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Bobby
Beauty and Grace
Afew Sunday mornings later, I walk into the kitchen in search of my missing girlfriend, only to come to a screeching stop when I find her dancing in her short-shorts and shimmying her hips, while she listens to music through her earphones, starts the coffee machine, and unloads the dishwasher between each bounce of her seductive hips.
Jack stayed at his friend’s house last night, which means I had her all to myself… And it seems like my weekend isn’t over. Only an idiot would interrupt this show, and I’m in no way an idiot, so I lean against the doorframe with my arms crossed and my eyes glued to her ass, and I watch my girl shake her sinful hips.
This is our last free day before I officially start training for my fight. With eight weeks to go, tomorrow indicates the first set of group classes I drop, and my brothers start their rotating schedules to work with me and keep the gym up and running so smoothly, our clients won’t even realize I slowed down.
The guy I’m fighting, Tony Thomlassen, isn’t fresh to the fight scene. He’s a BJJ black belt and a several time national champion, so it’s not like I can just walk out there and expect the belt to be handed to me.
Kit’s long tan legs flex and stretch as she bops around and places cups in a high cupboard. She hums a tune I don’t recognize, swaying hips that I definitely know every inch of. I walk to her, lining my cock up as she bends over the dishwasher, and smirk when she squeals and jumps into the air.
Her back hits my chest in an instant, but her racing pulse turns to something else as she relaxes against me and our hips start swaying to the same melody. She lifts her arms and wraps them around the back of my neck, turns her head to catch my eyes, and rewards me with a glimpse of her beautiful dimples.
Leaning in, I pull the cord to her pink headphones out with my teeth, drop it over her shoulder, and dive back in to nibble her earlobe.
She purrs as my hands roam her stomach. I love when she purrs. “That feels so good.”
“What are you listening to?”
I’ve asked this question a hundred times before. She wasn’t kidding when she told me she likes everything, nor is this the first time I’ve walked in on her dancing when she thought no one was around. Her answers are always as surprising as she; from the Goo Goo Dolls one day, to The Eagles the next. Nelly, Run DMC, Miley Cyrus, Elton John, even Irish rock and Justin Bieber have gotten a mention. Then there was the time she was listening to the soundtrack from the Beauty and the Beast movie.
“Lila Royale.” She arches her neck for better access. “Shaker.”
“Mmm, so that explains the hips.”
She flutters her lashes unapologetically. “You were watching me?”
“Uh-huh. Feel free to dance for me anytime, baby. Sexiest thing I ever saw.”
She doesn’t answer me verbally, instead chooses to nod her head and sway as I work my way down her neck and shoulders.
“Why are you already up? I missed you in bed.”
“Couldn’t sleep. I was going to bring you some coffee.” She nods at the empty mugs she’d left sitting beside the dripping pot.
“You don’t have to do that.” Though I feel like a damn king every time she does.
“I know. I wanted to.” Her nails make their way into my hair and send tingles right down to my toes. “I enjoy making you happy.”
The long jewelry box I have tucked into my back pocket burns through my jeans.
It took me weeks to find the right gift.
It had to be special. It had to be exactly right.
It had to be uniquely her.
Scouring stores between here and the city whenever I could duck away without her noticing, it wasn’t until I was walking past an old shop in an off street leading away from Main that I happened across the perfect thing.
Worse yet, it was Jim who noticed it before me. And he knows it. Smug bastard. I knew as soon as he pointed it out that it was what I was looking for, so I ran my excited ass into the store and came out to Jim busting my balls about being whipped.
“You make me happy all the time.” I run my hands along her ribs, and my lips along her shoulder.Lord have mercy, don’t let her bite my head off for this.“Listen… I got you something.”
I hate that she instantly tenses. I know she’s a proud woman, but damn, let me buy the girl something pretty. I reach into my back pocket and pull out the box, and while I remain behind her – because I don’t want to see her face if she rejects me – I bring the gift in front of us.
