“Maevyn has a daughter. And I know she’s got a complicated past that she hasn’t let me all the way into yet. I… I care about them both enough to let this play out slowly.”
It’s not easy, though. With every passing day, my world is pulled tighter into their orbit. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to not have the sun rise and set to thoughts of Maevyn.
“You coming home later?” Callie groans as she steps off the chair and shuffles to the lounge room, dropping onto the sofa as she turns on the TV. Patch jumps up to join her a few seconds later.
“Probably not.” I shrug, making her chuckle.
“Your slow and steady approach could use some work. But, I’m happy for you.”
I smile. “You know where to find me if you need anything,” I call as I head to the front door.
“I’m going to bed in a second anyway. Turns out working and growing a baby is essentially two jobs.”
I pause with a hand on the front door knob. “You’re still okay working with Lee?”
Callie adjusts the pillow behind her. “Yeah, it’s good. Way more interesting than that tattoo shop. I kinda like seeing all the construction stuff, all the before and afters.”
“Good.” I nod. “I’m glad.”
“Me too. Now get out of here. Your desperation to see your girlfriend is grossing me out.”
I bark out a laugh. “Fine, goodnight!” I flick the lock and pull the door shut behind me.
I texted her when I was leaving classes earlier, but she hasn’t responded. I assume she’s gotten distracted by a TV show with Aurora; they love to find old shows to get lost in.
When I reach her door, I can hear a muffled beat coming through it. I have to knock a few times before the music pauses, then a puffing and sweat-soaked Maevyn stands on the other side of the door.
“Hey,” she huffs.
Blood drains from every vein and promptly shoots south as my eyes drink her in. Tiny black shorts—that I’m not even sure could be called that—hug her hips and rise high on her thighs. A white sports bra, held up by nothing more than sheer will, has her breasts pulled tight, heaving over the low neckline.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my tongue practically falling out of my mouth.
“I was working on a new routine.” She unlocks the security door and pushes it open, letting me inside.
“No TV tonight?” I walk around her, slowly raking my eyes up and down her curves.
“Aurora’s sleeping at Ever’s tonight. They have an early morning start for an excursion.”
My hand reaches out, aching to touch her skin, when my mind catches up to her words. “Wait. Aurora’s not home?”
Maevyn snatches my hand with a smirk and leads me into the room off the front hallway.
“No,” she throws over her shoulder.
I don’t know how she can make sex, sin, and pure deviance ooze from a single syllable, but as she drags a chair from the corner of the room to behind the pole mounted in the centre, somehow, she does.
She pushes me into the chair, then slowly spins and walks over to the shelves against the wall. Sultry music fills the room, hypnotising my senses to the point where all I can see and smell is Maevyn.
Her hands glide up her body as she rolls her hips, and she saunters back over to me.
“Are you gonna dance for me, Trickster?”
She stands to the side of the pole and sweeps one arm up to the rhythm of the music until it grips the bar above her head. Her back arches, and her arse presses into the pole, one leg slightly bent as the other stretches out long and graceful.
I’m already hypnotised by the sight, and all she’s doing is standing there, wielding her body with the grace of a ballerina and the promise of a storm.
Her body ripples up against the pole, pushing away before she turns, spinning around the metal. Her legs follow her body, elongating every curve, and then she’s upside down. Feet in simple, black heels point to the ceiling, before they fold behind and she floats to the ground. Knees bent and legs open wide enough to perfectly accommodate my head between them, she performs some fancy little footwork, then spins on the floor, bringing the pole back between her legs. She grips it with one hand, then arches back, her toned thighs gripping the pole, bringing her body in to coil tightly around it, then she’s upside down, and flipping over herself.
