"Yes.It's real."He pinches my ass hard."You're not dreaming."
I throw my head back and squeal."OUI!"Then I rain down playful slaps on his shoulders, squirming and wiggling in this arms."This is so dope!Sweet Zeus!Father of the Fucking Gods!My insides are pure shaking."I cinch myself to him with my legs and bury my face in his neck.
He puts his strong arms around me and cradles my ass, simply holding me while I absorb it all.
I tell his neck."I love you so fucking much right now, Aurelius Moore!"
I feel his arms flex and then squeeze me tight.He tells my hair."Look at me."I lift my eyes to look into his.I melt as he leans to kiss my forehead.His lips purse into a perfect heart shape, and my eyes travel up his straight nose to look into his hooded eyes.Not hooded with sexual desire, but with passion.The kind of passion that knows no bounds.This man would do anything for me."I love you too, Siri Wright!"I close my eyes as his lips land on the bridge of my nose and linger there.His breath blows on my face.The smell is sweet.I inhale deeply, and my breath syncs with his."That's better."He whispers.I open my eyes to his knowing smile, and he releases me.
My feet drop to the floor, and I stand, then I nip his pec, and he flinches."Fuck you, Aurei!You and your fucking secrets!"
He puts his arm around me, and we start across the terminal."I wasn't sure if you were going to burst into tears or faint on me."
I chuckle, hearing the truth."I wasn't sure either!Fuck!I nearly did both.I guess I'm wound up pretty tight."
We walk across the area together.He like the God he is, while I dance across it like the Diva I am."Relax.We've got this!"
"Thank you!"I tell him.
"For?"
"For being so fucking awesome!"
When we board the train, my phone goes off.Ding!Ding!Ding!"It's Brutus."I look down to enter my code to unlock it, and the tram jolts, throwing me off balance.I step to regain my footing, but the woman next to me, holding an infant, dropped her diaper bag, and it's lying right where I need to put my foot.I stutter step.Then my ankle falls off my stiletto, and like a tumbling rock, I start to go down.Dancers are used to the pain of crashing on their knees, and I feel my face contort into a grimace, knowing the level of pain about to be delivered.Splaying my hands to catch myself, I practically throw my phone.Through squinted eyes, I see Aurei's lightning-fast reflexes reaching out to snag me.One jerks my arm, keeping my knees safe—the other snatches my phone from midair.Only my tits land hard with the abrupt rescue, jarring an "oomph" out of my mouth.
"Careful now."He tells me as I gain my composure.
I roll my eyes.Well, that was graceful as fuck."
My phone goes off again.Ding!Ding!Ding!
Aurei opens his palm and puts it under my nose.I mash my lips together and take it, feeling slightly humiliated by my clumsiness.
"You're just out of practice."He tries to reassure me but fails because of the laughter in his voice.
I stick my tongue out at him, sassing his poor attempt at either humor or comfort.
He laughs out loud, then pulls me tight against him, securing me as I read the text from Brutus out loud.
Your car is waiting for you, Boss Lady.
In the train.Be there in 8.
Your car key is at the baggage pickup as instructed.Look for the dude with your name on a sign.
Wait.WTF?Aren't you here?
Brutus doesn't answer, and I pout.The tram arrives at our gate, and I hand my phone to Aurei."Here.You hold it.It's safer with you."
He chuckles and slips it into his pocket with his own, then asks."Did Brutus come through?"
"Of course, never doubt Brutus," I tell him as we exit, and my hand slips into his.
Brutus arranged to have my Shelby GT500 shipped out to Vegas.Aurei protested, saying he had a car I could drive, but I bought my car because that's the car I wanted.I never intended to leave it behind.It was always going to be shipped out.I was tired of having to be driven everywhere.I needed to be more independent and less isolated.
At the top of the escalator that leads to the baggage pick-up point, Aurei puts me on the moving belt in front of him.As we descend, I turn around to face him and stare fixated on his crotch, obviously admiring the view.I'm such a naughty tease.I drag my tongue over and around my lips.Wetting them until they shine.I'm rewarded to see his 'sausage' begin to grow in his pants.Instantly, his hand lands hard on top of my head, and he palms it like a basketball, then turns me clockwise around.As I spin, I lift wicked, laughing eyes to his face and see the same expression on his.
"Bad Thang!Behave!"
