We don’t say anything. We don’t need to.
“What if she is discovered?” she whispers, voice breaking.
Tears are falling down my face as I ignore the sweat and embrace my best friend.
“We have to trust. She has never not been five steps ahead.”
She nods into my shoulder as we stand there.
“You need to do the choreography,” I say into her ear.
Her whole body goes rigid, but I hold her tightly so she can’t pull away.
“No, it’s time you followed your heart. I finally did, and I feel alive and free. When you dance, not tonight, but when you let go, that’s your freedom. I love you. I want you to take the risk. You need it.”
She collapses back into me. “What if I fail? What if everyone else was right?”
I rock her as I clutch her. “Do you think David Earl would let a failure near his project?”
Her head rears back as she meets my eyes, realization dawning, finally.
I smirk.
She leans over and wipes her runny nose across the shoulder of my sweatshirt.
“Don’t be a superior bitch,” she snips as she squeezes me before releasing me to head out to change.
I grimace at the slimy line of snot on my sweatshirt and head up to take a shower.
Chapter one hundred thirty-nine
Remy
The hot water isn’t helping. I headed up to the shower, avoiding Tianna.
Head resting against the cool tile of the walk-in shower, I sit on the bench and let the punishing spray beat against my chest and thighs. It’s not washing away the feeling of failure, sending her alone to hear the lewd accusations of the reporters. Opening her up to this.
The water stops hitting me. I blink my eyes open to see Tianna, kneeling before me on the wet tile. She’s put herself directly in the path of the spray, her back and shoulders taking the full force of it as it streams down her. She’s shielding me.
She doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me, her eyes soft, full of a fierce tenderness that makes my chest ache. She sees right through me. She knows exactly what this is. She places a hand on my knee, a simple, grounding touch. Then she leans in and presses a soft kiss to my stomach, right over that knot of fear.
I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Ever since yesterday, I’ve wanted to do this. I’m pretty sure you and Erik are going to have me dick drunk by the end of the week. I all but drooled when you dropped your towel in the closet.” She places a kiss on my thigh, and another on my pelvic bone. Her hair trailing over my cock, caressing it. I groan. “You unlocked something in me, and,” she licks down to my cock, “I want you.”
She isn’t hesitant. She takes me in her mouth and I arch before I realize it. “Baby, can I touch you?”
Her huge brown eyes gaze up at me, and I can’t breathe as I wait for her answer. A slow nod that pushes my cock further back in her throat.
My hand finds her hair, not to guide, just to hold on. To anchor myself to her as the tension in my body finally begins to dissolve, wave by wave, under the exquisite, tender pressure of her mouth. She’s tentative at first, and I let her learn me, even though it might kill me.
Shit, I’m going to come. What the fuck. I can last longer than this. My head falls back against the tile as I try saying the alphabet backwards to stave off my release.
I’m not thinking about threats or strategy or my own failures. I’m only thinking of her. The warmth of her mouth, the strength in her hands, the unconditional love in this single, perfect act.
“Babe, Tianna.” I’m careful not to pull her hair. I won’t break her trust. “I’m gonna...”
She takes me deeper, stretching her tongue out to try and reach my balls. She doesn’t make it. I pump into her as she swallows, then sputters and coughs.
