A Dance of Sugarplums and Power Plays (Fairytale Season #1)

Prologue

Everett

Four and a half years ago - June

“Is that all you got?” Claire bites out as I wrap my fist in her long, raven hair. Rocking my hips forward, I take in the sight before me. She’s hot as hell when she gives me shit and lets me fuck her like this—bent over her kitchen counter.

She gasps as my other hand connects with the soft skin of her ass in a slap. “Don’t be a brat,” I say, immediately soothing the spot that’s now a little red.

My hand trails over her hip, pulling her back into me and deepening my thrusts. She lets out a moan, and tension coils at the base of my spine. “I need more,” she says, a little annoyed.

“Tell me what you want, Sugar.”

At the word sugar, she pops off my dick and spins around so we’re facing each other.

“I said no nicknames and I meant it,” she scolds, tilting her head upward, pressing her lips together and pushing a finger into my chest.

When we started this six months ago, we both made promises.

No nicknames.

No sleepovers.

No strings attached.

“But you’re sexy when I make you mad,” I say, stepping toward her so our bodies are touching.

My condom-wrapped dick presses into her abdomen, aching with need.

“You gonna stand there mad at me, Sugar, or are you gonna let me finish fucking the bad day you had right out of you? I don’t have all night. ” My lips curl into a smirk.

She rolls her eyes, but despite her irritation, her breath still hitches when my arm wraps around her waist. Picking her up, I sit her on the faux granite surface, and she cuts her eyes, causing me to chuckle.

Bending down slightly, my lips find the pulse point on her neck, and I kiss her gently, causing her peach skin to erupt with goosebumps. “Would hate to ruin our last night together…” I trail my tongue from her shoulder to her ear. Dropping my voice to a whisper, I finish, “because I made you mad.”

“God,” she huffs out. “You really are so incredibly…” Her voice trails off when I rake my teeth over her earlobe. One of my fingers finds her slick center. Dragging a finger upward, I stop to tease her clit.

“What was that, Claire? I’m so incredibly…what?”

“Irritating,” she stammers, despite trying her best to pretend like my touch doesn’t affect her.

“I thought I told you to stop being a brat,” I say, pushing one finger in and then adding another.

Her breath catches as I curl them deep inside her, and she does her best to maintain her composure, but she’s soaked, letting me know just how much I’m turning her on.

“So what if I am. It’s not like you’ll do anything about it,” she quips, her words wavering slightly and her blue eyes finding mine with a daring stare.

I remove my fingers from between her thighs in a quick motion.

“Why’d you stop?” she chides.

“Brats don’t get rewarded,” I say, raking my hands over her hips. Gripping her ass, I yank her to the edge of the counter.

Leaning back slightly on her hands, she hooks one of her legs around my back, pulling me closer.

“Have I ever told you how much I like that you’re a ballerina?” My left hand trails down her other leg until it gets to her ankle. “How hot it is when I can bend you any way I like?” I lift it, placing it over my shoulder.

Her hand reaches forward and grasps my length, lining me up. “Stop playing around and fuck me, Ev.”

“I thought you said no nicknames.” I quirk my eyebrow upward. “Does that mean you’re done being a brat?”

She shakes her head slowly. “Never.”

“Good,” I say, wrapping one of my hands around the column of her throat and pushing my hips forward.

Her pussy tightens around the head of my dick and the silver stud that adorns it as I stretch her slowly.

The sensation is maddening. “Is this what you want, Claire? Want my hand around your throat and my cock between your thighs?”

“Fuck…yes,” she says, our breaths becoming heavy as I continue to push forward, tilting my hips so that the smooth balls of my piercing hit her most sensitive spot just right.

Her head lolls back, and the look on her face is euphoric. Pupils blown and cheeks flushed. Her onyx hair cascading down her back.

“Fuck.”

Thrust.

“Look.”

Thrust.

“At.”

Thrust.

“You.”

My grip tightens ever so slightly around her neck.

“Yes,” she breathes out.

“You like that?”

“God, yes.”

Pulling out slightly, I ram my hips forward, and she yells out my name. Again and again, we continue to move against each other, one of my hands firmly on her hip and the other still gripping the column of her throat.

“That’s it; use me, Sugar. Take everything you need.”

Her heel digs into me as she tugs me closer, taking me deeper. “Fuck,” she breathes out. We continue to move in tandem. Her chest rises and falls as her eyes find where we connect, and she watches as I fuck her.

“Let go,” I say. “I want to feel you choke my cock.” I pull her into me, rotating my hips again to get the perfect angle. Yelling out my name, her pussy tightens around my dick as she falls, and I unload into the condom.

We pause for a moment, catching our breaths. My hand moves from her neck and pushes a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. Her throat bobs up and down as our eyes meet.

Neither of us speaks for a long moment, lost in each other’s stare. Leaning down, I try to kiss her, but she moves before I can, and disappointment settles into my chest.

“Well, that was hot,” she says, nonchalantly, removing her leg from my shoulder and popping off the counter. I watch as she moves toward her bathroom, swiping my dress shirt from the floor. She pulls it on as she walks, untucking her black waves from below the collar so they fall down her back.

“That’s mine,” I say.

The bathroom door shuts in response, and I’m reminded that I’m leaving tomorrow, officially ending our arrangement. I throw the condom into the trash and move around the small studio apartment, looking for the rest of my clothes.

Pulling on my pants, I look up to find her walking back towards me. The top few buttons of my shirt remain unbuttoned, and it completely swallows her tiny frame.

“For someone who claims not to like me most days, you sure like stealing my clothes,” I say, chuckling.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” She laughs. Walking over to her dresser, she digs in her drawer until she pulls out my old, worn New York Crowns T-shirt and tosses it in my direction.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. You sure you want the button down over the comfy sleep shirt. You can only keep one. I need something to wear in Texas.”

She inhales and exhales an annoyed breath, beginning to unbutton the shirt.

“You know, if you wanted to see my tits one more time, you could’ve just asked.” She smirks, slowly pulling it from her shoulders, revealing her bare body and tossing it at my head. “Give me the T-shirt.”

“Ask nicely.” The corner of my mouth tips upward.

“You’re insufferable.” She scoffs. “Can I please have the T-shirt, asshole?” She extends her arm outward and gestures impatiently.

“Always such a brat.” I throw the shirt towards her, and she catches it before pulling it over her head. “You know, now that I’ve been traded, you’re gonna have to get yourself a Stallions shirt.”

“I’m pretty loyal to New York, and I don’t see that changing any time soon,” she says. “What time do you leave tomorrow?”

“Early.”

“Hmm,” she hums, running her hand through her hair.

“Don’t tell me after months of not liking me, you’re gonna miss me.”

“Ha! Your dick? Yes. But you? Not a chance.” She shakes her head. “Call me if you’re ever back in New York,” she says, walking towards her door.

“Kicking me out already?”

Her eyes flit to the clock on the microwave. “Everett, this was fun, but I don’t do goodbyes well, and you’re leaving tomorrow, and we’ll probably never see each other again.”

Something foreign tugs at my heart, and for a split second I consider staying.

Maybe taking her to dinner and giving our one very bad date a do-over, so we can say goodbye properly, but I know that would complicate our little arrangement, and that’s not what we are.

We were always supposed to be temporary.

A blip—one star in the midst of an expansive night sky.

Burning fast and bright, until it dimmed completely and we moved on from each other.

“You know Charlotte is going to be back soon,” she continues, opening the door.

“Hiding me from your roommate?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s just getting late, and she and I will have to be up early tomorrow for rehearsals.”

“Yeah, okay,” I agree. “You’re right. If you’re ever in Texas…”

“Yeah,” she says, a small smile ghosting across her lips. “Then, I’ll call.”

It’s an empty promise, and we both know it. There’s another pause, and I pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. “Bye, Sugar.”

“Bye, Ev.”

Pulling away, I turn and walk down the hall, doing my best not to look back at the girl I’m leaving behind because, despite my original thoughts about her, I think I might actually miss having her in my life. But we both said we wouldn’t fall, and I’ve always been a man of my word.