AllFreeNovel
Share Us
TARA
It was after midnight, but that was fine. I was in the room I’d come to with Andre, who was long gone. The poor guy couldn’t get out fast enough, although he did whisper a thank you to me as he left. Johnny had tested me, the only problem was, I’d known it for what it was the moment he’d set the test.
What I’d said was true, I ached to be touched, to be fucked, but only one man could satisfy me, no matter how much he might doubt himself. I’d spend eternity proving that to him if I had to. All those weeks ago, I’d been afraid he’d send me back into a downward spiral. Now, I didn’t want to be anywhere but with him. He had nothing at all to worry about.
Nothing at all.
He’d sent me a message to tell me to stay at the club tonight, something he’d done before while he was out of town. He slept better knowing I was safe with his club than on my own. I didn’t mind it because it meant he cared. This relationship might be going somewhere, I’d decided. If he cared enough to find out if I was faithful, a trick that would be petty from anyone else, then he wanted to have her with him for a long time.
Of course, I was no expert on romantic relationships, but I’d learned a few things about Johnny Baker in the last few weeks. He didn’t trust easily. At the same time, he made me feel like a queen by listening when I talked, telling me how smart I was, and he never missed an opportunity to tell me hot I was. And he encouraged me when I said I wanted to do something, in or out of the bedroom.
He’d loved the snapshots I’d sent him of me getting frisky with myself in the dressing room of an adult store I’d visited to buy some lingerie, and the ones I’d sent from me performing at work. The chair dance that turned into a lot more was a huge hit and I’d had to give some of my hard-earned money to Johnny to put in his safe for me. He’d had quite a few shots of those performances, taken by Ginger. I’d even got myself off in the back of the bus, while he watched, for him.
I’d done it all to please myself, but also so he would know while he was gone that I was all his. I’d had offers from hundreds of men since I’d started my new routine at the club, but nobody was him. Not a man alive could make me feel what he did, and that wouldn’t change because time passed us by and he was so creative, I doubted there’d ever be a boring moment for either of us.
And then there was the fact that I hadn’t thought about how long I’d been sober since I’d met him. It used to be that I’d wake up every morning, adding up the days, weeks, and months since I’d last got high. I didn’t care anymore, because I was happy. The last high hadn’t been worth remembering and the first one couldn’t compare to what he made me feel, even over the phone.
I smiled and scratched a leg under the covers on the bed. He’d be home soon, and he wouldn’t worry so much then. Turning off the lamp on the nightstand, I put a movie on but fell asleep before it finished, dreaming about the only man that could make me smile, even in my sleep.
I came awake the instant he touched me. Even in my sleep, I knew it was him. I sighed his name as his finger slid down my ass and up to my entrance, to open my legs to him. I’d gone to sleep naked, another habit I’d picked up since I’d started sleeping with him. I took him in on a breath of satisfaction, before I inhaled, his scent filling my head immediately. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Not as glad as I am, baby,” he groaned against the back of my neck, thrusting up into me from behind, spooning me against his body. “I missed you so much.”
“Not as much as I missed you,” I whispered to him, pulling his head around to mine for a kiss that I had to end because his fingers had found my clit and all I wanted to do was come around him. “Make me come, Johnny, please.”
“Gladly, Tara. I don’t want to do anything else,” he said against my neck, just before he bit down on that spot that made me lose my mind. “That’s it, Tara, come for me.”
I couldn’t do anything else, not when the world slipped away and there was nothing but the pleasure that came from the place where our bodies joined that would spark up into my brain at the same time. There were no fireworks or brightly colored lights, there was only blackness, peace, and intense pleasure that stole my breath away.
The world came flooding back all too soon the moment I took a breath, but Johnny was moving, over me now, driving into me hard and fast, as deep as he could go with each thrust, claiming my body and my soul at the same time.
“I’m yours,” I told him, meaning it.
“Always?” he asked on a strangled groan.
“Always, Johnny. Always yours. I promise,” I told him, digging my feet into the bed to match each of his thrusts, to let him take what he wanted of me. All of me, if that was what he wanted.
“Always,” he repeated just before he gave a quiet shout and went still. His fingers dug into my hips as he emptied himself into me, a pleasurable pain that I enjoyed.
Johnny teetered over as his body came back to planet Earth, and he groaned long and low.
“Welcome home, honey,” I said with a smile in the darkness, my hand in his.
“God, I needed that.”
“We both did,” I answered and curled into him. “So, how long before you can do it again?”
“You really are a little demon, sent to torture me to death.”
“Fucking is not torture, Johnny,” I protested with a laugh. “And I’m not a demon.”
“Oh, but you are, a naughty little demon that makes me come all over myself even when I shouldn’t be.” He slapped my ass, but it was a good burn. “I promised myself I’d spank you for that little display earlier this evening, but I’m too tired. I think I should expect a few speeding tickets in the mail soon. I’m fairly certain I blew right through a few speed cameras.”
“I’ll pay your fines, since you woke me up in such a nice way.” I promised, my hand over his flat abdomen. “But please don’t ever try to trick me like that again. Not because it’s mean, but because it means you don’t think you’re good enough.”
“What?” He pushed up in the bed, pushing a pillow behind his head.
“You think you aren’t good enough. It’s one of the reasons you like an audience,” I answered, sitting up and turning on the light on the nightstand. “You want to be admired. You want people to want to be you so you can prove to yourself you’re good enough.”
