The Final Note (DJ Series Book 1) (9 page)

I try not to blush as he tucks a lock of loosened hair behind my ear. I turn my cheek into his open palm and kiss his thumb. “I’ve never met anyone like you either. You treat me like a lady, like tonight, refusing to let me pay anything towards this meal. You have a million reasons to brag, but you don’t. You’re a rare find, Dayton. Besides the fact that you’re gorgeous, you’re lovely in every sense of the word. I’m worried I’m getting unhealthily addicted.” I smile and win a grin from him.

“The feeling is reciprocated, hence why I don’t want to take you home just yet.” The waiter brings our single dessert with two spoons. “This is a wussy’s dessert, you know that, right? I won’t tell if you don’t. The guys would have a field day, I’d never hear the end of it.”

I smirk, accepting the spoonful of lemony ice. It’s refreshing to my palate and I groan, my eyes close as I savour the sharp but sweet flavour dissolving on my tongue. When my eyes flicker open he is watching me intently, his mouth slightly open. The room seems to fall away as I look deep into his glacier eyes. My heart stalls as we stare at each other, none of us speaking. I unconsciously lick my lips, his eyes flicker down to my mouth before his hand moves to the side of my head, pulling me to him. I move willingly, needing to feel his lips on mine.

The kiss isn’t gentle, it’s eager and full of wanting. He tastes of the fruit drink he’s been drinking and smells amazing, his rich scent enveloping me and I place my hand over his, wanting to pull him closer. When he does break off the kiss his eyes are hooded and blazing. He doesn’t sit back in his seat. “Let’s skip dessert.” His voice is barely a whisper and incapable of speaking I simply nod, wanting him all to myself.

He quickly pays the bill and takes my hand, leading me out to the car. He unlocks it before taking me around to the passenger side but instead of opening the car door he pushes me up against it and presses the length of his body against mine. “You’re doing crazy things to me, Alannah. I swear I could take you here and now.”

I don’t get the chance to reply before he takes my mouth with his, forcing his tongue into my mouth, his fingers tangle into my hair, holding me prisoner.

My legs weaken and I sag against him, happily letting him hold me captive. Desire and heat explode inside me making me dizzy. He consumes me and I want to give myself to him, all of me. I run my hands inside his dinner jacket and around to his broad, strong back and up to his shoulders, pulling him against me. I want more physical contact between our bodies. I hear him growl and he pulls away, his jaw tight as he steps away from me. “Let’s leave.”

He opens the car door for me and I slide in feeling incredibly lightheaded and totally turned on. My knickers are drenched and the leather of the bucket seat is cold on my heated skin.

When he slides into the car he quickly pulls away from the kerb and into traffic. I’m still trying to even out my breathing and pull myself together when he stops at a red light. He turns to me with a serious look on his face. “Alannah, when this light turns to green I have to pick a lane. Left takes you home. Right takes you back to my place. If you come back home with me I can’t promise I won’t want to keep you with me the whole night. The choice is yours. If you want to go home I won’t hold it against you. I just want to be honest with you, I don’t want to wait any longer.”

All the wind leaves me and his eyes beg me to make a choice. I know I want him, badly, so badly it’s almost a physical pain. But are we moving too fast? I’ve spent every spare moment with him for the last two weeks and I feel like I know him so well already. What would we gain from delaying the inevitable? The lights turn amber and I suck in a breath. I need to pick a lane, quickly. I look back to Dayton and his eyes are beseeching. The light turns green. I go with my heart.

“Take a right.”

The car takes off and he heads in the direction of his flat. I can’t help but notice he’s driving faster than he normally would. His hand comes to rest on my thigh. “Alannah, if you change your mind…”

“Just drive,” I demand and in no time at all we are falling through the front door of his flat, mouths clashing, hands raking in each other’s hair. He presses me against the wall and I drop my clutch bag, kicking my heels aside.

I’m panting as I run my hands up his shoulders and push his jacket off. He pulls his tie off before taking a fistful of my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can lay wet kisses on my throat. I moan loudly, my whole body is electrified as he rakes his teeth across my skin. He nips a trail down to my shoulder, pushing the chiffon off and lays small kisses against my overly sensitive skin. I make a grab for his belt and start pulling him towards the bedroom. I need him, more than I’ve ever needed anyone in my life.

His eyes widen slightly when I give him a sultry look, guiding him down the hallway. He sheds his shoes on the way and when I stop outside his bedroom door he pulls me to him. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight? I don’t want you to feel any pressure from me, I’m just desperate to..” He runs his hands through my hair, gently. “I want to show you how much I…”

I give him a weak smile, knowing what he is trying to say. “I need you, too, Dayton.”

My voice is a hoarse whisper. He kisses me gently, the pace slowing considerably and I make a start on the buttons of his shirt as he lays soft kisses down my jaw and neck, inhaling my scent. He opens the bedroom door as I slip his shirt off. He takes my breath away when he runs his fingertips up my bare thighs, tucking my skirt up then he lifts me with ease and I wrap my legs around him.

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him as he carries me to his bed, gently lowering me onto the dark bedding, our mouths never parting. My insides quiver as he rolls me onto my tummy, slowly lowering the zip on my dress and exposing my back. He traces kisses from the back of my neck right down my spine to the mound of my buttocks. “You feel amazing, your skin is so soft and smooth. Flawless.”

The dress is soon slipped down and I’m left in just my red lace French knickers. I shyly roll onto my back, looking up at him through my lashes. His eyes are heavy with desire, his lips parted and slightly swollen from our kisses. “Oh, fuck. Alannah, you’re perfect,” he whispers into the darkened room.

I pull him to me by the waist of his trousers which I fumble with, trying to open the leather belt. He lays beside me, quickly opening his trousers and unzipping the fly but he doesn’t take them off. He covers me with his body, that’s when I notice the tattoo on his right pectoral. The treble left starts on one side of his chest muscle and the staff lines run in a wave across the muscle to the centre of his chest, to his heart. I run my fingers over the wavy lines, wondering what the notes on the staff play out. He looks at my finger running across his skin before looking back up into my eyes.

He moves my hand away from his chest and presses his body to mine, stealing kisses and robbing me of my senses as I close my eyes and tip my head back into the bed. He trails kisses down my neck and collarbone as I run my fingers into his hair, guiding his head down to my breasts. They’re heavy and aching, my nipples attention starved. He pulls one of the hard, pink peaks into his hot mouth and I gasp. I raise my hips off the bed, pressing up into him. My pussy is aching and tightening in wet anticipation.

I feel his hard cock pressing into me, all my core muscles spasm at the feel of him. I buck beneath him when he takes my other nipple into his mouth and sucks deep, the ecstasy of his touch shooting straight down to my sex. He swiftly removes and discards my knickers and I pull at his trousers, needing them off, needing him inside me. He stands, towering over me at the side of the bed and I get a proper look at his body. It’s sculpted, strong and perfectly formed. His chest is broad and firm, his abs smooth and rippling with just a small trail of dark blond hair leading down below his trousers, which he lowers, freeing his hard cock. My mouth falls open and my breath catches. He is so well equipped to show a girl a good time and I get a rush of excitement blast through me. He pulls a condom from his bedside table and I bite my lip in anticipation.

When he comes to lie on top of me again I can barely breathe with desire, he looks deep into my eyes, full of passion and fervour. He trails kisses down my body, sucking my nipples before moving south and running his tongue around the dip of my tummy button. I groan as my stomach muscles quiver in excitement.

He moves even further south and lays a kiss on the mound of my sex before dipping his tongue into the wet folds of my pussy. “Oh, God,” I pant. “Oh, my God.”

I grip the sheets beneath me, my jaw tight as he gently laps at my sex, flicking his tongue over my clitoris. My eyes roll in my head as I pant, “Oh, God.”

“Not God, baby, this is all Dayton.”

My sex twitches in a spasm and I’m relieved when I hear him rip the condom wrapper. I look down between our bodies to see him sheath himself with the rubber.

He kisses me and I can taste the saltiness of my juices on his mouth. I run my tongue over his lips and he seems to like that I am tasting myself. He dips his fingers into my pussy, my muscles instantly clenching him and covering him with moisture. He lifts his finger to my mouth, offering myself to taste. I open my mouth and he runs his fingertip over my bottom lip, waiting for me to lick it off. I do, watching his eyes flash and his breathing hitch. It turns me on knowing I’m turning him on.

He slides his finger into my mouth and I suck deeply, watching him, watch me. He groans as I suck his fingertip, hard. He moves between my legs, his cock prodding at my welcoming, eager pussy. I lift my hips, trying to ease him in, desperate to feel him inside me. He slowly slides into me, stretching me as he deepens. I hold my breath, the feel of him is exquisite. He groans and pushes the last of his length into me, causing a stab of pain as I adjust to take the rest of him.

We start at a slow rock, my pussy squeezing him as he slides into me before slowly pulling back a little. My eyes roll in my head and I run my nails across his sloped, muscular shoulders. He nips at my neck as he moves inside me, making me moan in pleasure.

He rolls himself beneath me, letting me take the driving seat. This fits him deeper inside me and adds to the pleasure as I rock on him, my hands on his chest as my sex tightens and spasms, building to a peak. When he takes my breasts in his palms the pleasure doubles. He rolls my nipples between his thumb and finger, the sharp sting only pushing me further towards my climax. I lean back and feel his cock hit that sweet spot, the first ripples of an orgasm blazing through me.

“Oh, god, Dayton,” I breathe.

“I know. Come on me, baby,” he whispers as I ride his cock until my pussy grips him in a strangling hold before exploding with a soul shattering orgasm.

I lower my mouth to his neck, my body losing all power as the waves of ecstasy roll and ebb from my core outwards. He rolls me onto my back before slowly pumping into me, making the aftershocks more intense and I moan loudly, the pleasure getting more than I can handle. He props himself on his elbow as he looks down into my eyes and I’m transfixed. I can’t look away, I want to see him come.

He quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder and faster. I watch as I see him near his peak, his jaw tensing, his breathing quickening and just before he explodes he kisses me. “You’re amazing, Alannah,” he breathes into my ear before burying his face into my neck and thrusting one hard, quivering thrust deep into me and stopping. After a second or two he starts to pump into me again, gently, slowly, our orgasms subsiding simultaneously. Holy fuck, now I know what I’ve been missing.

I wake in the darkened room, the only light coming into the room provided by the moon. I turn to the window, the blinds left wide open in our haste and I’m grateful for the small and private back garden. I feel the length of Dayton’s naked body pressed to my back. I roll my head to look down at his sleeping face, so peaceful and cute. I sigh, a feeling of contentment wraps around me, like I have finally found the place I should have been long ago.

Dayton stirs, holding me tightly to him for a second before relaxing once he feels me still safely wrapped in his arms. His eyes slowly flicker open and come into focus on me, a lazy smile spreading over his handsome face. “Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine. I was just looking at the moon, it’s so bright tonight.”

His eyes move past me to the window as he rests up on his elbow. “La Bella Luna.” He smiles and I look from the window back to him. “The Beautiful Moon.”

“That’s what it means? The moon certainly is beautiful tonight.”

I take in the hazy shine, the peace of the night settles in on me and I snuggle down further into the warmth of the bed covers and Dayton’s body heat.

“It’s not even close to your beauty.” He brushes a stray hair from my face, looking over my face. He looks at me like I’m something so rare and delicate you don’t dare touch it. I run my fingertip across his plump bottom lip, taking in the beauty of him. He slowly lowers his mouth to mine, laying feather light kisses against my mouth.

We make love. It’s slow, sensual and full of meaning. I fear tonight is the first step in losing my heart to Dayton.

The next morning I wake up pressed to the bed by Dayton’s weight laid practically across my body. I begrudgingly push him off me so I can get some feeling back in my left leg. I hate to wake him because I could lay and watch him sleep for hours, just marvelling at how perfect he is. Nonetheless the movement stirs him awake.

“Morning, sugar.”

“Morning.” I smile before laying a chaste kiss against his cheek.

The bedding smells of Dayton and sex, it’s intoxicating.

“What time is it?” He rolls over and sees it is 9.06am and he flops back onto his pillow. “I slept so well. Did you?”

I cuddle up to his warm, naked body and wrap my leg over his. “I had a great sleep, thank you.”

“Do you want breakfast?” He pulls me tight to him, laying a kiss on the top of my head.

“I’d love some, I’m starved.”

“Bacon and eggs? Toast? Cereal?” He starts to pull away from me and I resent my growling tummy but when he pulls the bed covers back and sits on the side of the bed I’m not so resentful. With his back to me he laces his hands behind his head before stretching his shoulders back, all the muscles rippling underneath his smooth, golden skin. I watch his body flex and my eyes are guided down the length of his sculpted back to two small indentations above his firm, rounded buttocks.
Holy shit, I want to bite him.

I give myself a mental slap and remember he asked what I’d like for breakfast. I force myself to look away and answer him. “I’ll have whatever you’re having, please.”

Nothing can stop my mouth falling open as he circles the bed in all his naked glory. The daylight shining through the window affords to me a good look at his magnificent body. My breathing hitches and I blush when he notices me staring.

“I know what I want.” His eyes wash over me and the covers hiding my nakedness. He pulls the blinds closed and the room falls into semidarkness. “You see me, Alannah. Let’s even up the score.” He approaches the bed and it takes a great effort to look away from his hardening cock.

“You said nobody was counting?” My voice is almost squeaky with excited anticipation.

He stands at the foot of the bed and gently tugs the bedding. I let it slip down and his eyes feast on my body before he crawls over the bed to me. “I lied.”

After we’ve had breakfast and I’ve called home to let them know I’m okay we shower together, leisurely cleansing each other. I tug at the little quiff in his fringe when I rinse the lather out of his hair. “This is so cute.”

Dayton chuckles, flicking his hair out of his eyes. “Cute to you maybe, irritating for me. I was born with that damn cowlick and got nothing but stick for it throughout my school years.”

“Well, I think it’s adorable.”

“You’re adorable.” He smiles before kissing me and stepping out of the shower. I follow him and he hands me a soft, fluffy white towel to wrap around myself and a smaller towel to wrap my hair.

“I have an idea. It’s the weekend, let’s do nothing all day, just veg out in front of the TV until I have to go to work?”

“It all sounds very appealing, but I have nothing to wear.”

“I’ll find you something.”

I follow him through to the bedroom and he pulls a t-shirt from his drawers. “I know it will bury you but it will be comfortable.”

I slip the t-shirt on and he’s right, it comes down to just cover my buttocks. I grin at him, knowing full well I need something else to cover myself. He pulls a pair of boxer shorts from his drawers. I quickly pull out a pair of white DKNY shorts for myself. He quirks an eyebrow as I step into them.

“Better.” I smile before picking up his hairbrush and smoothing out my drying waves.

We chill out in front of the TV all day, watching classic British comedies like Porridge, Father Ted and One Foot in the Grave.

We pig out on junk food, devouring coco pops for lunch followed by pizza and curly fries for dinner. I’m laughing at Father Jack swearing at Father Dougal when Dayton gets up from the sofa where I’ve been sat with my legs thrown over his lap. He stands beside his decks and starts flicking through a CD wallet. I cross the room and stand behind him, laying my face against his back. “Whatcha doing?”

“Just picking out some tunes for work. We’re going to have to make a move to get ready soon, my first set starts at 9 o’clock.”

He puts his arm around me, guiding me to stand in front of him, my back to his chest and he drops a kiss on top of my head. I look at the Slappa CD wallet in his hand.

“How do you pick out what to play?”

“I have a pretty good idea of what usually goes down well with the clubbers in Lexis. Obviously I’m always updating my collection and buying the new releases and mixing it up. I try to avoid playing the same tunes too frequently.”

“So, you want me to come out again tonight?” I look up at him over my shoulder and he frowns.

“That kind of goes without saying.”

“You could have had enough of spending time with me after last night and today?” I point out and he shakes his head vehemently.

“Never gonna happen, sugar.”

“How do you know?”

“Because... when I’m not with you I’m... distracted by thoughts of you.” I smile up at him shyly. “Oh, your smile, little lady, I was worried you had a voodoo doll of me somewhere, torturing me. I’ve never been like this before.”

“Me either,” I admit and the humour leaves us. He leans past me to put the CDs on the shelf. I watch him before looking back up into the wells of his eyes, searching deep until I see myself. His palm presses against my cheek and I turn into it, relishing his warming touch. His mouth grazes mine and I take his face in my hands, day old stubble rough against my palms. The kiss deepens and I go up on my tiptoes, trying to get closer. His hands slide down my back and over my buttocks, his fingertips going further south over the backs of my thighs then skimming around the front. He starts a slow and leisurely journey back up over my hipbones and under the baggy t-shirt. I feel the light tickle of his fingers against my ribs and giggle against his mouth.

“You’re ticklish?” I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’ll have to remember that.” He kisses me again as he flattens his palms against my ribcage, moving up to cup my breasts. My nipples instantly harden further still and I moan, wanting him to tweak and lick and suck.

There’s a knock on the front door and we break off our kiss, both of us looking to the living room door. “Who’s that?” I whisper, like the person at the door will hear me. Dayton looks at me with amusement in his eyes.

“I’m not psychic, babe.”

“Are you going to answer it?”

There is another knock, louder and more persistent.

“I’m going to have to. They’ll know I’m in because the car is parked out front.”

He dashes to the bedroom and pulls on some white tracksuit bottoms as I curl back up on the sofa and start snacking on the half eaten bowl of popcorn.

A few moments later Dayton walks into the room and flicks me an apologetic look. I see Regina has followed him in and I don’t know who looks more surprised, me or her. The look of distaste on her face is satisfying when she takes in my attire. Dayton starts flicking through some DVDs next to the player.

I take in the scene through Regina’s eyes and smirk; Dayton topless and me wearing nothing but his t-shirt and boxers. Oh, she has got to be stinging. I smile at her. “Hey, Regina. Are you off to the gym?” She looks amazing in Adidas leggings and a tight vest top, her hair in a loose and messy bun on top of her head. She looks down at her clothing and holds her hands out as if to welcome inspection.

“Obviously.” She looks at me like I’m stupid and I roll my eyes. “Oh, before I forget, Dayton, Gaz wanted to trade slot times with you so would you mind switching to the 8pm set, babe?”

“No problem,” Dayton replies without as much as turning to look at her. “Found it.” He produces a DVD box set of Hellraiser movies. He passes them to her and she offers him a winning smile. She seriously wears that much make up to the gym?

“Thanks, babe. Are you sure you don’t fancy burning some calories off?” she questions, flicking her eyes to the pizza box and half drunken cans of Coca Cola on the table. Dayton looks to me, the bowl of popcorn in my lap. Can’t the stupid bimbo take a hint?

“Don’t worry, Regina. I’ll help him burn off the calories.” I wink and Dayton breaks into a laugh but tries to cover it with a cough when Regina looks disgusted, which only amuses me further.

“Nah, I’m fine, thanks, Regina. I’ll see you before 8 o’clock.”

He moves towards the door to show her out and I give her a very pointed smile. “Bye, Regina. See you tonight,” I call as she turns to leave.

“Of course you will,” she answers before I hear her say goodbye to Dayton on the doorstep.

When he comes back into the living room he clicks his tongue in a chastising way but I simply giggle. “Now, now. That was a little rude, don’t you think?” He wiggles his finger at me playfully.

“Oh, please. Like she wasn’t rude towards me when I asked if she was going to the gym? Anyway, Regina needs to know her place. Does she visit you often?”

The thought doesn’t lay nicely in my stomach and I put the popcorn down.

“Yeah, we go to the gym together, taking it in turns to pick the other up to save on petrol costs.” I’m not impressed by his answer and I make a mental note to make sure we run together regularly so she has less reason to visit. I know this could turn into a pissing contest with her but I have the advantage and I plan to keep it.

“She wants you, you know?”

“No, she doesn’t. Regina is nothing more than a work colleague. I’ve worked with her for more than three years now,” Dayton states and I have no reason to believe he is lying. This is genuinely how he sees their relationship but regular home visits and trips to the gym together places them firmly in the
friends
category as far as I’m concerned. She wants the benefits added to that category.

“You must be blind if you don’t see her crushing on you, babe.” I get up from the sofa and come to stand before him, walking my fingertips across his firm and sexy chest before using my fingertip to trace the treble cleft on his pec.

“Then I’m happy to stay blind because Regina is not who I want. I want you.” I stop tracing and look up at him, his eyes still full of honesty. He swiftly lifts me in his arms and I cry out in surprise, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “Now, let me find this ticklish spot with my tongue.” He kisses me whilst making his way back to the bedroom.

That night we are all in Zetters wine bar, dancing to the RnB tunes and enjoying a few cocktails. I’ve agreed to be in Lexis before midnight after Dayton assured me his night always improves once his friends and I get there. I think prior to our arrival he is left to socialise with the bar staff and clubbers. He isn’t short of attention or chances to socialise but I think he feels it’s all a little shallow and he doesn’t feel he can totally be himself.

I’m just adding an extra lashing of eyeliner before we leave the bar and head for the club when Corrine enters the restroom. I smile at her through the mirror.

“You look incredibly happy, babe. Could a certain blond DJ have anything to do with the jovial sparkle in your eye?” She winks.

“Maybe.”

“So, things have got… physical between you both now?” It’s a surprise to hear Corrine ask the question with so much tact and I nod in reply. “Praise the lord! Alannah got laid!”

I hush her but can’t help giggling as I try to put my hand over her filthy mouth. She is laughing and pulls my hand away. “Corrine, stop.” I giggle.

“Girl, this is a cause for celebration, I have
got
to buy you a drink. My friend is
not
a lesbian!” she shouts again and I playfully push her shoulder.

“Shut up. You’re a maniac, you know that?”

“Yes, but you, my dearest friend, are not a lesbian. I’d love you even if you were, you know that, right? Let’s go meet your boyfriend, I need to thank him,” Corrine giggles, dragging me out of the ladies’ to round up the others so we can leave for Lexis.

I notice we queue jump again and don’t pay a penny on the door. This time we head straight upstairs and when I enter the room my eyes instantly seek out Dayton. Sure enough he is in the DJ box and Luke makes his way over. I stand beside one of the dance podiums and admire Dayton from a distance, how he is interacting with the crowd and they seem to love it. He waves to a buxom blond woman in the crowd and she literally starts to hop on the spot, clapping like a maniac. My eyebrows rise as I watch her blowing him kisses. Dayton gives her the thumbs up before pulling his headphones onto his head and starting to bring in the next track. The change in the two tracks is smooth and timed to perfection.

Luke waits until he has finished mixing the two tracks together before speaking to Dayton who gives him one of those male kind of greetings of a fist pump and shoulder barge. I smile watching him as he speaks into Luke’s ear. Luke turns in the DJ box and points me out, Dayton spots me and I give him a little wave. He blows me a kiss which I pretend to catch before I blow one back. I get a look of pure death from the buxom blonde.