Dance Like Nobody's Watching (6 page)

“You get this kind of thing a lot?”

Sherrie smiled, touched rather than annoyed by his naivety. Not
everyone was as kind as he was. “It happens. Not often, but still.”

“And you thought I was the same…” Ty dropped her gaze,
trying to hide how much her words hurt him. The finality in his tone tore at
her heart.

“Look, I shouldn’t have said that. I was just—”

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”

The rest of Sherrie’s answer was lost beneath the shrill
tones of Ty’s dance partner. Diana laughed and walked towards him, putting on a
strut fit for any catwalk. If Sherrie had any doubt Diana was mocking her
before, she didn’t now. Still, she couldn’t blame the woman for reveling in her
ability. Diana was a gifted and talented dancer as well as a beautiful woman—but
a twisted, bitchy soul lie beneath the pretty exterior and Sherrie wasn’t
envious of that. Not at all.

Diana’s annoying laugh grated Sherrie’s nerves. The woman
spoke only to Ty, intent on ignoring Sherrie altogether. “Oh, I see you found
your little friend.”

Ty turned a look of such disgust and fury on Diana that she
visibly blanched. She smoothed an imaginary stray hair back in place and
dropped his gaze. When she spoke again, she’d lost a little of her superior
attitude. “We’re needed for rehearsals.”

“Okay.” Ty turned his back on Diana, dismissing her to focus
again on Sherrie. His gaze told her he had much yet to say, but not in front of
Diana. Unable to stop herself, Sherrie raised a brow in stark amusement. Ty
never turned his back on his dance partner.

“Ty?” Diana chirped again, making it clear to everyone she
wasn’t going to move away and give them a chance to conclude their conversation.
“We’re needed in—”

“I know! You told me already.” A nerve ticked in Ty’s jaw
and Sherrie could see he was losing the slim grip on his temper again.

A sudden weariness stole her heart, and she lost interest in
whatever it was Ty wanted to say. This particular soap opera had gone on long
enough. “Okay, well, I have work to do. I’ll catch you guys later.”

Sherrie headed for the sanctity of her trailer, grateful for
her own little private space to retreat and think about things. But the gods
had no intention of leaving her in peace. Less than an hour after she’d
escaped, the director sent a runner to find her, insisting she come to the set
immediately and fix Diana’s dress.

“The bitch probably ripped it on purpose,” Sherrie muttered,
gathering up her stuff and heading for the door. By the time she reached
Diana’s dressing room, Sherrie knew without a single doubt, all it would take
to send her over the edge was one more simpering smile or bitchy comment. If
Diana fucked with her again, Sherrie intended to let her know in no uncertain
terms what she thought of her. And if she lost her job, so be it. The
satisfaction would be worth the pain.

Chapter Five

The pep talk wasn’t necessary. When she got to Diana’s
dressing room, Sherrie found it empty and the torn dress thrown onto a chair. The
careless way the dancers treated the hand-made costumes pulled at the seams of
her sanity. Having to sit and mend something that should never have been
damaged in the first place, irritated Sherrie more than usual. But half an hour
of quiet time spent sewing the dress calmed her down, and by the time she went
to find Diana and let her know, Sherrie’s anger had dissipated.
  

She pushed the gymnasium door open and slipped silently into
the room. The students lined the edges of the basketball court, all watching
silently as Ty and Diana rehearsed in front of them. Sherrie’s gaze landed on
the couple wrapped in each other’s arms in the center of the room. A lump
formed in her throat and tears welled in her eyes at the beauty of the sight
before her.

Ty wore only a thin vest, a pair of black track pants, and his
feet were bare. Diana’s red leotard fit her like a second skin and her hair was
swept up in an effortlessly sexy tumble, the kind Sherrie could never quite
perfect. At that very moment, Ty had his hand splayed over Diana’s stomach as
her back pressed into his chest. Her ass nestled lovingly against his thighs. His
pelvis mirrored the action of his partner’s in a sinuous roll of their hips
that made it seem as if they were joined.

The lush Latin beat driving their passionate Rumba echoed
around the hall as the couple turned away and back to each other, never losing
their synchronicity, connected at all times by the rhythm of the music.

Sherrie’s tears dried as her envy of Diana’s grace and
beauty was chased away by the wave of raw sensuality emanating from Ty. His
tightly corded muscles gleamed in the soft light of the gym, each sinew and
bulge accentuated by a glistening sheen of sweat. The longer strands of Ty’s
dark blond hair clung to his forehead and temples and the light flush on his
cheeks reminded Sherrie of how he’d looked the last time he’d made love to her.
The ache between her thighs reminded her of how he’d made her feel, and the
sweat shimmering on his corded muscles also made her vividly recall his
glistening body moving over hers. Sherrie’s knees began to shake and she knew
she had to sit down before she fell down.

She tried to slip over to the bench without catching his eye
but the movement brought his gaze to hers…and from that moment on, it never
flinched. Each time he thrust against Diana, his gaze burned with a heat that
left Sherrie in no doubt it was her he wanted to grind into—not the woman in
his arms. Whenever the dance required that Ty turn his back on Sherrie, she
couldn’t help but watch the play of muscles across his back and shoulders, nor
his tight, sexy ass. When she dragged her gaze back to his face as he turned to
Sherrie again, he gazed at her with a dark hunger she couldn’t deny.

Ty spun Diana away from him, out to the end of his reach,
then flicked his wrist to send her spinning in to stop with her back against
his chest. His strong hands slid down her arms, clasping her wrists to lift
them above his head. One of Diana’s hands reached back to loop around his neck
as Ty ran his finger down over the soft flesh of her inner bicep, continuing on
to graze her ribs with his palm.

Sherrie bit her lip on a groan, closing her eyes against the
image driving her crazy with a mixture of jealousy and lust. She heard Ty
mutter something and she opened her eyes to find him striding away from Diana
to grab his towel from the floor.

“Ty, what are you doing?” Diana’s voice broke the spell,
cutting through the heated atmosphere in the gym with its icy tone.

“I need a break,” he said with a shrug. Ty held the towel in
front of him casually bunched in his hands and walked towards Sherrie.

When he’d crossed enough of the floor so nobody but Sherrie
could see him, he flung the towel around his neck. Sherrie looked down…and
understood Ty’s sudden need for a time out. An erection strained the front of
his pants, clearly visible and outlined in excruciating detail in the shiny
black Lycra. The last of Sherrie’s breath left her lungs and she dragged her
gaze back up to his, only to be left reeling from the raw heat in his eyes.

“We need to talk…now.” Ty reached for her hand and pulled
her to her feet. He propelled them through the door and halfway down the
corridor before she thought to stop and ask him what he was doing.

Ty let go of her hand and pushed forward, using his chest to
back her against the wall. “You know, for a smart woman, you sure ask some damn
fool questions.”

One of his hands flattened against the wall next to her head
while the other grabbed her hip. She was trapped. With the hard concrete
pressing into her back and butt, along with Ty’s hard cock pressing into her
abdomen, she could do nothing but writhe under his heated gaze and wait for him
to make a move. Her eyelids grew heavy and she let them flutter down, until all
she could see through the veil of her lashes were Ty’s perfect lips descending
on hers. He paused, only millimeters away, and flicked out his tongue to graze
it along her parted lips. Sherrie sighed and opened a little wider for him. Ty
closed what tiny bit of space was left between them and kissed her roughly,
demanding her response. Her gasps and his groans mingled in the corridor.
 

“Well, well, well. How very professional of you both.”

Sherrie jumped at the sound of Diana’s voice and slid away
from Ty. He kept his back to Diana, his gaze still locked with Sherrie’s. “I
said I’m taking a break. Start working with the kids. I’ll be back later.”

“When?”

“When I’m good and ready.” He reached for Sherrie’s hand and
walked away, dragging her with him whether she wanted to go or not.

As Sherrie gazed back, she caught a look of pure desolation
on Diana’s face and she realized in a blinding moment of clarity that she was
in love with Ty. No woman could fake the naked emotion Diana revealed in that
rare, unguarded moment. Suddenly, Sherrie understood the reason behind every
nasty barb and dirty look Diana threw at her. She was jealous. Against the odds,
and despite everything Diana had and Sherrie did not—beauty, grace and talent—all
Diana really wanted was Ty…and he wanted Sherrie.

He nudged open the door to the yard and pulled Sherrie out
into the bright afternoon sun. She stumbled a little and he slowed his pace,
grunting an apology at her, his face still rigid with whatever demons drove him
onwards.

“You’ve got to be careful how you handle Diana. You know
that, right? She’s not as tough as she makes out.”

Ty stopped walking and turned to look down at her, a smile
playing on his lips as he shook his head. “God, you’re an amazing woman. Do you
really think she’d even give a thought to how you were feeling if the tables
were turned?”

“Maybe not. But that’s the thing. I’m not her.”

“Damn right you’re not,” Ty growled, his hands tightening on
Sherrie’s upper arms. “I’m not in love with her…and Diana could never drive me
this crazy with wanting. Only you, Sherrie. Only you.”

Sherrie bit her lip against the sob threatening to burst
from her throat. She tried to speak, to tell him that she loved him too, but
the words wouldn’t come. Ty smiled and stroked her jaw, placing his finger
against her lips to hush her when she tried to speak again. He kissed her then,
one large hand tangled in her hair, the other pressing against her ass and
urging her pelvis into his.

Sherrie clung to him, not caring that they were in public,
or that the laughing students she could hear must be watching. His tongue
snaked between her lips and she sucked on it, desperate to have at least a part
of him inside her.

He groaned and pulled away, gesturing towards her trailer. “Come
on.”
 

No sooner had she closed the door to her Winnebago than Ty
was on her, his hands racing over her body, almost tearing her clothes in his
haste to get her naked. Sherrie reciprocated his urgency and stripped the vest
from him, gasping at the sight of his still glistening flesh. She sunk her
teeth into his hard muscle, and chuckled mischievously when he groaned.

“You’re playing with fire,” Ty grunted, bunching a fist in
her hair, dragging her head back so he could kiss her neck. Sherrie moaned,
scrambling to grab hold of something—anything—to sink her nails into as he
pushed her dress up to her waist and thrust his fingers into her panties. Her
body trembled with ecstasy as Ty’s nimble fingers teased her sensitive flesh.

Ty dropped to his
knees, ripping her panties apart with shaky hands to bury his head between her
thighs. His hot tongue slid over her slit like he owned her, and Sherrie
quivered as her pussy clenched around the finger he slid inside. She began to
wiggle against him, increasing the sizzling friction. She knew it wouldn’t take
long for Ty to bring her to orgasm…her need for release was so great.

“Please, Ty,” she
begged, as he lifted his head to gauge her reaction. Putting her leg over his
shoulder, he plunged another finger inside, finger-fucking her hard as he sucked
on her clit. Sherrie burst into climax almost immediately, shaking and crying
as wave after wave of spasms rippled through her body.

She nearly fainted
from the intensity.

Trying to support her
weight against the trailer door, on one very shaky leg, proved to be too much
of a challenge for her desire-ravaged body. She pushed Ty away so she could
shrug off her dress and what was left of her underwear and sink down to the
floor beside him. He kissed her and rolled away to kick off his track pants.

 
“If you think that’s all its gonna take to
satisfy me after all this time, then you are sadly mistaken,” she purred.
Amused by his devilish smile, she spread her legs so he could watch while she
stroked her still-sensitive bud. Ty dropped to his knees, gaze fixed on her fingers
in rapt fascination, as he crawled towards her. Grabbing the back of her
thighs, he dragged her ass across the floor to bring her closer, hooking his
arms under her knees to spread her wide before him. His gaze dropped to stare
at her body as he pushed his hard cock into her slick pussy.

“Fuck, that feels
good,” he said, groaning as a shudder ripped through his body. Sherrie could
feel the tremors of delight working through him. Ty leaned down to kiss her,
sliding his tongue into her mouth so she could suck on it, while her hot pussy
clenched around his cock.