Grace
I sat on the floor and untied the ribbons of my toe shoes, removing the slippers and wrapping them together in said ribbons before shoving them into my bag. I was exhausted. I’d worked a full day, rushed over to Cassidy’s brutal class, and now I just wanted to take a hot bath and drink a bottle of wine. Maybe I’d drink a bottle of wine in the bath.
Standing, I pulled on a pair of sweats, shoved my shoes on my feet, and looped my bag strap over my shoulder before heading to where Cassidy was doing the sa. "Thanks, Cass," I said. "Adequate butt-kicking as usual."
She grinned. "You need to get workin’ on those feet."
I rolled my eyes. "God, I know. I’m rusty. But I’m sure that’ll all change in a couple of weeks."
"Are you still going to continue to work for Hatch?"
"I’d like to. The ballet gig’s part ti for the mont. I need the money."
"I hear that." She hugged . "Proud of you, honey."
"Thanks, Cass. I couldn’t have done any of this without you."
"You’re sweet."
"Just speakin’ the truth."
"I’ll email you the food plan I’ve been using with my students. It’s a good one, lots of protein, but the occasional cheat. It’ll keep you lean and strong, without being anorexic."
I nodded. "That’d be good. I hate when I drop too much weight."
Movent on my right pulled my focus and I let out a quiet gasp.
"Flea here for you?" Cassidy asked.
"Apparently," I said, smiling back at Cassidy. "He’s early."
She chuckled. "He changed the plan."
"I guess so," I said. "Thanks again."
"No problem. I’ll see you on Saturday."
Cassidy was married to Ace, one of the mbers of the Dogs of Fire, and the club was having a family pig roast on Saturday.
"Can’t wait," I said, and headed to where Flea stood speaking with Ace. "Hey guys."
Flea grinned, taking my bag from my shoulder. "Hey."
Ace gave a quick hug, then went to join his wife.
"I thought we were eting at my brother’s," I said.
"Had to help Ace with sothin’, so figured I’d stick around," he said. "You looked good."
I smiled. "Thanks. I’m super rusty... which is why I now feel like dying."
"You want a rain check?"
I shook my head. "You promised chocolate and wine. I’m adding foot rub to that list."
"I can do that, baby. Co on, I’ll follow you."
We headed to the parking lot and Flea dropped my bag in the front passenger seat while I climbed behind the wheel. Closing the door, he walked back around to my side, so I lowered the window. He leaned in and kissed gently and I couldn’t help but smile.
"I’m gonna be right behind you."
I nodded. "I’ll try not to lose you."
He chuckled. "That’d be good."
Kissing once more, he walked to his bike and I pulled out of my parking space. My brother’s place wasn’t far from the studio, but there was traffic, so it took a little longer than normal. By the ti I parked in my allotted space, I just wanted to curl up on the sofa and sleep. But... wine, chocolate, and a foot rub were the proverbial carrots at the end of the stick, so I grabbed my stuff and climbed out of the car.
Flea was close, so I handed him my bag and led him into the building. As we waited for the elevator, he wrapped an arm around my waist and I leaned heavily against him. "You wiped out?"
I nodded, biting back a yawn. "Exhausted."
He kissed my temple. "We can hang out tonight and talk tomorrow."
I shook my head and we stepped into an open elevator car. "I’m good. Can’t say how I’ll be after wine and a foot rub, but we can play it by ear."
"Okay. We’ll play it by ear."
We didn’t speak again until we walked into the apartnt and I was relieved to see my brother wasn’t ho. It ant Flea and I could actually talk.
"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" I asked.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Open the wine, Casanova. I won’t be long."
I rushed through my shower, towel drying my hair and throwing it into a ssy bun on top of my head, then I pulled on sweats and a tank top and headed back to the living room.
Flea stood at the kitchen island, and I licked my lips. He had opened wine, poured a glass, and sliced off a piece of the most incredible looking chocolate cake I’d ever seen. "Ohmigod, you bought this for ?"
"Go big or go ho," he retorted.
I grinned. "You know, in a few weeks, I won’t be able to eat like this."
My ti at PBC will have started by then and I would be back on a strict regin with exercise and food.
"Better take advantage of it now, then."
"Good advice." I took the plate with the biggest piece, grabbed a fork, and he followed to the sofa with the wine and his beer.
I settled onto the couch and Flea sat in the oversized chair next to . I took a bite of the cake and moaned with pleasure.
"Grace," Flea growled.
"What?"
"You wanna keep those noises to a minimum?" Flea asked, shifting in his seat.
I raised an eyebrow. "You bought the cake. It’s delicious. What did you expect?"
"Didn’t expect you’d sound like you were being fucked thoroughly while eatin’ it. Don’t wanna hear that until I’m fuckin’ you thoroughly... cake can be part of it at so point, but I’d like the honor of your next orgasm."
"Technically, you’d be my first."
"Co again?"
Might as well get it all out.
I took a deep breath and set my cake aside. "I’m a virgin, Flea."
His nostrils flared slightly, and he closed his eyes for a second, then turned them to . "Say again?"
I grimaced.
God! It’s true. I’m the last Arican virgin.
"Hyn intact. No fucky, fucky."
His expression went from confused to amused, then back to confused again. "Are you seriously sayin’ that in all your ti away at school, so asshole coed didn’t try to get in your panties?"
"I’m not saying that at all," I countered. "I’m saying that I have never t anyone I was interested in going that far with. In case you haven’t noticed, and outside of the fact I barely have ti to sleep, I’m kind of fucked up. I’ve never wanted to pile that stress onto anyone else before... well, until now. You’re welco."
His eyes flashed with both desire and laughter, and then he was in my space, pulling on top of him as he kissed ... thoroughly... sliding his hands into my hair.
I stroked his face. "You taste like beer and chocolate cake."
He smiled, studying . "You seriously offering this to , Grace?"
"Well, not right now. I want to get to know you a little better, but I like you, Flea. A lot. So, if you promise not to break my heart, then, yes, I’m offering that to you."
"Fuck," he whispered, his eyes growing soft as he studied again. "Fuckin’ beautiful, Grace."
He kissed again. This ti it was sweet and really slow. Without breaking our connection, he rolled us so we were face-to-face, sliding his hand to my pulse and stroking my neck.
"Fuck," he whispered again, dropping his forehead to mine. "We need to talk before this goes any further."
I frowned. "That sounds bad."
He chuckled. "It’s not bad, honey. Just want us both on the sa page, because when I fuck you, that’ll be it for us. It’ll be close to permanent."
"That sounds quite definite," I deadpanned.
"No doubt about that."
I nodded. "You know what I realized?"
"What?"
"I don’t even know your real na."
"Billy Jason."
"Wait." I tried not to show my shock. "Seriously?"
He grinned. "Yeah. Why?"
"I guess I just figured you’d have so fancy na... you know, like, Fabio or sothing."
He burst out laughing. "Fabio?"
"Fleabio?"
He continued to laugh as I watched his beautiful face relax into happiness. God, he was pretty.
"I can’t keep calling you Flea," I said, once he’d cald his mirth.
"How co?"
I wrinkled my nose. "Because it’s an annoyingly disgusting insect that bites."
"I bite..." His teeth nipped at my neck. "But only when you ask nicely."
I giggled. "That’s good to know."
"You comin’ with on Saturday?"
"What do you an?"
"Want you at my back."
I smiled. "I can co with you, if you want to. But it’s out of the way to pick up, isn’t it? I can just et you there."
He shook his head. "Makin’ a statent, Grace."
"Oh?"
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