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Danika

I sit absentmindedly channel surfing, I’m going out of my mind!

It’s Saturday night and I’m stuck in my apartment. I should be getting ready to have an amazing time with Rach at ‘Treats’ the new male strip show Christmas special that’s on tonight, but no here I am!

Why you ask? Well, because my mom has banned me from going out that’s why! She said and I quote;

You need to stop getting off your face drunk and sleeping around to get over Gregory. Give your flower a break. You’ll need to keep it as new as possible for your future husband.’

I know right? Embarrassing. I actually laughed in her face thinking she was joking, until I looked at her face, it was as serious as if she were telling me that someone had died. I relented with a roll of my eyes. I’m acting my age, getting drunk and making stupid mistakes. She thinks I have a problem and still trying to get over Greg, but I’m not, it’s been four years, I’m over him and his Neanderthal ways. Me man, you woman, you stay in kitchen make cinnamon twists! He had this idea that we would get married, I would stay at home and clean the house and raise a hoard of kids. Needless to say I told him to go find a woman who was willing to live like that because I certainly wasn’t. I was cut up at first, we had been together for a year, I love him, but I don’t think I was in love with him anymore. Besides she doesn’t know what really what went on in our relationship and that’s the way it’s staying.

Do I want to find ‘the one’? Yes I do! I would love that more than anything but it just hasn’t happened, I thought I had found him at one point with Gregory, but nope the flames went out as quick as they were lit. I thought I could get away with sneaking out, 27 years old and have my own apartment to sneak out of? What a joke! But nope she called all the bars and clubs and told them not to let me in until she said otherwise. Damn having a brother big in the Club business.

Gah I hate my Mom sometimes. No, that’s a lie. I love her to death.

My cell beeps alerting me to a text message.

*What are you up to? B x*

I can’t help the stupid grin that appears on my face. I’ve been on a couple of dates with Bradley and I’ve really enjoyed them. He funny, charming and so hot! My heart rate picking up just thinking about him, what’s that all about?

*Bored. Going crazy. You? D x*

*Was thinking about you. B x*

I feel a blush raise on my cheeks.

*That’s dangerous, lol. What you thinking about? D x*

*Funny. You want to do something? B x*

I stare at my phone in disbelief, my palms start to sweat and my heart pounds hard so hard that if I was a cartoon you’d see it beating outside. Shit! Mom! I can’t tell him I have to ask my mom first, I’ll look pathetic.

I scroll through my phone and call my mom, she answers on the second ring.

“The answer is no.” She says and I can hear to the amusement in her voice. She’s enjoying this way too much.

“You don’t know what I’m going to ask yet. I could be away to ask you if you wanted to go see Tom Jones in concert with VIP access for all you know and you’ve just said no.” I tease.

“Very funny Danika. I know you’re calling to beg me to let you out. Not happening.”

“Mom, I’m not a kid anymore.” I sigh picking at an invisible piece of lint. I understand why she’s doing it but Bradley could be the one and she’s standing in the way of that I see won’t let me out. “I have a date tonight.”

Silence. “Really?” she asks. “You have a date and you’re not just saying it so I let you out?” she’s acting like this is some kind of ploy and she’s shocked that I even have a date. Gee thanks mom!

“I’ll take a selfie if you don’t believe me.”

“What?! I do not need to see evidence of that young lady.” She screeches down the phone. I double over with laughter when I realise what she thinks I mean.

“Mom! No!” I’m laugh. “A picture taken by me of me and my date!”

“Oh! Well selfie means something completely different in my day.”

“Well, will you let me out?” I ask. Jesus! I realize how truly absurd this whole thing is! I’m 27 and asking my mom who lives 10 miles away from me permission to leave my apartment. “Mom, you do understand how ridiculous all this is, don’t you?”

She sighs. “Your father and Adam said the same thing.”

“Mom, I’m just having fun. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m always safe when I go out and I usually end up at The Escape. Alex is there most of the time to keep an eye on me.”

“But what if one night he’s not there or you go home with a serial killer.” I hear Dad chuckle in the background. “It’s not funny,” She scolds him.

“Mom, I’m going on a date with Bradley. I won’t be coming home with anyone.” I reassure her. Well maybe Bradley will come back, butterflies start fluttering in my stomach thinking about him spending the night.

“Fine.” She sighs.

“Mom, I love you.”

“I love you to sweetie. Stay safe.” We hang up.

*Sure. D x*

*Good. I’ll pick you up at 2.30pm. B x*

I look down at my watch and see it’s 12.30pm. I leap off of my sofa and run to my closet and start pulling all of my clothes out until there’s a huge pile all over the floor. 2 hours! He isn’t giving me a lot of time to get ready!

I stand staring at the vast amount of clothes strewed all over my room. Shit! An hour and a half to go! What do I wear? I have no clue where we’re going or what we’re doing. I grab my cell from my bedside table and text Rach.

*S.O.S. Need help!!! Date with B!*

I just set my cell down I hear my front door open and Rach is standing in front of me.

“Jeez did you walk through the wall?” I tease.

“I’m your fairy godmother, I’ll make your wish come true!”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I giggle.

“Do you want my help or not.” She folds her arms across her chest.

“Please!” I beg. She claps her hands like a seal and starts rummaging through my clothes.

“Ah ha!” She shouts in victory holding up a dress I haven’t worn in 3 years.

“No way! I can’t wear that!”

“Why not?” She smirks knowing fine well why!

“The last time I had that dress on I slept with a guy barely out of his teens!”

“I bet Bradley would love to rip you right out it!” she winks walking past me pushing the dress into my arms. I sigh knowing I won’t win this. “Besides your ass and boobs look shit hot in it!” She shouts from my closet. “You need to show him what treats you have under all these clothes!”

Rach has worked her magic again by doing my hair, make-up and waxed every inch of me. I called her every name I could think of with every hair pulled, she laughed like the sadistic person she is!

“There.” She grins at me putting my necklace on she had bought me for my birthday. It’s white gold half a heart with my initial and birthstone and she has the other half, because well, she’s my other half. “What’s wrong Dan?” She frowns when she sees me fidgeting.

“I’m nervous.” I admit. “Is that silly? I mean I’ve been on dates before, but this feels different.” My voice higher than normal. “I haven’t felt like this since Greg. No, that’s not true. I’ve never felt like this.” I start chewing on my thumbnail. I’m terrified!

“Dan,” she reaches over, takes my hand to stop me from ruining my manicure. “This is a good thing.” She beams at me. “It’s exciting.” She bounces on the balls of her feet excitedly.

I stare at her, my heart hammers against my chest, I start feeling faint. This can’t normal. Can it? Rach guides me to my bed sitting me down.

“You really like him huh?”

I rub my hands down my thighs and nod.

“I get a funny feeling when I hear his name.” I explain. “I can’t be falling for him after just a few weeks, right?” I look at my best friend hoping she can shed some light on what I’m feeling.

She takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Dan, how many romance books and movies have you watched?” She lifts an eyebrow. I’ve read over a hundred romance books and watched even more romance movies.

“I know, but those things don’t happen in real life.”

“The heart wants what the heart wants Dan.” She pats my leg standing to leave. “Just enjoy and be yourself Danika. You never know, he could be the one that you’ve been dreaming of.”

She pulls me in for a hug and leaves me to my thoughts.

***

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, “You can do this!” I whisper into the mirror looking at my reflection, smoothing my hands down my jeans, I hear a knock at the door.

I open the door and smile when I see Bradley holding a bunch of flowers. Holy shit he looks amazing, wearing a maroon shirt that made his chocolate brown eyes pop, and a pair of slacks and chucks, I smile at his choice of footwear.

“Wow.” He looks up and down my body. I changed out of the dress Rach picked out, I looked outside and seen the snow begin to fall, besides I wasn’t sure where we were going. So I opted for my skinny jeans, grey jumper that falls off of one shoulder and my grey slouch boots. “You look beautiful.” I feel my face heat with embarrassment.

“Thanks,” I bit my lip and open the door wider to let him in.

“These are for you.” He smiles bending down to kiss my cheek handing me the flowers. Forget me nots and white roses. My heart swells, he remembered me telling him what my favourite flowers were.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” I bring them to my nose and breathe in. The scent of the roses hit my nose causing me to sneeze.

“Bless you.”

I sneeze a couple more times, damn it! This is embarrassing. I fill the vase full of water and place the flowers in.

“Sorry.” I apologise and wash my hands.

“Why are you apologising?” he sounds amused. I look over at him sat on one of the breakfast stools leaning forward with his arms crossed in front of him. I can’t help staring at him. His dark hair, bulging biceps marked with a tattoo peeking out of his dress shirt, his panty melting smile and his chocolate brown eyes framed with long lashes. I wonder if everything else is as long as his eyelashes. “Danika?” Shit.

“Huh, um… I don’t know.” I stutter. He clearly caught me staring and checking him out.

“I was checking you out too.” He winks as he comes to stand next to me. We stand staring into each other’s eyes, the air starts to crackle with electricity. I swallow, what feels like my heart in my throat. God I want him to kiss me.

Licking my lips I try to tear my eyes away before I jump his bones. “We should go,” my voice comes out all breathy and weird. I cough to clear my throat still staring at his lips, silently begging for them to kiss me.

“We should.” He says lowly, he moves in closer mirroring my expression.

I jump when I hear a knock at my door and slink past Bradley to see who it is.

“Adam? What you doing here?” I ask confused as hell. “Is it mom? Dad?” I ask panicked at the thought of something happening to them. Mom works with patients with psychiatric disorders and Dad is a police officer, both equally dangerous lines of work.

“No they’re fine. I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out.” He walks in without an invite. Why can’t he go to Alex’s and bug him?

“I’ve got plans.” I race after him. Please don’t go in the kitchen. I silently plead.

“So I see.”

Bradley and Adam stare at each other for what seems forever. I haven’t told anyone but mom and Rach about Bradley and me yet. Why you ask? Well for one I don’t know what we are yet. Two, my three brothers and my dad would give him the third degree on how they think he should treat me. I really like him, I don’t want them to scare him off with their stupid threats.

“Bradley,” Bradley holds out his hand for Adam to shake. Adam looks over to me and I plead with him to be nice and not be a dick. He reaches out and shakes it.

“Adam,” he looks him up and down like he’s sizing him up. Don’t be a shithead I think to myself, hoping that by some miracle he’s started reading minds. He pulls him closer, still holding Bradley’s hand. “You dating my sister?” Here we go!

“Adam!” I scold. He doesn’t even take his eyes off of Bradley. I can’t believe he’s doing this! Neither of them pay any attention to me so I flop down on my sofa waiting on Bradley to run for the hills. I can come up with ways to kill my over-protective brother while that happens, I’m sure mom will forgive me when I tell her he scared off the one guy I can see a future with. Whoa! Where did that come from?

“Yes.”

I decide there’s too much testosterone going on in my apartment so I break them up. “We should get going Bradley.” Walking over I take Bradley’s other hand and pull him towards the door.

“Look after my little sister! I know how to kill someone and make it look like an accident.” Adam shouts. I text Rach to tell her that Adam is at my place and if she could lock the door when they go back to hers. They’ve been dating for about 6 months now. It was weird at first but I’ve grown accustomed to them being together.

“I’m sorry about him. He just gets over-protective of me.” I feel the need to explain Adams behaviour.

“You really need to stop apologising sneezy.” I look at him, he has a smirk on his face obviously loving his new nickname for me.

“Whatever Rocky.” I giggle shaking my head thinking back to our first encounter. He punched a guy for making inappropriate comments to me and touching me even when I said no. He chuckles as we enter the elevator. The atmosphere sky rockets ten-fold as soon as the doors close I risk a glance over to Bradley and I see he’s already looking at me, I smile shyly and revert my eyes back to looking at my shoes. Jeez woman up Danika! I scold myself.

We walk to his car, the crisp November air leaves me regretting my attire choice.

“Where we going?” I enquire. He grins and looks at me from the corner of his eye and taps the side of his nose.

“You’ll see.” He winks.

We drive for another 10 minutes, I gasp when I see what we pull up to.

“I remember you telling me you wanted to go see a classic movie at The Redford Theatre.” He looks at me with a sense of pride, his eyes gleam watching my reaction. I can’t help my actions, I throw my arms around his neck and whisper thank you in his ear. His arms come around my waist and his face in the crook of my neck.

This has always been a dream of mine to come back here and live out my childhood memory of mom and me coming here to watch Casablanca when I was 10, but with my schedule at the hospital and moms schedule we never have the time to come back.

“What movie are we seeing?” I ask giddily as I pull away from him bouncing from foot to foot, I feel like a kid on Christmas morning.

“It’s a Wonderful Life.” He says as we walk hand in hand towards the theatre doors. I stop in my tracks, he turns looking at me perplexed as to why I’ve stopped. “Danika?” My eyes well up, he’s too good to be true. Pull yourself together. “Hey. What’s wrong?” He stands in front of me placing his free hand on the side of my face.

I shake my head, “Nothing. It’s just you seem too good to be true.” I admit. My grandma always says, if something is too good to be true, then it probably is. He smiles a little and kisses me lightly on the lips.

“This is me. I want to spoil my girl.” Hearing him call me his girl does things to me. The butterflies feel like a herd of elephants stomping in my stomach. “Now come on, let’s get warm and eat our weight in popcorn.” Flutters of snow begin to fall as we walk into the theatre.

***

We barely make it out of the elevator and we begin stripping each other’s clothes off.

He slams me to the wall kissing me hard. His body pressed against mine trapping me with his arms at either side of my head. “You’re so fucking beautiful!” His eyes never leaving mine as he leans in kissing me slowly and tenderly. I bring my arms up and around his neck my fingers running through his hair, scratching gently with my finger nails. He groans against my mouth as his tongue slides between my lips and begins to explore my mouth like it’s searching for its mate.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my body starts to tingle all over. I feel like I’m a volcano ready to erupt and he’s igniting a flame that has been dormant for years. All I needed was a spark and here he is!

“We need to get to my apartment.” I whisper against his mouth, reluctantly pulling away from him.

He nips my bottom lip gently and runs his tongue over it to soothe the area. Jesus!

“Don’t want to give your neighbours a show do we?” He give me a sideways smile, I almost cum right then and there when he looks at me with hooded eyes.

“Why not?” I kiss along his jaw. “Might be the most action they’ve seen in a long time.”

I hear a click of a door opening and a waft of cinnamon hits my nose. Seriously! How the hell can she not have a headache with that smell?! If it’s this strong out here, Lord only knows what it’s like in there!

“You kids nowadays have no shame!” She scolds us. I turn to see her with her arms folded, hair in rollers with a net over it, a purple knee length robe and matching fluffy slippers. “Coming in at all hours having intercourse for all the world to see.” She tuts, shaking her head and slams the door. Bradley and I look at each other and burst out laughing.

“Who the hell was that?”

“Meet my nosey neighbour, Mrs Twitcher.” I turn to unlock my door. Once in I start to feel really insecure and have a weird feeling in my stomach. What if I’m not what he’s looking for? Does he get the same feelings as I do when I’m in the room? I’m not the skinniest of girls, I have hips, I have an ass, I have big boobs, and I have a little meat on my stomach.

What the hell? Where has this come from? I’ve brought a few guys back here but none near as amazing as Bradley. He’s kind, sweet, incredibly handsome and to top it off… a fireman! He needs to put out this fire I have going on in my panties!

“So…” I swallow in an attempt to swallow my nerves. I rub my hand up and down my arm, avoiding looking into his eyes. I get so nervous around him sometimes, I feel like I’m back in high school on my first date and other times I can be the most confidant woman alive. It’s a weird feeling.

“So…” He walks towards me until he’s standing directly in front of me. I just stare at his broad chest, his top buttons undone so a little chest hair poked out. He’s not like a bear or anything, a light brush of hair, which is just enough.

“Do you… um… Do you want a drink?” I stutter walking around him towards the kitchen. “Shit.” I whisper gripping the sides of the counter top. What the hell is wrong with you! You have an Adonis of a man standing in front of you, instead of jumping his bones you avoid him by asking him if he wants a drink! You should be drinking him! A voice scolds me.

I feel arms circle my waist, hot breath on my neck. “Everything okay?” he says softly in my ear.

“Yeah. Just need a glass of water.” I lie. I needed a breather. I turn, he’s there directly in front of me again. I’m trapped between his body and the kitchen isle, nowhere to go, the air is stifling and crackling like little firecrackers are going off about to go into full fireworks any moment. My heart gallops inside my chest, never in my life has a man had this much of an effect on me. I’ve been with my fair share of men but Bradley? He’s something else.

He gently places his hands on either side of my face, tipping my head up, my eyes still downcast until he speaks again. “You don’t know how beautiful you are do you?” he says softly tugging a lose piece of hair behind my ear. I look up, looking into his chocolate brown eyes that are staring back at me. “You are Danika.” His kisses me lightly on the lips sending shockwaves through my lips down to between my legs. Shit! He could say anything to me now and I will be putty in his hands.

I want to believe him, I really do. I know I’m not ugly but something sticks in the back of my mind from my past that’s reluctant to agree with him. I put on this front to everyone else I’m this confident young woman but in reality I have a lot of self-doubt like everyone else. He brings his forehead down to mine.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” It’s like he can see through my façade. He takes my hand. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Second door on the right.” My voice sounds husky.

He leads me to my bedroom, flicking on the light as he closes the door and backs me up against it. “Danika. I’m going to ruin you for every other man you will ever come across, but if I have it my way the only man who will be doing this to you will be me!” He brushes his finger tip along my jaw, down my neck to my collar bone. My breath hitches at his vow. “No man will ever feel the same.” Cocky bastard! I love it! Shit, I’m so confused, one minute I’m insecure the next I’m this confident sex kitten. He kisses along the path his finger just made. He makes his way back up to my lips. “Are you prepared for what I have been wanting to do to you since I seen you in that hot as hell Poison Ivy costume?”

“Yes,” I murmur with my eyes closed waiting on his kiss. I feel his hand move round the waist band of my jeans, he unbuttons them and siding his hand inside, his fingertips graze over my white lace panties. A moan escapes my mouth, I open my eyes to see him staring intently at me, his eyes turning almost black with lust. I’m so focused on him I don’t feel him move his hand into my panties and lightly brush over my opening. He teases me open, pushes a finger into me followed by a second stretching me. I take a sharp intake of breath. His thumb teases my swollen clit with gently circles and just enough pressure.

“Fuck!” I moan out as he continues to torture me with his fingers.

“You like that?”

“Oh God… God yes!” I grip his shoulders as he ups his speed. “I’m close.” As quick as I said those words he removes his fingers. I’m about to complain but his lips are on me before I can say anything. The kiss starts off as a tender slow kiss but quickly turns into a hot, mad passionate kiss. Our tongues battling against one another like they’re battling in a war. He grabs my leg behind my knee hitching it around his waist pressing me further into the door. I can feel his rock hard erection through his slacks, begging to be free. He rocks his hips obviously wanting some sort of friction. He reaches down to the hem of my sweater, pulling it up agonisingly slow, his fingers brushing my waist and ribs, he breaks the kiss looking at me as he pulls it completely off, he brings his hands up and pushes the straps of my bra off of my shoulder, lightly kissing each shoulder, he hooks his thumbs in the sides of the my jeans pulling them down along with my soaking panties, I kick my boots and other garments off leaving me in my lace bra. My chest rises and falls rapidly as my heart beats wildly against my rib cage. He stands back looking at me, I realize that the light is still on I reach to switch it off.

“Don’t.” His voice thick with need. “I want to admire your hot as hell body.” A blush creeps up on my cheeks, it’s so hot you could probably fry an egg on them. “You don’t need to be shy around me Danika. You’re beautiful.” He slides one hand into my hair, using the other to tilt my head making me look at him. “I’ll continue to tell you until you believe it, not only in here,” he touches my temple indicating to my head, his touch feather light as he makes his way down the side of my face, my neck, my collar bone leaving goosebumps in its wake. Stopping at the top of my breast, placing his hand flat on my chest, my heart hammering against his hand. What he says next has me swooning. “But in here too.”

How the hell did I get so lucky with this guy? I mean seriously! He’s like a character in one of the many romance movies I’ve watched. Suddenly, he falls to his knees in front of me lifting my left foot kissing up my calf stopping to kiss the sensitive part of my knee, then continues up my inner thigh. He kisses around my pussy, teasing me relentlessly. Bradley places his hands on my hips to keep me still as he tortures me.

“Please,” I beg, my voice sounding desperate. Fuck I am! I need him to give me this release that I crave! I need either his fingers, his tongue or his dick in me. He can do all three for all I care. I just need a release! “Bradley, please!” I beg once again.

“Tell me what you want.” He mutter lowly against my skin, kissing down the apex of my thigh.

I’ve never done this before, usually I’m drunk off my face and the guy just gets down to it! Even with Greg it was just the same, silently make me cum then went to sleep.

“Tell me what you want.” I stay silent. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me!” his lips leave my skin and he sits back on his heels. Looking at his determined face telling me he’s serious. I muster up the courage to tell him, only it comes out much harsher than I intended.

“Fuck me with your tongue, your fingers, your cock! I don’t care just make me cum!” I look down at his amused face when he doesn’t do anything. His eyes sparkle and a sly grin appears on his beautiful face.

“Your wish is my command,” his tongue is on me in seconds, he flicks my clit making me hiss and my hands instinctively go to his hair pulling at it as he continues his assault. Shit, I’m so close. I rock my pussy against his face begging for more friction, his hold on my hips gets stronger to stop me moving. “Stay still.” His voice muffled against my skin.

Thank God he’s holding me up because if he continues teasing me like this I’ll be a puddle on the floor. “Please.” I beg once again, my head falling back against the door. He sucks, licks and nips my clit until it all becomes too much I explode screaming out his name.

© Allana Walker 2015

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