shirt back on. I open my mouth to tell him we can do this, but nothing comes out. My mouth just opens and closes like a fish.

  When I finally do manage to speak, what comes out is not what I planned to say. “I can’t do this anymore,” I say, then add, “sorry.” Because I sounded like a bitch.

  I feel like an imaginary rock has been pulled off my chest. I feel relieved now that I have voiced the words.

  He simply nods as he continues to dress. “I gathered that. I didn’t think you would last anyway. I could see in your eyes all along that this wasn’t for you.”

  How is this my life? A stranger knows me better than I know myself.

  Joseph leaves not long after and tells me to take my time and stay if I want to. I put the time to good use, and down two more tequila shots before I leave. This room is tainted. Being in here and thinking of Jace makes me feel sick.

  ∞∞∞

  Chapter 8

  Callie

  “I’LL DO IT if you do,” Jace calls out from the middle of the dam. We’ve been swimming, and he’s dared me to skinny dip.

  I’m standing at the edge of the dam in only my bikini, debating whether I should. We’re in the middle of nowhere, so I know no one will see us.

  I don’t know why I’m hesitant, I strip for a living. Fuck, I strip down to nothing and let random men have at me for a living. This is Jace, a guy I am thinking of dating. I shouldn’t be afraid.

  “I can do this,” I mumble to myself.

  I reach behind my back and undo the first tie. I loosen the ties around my neck next, and slowly let my bikini slide down my body until it hits the ground.

  I see Jace take a step forward. His piercing gaze is trained on my body as he slowly drags his eyes up and down. Even from afar, I can see him eye fucking me. I undo one tie on my hip then reach for the other side and slip the cord free. Widening my stance my bikini falls around my feet and I am standing naked in front of Jace.

  His lips part and I can see his heated gaze on me. I have never felt this naked in front of anyone before. The way he looks at me, studying every inch of my body, feels as though I am more than just naked. It feels like I’m baring my soul to him.

  He slowly stalks out of the water towards me. Stopping a few feet in front of me and drops his boxer briefs. I look down and swallow hard. He’s naked.

  Standing in front of me naked.

  I slowly rake my gaze along the length of his body. He is so damned perfect. Every inch of him is muscle upon muscle. He has the total eight-pack abs going on and he is tanned from his hips up. He has a light snail trail that runs down to his defined man v, where there is a patch of dark curls.

  I think I forget to breathe when I lay my eyes on his erection. It is thick and long with a barbell through the end. My mouth is watering. My sex is throbbing, and I am so turned on.

  Jace takes the last few steps towards me and tilts his head down to catch my mouth in a searing kiss. I lean up on tippy toes and wrap my arms around his neck. Reaching down, he lifts me with his hands at the back of my thighs and I wrap them around his waist.

  “You are beautiful, Angel,” he mumbles against my neck as he walks us towards the back of his truck.

  He sits me down on the tailgate and stares down at me. “I can’t wait any longer, Babe. Seeing you naked in front of me like this has my cock so hard I’m going to explode soon.”

  “I don’t want you to wait any longer,” I whisper, as I hold his gaze. We’ve been spending time together and talking for three weeks. Three weeks with this sexy as sin man is a long time.

  He grabs my thighs and pulls my butt to the edge of the tailgate then parts my legs. Taking a step back he lowers his head and grazes his lips across my clit.

  Oh. My. God.

  My whole-body shivers from the contact. He is being so gentle it makes me melt. He slides two fingers into my wet sex as he continues to suck my clit between his lips, rolling his tongue over my nub.

  I feel my insides tighten and every nerve ending in my body come to life as my climax edges closer. He pumps his fingers inside me faster and with one final hard suck on my clit I’m coming. My entire body shudders and I moan out his name as he keeps pumping his fingers inside me, which makes my orgasm last longer.

  I lay there breathless and panting. I’ve just had the best orgasm ever. When he pulls his fingers and mouth away I’m lying there panting. I don’t think I can move. I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. I’ve never had a man be so tentative to me before. It’s always been about them and them only. My head spins. Between the orgasms I just had, and the feelings I’ve got going on inside, I feel like it’s going to explode.

  “Fuck, that was hot, Angel. You moaning my name was the sexiest thing I’ve heard.” Him going down on me like that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt. If I died tomorrow I would be one very happy girl.

  “That’s the first time anyone has done that,” I say honestly. I’ve never let anyone go down on me.

  He smiles a big Cheshire cat smile. “That makes me so fucking happy, hearing you say that, Angel.”

 
He tells me to move back into the bed of the truck and I do so, as he jumps up on there with me. He parts my legs and nestles in between them. I can feel his erection there at my entrance and I shiver with pleasure. Leaning down on his elbows he kisses me hard but gently. He thrusts his hips forward and buries himself inside my sex as he kisses me. When he breaks the kiss, I look up, deep into his eyes as he holds himself above me.

  He captures my mouth in a scorching hot kiss. “Mmmm babe, you feel so good,” he mumbles against my lips. Groaning, he starts to move inside me and I moan. He feels so right. Like he is made for me.

  Slowly picking up speed, Jace thrusts into me hard and fast. I moan every time he hits my g-spot. Leaning his head down, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. When he bites down, it’s enough to send me over the edge and I hear myself scream out his name. I can’t help it, the way he moves, the way he pleasures my body, it feels so fricken good.

  It’s too much.

  The way he makes me feel.

  The way he makes me feel wanted.

  How he wants me for who I am.

  Not my body and what it can offer him.

  He just wants me.

  I don’t want it to end.

  Leaning back, he grabs my knees and pushes my legs out further. Slowing down his movements, he rubs my clit with his thumb. I can feel him deeper and moments later I’m coming again. “Ahh, Jace,” I moan, and I close my eyes, trying to keep every detail of this moment memorized.

  I feel Jace’s movements falter as his hips jerk forward, and he explodes, growling my name. His voice is deep, sexy and husky. Jace collapses down on top of me and even though I feel like I can’t breathe, it feels good having him there.

  A minute later I’m changing my mind though. He’s so heavy and big compared to me. If anyone walked up, I doubt they’d even see me under him.

  I tap his shoulder “You’re squishing me.” I barely rasp out.

  “Shit sorry,” he mumbles, as he pulls out of me then flops down next to me and tucks me into his side. It feels weird laying out in the open, completely naked. I look down Jace’s body and his cock is just hanging out there and he doesn’t even care.

  I giggle at the sight. Imagine if someone did walk up to us now. “What are you laughin’ at Angel?”

  “Just you, laying here naked. You don’t care that everything is hanging out for anyone to see.”

  He lets out a low sexy laugh. “Baby, you’re the only one to see my cock. And he’s still out because I ain’t decided if I’m goin’ to sink myself deep inside you again.”

  My insides tighten at the thought of another round of sex with Jace and I rub my legs together to ease the throbbing.

  “Stop doing that, Angel,” Jace says, as he puts his calloused hand down on my thighs, to stop me from moving. “I will fuck you again if you keep doin’ that.” I give him a ‘why not’ look and he adds “I have other plans. Get up and get dressed.” With that, he slaps my ass and jumps off the truck.

  *

  Jace

  “TURN AROUND. MY turn to wash you,” Callie says as we are having a shower. It’s the third weekend in a row that we have spent together. We’ve just had mind-blowing sex for the first time. I’ve never experienced sex like that before. I’ve never come that hard. I nearly blew my load as soon as I slipped inside of her hot little pussy.

  I feel bad that it was in the bed of my truck, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. Seeing her in that bikini reminded me of the first night we went swimming. Then seeing her naked snapped all restraint I had left. Her body is perfect. Every inch of her skin is flawless, I just want...

  I’m brought out of my post-sex daze when I hear Callie swear. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “What’s wrong?” she squeals, “Your tattoo. That’s what’s wrong. How had I not seen it before? How the fuck had I not recognized you?”

  “What?” I ask her, confused as hell. “What’s wrong with my tattoo?”

  She gets out of the shower so fast she nearly slips on her ass. If I wasn’t so worried, I’d probably laugh. “You.” She points at me. “You fucked my friend.” Ah shit, I forgot about that. It totally slipped my mind since that first morning I saw her friend. “I saw you. You were fucking her in her dressing room. I remember seeing that tattoo. The cowboy helmet with number twenty-one on it.”

  I have a tattoo on my shoulder blade that I got when I played my first game with them and we won. I got our cowboy's helmet design then twenty-one which was my number.

  “That was you who walked in?” All I saw was blonde hair. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

  “Yes, it was. I saw how you had her against the wall. You have fucked my best friend and you didn't tell me. How could you not?”

  “I didn't know who you both were until that morning I went to drop you off, but you came here instead. I was going to say something but didn't know how to. Then I just forgot about it. It was months ago, I didn’t even know you when it happened.”

  She drops to the bed and her towel falls apart. The sight of her naked body has my cock twitching. Apparently, he doesn't know that we’re in the dog house.

  “This is fucked,” she grates out and then sighs. She starts pulling on her clothes and once she’s dressed she walks to the door.

  “Hey, where are you going?” I ask. I jump up and pull on my jeans and shirt. I better cover the incriminating tattoo.

  “Downstairs. We need to get going soon. I’ve got to be at work in a few hours.” She replies in an angry tone. With that, she slips out the door.

  I flop on top of my bed on my back and sigh. Man, women are hard to deal with. Even with not being in a relationship, I’ve already fucked up. I lay here for a few minutes before getting up and going downstairs.

  Callie and my Mom are in the kitchen and mom is putting away groceries. “Hey, Ma.” I kiss her cheek then grab a soda from the fridge.

  Mom talks to us for a while before Callie gets up. She comes back down two minutes later with her bags. “I’m taking Callie home Ma, I’ll be back in a few hours.” I kiss her cheek then take Callie’s bags out to the truck.

  On the drive to her place, she doesn’t say a word to me. When I pull up outside her apartment she gets out without speaking. I get out and reach into the truck bed and grab her bags. “I’ll carry these up for you,” I offer, then head for the door. But I stop when she says my name.

  Turning around I know what she is going to say. “I can take them, thanks.” She grabs them from my hand and walks to the entrance.

  “Callie, you have to talk to me.”

  She stops walking but keeps her back to me. “I just did,” she growls. She is impossible. Women are impossible. How do men all over the world deal with this shit every day?

  “Callie, this is ridiculous. I know I fucked up, but it was in the past.”

  “You lied to me,” she yells.

  “No, I forgot to mention it.”

  “Same difference.” She begins to walk to the door again.

  “Will I hear from you again?” I ask. She doesn’t turn around when she just shrugs at me. “Suit yourself,” I yell out then I jump back in my truck and leave. I’m not playing any stupid fucked up games. I didn’t do anything wrong.

  This is why I should stay single. It’s so much easier. Ethan was crazy mad to get married. Especially to that psycho bitch. Fuck, I haven't even begun a relationship and I’ve already fucked it up.

  *

  Callie

  I SLAM THE front door and stomp to my room. I’m acting like a spoiled teenager right now, but I don’t care. This whole situation is shit. I meet a guy I like. One who didn’t just want me for sex, well I thought he didn’t. Then I find out he had sex with Krystal and I walked in on them. I shiver at the thought. I saw my best friend having sex with my… whatever he is. Boyfriend, friend, buddy. I don’t know but we are something.

  Then a thought comes to me. Was he looking for Krystal that night at Platinum? Was I just the next best
thing because she wasn’t there? Maybe that’s why we didn’t have sex that night. But if that’s the reason, then why have we been talking and spending time together for three weeks and only just had sex today?

  Flopping down onto my bed I groan. I’m so fucking confused. I don’t know what to think.

  I hear Krystal at my door but don’t get up. I can’t look at her right now. “What’s got you all riled up?”

  I roll over and look at her. “How come you didn’t tell me?” I yell. I see her flinch as recognition floods over her face.

  She opens her mouth then closes it as she frowns. “He told you?”

  “No. I worked it out when I saw his tattoo. As much as I tried not to, that night in your change room, I did get a good look at the guy who you were fucking. How come you didn’t tell me?”

  “I didn’t think anything serious was going to come of it. And I didn’t think it really mattered. It was ages ago.”

  “It doesn’t matter.” She raises an eyebrow at me “It doesn’t. It’s just that neither of you told me. Wouldn’t you want to know?”

  She sighs, then gestures towards my bed as if to ask if she can sit without me attacking her. I nod my head. She’s my best friend. I can’t hate her. She didn’t even really do anything wrong.

  “So, you like, like this Jace guy?” Krystal asks.

  “I don’t know. It’s early still. But there’s something about him that has me drawn to him. From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew there was something about him. He doesn’t treat me like a piece of ass. We only had sex the first time today.”

  Her eyes widen. “Are you serious?” she asks, and I nod. She turns and lays next to me. “How long have you two been… whatever you are?” I laugh quietly. That’s exactly what I said we were.

  “Known each other?” I fill in for her. “Three weeks now. We spent this weekend together and the one the other week when we called in here.”

  “You think more will come out of this?”

  Sighing, I think about it. “I don’t know. I cracked the shits when I worked out about you two. When he dropped me off I didn’t even talk to him.” I was a bit of a bitch, but I felt betrayed. “He asked if he would hear from me and I just shrugged. I’ll call him later and hopefully, he’ll talk to me.”