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With a little push Alicia walked toward the stage—with each step he watched as Alicia fell away and Sonata emerged—much like a butterfly from a cocoon. She had preselected her song and when she took up the mic, she pulled an antique chair on stage, turned the back to the audience and sat down straddling it and facing them. The familiar notes of a popular song from the movie Dirty Dancing started. It was Patrick Swayze’s She’s Like the Wind—only she changed the pronoun to male.
Brock was sure his heart stopped beating, or maybe it only began to beat in sync with hers. Everything seemed to fall away, and it felt as though she was singing just to him, and they were the only people in the room. When the music ended, there was a moment of silence before the place burst into wild applause. He saw two of the team move closer, but nothing happened, other than Alicia leaving the stage smiling and waving to people.
“Thank you,” she said, sitting down.
“No. Thank you. You were amazing.”
“That’s one of my favorite songs. It’s a love song, and yet there is a loneliness there I can identify with.”
“You don’t have to be lonely, baby girl. Talk to me.”
She shook her head and drained her IPA. She seemed a little light-headed. Not outright drunk, but a little buzzed. “No. I’m tired; I’d like to go home, but then I remember I don’t have a home anymore.”
He led her through the crowd. The confident woman who had left the stage now sought shelter under his arm, her arms wrapped around him and allowing him to fend off would-be fans.
It was really the first time she’d said anything about the studio apartment that her psycho ex, if that’s what he truly was—Brock was beginning to doubt that—had destroyed. She didn’t seem overly attached to it, and he made a mental note to have Seth try to trace how long she’d been there.
He helped her into the Range Rover, smiling as she put on the seat belt without being reminded.
“About you not having a home. You’re right that psycho destroyed it, but he can’t destroy mine. So, I do have a home, and you will always be welcome there,” he said softly.
“Will I?” she asked. “I wonder…”
“About what?”
“About whether when this is over—however that happens—if you’ll still feel the same.”
“You don’t need to wonder, Alicia. You will always be safe with me. Always.”
“I know you believe that, but my experience with ‘always’ usually isn’t.”
He pulled into the garage. He turned off the vehicle and turned to her. “Obviously I don’t know everything that’s going on with you. You need to know that normally Cerberus will not take on a case unless the client gives full disclosure. We’re here for you because we consider you to be part of the family, and we protect and care for family. When you’re ready to tell us what’s really going on, we’ll fix whatever it is.”
She looked down at her hands which were clasped and in her lap. “Is it just ‘us?’ When you call me ‘baby girl,’ is it you, or the team?”
He chuckled softly, taking her chin in his hand and making her look at him. “Baby girl, there is no one else at Cerberus who is going to call you that. And for the record, I’ve never called anyone at Cerberus or anywhere else by that name.”
“What about the subs you discipline and play with?”
“Princess or brat if they’re acting out. Good girl, if they aren’t. A session usually starts with one of the first two and ends with the last one. Come on, let’s go inside.”
He opened her door and led her inside. They’d barely made it inside the door when she turned and wrapped her arms around him, lifting her face to his for a kiss. Lifting her up, he didn’t even have to tell her to wrap her legs around his waist. He locked his hands under her ass to support her and moved to one of the two large wingbacks.
Settling her on his lap, Brock moved his hand from her knee up her thigh, trailing his fingers and feeling the rough denim, until he encountered a hole or a shredded section. Alicia hitched her breath as she leaned her head so that it drifted down to his shoulder. He slid his hand up along her torso, tugging the tank top out of her jeans, unbuttoning the top button and sliding the zipper down.
His hand moved under the tank to come up and palm her breast over the lacy bra she was wearing. Her nipples perked up and hardened immediately, and he was pretty sure he could smell an uptick in her arousal. In fact, he was even more sure if the two of them hadn’t both been wearing jeans and underwear of some sort, he would have felt a telltale wetness leaking from her pussy. When she moaned and didn’t move away, Brock let his fingers trail down to the elastic of her panties.
“I’m going to put my hand in your panties and touch you in a way I’ve been wanting to for a long, long time, baby girl.”
“Where is that?” she asked in a sultry tone.
He grinned. “All the princess parts you keep hidden from the world, even when you’re Sonata Royale. I’m going to find your clit and then I’m going to tease and tug on it until you decide that keeping secrets from Daddy is a bad idea. Spread your legs, baby girl.”
She snuggled closer and did as he asked. His hand moved between the lace-trimmed panties and her soft skin. He moved his hand down and found her clit was engorged and begging to be pleasured.
“Why does this feel so good?” she murmured.
“Because you know you’re safe. Because whatever it is that has frightened you can’t get you here. You can just take refuge in me and let me pleasure you. You can let me have control. I’ll bet you haven’t felt safe enough to do that in…”
