Page 132 of The Dancer

And then we reached the game room. That’s where I got to see how she really felt. “Baby, you’re gonna break it.” I kept my voice low and calm. We were battling it out at the foosball table and she was taking some serious shit out on the game.

I stepped back and out of the line of danger at the look she gave me. “Not that I mind. Are you really that upset about your bodyguards?”

“Yes, I don’t need anyone to take care of me, I can take care of myself.”

The floodgates opened up and she let me have it. I didn’t interrupt, but listened, because I knew this was about more than the guards. And then she broke. I knew that shit was coming. All day she’d been full of smiles and laughter like she didn’t have a care in the world. I knew if I was still wound this tight she must be feeling something. But she’s held that shit all in. Until now.

“Come ‘ere baby, I got you.” I took her down to the floor with my arms around her and her ass in my lap. There wasn’t much more I could do but hold her and let her get that shit off her chest.

“I want to find him and punch him in the face. Then I’m gonna kick him in the balls and…and…and…” Her little frame shook and it broke my heart.

She screamed and pounded her balled up fists on my chest with tears running down her face. And I just sat there and let her get it all out. When she drooped from exhaustion I just held her, not saying a word and kissed her hair. I knew exactly what I was going to do with Ray Morrison.

Chapter 34

I had a new respect for my girl. Just like with her dancing there were sides to her I still didn’t know. I started to see some of the traits Travis had mentioned, but there was also a strength in her that I couldn’t help but admire. Until it fucked with my idea of how I was supposed to take care of my woman.

That Saturday after everyone came back to the apartment we’d hung out in the media room for a movie marathon. Mom did her bit, giving my girl some TLC, which she seemed to need and I was able to spend some time with the kid.

I could imagine how pissed he must still be with no way to release it. He, Tony and I sat in the kitchen, which seemed to be where the women kept sending us. After listening to what they’d been up to that afternoon the talk turned to the attack.

“I have a plan guys. We’ve all been thinking with our dicks, me especially. I wanted to go after this asshole myself, but you know what will be even better? If I let her take him.”

“What the hell are you talking about bro?”

“Okay so listen. Anna had a little meltdown earlier and all she kept saying was that she wanted to go after this guy. No way am I letting her anywhere near him, but…if I’m there…”

“I like where this is going.”

“I knew you would Tony.”

“I don’t get it.” The kid looked back and forth between us.

“I’m going to set his ass up and let her kick the crap out of him; while I’m there of course.”

From the big ass grin on his face I figured he got it, but I was now having second thoughts after saying that crazy shit out loud. “Oh that would be awesome. Sis can’t fight though.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll figure it out.”

That was Saturday night before I took her to bed, when my life was still in the sane lane. That night we made love until the early morning hours when I finally rolled away from her, spent and happy as fuck.

“Whoa, that’s a lot of energy you got going on there baby.” She wore my ass out. She ran her finger down my middle like she was trying to start something but after that five hour marathon there was no way. Then again!

What the hell had gotten into her horny ass anyway? She grabbed my sticky dick and stroked while licking my neck. Now my girl is hot as fuck once I get her going, but since the night before she’s been a little…extra.

I watched her hand move up and down my rod thinking that shit wasn’t gonna work, I had nothing. But that was before she made her way down the bed and licked my cock the way I’d seen her do the ice cream cone earlier.

“Whoa…the fuck.” She laughed and licked the tip and I was back in the game. I figured after beating her pussy to a pulp for the past few hours she wouldn’t need much foreplay, I was wrong. She was in some kind of mood.