“Maybe, but don’t you feel guilty that my best friend is being held somewhere against her will while we’re here playing house.”
“Not even a little. I have it on a good authority that Tiffany is being kept in very comfortable accommodations. And I like playing house with you.” Royce kisses my nose and pulls his shirt over his head exposing his sexy tattoos and ripped muscles.
I run my fingers over his smooth but hard chest. His breath catches, a hissing sound leaves his lips. I return the licking favor and explore every inch of his upper torso with my tongue. I lap my tongue in a circle over his pecks sucking on his nipples before I nip at them. My lips trail kisses down to the V leading to his happy trail. Eagerly I tug on his sweats wanting to have a taste of my own dessert. On my knees now a gorgeous naked man stands before me and he is all mine to enjoy. With a quick darting motion my tongue licks up and down his shaft, a moan leaves my pouted lips as I take a pillow off the bed for my knees and I order Royce to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck.” He sucks a breath through his teeth as I wrap one hand around his base and cover the head of his cock with my mouth. My other hand rests on his thigh holding him in place while I have my fun tasting and teasing his length with my greedy mouth. “I’ve missed you so much. So fucking…beautiful…so close already babe. Stop— I want to make love to you and if you keep sucking my dick like this I’m going to explode.”
I press up off him and wipe my mouth on my shirt as I slowly bring it over my head. Royce grabs me by my hips nearly pulling me down on top of him. “Let me.” He takes over and jerks my pants down to my ankles in a rush. He places a single kiss on my stomach. “Dance for me.”
“What?” I ask curiously.
“I want you to dance for me. I want to be the only man you dance for from now on. No more men staring at you at the gym or online in your videos.”
“Royce,” I say his name with hesitation. I don’t want to get into an argument about my job or my social media presence.
“Babe, I don’t want to fight. Now dance for me!” He growls smacking my ass.
I feel so exposed in nothing but my red lace bra and thong. Of course I have danced at the gym in front of countless men, but it’s different here right now with Royce. At the gym and online it’s all for show. Here with Royce he knows me inside and out. But I love Royce, he makes me feel safe. Royce takes his phone out and puts on the song Hungry Eyes. A classic.
One song for the man you love Brandi. I turn my back to him and glance over my shoulder at him. His eyes are burning with desire as he watches me. Slowly I peel one bra strap from my shoulder. My hips sway seductively to the music. Our eyes never leave one another’s as I dance for him. I’ve never stripped before, in my pole dancing class and videos my clothes always have stayed on.
Royce snakes an arm around my waist and I wiggle from his hold. “Huh uh, you wanted a dance, I’m giving you one.” Hooking my thumbs under the thin panty line, caressing my curves and tease him, flashing him bits of my delicate skin.
By the time the song finishes I am standing before him fully exposed inside and out. I know that Royce loves me and sees me for me, not some fantasy of a dead girlfriend like Parker Garrett sees me as. Royce doesn’t see Elizabeth when he looks at me. Maybe he used to in the beginning, but not now. I know he sees me for the woman I am, not for who I could’ve been. I cross the short distance to the bed and straddle Royce. He rolls me over, entering me in one swift motion pinning me on my back on the center of the bed. The man has skills. Royce is a beautiful lover.
His kisses are sweet but urgent at the same time. He makes me feel so wanted, so loved… so beautiful. My nails scratch down his back and I can feel his muscles tense as he thrust deeper inside of me. My hips buck and roll urging him to go deeper and faster. “I love you so much Brandi. I want you so damn bad. I can’t get enough of you. I can’t lose you again.” As he kisses down my neck and over my breasts I can feel my orgasm building.
“I love you Royce, I’m not going anywhere.” We look deeply into each other’s eyes as we simultaneously reach our climax. Both of us are covered in sweat, but the only thing that matters is being in his arms as he spoons me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as I fall asleep.
**
“I hate leaving you here but it’s the safest way. I need to make sure everything goes smoothly on Kline’s end. Jake will be here so you aren’t alone. I know you don’t like him, but I feel better knowing he is watching over you. He won’t bother you. You won’t even know he’s here.”
“I know you have to do what you think is best. I trust your judgment. I’ll be here chewing my nails off waiting for my brother to kicks some ass, and for you both to get my best friend back.”
Royce kisses my forehead and leaves me here with Jake. Tonight is the big night we have been waiting for. Tonight is my brother’s rematch against The Punisher. Kline is fighting for the first time without me there, it makes me so nervous. This fight isn’t for a title. He is fighting for me—for Tiffany. There is a lot riding on his win. The odds are against him winning a second time. This whole thing is just so crazy.
I go into the kitchen for a snack and try to calm my nerves. I have been a stress eater since I was kid. After Charlie would beat on Kline and me I’d eat my emotions. It’s a habit I never really broke. Jake walks into the kitchen, and he has a weird expression on his face making me wish I had thought to go upstairs and get Royce’s gun. I know Royce trusts, Jake but I get a really bad vibe coming from him.
I smile weakly at him. “I think I’m going to take this upstairs and watch a movie.” I hold my apple up at him innocently. Everything in me is screaming something is off... I look to my left looking for any type of weapon. Where did I put that knife I had for my apple? I really don’t like how close Jake is getting.
He reaches behind me and takes an apple off the counter. “Relax Brandi, I don’t bite. I’m sure everything will work out just like it is meant to.” He winks at me and it makes me feel uncomfortable. I have to step around him to get out of the kitchen. Once I am
past him I make the mistake of turning back to look at him. If I had been smart and made a mad dash for the stairs he wouldn’t have gotten the chance to knock me out with his fist. I may have been able to get to Royce’s gun and protect myself.
When I come to I am in a tight dark place. I feel my chest growing tight. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I got to scream but can’t. My mouth is taped shut, while my wrists, and ankles are bound. It occurs to me that I am bouncing around and whatever I am in is moving. Holy shit! I am in the trunk of a car. But why? Did Jake double cross Royce? Or was this all planned from the start. I’m so hurt and confused. The car stops and I hear muffled voices talking. I panic; I hate not knowing who has me or where I am.
The voices stop and the latch to the trunk clicks. I try to feel around for anything I can use as a weapon but there is nothing within my reach. It’s pointless. I don’t even know how much time has passed. Has it been minutes, hours, or days since I saw Royce? Did Kline win? Did he lose? Is that why they took me?
Tears well up in the corner of my eyes as fear takes over me and all my rational thoughts leave me. The trunk opens and Jakes sneers looking down at me with contempt. He laughs as he takes a black tie and covers my eyes.
“It’s about time you got here,” I hear who I recognize as Brad, and now I am terrified that this was all part of their plan, and Royce set me up.
“Well I had to wait for lover boy to leave.” Relief floods over me that Royce isn’t behind my being taken. They are going to have hell to pay when he realizes they have me. But then it crosses my mind that could have been an act on his part too. Was he lying about Parker? I don’t know what’s real anymore…
“You didn’t hurt her did you? We will get our asses handed to us if you put a scratch on her.”
“Maybe just a busted nose, but nothing too detrimental.”