Chapter Two #3
“Thank you, Ten!” Wrenley replied. Her raspy voice was so sexy that I had to readjust my stance for the tingle going down my spine.
She spritzed her body with glitter as one final touch before giving herself one last check in the mirror.
It was then that her eyes found mine. I didn’t think a prettier shade of brown existed in the universe.
When our eyes connected, she beamed at me, giving me her genuine, contagious smile.
Then, she turned and bound across the room.
Every step was more of a skip with her joy.
Fractured rainbows danced from the feathers on her swaying hips and the beads on the rest of her body. I was utterly entranced.
Once she reached me, she threw her arms around my neck to embrace me.
Wrenley felt so right in my arms, our bodies fitting together like we were built with each other in mind.
How her tits felt against my body did things to my brain chemistry.
Instinctually, I buried my face in her fluffy curls and the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
I was rewarded with her giggles that sounded like the most glorious bell chime calling me home.
She smelled like strawberry wine or a strawberry compote drizzled over a pound cake.
She was peace and excitement in a perfect package.
My bull bellowed in my head while my heart soared in my chest.
“Sweet Tea!” Wrenley squealed.
“Hi, shortcake,” I greeted, my hands lingering on her waist for longer than they should have. “How are you?”
“I’m amazing!” Then, her smile faltered a bit as she studied my face with those eagle eyes of hers. “But you look a little tense. Is everything okay, baby?”
Ira failed to cover her snort with a cough. Instead of glaring at her, I kept my eyes on Wrenley and tried to put on my best smile. “Everything’s great. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Wrenley’s eyes narrowed on me, and I knew I had answered way too fast. Her hands were still on my arms from our hug, and my brain was having the hardest time trying to maintain the facade. I wanted to look down at her lips. I wanted to pull her in and kiss her. “Are you sure?”
“I’m fine, sugar, I promise. I—” I couldn’t lie to her, but I also couldn’t tell her the truth. Not yet. I settled on something in between. “I just had a strange dream I’m trying to shake off.”
“Oh, okay,” Her gaze softened in an understanding way that made my pulse stutter. “Well, how about a distraction? Can I ask you something and you be honest with me?”
“Always.”
“I know, but I have to ask every time!” She turned her back to me, arched it perfectly, and presented me with the most incredible view of her ass. Then, she looked back at me through her long eyelashes with all the innocence in the world. “What do you think of the feathers?”
Has anyone ever been more fucking fucked in history? What did I think of the feathers? What answer could I come up with other than they framed her ass like they were hand-sculpted by a devoted goddess who wanted to torture me?
She continued. “Are they too much? I bought them on a whim, but I’m thinking I didn’t think it through. Don’t they seem kind of… redundant for my show?”
Ira’s elbow into my side before she stepped away was like a defibrillator to my heart to stir some semblance of function.
I tried to swallow around the stunned lump in my throat, but my voice still came out gruff and thick.
“I love the new pants. I think they are a great teaser for the rest of the show. Not to mention, how amazing they make your ass look.”
“I knew you would never let me go out looking crazy!” Wrenley beamed before turning back around to face me and stepping more into my space.
I wasn’t sure she realized she was doing it; her body just naturally gravitating close enough to mine where I could feel her heat through my hoodie. “You always have my back.”
This close to her, the scent of strawberries hit my nose like a freight train. It was dizzying. It was glorious. Before I could stop myself, I said, “You could never look crazy. You would look beautiful in a bunch of paper bags stapled together.”
“That would be quite the sight to see,” she said softly, jokingly, her breath now tickling my lips with its proximity. It smelled like mint. Mixed with the sweet scent of her, it added another layer of intoxication to her. I licked my lips, wondering if I could taste it there.
Her cognac brown eyes dipped to follow my tongue. The whole world fell away as she watched me. Her eyes stayed there on my mouth long afterward, and I watched as her pupils grew. The sweet air shifted, taking on something else…
Something that made my bull want to charge to the surface.
Something that made me want to allow it.
“Cinnamon, two-minute warning! Thread, make your way out now!” The manager called, making the world snap back into focus.
Wrenley blinked slowly as if she was waking up from an enchantment.
Her chest rose and fell faster than it had before, and there was a deeper rosiness to her freckled cheeks under her blush.
Her eyes hesitated on my lips for a fraction longer before returning to my eyes.
In them, I saw my own hesitation mirrored.
But I also saw a promise and an agreement.
Not yet, but very soon.
Then, she bounced on her feet and smiled brightly at me once more. Breathlessly, she said the same thing she always did before she went to perform, “Watch me?”
“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else, birdseye. Go break some hearts.”
Then, she turned away. I couldn’t help but watch those feathers kissing the freckles on her ass. I hated seeing her go, but I loved watching her leave.