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I moan loudly, opening my eyes to find his, a whirlwind of trees, mountains and scenery from the park flashing by. Finally, my eyes meet his, and the darkness within his irises while he watches me brings me to the edge. He shoves his fingers down to the knuckle and I grip them. My orgasm rocks through me like nothing I have ever felt in my life.
“Good girl, you are so fucking beautiful.” He removes his fingers from me and I watch him, thinking he is going to wipe them on his jeans, the coaster still knocking us around. I gasp when I see him close his eyes and smell them. “Mmmm, you smell so fucking sweet, Angel.” Then he puts them in his mouth, sucking my juices off his fingers. My eyes widen as he slides them out slowly. “Taste sweet, too,” he smirks. “I told you I would make this the best night of your life.”
He is so fucking right. This is absolutely the best night of my life. We spend the rest of the time riding every single ride here and playing every game. His treat.
I think I could get used to being his.
30
ALEX
The last few weeks have blown by in a blur. It’s as if I’ve been driving full speed on this racetrack called life and the world outside is either standing still or following suit. Kohen has been the sweetest through all my mood swings and I couldn’t like him more than I already do. Aunt Flow is currently visiting, and it feels like somebody is repeatedly stabbing my uterus with a knife. He’s supposed to come over tonight so we can snack and watch tv. I refuse to say Netflix and chill, which Kohen constantly teases me about.
I expected him to disappear while I had my period, but like every other time, he proves me wrong. Just like every other time I refuse to believe he is this good. There has to be something, right? For now, I’ve stopped looking because I’m enjoying the now. I still can’t even believe I’m saying this. Subconsciously, I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I like him- a lot- but my heart remains locked away, and the key has been swallowed by the beast inside my soul. Not letting anything or anyone close enough to break it further. To be honest, it isn’t even a whole heart. Only shattered pieces reside in its place. Does a shattered heart still beat? I guess we will find out.
My phone pings.
Kohen: I can’t wait to see you, Angel.
Me: me too, see you soon
Kohen: I got all the goods, but I can’t find those galaxy cubes you keep asking for anywhere.
Me: ugh it’s okay. I know they are a pain in the ass to find, thanks.
I silence my phone as I enter the dance studio. I haven’t told Kohen I dance yet. I don’t tell many people. Sometimes the goal to be a dancer seems far-fetched. I love all types of dance. Salsa, cumbias, line dancing, ballet, everything. My favorite is freestyle, though. I like hip hop but there's just something about sensual dancing. It's empowering to dress sexy and wear some heels. I love seeing women build their self-esteem and confidence while taking the classes. Expressing your individuality through art, with your body… It’s sexy as fuck. I’m thicker so I get all the eyes on me from people assuming I can’t go as hard as they do. Shit, I go harder. Dance runs through me, like blood runs through my veins.
Dance isn’t a realistic career goal, but I love it. I put my heels on over my fishnet covered feet and look around to see if anyone is here yet. To my surprise, it's empty. The mirror lined walls reflect the broken doll back to me. She is beautiful but broken. I turn to look at my ass and it looks amazing, if I do say so myself. My black daisy dukes hug every curve. The fishnet hose comes up to my curvy waist and meets the edge of my black crop top.
I grab the remote from the table and press play. “Under the Influence” by Chris Brown blasts through the speakers. I place the remote back down and begin to sway to the music, my hips winding back and forth like a boat sailing through a stormy ocean. My arms lift and hit each beat and then I run them down my breast and abdomen until I’m bent over and reach my toes. I drop down to the floor, on my hands and knees crawling toward the mirror slowly. My hair is a disheveled mess but damn I feel sexy. I roll my body, face down ass up until my body is upright and I’m on my knees. I run my hands through my long hair as I bounce up and down on my knees to the beat. In one swift motion, I pop up to my feet and walk away from the mirror as if I’m a model on a runway. I see some of the girls from class watching and recording. I don't mind it, I'm not shy.
One of the guys from the hip hop class walks by and pauses to watch. He leans against the door frame, a smirk playing on his lips. I’ll admit before I met Kohen, I had a huge crush on him. I only wanted to fuck, though. Nothing serious for me.
I whip my hair around and my body follows to face the mirror again. To my surprise, right as I sway my hip to the right, a large hand splays across my abdomen and the crowd roars. His body moves in a rhythmic sync to mine. My core clenches and guilt makes my stomach flip flop. We continue to mirror each other's freestyle motions. It’s as if it’s something we’ve choreographed, the guilty thoughts run rampant in my head. Why the fuck should I feel guilty? The dancers hands are in my hair and I roll my head, following his lead. I love a man who can dance. We move like we’re one person, a battle we are both winning. He runs his hands gently over my ass as we spin slowly and he’s behind me. My body follows his, so I bend forward as his hand runs down my spine. I drop to the floor again and the music cuts suddenly.
I look up to the place on the table where I left the remote and see the last person I ever thought would show up here. Kohen.
Kohen
My chest is fucking heaving, my heart beating so fucking hard. What the fuck is Alex doing here, and why the fuck is she dressed like that? Is she in dance? Why wouldn’t she tell me? Goddamn, I thought I had made leeway with her. I've shown her in almost every way possible that she can’t do much to push me away, and she’s tried. Fuck me, has she tried.
His hands on her body, the way her body is moving…this looks a lot like the way we fuck. So whatthe fuck-is she fucking him, too? I want to fucking kill him. I watch as they move in sync, like they belong together. My hands are balled into fists and I’m shaking. I can’t move, don't want to move, because if I do, I’m yanking her right out of this little shrimp's arms. He’s muscular for a dancer but he’s nowhere near as tall or as athletic as me. Definitely not as handsome. So, what the fuck is she doing?
His hand grazes over her plump ass and I lose it.That's it.I make my way to the table where I noticed the remote is sitting. I see his hand trace down her spine. Mine. That's the only thought that comes to my mind. The crowd is radiating energy for them, shouting, and cheering for the couple on the dance floor. Only they aren’t a couple, that's MY girl. I hit the power button on the remote and silence consumes the room. Her head pops up in my direction and her eyes widen in shock. That's right, Angel, I’m here.
“What the fuck are you doing with your hands on MY girl?” I growl as I stalk toward them.
“My bad, bro. I thought she was single, we were just dancing.” He looks afraid. Good.
“Kohen, what's wrong? We were just dancing.” She walks away from me and grabs a towel from the shelf, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
“I dont give a fuck, it looked like you were practically fucking. Is this what you do when your phone is ondo not disturb?You meet this little pussy bitch to dance and then what? Fuck?”
“It’s not like that.” She rolls her eyes and gathers her shit. I step directly in front of her, she needs to answer this. I can see her evading the situation mentally and I’m not having it.
“Hey, bro, back the fuck up. We don’t fuck, I don’t even know her name.” Oh, pussy bitch thinks he can speak.
I walk right up to him and before he knows what to do, my fist is in his face. His hands go to his nose, and he cries out. “What the fuck, bro?!”
