"I hate it," I complained, sliding to the floor in front of the mirrored wall.
It was the day after rrick and I had ordered a new sofa, and it had been way too long between dance sessions for , which ant, every step I took sucked. Bad.
"Why?" Grace asked. "I think it’s great."
I shook my head. "It’s not good enough, Grace. I know it, you know it, Cassidy will know it."
She sighed.
"You need a partner," Lily said, sitting beside .
Lily Quinn just so happened to be Cassidy’s daughter-in-law. She was married to Maverick, who was one of rrick’s Dog brothers, along with his father, Ace.
"Do you know anyone?" I asked, hopefully.
"No, not really. The two guys I used to dance with have gone to other companies in California."
"Rude," I said.
"Right?" Lily lanted.
"I bet Cassidy would know soone," Grace said.
I shook my head. "I want to work this out myself."
"What about Finch?" Lily said.
"What about ?" rrick asked, walking through the door.
"Standing in as partner."
"Nope," he said, with an emphasis on the ’p.’
"It’s fine," I said.
"It’s for Remington, rr," Grace provided, and he frowned.
"You need a partner?" he asked.
"If I want to do what I need to, yes. But I need soone trained. It’s fine, honey."
"He’s trained," Grace said.
"Grace," rrick warned.
"He is," Lily added. "He took two years during football. And Cass uses him sotis when she’s desperate."
"Enough," rrick snapped. "I’m not wearing tights for anyone. Sorry, baby, but it ain’t happenin’."
"You wouldn’t need to wear tights," Grace said.
"You really wouldn’t," I said. "I just need an anchor. Soone strong enough to lift ."
He dropped his head back and hissed out, "Jesus," to the ceiling.
Grace clapped her hands. "That’s a yes."
"That’s not what I heard," I said, but studied him, once again hopeful.
He t my eyes. "I’ll do it."
I couldn’t love him more in this mont.
"You will?"
"Yeah, baby, I will. I have no clue if I’ll do any good, but I can be your anchor."
I jumped to my feet and threw myself against him, kissing his neck as he wrapped his arms around and hugged close. "Thank you."
"It’ll be worth it just for that," he whispered.
I leaned back and smiled up at him. "Can we work on sothing now?"
"What about your bruises and your arm?"
"They’re healing, and I’ve been hurt worse in shows and had to dance through it. Well, maybe not the arm, but I don’t need my arm for this routine," I pressed. "Please?"
He shrugged. "Sure."
I kissed him again and took his hand to pull him to the barre and faced the mirror. "I need you to stand like this."
I gave him a quick lesson on how to hold his core and how I needed him to catch , then guided him to the middle of the room. "Promise you’ll catch . Even if it’s not pretty."
He smiled. "Not gonna let you fall, Rem."
I bit my lip, then nodded and walked to the opposite side of the room. I moved into a plié, then up on my feet to relevé before stepping into glissades, repeating those steps as I made my way to rrick. He watched closely, and when I sped up slightly, I saw him lock his body at the sa ti as he loosened his arms, ready to catch .
Then I was flying.
Into his arms, then into the air as he lifted above his head and dropped toward the floor, holding locked to him, my feet to the sky, before lifting again and setting gently back on my toes.
He was perfect. A hell of a lot better than soone who’d only done two years of training.
I heard a whoop and a holler, then multiple whoops and hollers, and I faced the sound as rrick slid his arm around my waist. Flea and Maverick had arrived and were in the corner waiting with Grace and Lily, clapping like we were rock stars and I grinned big as I hugged rrick tight. "You misled on your level of ’training,’" I accused.
He laughed. "Well, now you know."
"You’re the prettiest fuckin’ ballerina I ever seen, Finch," Flea joked.
"Hey," Grace snapped, smacking his arm.
Flea laughed and wrapped his arms around her. "Sorry, second prettiest."
I gripped rrick’s cut and stood on pointe to kiss him gently. "That was perfect. Exactly what I needed."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Will you do that with for my audition?"
"Yeah, baby. Whatever you need."
"I love you," I whispered, kissing him again.
"Love you, too. Wanna get so food?"
"Yes! I’m starving."
I joined Lily and Grace and we pulled sweats on over our leotards and tights, then followed the n out to the vehicles. It was raining so no one had their bikes, which was a bumr, but we headed to a local restaurant and spent the rest of the evening laughing with our friends.
It had been the perfect day.
"Jesus," rrick hissed as he pushed in deeper.
I smiled, loving the power I had over him right now. As promised, he’d bought lube. Lots of it and I was currently on my side pressing against his extrely hard cock, trying to take him all the way.
"Rem, you need to slow down."
"I want you in."
He pushed again, and I gripped his arm anchored around my waist.
"Okay, maybe a little slower," I rasped, swallowing.
"It’s too much."
"No, it’s not," I countered. "Don’t stop, honey. Please."
He kept tight to him, his front to my back, and pressed in again. "You okay?" he asked.
"I’m fine, honey," I promised, and he buried himself a little further, while I tried not to co. Even though it was a little uncomfortable, I was ridiculously turned on. "Fuck , Tweety."
"Don’t want to hurt you, Rem."
"You’re not hurting ."
"Fuck, you feel so good."
"So do you," I whispered.
He moved slowly, and I tried to rock, but he slapped my ass in response.
"If you’re trying to get to slow down, slapping like that isn’t helping," I ground out. "It just riles more."
"Baby, settle," he ordered. "My dick is buried sowhat deep and tight and you making laugh is just gonna rile more."
He reached over my legs and slid a finger into my pussy, keeping his thumb connected to my clit and then finally began to move. I moved with him, my orgasm building hard and fast...like usual, but this one was far more intense, and I shuddered as a climax washed over , quickly followed by another.
"Fuck," he rasped, gently pulling out of . "God damn, baby. Even part way in, it was amazing."
"That was so, so good."
"That’s beyond an understatent," he said. "If dancing with you ans that? I’m in every day."
I chuckled. "Well, let’s see how I feel tomorrow, and go from there."
"Are you sore?" he asked, suddenly concerned.
"Not really, but you’re the only one I’ve let in, so..."
He grinned, kissing gently. "That ans everything to , baby."
"To too. I love you more than you will ever know."
"I’m getting an idea, but it still doesn’t co close to what I feel for you."
I rolled my eyes. "It’s not a competition."
"Well, if it was, I’d win."
"Oh my god, you so wouldn’t."
He slid off the bed and headed for the bathroom. "So would."
I followed and turned on the shower. "You gonna lather up, cowboy?"
"Lather, rile, whatever my queen needs."
I grinned. "Correct answer, peasant."
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