A Winter Dance Page 4

  Placing one more kiss on her lips, I punched in my code for the gates to open and let us in.

  The place I lived in was nice, and quiet. Most of the residents that lived here were older, older than me. It was a newer community and that was why I had picked it. I was not getting any younger and I wanted someplace that I could eventually call my own.

  I had a four-bedroom, three-bathroom, two-story house, with a two-car garage set on two acres of land with a tall stone fence. It was well built, able to handle the toughest storms. It even had a basement that I’d turned into another living space. I couldn’t be more pleased with it now. This was the place I had decided would be a good area to have a family in with Isabel when she wanted kids.

  Unlocking my front door, I sidestepped to let her enter the warmth first. I didn’t want her to be chilled or to catch anything from being outside in the cold for too long.

  “Let’s head to the bedroom and change into something more comfortable.” I patted her butt, giving it a squeeze. God, I loved her ass.

  “Don’t you mean get undressed?” she snickered, toeing off her shoes and giving her ass a shake as she walked down the hall toward the master bedroom.

  Hell. Yeah. I fucking loved her ass.

  Seven

  Isabel

  We’d spent the night naked, watching movies and cuddling in bed. It was a long weekend and we planned to take it off and just relax. Our plans last night hadn’t gone as we’d expected. After a few heavy yawns, we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

  This morning I’d woken up to the sound of the shower running and the sun already up.

  It was peaceful. More so than my little two-bedroom apartment. For it being the city, you couldn’t hear the blare of the car horns, or the chitchat coming from the people walking about outside. It was quiet, peaceful. You could hear the blowing of the wind and the singing of the birds that stayed behind in the winter.

  Rolling onto my side, I glanced out the window that was on his side of the bed. It faced the center of the community where a small park was placed for the children to play in.

  Something in my belly fluttered at the thought of kids. Often, I thought about one day settling down to have my own, giving up the life of a ballerina to be a mom, and none of that had really seemed possible until now.

  Jack had told me to think about our future and what I wanted, and we’d spoken more about it, but my mind had already been made up. I wanted this. What we share was a once in a lifetime thing. I couldn’t just let that fade away.

  “Enjoying the view?” Jack asked, walking out of the master bathroom with a towel around his waist.

  “I am now.” My view of him in nothing but a towel was better than the sight of the sun glaring off the snow-covered treetops. Each day I got the chance to look at him, Jack only seemed to grow more and more devilishly handsome.

  He made me want to quit this job, just leave it all behind and start a new life with him.

  That didn’t sound bad at all, the only problem with that was the responsibility we took on as dancers. The posters were going to be made next week and placed all over town to help with the hype of the show.

  Jack and I had to go for a photoshoot for it; we’d already been sized for our outfits and they’d already aired on the radio our names.

  Maybe soon…

  “You look stressed,” Jack said, interrupting my thoughts. I gave him a half-lip tilt. I wouldn’t call what I was feeling stress, it was just that my priorities were shifting.

  Not many women my age continued to dance professionally. I was just the one that had stuck it out in hopes of fame and good fortune.

  After landing the lead for this production, I’d finally come to realize I didn’t want to keep being disparaged by the younger women. I was getting older and there was nothing wrong with that. Dancing the lead had been a lifetime goal, and now that I’d achieved that, my mind was focused on what came next. My future. One that involved Jack. I wanted him to be my last stop on this crazy train we called life.

  “I’m not stressed, just thinking about some things. Life decisions and the future…” I scooted myself up until I was sitting with the sheet tucked under my arms. Jack sat down beside me and laid his hand on my shin.

  “Tell me…”

  God, I did enjoy it when he took on that demanding tone. There was something about a man who could take on different roles. He was sweet at times, caring, demanding, and just knew when to relax.

  “Well… I was just thinking about quitting dance completely after this winter performance,” I admitted, watching to see what type of expression he’d give me. I was nervous to voice it out loud because after spending half my life to get where I was now, the people who knew me would think that I was ludicrous for having the idea. I could honestly see why. Usually when someone of my experience ended their career in dance, they became a dance instructor or stayed involved in the dance world in some capacity, but right now I didn’t even want to do that. Dancing was a life-long career that had no room for anything else. Most of us spent no less than six days a week dancing, and you had to be on a certain calorie intake. If you didn’t make that weight limit, you were put on a diet.

  Not everyone could handle the brutality of it all on their shoulders. I had gone to college on the side, so I could possibly get a normal office job at a bank. Something part-time but would allow me to be able to be at home the first few years. I was ready for a break from the world that had consumed my life.

  Jack didn’t say anything. He just sat beside me and waited for me to continue, but honestly, I didn’t have anything else to say. There was nothing left to explain. I was tired and this would be my last show. I’d finally gotten the spotlight. My dreams had changed, and my goals had shifted.

  “Do you think that is a crazy idea?” I worried my bottom lip.

  He shook his head and I calmed. “I’ve been having these thoughts since we started seeing one another, I just never voiced them. I thought you would assume it was a bad idea. I mean, I’m an older man, I should pass the lead slippers to someone younger.”

  “What are your thoughts on children?” I pushed a little. Yes, I knew it was still early in the relationship, but I was one-hundred percent certain I was going to spend forever with this guy. One thing was for certain, I knew I wanted to have a child, and that I wanted one now before I got any older. I could just tell by looking at him and being with him that he would one day father my kids. There was no doubt. Call it a feeling of the heart, it was just meant to be.

  “Do you want to start trying now? Say ‘to hell with the theater,’ let’s start making babies?” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave me a toothy grin that sent me into a round of giggles.

  “You’re so bad. You and I know we can’t just leave them last minute. They already have this whole damn thing set out. What if we left after?”

  He bobbed his head, thinking about what I was saying. When his hand left my shin to rip off the towel from around his waist, and my eyes went wide.

  I squealed and laughed as he jumped on me, pushing me onto the bed until I was on my back, and then his lips captured mine.

  His hands tugged down the blanket until it was pushed down to the foot of the mattress and I was left bare under him.

  His hips were perfectly positioned over mine, resting on me with the rest of his weight lightly settled over mine.

  I nipped at his lips and he groaned. “I want to start trying now.”

  “Jack, we should—”

  His lips covered mine again in another kiss. “I didn’t hear you.” He winked down at me.

  “You know, just because you kiss me—”

  “Kiss you? I think I can do that!”

  “You can’t shut me up with kisses, Jack,” I informed him, giving him my best serious face. I could feel my face cracking the longer I looked at him. I tried to squint, but that didn’t help when he planted another kiss on me.

  “I think this method works wonders. I will use
this later.”

  Rolling my eyes, I chuckled. “You’re hopeless. You can’t always use this method.”

  “Am I? I thought it was you that was the helpless one underneath me with your legs spread,” he growled deeply. “Can you feel how much I want you?” He nudged my cheek and I moaned as he rocked his hips firmly into mine.

  “Yes…”

  “Good. Want to practice?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Eight

  Jack

  Lowering myself down her body, I came level with her small, perky breasts. Cupping one side, I took the other into my mouth and tugged and nipped at her tight pink nipple.

  Her moans where enough to make me want to spread her legs open and fuck her, but I didn’t want to be a selfish lover. I wanted to feel her channel milk my cock as I pushed my cum into her depths.

  She wasn’t wrong about thinking of leaving the company. I wanted to do the same. I had enough put away that neither of us would have to work again. I guess for someone that had been unwanted as a child, I’d made a pretty good life for myself. I’d worked my ass off to make sure I was ready for retirement and it’d paid off. I wasn’t a millionaire, but I had money to spare if we had children, and we wouldn’t have to worry.

  “Jack, please. I need more,” she gasped.

  Letting go of her nipple, I palmed her breast that I’d just had in my mouth and gave both of her perky mounds attention with my fingers.

  “What do you need, my little ballerina. Do you want your pussy filled?” I nearly snarled when her legs wrapped around my back and I felt her feet dig into my lower back just above my ass.

  She nodded, closing her eyes tightly and turning her head away from me as she breathed out moans.

  I wouldn’t accept that though, I needed to hear her say the words. It was a turn on to hear wicked words fall from her lips.

  I rocked my pelvis into hers, grunting at the pleasure it brought me when my dick slipped through her wet folds, massaging us both. Doing it again and again, I watched as she started to pant.

  “Tell me…” I hissed; the air stolen from my lungs as the desire coiled in my belly. I had to still when she hiked a leg and the head of my dick almost slipped inside of her. That minx, she was trying to get me inside her before I was ready. This wouldn’t do.

  I inwardly chuckled at her attempts.

  “Isabel… You won’t get what you want until I do.”

  “I want you inside my aching, wet pussy, Jack,” she rushed out, her neck and cheeks turning a bright red.

  God, even her blush turned me on and made me harder. “See, that wasn’t so hard, but I must say, I want to hear you say those words again.”

  “Fuck me—” Her feet nudged my ass.

  How could I deny her pleas when she said them so lovely?

  Straightening myself until I hovered over her body and could look deep into her eyes, I took hold of my length and gently rubbed the head of my cock against her opening.

  She was already drenched with her cream, wet and slick enough that we’d have no trouble fitting me into her.

  “Jack, don’t tease me,” she moaned, trying to hook her legs around me to force me inside.

  After a couple more sweeps of my cock along her entrance, I positioned myself over her opening and began to push into her inch by inch. I didn’t want to piston into her just yet, I wanted to let her have time to adjust to my girth before I wrecked her pussy.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh, God,” she sighed as I bottomed out and held myself still, deep within her.

  “Does that feel good?” I watched her like a wolf ready to pounce.

  “Yes.”

  That one word, the sincerity in her voice, it all pushed me to do one thing. Move.

  Pulling out of her until only the head of my cock was left inside of her, I shoved back in with more force than the slow rhythm I’d first started out with. She’d still feel me after this was done.

  Slamming my cock into her welcoming channel, I felt myself drawing closer to my own release.

  I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked it deeply into my mouth as I could take it.

  That sent her over the edge, and as she shouted out her release, I pushed into her one last time and held myself deep inside her as I came. I grunted with every jet that shot into her, then collapsed onto the bed beside her when I was spent.

  “Jack… That was amazing,” Isabel sighed, rolling over to rest her head on my arm and her hand on my chest.

  “You’re the amazing one.” And she was, there was no denying what she was to me now. We got to know more and more about one another every day. She knew about my past, as I did hers. She accepted me and my flaws and she was the perfect partner.

  I had fallen for her. She’d had me curious from the start, I’d wanted to be with her, I had desired her, and now that I had her, she’d never leave my side. I was wrapped around her finger, and one day I would marry this woman.

  “You say the sweetest things.”

  “They’re true. Every word. You make me whole. You’ve completely captivated me, snuck inside my heart, my soul. Stay with me forever?”

  “I will stay with you until the end of time. Does this mean you want to take the next step?”

  I let my expression go blank, blinking at her like I had no idea what she meant. A plan was formulating in my mind. I wanted to do something special. A little teasing to distract her was called for now.

  Her hand smacked my chest and she snorted, getting up off the bed to fetch her robe on the nearby dresser.

  “Well I can see that I will have to fend for myself and cook my own meal. I thought a woman was supposed to get breakfast in bed after a nice fuck?”

  I could see the playfulness in her expression. That woman.

  I love her.

  “I think you have it backwards. The woman is supposed to spoil the man after he puts out some good loving. I mean, I did tap that booty until you nearly screamed.”

  Her slipper came flying at my head and I ducked just as it missed me by an inch.

  I laughed, and she mock growled and threw her other, making its arc true as it bounced off my shoulder.

  “If you think we’re going back to the fifties you’re mistaken. You’re a grown man, make it yourself.”

  Well, at least my feet will be warm.” I held her matching slippers in my hand and waved them in the air.

  She stomped over to me with a frown on her face that she struggled to keep in place, her lips twitching at the sides.

  I grabbed her around the waist, and she squealed as I swung her onto my lap and smothered her in kisses.

  “If you want your footwear back, I think I need a kiss.”

  “I’m not sure that’s a fair deal,” she said with a chuckle as I placed another kiss on her mouth.

  “I think it is. What do you say? A kiss for your slippers, my love. I will even help you cook.” I cocked an eyebrow, still holding the slippers away from her and directly in her line of slight.

  She hummed and I waited.

  “I think that is a fair deal. Now give me them before my toes fall off. Your floor is cold.”

  “How do you think I keep you in my bed when you come over?” I always lowered the heat a few degrees when she was coming over just so she would snuggle with me.

  I wanted her to be close and she never ceased to disappoint me.

  I waited until she was ready and then got up and ready myself.

  “Breakfast and then what?” she asked.

  It was the long weekend and we didn’t have to train unless we wanted to. Since we’d been training nonstop, I figured it’d be nice to get away. There was a little cottage I knew of outside of the city, in the countryside near a farm. I was going to call and see if they had any openings.

  “I think we will take a trip for a night,” I hinted. She gave me a strange look but shrugged it off. This would be a romantic getaway.

  “Go grab whatever you want to eat, I’ll be right back. I need to make a call,�
� I told her, stopping just outside the door.

  “Well don’t take long, you said you’d help.”

  Leaning on the doorstop, I fished my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number to my old friend, then hung up, I knew he’d be working. Trying the front desk, I waited.

  When I’d first moved here, he had been the first person I’d met. Donald’s parents still owned the business which gave me the connection I needed. Everyone up there knew me. I’d spent time helping them before I’d landed a spot at the studio.

  “I will be there in a second,” I called out as she made her way into the kitchen. I would get her a room in the nicest cabin available. Then I would show her just how much she meant to me. I had been stricken by Cupid’s arrow and I would leave that sucker implanted in my heart for her.

  The male clerk’s voice came over the phone in the usual greeting.

  “Hello, I’m one of Donald’s friends. I would like to make a reservation in your honeymoon cabin, please.”

  Nine

  Isabel

  This place was breathtaking. The snow-covered mountains, the farmers’ fields. This likely cost a fortune.

  “Did you really get us a reservation here?”

  “Yes, it is so hard to believe?” Jack grunted as he lugged our shared suitcase through the snow. He disappeared into the cabin.

  Everything about this area was amazing. Surrounded by a forest with an open view of the valley below, the cabin sat in between a cluster of trees.

  “It’s not hard to believe, just surprising that you were able to get us a place last minute and on a holiday weekend! Do you see this place? It’s just, wow!”

  “Come inside out of the snow, I’ll make us some hot chocolate and then we can go out and explore,” Jack called from the open doorway.

  Jogging inside, I brushed off the light layer of snow that covered the top of my hair and my shoulders, then wiped my shoes off on the door mat.

  “Hot chocolate, does that come with marshmallows?” I asked as I swept my gaze around the cabin.