“God, that feels good,” she pants, wrapping her arms around my neck. She places her mouth over mine as I thrust inside her. There’s no better feeling than this, skin on skin, her body against mine. “You make me so wet,” she whispers, her tongue flicking my earlobe.
I groan and push myself deeper. Her back slams against the wall as she clings to me. I’m so fucking close. Every thrust pushes me closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I say as my body convulses. I release inside of her, my cock throbbing as she screams my name. “That was amazing.”
She kisses me while I’m still inside her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. She sighs, a smile spreading across her plump, red lips. Just looking at her is enough to get me hard again.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” I growl, crawling beside her on the bed. She grins and rolls over to face me, her cheeks tinged with color. She huddles against my chest and I wonder if she can hear my heart racing.
I roll my fingers over the skin on her back as my lips caress her forehead. She’s asleep within minutes. Her long dark hair falls down her back and over the crisp white sheets. I breathe in, savoring her scent. Everything about her is perfect.
Chapter 22
Lucy
I hold my head high when I walk into the studio. Apparently, officially getting in does wonders for your confidence. There were only a handful of us selected, and I’m happy to see both Ana and Jacob. I’m as equally happy not to see Melody. I smile at Jacob, and he gives me a small wave. We haven’t spoken since I walked out on him at dinner. He probably thinks I’m a nut.
The session is intense. After a grueling warm-up, we are put through our paces to prepare for an upcoming show that we will all perform in, as a way to welcome us into the company. I’m both stoked and terrified at the prospect of dancing in an actual theater in front of thousands of paying customers and industry professionals.
After training, I wait by the door for Jacob, determined to apologize for my weird behavior. I can see this guy as a long-term friend, and I really don’t want to jeopardize that. Something tells me friendships are rare in this profession.
“Hey, I’m glad you got in,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
“You too,” he says. Then he hesitates. “Hey, did I do something wrong? I thought we were forming a friendship—you, me, and Ana, then all of a sudden you want nothing to do with me.”
“I’m so sorry. I feel really bad,” I mumble. The truth comes tumbling out of my mouth. “I was trying to make a guy I like jealous by spending time with you, but then I realized what a great guy you were and actually wanted to spend time with you, then I found out you’re not gay and I felt so bad—”
“Hold up,” he stops me midsentence, laughing. “First, you were using me?” He raises his eyebrows, but from the twinkle in his eyes I can see he’s not that annoyed. “And second, I’m not gay? Uh, my boyfriend, Andy, might have something to say about that.”
My eyes widen. “You are gay?” I blush. “Not that I care either way, but when you spoke about your girlfriend—”
“When I was fifteen and not ready to announce it to my parents,” he says, laughing.
“I’m sorry.” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “I couldn’t have messed this up more if I tried.”
“You can make it up to me by buying me dinner,” he says, throwing his arm around my shoulder. He calls out to Ana, “Luce is buying us dinner.”
“Hey.” I laugh. “I might agree to you, but why do I have to buy her dinner?”
“Because I’m beautiful, funny, and your new best friend,” she teases, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Fine,” I grumble. “Come on, then. Let’s go.”
We head down to a tapas bar that Jacob assures us is good. It’s a trendy little place and as soon as we’re seated, Jacob scoops up the menus and hands them back to the waitress.
“You trust me enough to order, right?” he asks. Ana shrugs and I nod. How wrong can he go with tapas?
“Knock yourself out.” I laugh.
He orders in Spanish, leaving me no idea what to expect. A few minutes later, the waitress returns, juggling a tray of oversize colorful cocktails for the three of us. I stare at the bright magenta mixture in front of me, my eyes wide. There has to be close to a gallon here.
“What the hell is this?” I mutter. I take a tiny sip and try to identify the flavors. I definitely taste the vodka and cranberry. The rest I’m no
t so sure about.
“Lighten up and drink,” orders Jacob, taking a big mouthful of his. “You girls trusted me to order, remember?”
“Yeah, and I’m already regretting that,” I shoot back.