A Winter's Date (3 page)

I can hear Noah chuckle, and I snap my head at him and glare. His hand squeezes my ass as we both watch her scramble to put her shoes on.

“Shit, maybe Coen needs to lay off for the next twenty-four hours. He’s still passed the hell out, isn’t he? You’ve fucked him into a coma,” Noah says, trying not to laugh.

I nudge him with my shoulder and nuzzle his neck, whispering, “I’m going to miss you tonight. Don’t study too hard because when I come home you’re going to cuddle with me and much, much more.”

“In that case, you better make sure you are warm and sweaty when you get back from practice.” Dillen groans at Noah’s words.

I smack his chest lightly before biting at his neck. “Behave,” I say, reluctantly getting off of his lap to grab my duffel bag, sighing loudly.

“Wish me luck, baby.” I lean over and kiss Noah quickly before walking over and yanking Dillen up off the floor. “Come on, lazy butt.”

“Good luck, beautiful. You too, Dillen,” Noah calls out before the door shuts, and Dillen starts whimpering in pain.

I all but drag her down the hallway to the elevators. “Honestly, Dill . . . you two should cool it.”

“But it feels so good during,” she whines as we get into her car and head out into the London traffic to get to the ballet studio.

I don’t have the heart to scold her anymore because I know exactly how she feels. I’m completely addicted to Noah, and I would never want her to tell me to stop. I don’t think I would be able to regardless: this addiction is here to stay. As we pull up to the studio and park, I find myself getting excited about the upcoming show. I close my eyes briefly and picture myself on stage as a clear white spotlight focuses on me, bringing my choreography to life.

There’s a lot of chatter and excitement when we make it into the studio, and I can hear Alexis’ voice ring clearly over the others.

“Little shit, I’m so glad you beat that whore and stole the solo from underneath her big feet,” Dillen says, giggling, as she plops down to put her pointe shoes on.

I grin devilishly and sit down to put mine on as well. “It did feel pretty good,” I whisper so only she can hear.

“I knew it,” she says too loudly, and before I know it, our conversation gets sideswiped by the crazy troll herself.

“Dillen, Heather . . . It’s nice to see you both. Oh Heather, if something happens to you from now until the show, Mistress Nadine is going to put me in, in place of you. I know all of the choreography . . . probably better than you do.” She smiles malevolently. “Please do tell Noah it was really sweet of him to take me out for coffee a few days ago while he waited for you to drag your non-existent ass out of the practice studio.”

My heart jumps into my throat, and I almost choke on it. I’m staring up at her, trying to keep my cool as I slip my pointe shoe on. “Excuse me?” I say, unable to believe what I’m hearing. My Noah? Took her out for coffee? No. Why? Jealousy surges through me, and my good mood evaporates instantly.

She rolls her eyes and peers down at me, speaking as if she holds some sort of authority over me. “I said, tell Noah thank you for taking me out for coffee. He was so, so sweet.”

“Back the hell off, you crazy bitch,” Dillen yells up at her. “Noah is obviously with Heather, so why don’t you take the fucking hint, and stop trying to stir up shit?”

My body shakes with this startling revelation: I’m so fucking angry.

I feel betrayed.

What in the hell was he thinking?

I stand up and grab Dillen’s arm. “Come on, Dill. Practice is starting.”

She pulls back and scolds me with her eyes. “You seriously believe her right now? When the fuck would Noah have time to see her skank-ass? Huh?
Never.
He’s so busy studying and the rest of his available time he spends working out or with you. Alexis—”

“What? I’m not intimidated by you,” Alexis spits out as she steps closer to Dillen.

I don’t even want to tell Dillen that he had plenty of time to go get coffee with her the other day while I was in the private studio with Mistress Cora. My practice session with her took up more time than I wanted, and I felt bad that he waited on me. Now I don’t know what I feel. I’m hurt. No, I’m way beyond hurt. I tug on her hand and start to walk away.

“She’s not worth it, Dill. Come on.”

Dillen reluctantly steps back with me but throws both of her hands up in the air, flipping Alexis off, and taunting her. “Fuck her,” she yells, and we move to the other side of the studio to continue to stretch.

“Heather, there’s no way in hell he took her out. He’s literally chased you around the world; why the hell would he just throw that away?”

I shrug as I stretch in silence. I’m blocking every emotion out right now.

“Fine. I’ll call him.” She flippantly reaches into her duffel and grabs her phone, quickly dialing.

I hear him answer, “Hey Dillen, is everything okay?”

I can’t hear his voice right now or I’ll break. I get up and walk over to the barre. I can hear Dillen as clear as day, though, as I’m sure everyone in the studio can.

“No. Listen, Alexis is causing shit again, and I’ve about had it with her exaggerated, confronting bitch-face. Heather’s upset, and you need to come and right this problem, like, now.” She goes quiet as she listens to him respond before replying to him.

“Crazy-feet told Heather that you took her out to get coffee this week, while Heather was in her private session.”

She goes quiet again, and I hate it.

“I can try; hold on.”

I’m watching her in the mirror as she gets up and marches over to me, shoving her phone in my face. “Talk to him,” she demands.

I stare her down before taking the phone.

Damn her
.

My voice is quiet when I speak. “Hello?”

“Hey baby.”

My entire body relaxes at the sound of his smoky, confident voice. Ugh, I hate that he has that effect on me when I’m trying to be mad at him.

“I love you. You do know that, right?”

I sigh and bite the inside of my cheek. “Yes.”

“Do you believe me when I say that I didn’t see her when I was waiting for you, let alone take her out? I would never hurt my beautiful girl like that.”

God, he makes it impossible to stay mad at him.

“Noah, I . . .”

“ . . . you love me, and you trust me. I didn’t take her out. Do you want me to come down there?” I can hear him moving around, and then I hear a set of keys jingling and Coen asking where he’s going, in the background.

“No. I’m okay now, Noah. Please stay at home. I believe you. Just finish studying, and be done by the time I get home. You promised you’d cuddle with me.”

“I know I did, but you mean the world to me. I can’t lose you over something some ex-girlfriend of mine said; you’re too damn important.”

“I’m not leaving you. Now go study.”

He sighs, and I hear him put the keys down on the countertop. “All right. I’ll be ready for you when you get home. Have a good practice.”

“Thank you, I will.”

“Goodbye, baby,” he says before we hang up.

Dillen is still standing behind me with her hands on her hips. “I told you he loves you, little shit. Now get a grip and don’t let that skank fuck with your relationship.”

I nod and hand her the cell phone back—I hate it when she’s right. “Okay, okay.”

“That’s what I thought.” She reaches over and puts the phone back into her duffel, and we finish warming up as Mistress Nadine walks into the studio, clapping her hands loudly to get everyone’s attention as practice begins.

When I get back to the apartment with Dillen, he’s waiting for me just as he promised. I haven’t showered and I’m sure I look like a hot, sweaty mess. He’s on his feet as soon as he sees me walk through the front door, when he smacks my ass playfully before picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

“Noah!”

“Fuck, I missed you. You better be warmed up for me because the only thing I’m studying tonight is this beautiful naked body of yours,” he says confidently as he whisks me into my bedroom, shutting the door quickly behind us. I take this golden opportunity to stare at his gorgeous butt and whack it a few times.

He gently tosses me onto the bed then runs his hands up my thighs as he hisses through his teeth, causing me to giggle.

“Damn, I love the sound of that,” he says before his teeth find the inside of my thigh. He bites down and breathes in my scent through my tights; I’m needy and all too hot already. The sexual attraction between us is astounding—I can’t get enough of him.

I gaze up at him, my cheeks already burning red from my unasked question. “I want you inside of me, but not in here. Will you fuck me in another room tonight?”

“There’s that filthy mouth that I love,” he says, cocking his eyebrow up at me, “and that’s five dollars in the swear jar, little miss. I wouldn’t mind taking you in another room, but what about Dillen and Coen?”

I moan with the sudden rip of my tights; he’s pulling on the fragile material until he has exposed enough of my lower body to satisfy him.

“I think they are going out.”

I can’t breathe as his hands wildly strip me until I’m lying naked in front of him, my breasts painfully heavy. I bite the inside of my cheek when he pulls his shirt off—it’s apparent he’s been running recently by the sheen of perspiration that jackets his divine body. I lean forward and scoot up the bed as he takes off his sweat pants and boxer briefs. What springs free is monstrous and stiff and in need of me, in need of my body.

He follows me up the bed, looking like a predator stalking his prey.
Mmm
, I think, he can eat me whenever he wants me.

“If they are leaving tonight, I’m fucking you on every surface of this apartment. Then when we’re done, I want you naked in my arms, trying desperately to catch your breath.”

“That sounds so good . . .” I respond breathlessly.

“Tell me what you thought when you first felt my cock in your hands, Heather.”

His full lips graze my earlobe, and I can feel his storm brewing, and before I am able to speak, he’s moving lower, teasing my neck with his tongue. Tasting me.

“Your mouth watered when you felt how big my dick was . . . didn’t it?” he asks, and I gasp when I feel his teeth sink into my neck. He’s biting at my collarbone, and I can now feel my arousal drip from between my legs, trickling further down to my ass. I’m squirming beneath him, willing him silently to say more. His deep, sexy voice speaking these erotic words will be my undoing. He grinds his hips seductively against my body, and I can feel every hard inch of him.
Oh my God . . . he isn’t even inside me, and I’m about to come.

“Tell me, Heather.” His tongue flicks against my peaked nipple, and then he nips along the taut skin over my ribs, causing my hips to jerk. “I want to hear that dirty little mouth of yours say it. Tell me how fucking full you feel when I bury my dick inside that hot little pussy of yours.”

I swear to God, I’m dripping like a faucet now. I can’t even speak. My clit is throbbing beneath its hood, and I will shatter if he touches me there.

I’m aching, and I need to feel him—I can’t take this internal throbbing any longer. “Noah, please . . .”

“Begging now, huh?”

He rolls me onto my stomach, and I push up on my hands, so he has the perfect view of my butt. His hands move all over my backside as he kneels up on the bed, positioning himself to drive into me.

When it comes to this man, I can’t manage my feelings—I lose every ounce of control I have over myself.

“Tell me how bad you want me, Heather.”

Oh God, he sounds so sexy when he’s taunting me. “I want to feel you . . . please don’t make me wait any longer.”

I’m watching him as his chest heaves, and he sinks the head of his throbbing cock into me, “Noah. .!”

“I’m going to give it to you just like you wanted it. You’ll be able to feel every fucking inch of me.” He’s slowly pushing into me, one inconceivable inch at a time. I need him harder and faster than what he’s giving me, though.

“Baby . . . please, I need it harder.”

“You do, huh?”

With that, he thrusts his full length into me without holding back. I can hear him breathing through his teeth as he starts a slow, painstaking process of pulling out of me and then slamming his immense cock into me repeatedly, until my tight grip on him gives a little. I don’t think he can concentrate if he hasn’t stretched me first—I’m too tight. I love it, though, and tomorrow, after the show, I’m going to be the one on top, deciding the depth and pace of the moment while my body stiffens and he drives me to the edge of eruption.

I’m brought back into the moment as his long, swift thrusts become deeper, heavier, and full of lust. He’s almost frantic as my walls tighten around him when he rotates his hips.

The bastard.

“Do you like that, Heather? Can you feel how fucking deep I am?”

“Oh yes . . . just like that.” I push back on him as he pushes forward, sending him so unbelievably deep. A twinge of pain peels through my body, but I decide to ignore it and relish this body-shattering delight that is my boyfriend.

My limbs are already shaking as I lower my chest to the bed. He’s taking me from behind, exactly how he wants it. He rarely loses himself, and it excites me when he does.