Cracking Skulls

Calder

 

 

 

THAT MADE THREE DAMN dances in a row between Reggie and Bunyan. Hell yes, I was keeping count. As soon as she’d sauntered over to Cross and he guided her onto the dancefloor, I’d been watching her like a hawk.

First Cross, then Buckley. One dance each. But Bunyan was another story, and they just kept on a’dancin’. Her smiling and laughing, him grinning and flirting. Good thing he kept his hands well away from the T & A zone, or I’d have to break them off at the wrists. And that’d be the end of Big Man Bunyan’s NFL career.

I took another gulp of ice cold water then crunched through a couple of cubes with my teeth. Brooks appeared in front of me, and I almost knocked him aside to regain my view of Reggie.

“What’s up, my man?” Brooklyn slid to the side.

“Nothin’.” I chewed out the words like I’d chewed up the ice.

But I straightened up a little more when Bunyan twirled Reggie the full length of his arm. That damn shirt I’d bought her. Her nipples were hard. Better be because of the A/C.

Brooks rubbed a hand over his beard, and I could feel him squinting at me. “Is that why it looks like you’re about to go nuclear?”

“I’m perfectly goddamn calm.” I slammed the glass down as Reggie tossed her head back, all those soft silky brown curls almost reaching Bunyan’s hand at her waist.

“Obviously.”

“I’m kinda busy here.”

“Mm hmm. Real busy. Glaring. I can see that. But I don’t think Reggie gives a shit.”

“Fine. I don’t like the way Bunyan’s all over her.” I snarled.

“Looks pretty tame to me.” Brooks took a swig of his beer.

“Bullshit. Bunyan’s maybe not a player, but anyone with two eyes and half a brain can figure out he’s into her.”

“Then why don’t you cut in if you wanna dance with her so much?”

I spun my glare on him, but Brooks didn’t flinch. He merely shrugged and went back to his beer.

“Fuck it.” Heading off across the floor, I tried to take measured easy strides.

Prowling anger lengthened my steps. My jaw was tight. My muscles bunched. I didn’t want Reggie dancing with anyone else for the rest of the night.

I blew out a deep breath before approaching her and Bunyan, the depth of my blood-red jealousy making me feel too reckless.

I clapped a hand on Bunyan’s shoulder . . . instead of punching him in the smiling face.

He looked over at me. “Hey, dude. We were just talking about that killer play you called.”

Some of my anger cooled, but I still wanted his hands off Reggie’s body pronto.

I glanced at Reggie. “I believe you owe me a dance.” I’d reached the limit of my patience with all the laughing and flirting and groping.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She turned to Bunyan. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not if I can claim you for one more later.” He lifted her hand to his mouth while I gritted my teeth.

“He’s not gonna claim you for anything,” I muttered while I led her into a dance.

“What was that?”

“Nothin’.” I cinched her to me, tighter than I would’ve deemed acceptable with any other man.

The song was sizzlingly slow. Reggie felt incredibly good. Soft against my hardness. And I was fucking hard as a baseball bat.

I was angry. Hot for her. Especially feeling her in my arms exactly where she should always be. Her hands roamed over my back, her tits rubbed against my chest, and my cock nestled against her belly.

“You’re pissed?” She lifted dark and dilated eyes to mine.

Tucking a hand under her hair, at the nape of her neck, I tipped her face further back. “Why would I be pissed off?”

“You think I was trying to make you jealous.”

“Weren’t you?” Our bodies brushed together, the heat amplifying.

“I just wanted to dance. You were otherwise occupied.” A hard light entered her irises.

“Already told you there’s nothing between Raquel and me.”

She snorted. “And you think there’s something between me and men I hardly know because of a few harmless dances?”

Tightening my hold on her, I listened to her sharp gasp when my hard-on dragged even more powerfully against her. “It’s not harmless when it makes me feel—”

Her fingers curled around the side of my neck, her thumb rubbing the heavy stubble and nearly tearing a groan from my throat. “Feel what?”

My grip shifted and I lowered my mouth to her ear, growling out, “I just wanna make sure every other guy in here knows the deal.”

“What deal is that?”

“That I’ll bury any man six feet under for daring to touch you the way I want to.” The words rumbled harsh and fast before I could rethink them.

Shock hit us both at the same time. Six feet under.

I loosened my hands, stumbling back. “Jesus Christ, Reggie I didn’t mean that.”

“Yes, you did.” She gripped my wrist. “But you’d never have said those words about Chris.”

“How do you know that?” I barked out, spinning away.

“Don’t you dare turn away from me again. Look at me.”

I pivoted back to her, and she placed her hands against my chest.

Her voice hushed. “You were only ever a loving brother. And loving me now the way you want to—the way we both want you to—isn’t being disloyal to Chris.”

Around us, the partygoers sang, danced, chanted, drank. But between Reggie and me, there was a quiet, contained bubble as the past, the barriers, the pain, the shame disintegrated with those words.

She watched me while I blinked, drawing her back against me.

“You have to let this go, Calder,” she whispered.

I nodded. Swallowed. Tried to control my ragged breaths.

“I need to be alone with you.” My voice so deep, it sounded gravelly.

“Then take me home.”

****

The drive to my house was tense. We didn’t touch. Didn’t talk. We didn’t look at one another. Combustible chemistry coalesced between us, set to explode.

Reggie laughed with a whoop when I swung her out of my truck then rushed up the porch with her in my arms. Inside, I kicked the door shut then backed her against the wall.

I wanted all of her at once.

I wanted to take my time so our first time never ended.

Reggie held the back of my head, moaning, when I kissed the warm length of her neck. I tongued her lightly then started nibbling on her earlobe, teasing against the earring, sucking and licking.

My hands lifted to her tits.

I wanted to shred her shirt open.

Wanted her to strip for me.

Wanted to open each button with my teeth so my mouth just barely brushed against her skin.

I weighed the soft mounds before closing my fingertips in to toy with the swollen crowns.

“Not so fast.” Although her back arched and her body swayed and her voice was nearly lost on a whimper, she pushed me away. “Who said I was going to let you fuck me?”

“You’re a tease.” I leaned back, breathing like I’d just pancaked a defensive lineman.

“Only for you.” She slid from between the wall and me. “Now . . . how about instead of you reenacting that cheerleader dance, I dance for you. Just you.” She drew my mouth down to hers.

The hot latch of her lips and the soft curl of her tongue in my mouth drove all other thoughts from my mind and every ounce of remaining blood in my body to my cock.

She pulled back with a soft, wet, loud suck of my bottom lip and asked, “Would that make you feel better.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Yes. I nodded like I couldn’t find my voice. Which I couldn’t. It was with all the blood in my cock.

Taking my hand, she led me into the living room. Seated me in the middle of the couch.

She stood in front of me, her hips swiveling back and forth as if music already played.

“One problem, I don't have any of my costumes. What should I wear?”

“Anything.” I spread my thighs wide. Had to. My dick was trying to travel down the inside of my jeans. “Nothing.”

With her hands braced on my shoulders, she dipped those gorgeous tits so near my face I salivated for a taste.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Her tongue dragged along my neck.

I grunted in agreement, somehow knowing she wanted me to keep my hands at my sides.

My fingers balled.

“Would my bra and panties work for you?”

I swallowed thickly, staring at the jutting orbs hanging in my face, the delicate outline of her nipples definitely defined through the shirt. “Please.”

Yanking my head back by a grip in my short hair, she brought my gaze to hers. “Such good manners.”

“You’re only gonna get away with bossing me around so much, Reggie. You better watch it.”

She backed off and started slipping buttons free on her shirt. “No. You better watch it.”

I growled, my thighs flexing, my cock almost vibrating it throbbed so hard.

Without the benefit of any music, Reggie stripped right in front of me. She unbuttoned the top enough it hung open when she slowly lowered her hands to remove boots and socks.

Gotta love a truly flexible woman. Holy shit. And those tits. My eyes almost dried up from staring so long.

Pivoting on one foot, my sexy little dancer woman tugged her shirt free of the jeans. With each lower button undone, the cream silk slipped farther and farther down her tantalizing back.

And I was sweating, motherfucking panting, about to have a heart attack.

The top fluttered to the floor. Reggie turned in silhouette. That bra was white lace and nearly completely see-through. Couldn’t wait to see the panties. With a coy smile, she flicked open the button on her black jeans. The zipper stuttered down. Slowly.

My head fell back against the couch, and I was about to rip cushions apart with my hands.

Her hips swishing back and forth, still in profile, she tugged the jeans down and off, bending at a perfect angle.

When she stood, she arched her spine. Dragged her hands down over her tits and hips.

I leaned forward, ready to rush her to get at all that flesh. Fuck me. She was wearing another thong because the whole crescent of one ass cheek in side view teased me.

“Show me.” Nostrils flaring. “Reggie, sweetheart. I’ll fucking beg if you want.”

Hair swinging over her shoulder, she finally looked at me. “I don’t want you to beg. Not yet, baby.”

Eyelashes fluttering down, she slowly swished around, her curvy hips leading the way.

She completed a sexy full spin then stopped right in front of me.

Jaw-dropping, cock-popping, fully feminine and fit body.

I held onto the couch, the only thing restraining me from pouncing on her the promise of more.

The thong matched the bra, and her firm round ass all but swallowed the tiny strip between her cleft cheeks. The swell of her hips, the indent of her waist, the tautness of her tummy, the spill of her tits in the bra . . .

I reached out, never leaving my seat.

She danced back with a smoky laugh, heading to the iPhone dock.

And I drooled some more at the perfect vision of legs and ass and shoulders—long, long curls streaming down her back.

After she hit a button on the dock, the music started, and she spun with it. The song had a deep throbbing beat—like my dick practically ripping right through my jeans. And she hit that tempo with a tight little walk coupled with a wide swing of her hips toward me.

I recognized the music.

“‘Greenback Boogie’? Really?” But my voice was husky, and my fingers convulsed.

My chest tensed, and my cock spurted precome.

Gyrating in a sexy circle just beyond my reach, she flipped all that beautiful brown hair over her shoulders.

“Mmm. Well, we are in South Carolina. And for when I have to do pole dancing to make some money.”

Aaaand my cock lurched.

My hands drifted toward her, but she tsked me.

“That’ll never happen,” I gritted out.

When the rhythm picked up, Reggie swung her hair and hips, teasing one bra strap off her shoulder until a nipple nearly appeared. Then she leaned back, ample breasts bouncing with every gritty hot grind of her ass and pelvis and . . . God, I wanted her cunt impaled on me right now.

“I don't think I want you dancing for other men anymore.” Fiery possession lit my veins.

With every cock-quaking move she was making me crazy. I was about to start rutting against thin air . . .

Every motion sinuous. Tantalizing. Perfectly in time with the song I barely heard anymore because what little blood hadn’t pumped to my dick already rushed to my ears.

I’d seen Reggie on stage and . . . fuck, flexi much? I didn’t understand how she could arch so far back, but I sure as hell planned on testing out her limberness soon.

Very fucking soon.

“It’s not like that.” She hipped close, shoulders back, tits out. “It’s just performance.”

“Bullshit it’s not.” I’d never been so turned on in my life.

I wanted to drag her to the floor then bang her right through it.

Reggie’s eyes drifted to my groin. The shape of my achingly restrained erection a barrel in the jeans.

“Ooh. Did you always get hot for me when you came to my shows?”

“Yes.” I was about to grab her when she danced away.

Tight undulations dropped her ass to the floor between the legs she spread. Fuck, she looked tight everywhere. And a damp spot appeared in the tiny triangle of her thong.

“I never let myself jack off about you, though. Thought it was showing some sort of respect,” I admitted, my voice straining as much as my dick.

I needed the taste of her on my mouth again.

She slowly undulated forward. Leaning over, her fingers walked up the insides of my spread thighs. She stopped just short of touching the bulging head of my erection.

Jerking toward her, I latched my mouth onto one heavy tit, quickly lashing my tongue at her nipple.

She let me nurse at her for a moment before withdrawing. As she glided out of reach with a hip swiveling ass shake, her fingers brushed against the hardened pole of my cock.

I hit my head against the back of the couch again.

“Have you jerked off that incredible piece of meat about me since I've been here?” She bit her lip.

Her obscene words nearly made me come then and there.

“Wanted to.” I pumped my groin up. “Couldn’t.”

“Show me now how you would’ve done it.” A wicked spark gleamed in her eyes.

A heavy groan thundered from my chest.

My hand went for my buckle.