His Dancer by Darcy Rose
Ace
The days without Cara have been hell. I’m not the type to dwell on things I cannot fix. I told her to run, and I meant it. She’s not cut for this life, so sweet, innocent, and perfect. To pull her deeper into my dark web would be selfish.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to… or it certainly doesn't make what I’m feeling any less miserable. I’ve spent hours watching her from afar, wanting to go to her but knowing I couldn’t. I knew that eventually the distance would stop hurting, and I’d forget she ever came into my life. The keyword being eventually. For now, I was stuck in a never-ending cycle of gloom.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts, and I drag my attention toward it. Whoever is interrupting me better be ready for my shit-ass mood.
“Someone better be…” The words cut off as she steps into the room. Cara, my angel. Every muscle and fiber in my body urges me to go to her. To be this close to her, to be able to touch her. I’ve dreamed of this moment for days, and now I’m unmoving, my feet cemented into the floor.
I was certain I would never see her again, my warning clear, yet she stands before me like a beacon of light in the dark tunnel called my life. One thing’s certain—I should be pissed at her. I should be punishing her, proving to her why she was never to return, but I’m not.
Instead, I’m trapped in a trance, staring at her as though she could disappear at any moment. A voice echoes through my mind: mine. She is mine, in every single way, but I can’t keep her without dulling her light.
I stare at her thoroughly, drinking her in as if it’s my last time seeing her. Of course she hasn’t changed at all, so why would she? I saw her just a few days ago, yet that seems like a lifetime ago. Her clothes hug her soft curves perfectly, her brown hair falls in gentle waves off her shoulder, and I imagine running my fingers through it while I devour her pink lips, nibbling and sucking on them while she holds me tight to her body, begging me to take her. Fuck me, my cock hardens to steel in my slacks at the thought.
It takes me a moment to reach her face, my gaze sweeping slowly over her body. One look at her delicate features, and I can tell she’s pissed, her nose wrinkled, her eyebrows pointed down, making it appear that she has a permanent scowl on her face.
“I doubt you have any idea what you’ve done by showing up here.”
“I don’t care what I’ve done, and I’m not scared of you, Ace. I came here because I want you to take the money back. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t want your money.”
I had almost forgotten about the tuition money and dorm room. I paid for it because we had a deal, but more than that, I wanted to make sure that even if I wasn’t in the picture, she was taken care of, and removing those payments would make it certain she could get by on her own. Apparently, I hadn’t thought my decision all the way through because here she was, angry and sexy as hell, making it painfully obvious I made the wrong choice about letting her go.
“We had a deal.”
“We didn’t agree on what you did. Paying for all my schooling and room and board.” She shakes her head, the movement causing pieces of hair to fly into her face. “No… I refuse to be a charity case to you.” She crosses the room, and the temperature spikes at the closeness of her body.
One touch and I’ll never be able to let her go again. Am I man enough to accept that? That I’ll be tainting my innocent angel?
“Are you listening to me, Ace?” She growls, but the look in her eyes doesn’t match her voice, and I can tell from the heavy rise and fall of her chest that she, too, is affected by my presence. “You have to take the money back. Reverse whatever you’ve done. I don’t want it.” Her voice is low, pleading. Too bad she’s not going to be getting her wish.
I take a step forward, eating the minimal space between us. “The only thing I’m going to reverse is not realizing you were mine sooner. These past couple of weeks have been hell, and I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize you’re stronger than you appear. All this time, I was worried I would dull your light when I didn’t need to be.”
Cara’s lips part, and I lean into her, letting her sweet scent fill my lungs. “The money stays where it is. The only thing I’m taking back is you,” I hiss through my teeth, and like a man starved for air, water, and food, I gently grab her face and pull her toward me.
Fire roars in my veins as soon as our lips touch, my hunger for her only growing as I devour her while she holds me, sinking her tiny nails deep into my flesh, telling me without words that she too doesn’t want to let me go.
Forcing myself to pull away, I brush a few strands of hair from her face and stare into hers. “I can’t change the man I am or the things I’ve done, but I also can’t change that I love you.”
Tears form in Cara’s green eyes, and I don’t wait for her response. I need her, right here, right now.
Like two teenagers, we peel each other's clothes off. I’m not worried about my men coming into the office. They know better than to enter without knocking. Naked, we make our way to the couch, and I pull away to admire Cara’s sweet body. Her full tits and shaved pussy beckon me forward, and I take one of her breasts into my hand, rolling the hardened nipple between two fingers.
So responsive and perfect. She was made for me in every single way.
“Tell me you want me. That you need me as much as I need you.”
“I need you, Ace. I want you, and I love you.” As soon as she says I love you, I’m crumpling. Using my hands, I spread her thighs and guide my cock to her wet pussy. I wish I was strong enough to savor this moment and ease inside her, enjoying each pleasurable inch, but I’m starved for her.
Unable to control myself, I shift my hips all the way forward, slamming deep inside her. She lets out a whimper, and I stare down into her eyes, willing myself the strength to slow down.
“I’m sorry, Cara. I need you, baby… I need you so bad it fucking hurts. My cock aches to feel you squeezing me until I can’t hold myself back anymore and explode inside you.”
She nods her head and smiles almost teasingly, “Fuck me, Ace. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
My brain short-circuits, my thoughts becoming hazy as I do exactly what Cara asked me to. Using my body, I show her how much I missed her with each tentative stroke of my cock. I worship her, sucking on her tits and bringing her to orgasm again and again before emptying myself inside her.
Cara stares deep into my eyes, our foreheads pressed together while sweat drips off our bodies. Euphoric pleasure surrounds us, and I hold her tighter to my body as my cock becomes flaccid inside her.
“I love you, Ace, and I know I shouldn’t because you aren’t a good man, and you’ve done terrible things, but I do. And I’m not sure what that says about me or who it makes me as a person—” I cut her off before she can say anything else.
“It makes you mine, Cara. Mine.” I growl the last word and seal it with a kiss against her lips, knowing that things will never be better than this. I’ve found my forever, even if it's with a woman I don’t entirely deserve. That just means I’ll spend the rest of my days proving myself to her.
