Breakaway (4 page)

Sydney watched Dean make a snowball
and followed his lead. When he placed his snowball on the ground,
she placed hers on top of his. “Like so?”

“Yeah, like so!” He smiled. “You’re a
natural already!”

“Not bad for a roo –whoa!” Sydney
slipped on some snow and lost her footing before Dean caught
her.

Dean looked down at Sydney. Her cheeks
were flushed with a deep pink color, though he couldn’t tell if it
was the weather or her makeup doing that. He did know, however, she
looked like a snow goddess to him. “Are you okay?”

Dean felt so wonderful and comforting.
His strong arms cradled her body and she quickly got used to how
amazing he felt. His eyes glittered in the sunlight and he looked
amazingly hot. While she loved, highly admired, and respected the
fact he was being a perfect gentleman, Sydney was getting a little
tired of the gesture. “I’m good. Thanks.”

Eight

“Your nickname is what…?”

Dean shook his head and rolled his
eyes over dinner with Sydney. After an extraordinary day of
building more snowmen and participating in a snowball fight with a
group of kids, the pair retreated back to their suite and watched
movies for the rest of the afternoon. Needing a break from their
suite, Dean took Sydney out to dinner at the hotel restaurant and
scored a private booth.

They spent the better part of the
evening really getting to know each other. He found out she’s open
to most types of music and was a not-so closeted fan of Taylor
Swift. She discovered he liked to paint, though he admitted he
wasn’t “that good at it.” He discovered she was the youngest of
three, with two older brothers. Her parents were tenured professors
at San Francisco State University. She found out he was a hardcore
hip-hop head and proclaimed A Tribe Called Quest was one of the
best hip-hop groups ever.

When she asked him about hockey, Dean
went into great detail to describe hockey terminology to her,
though he could tell some things went over her head. It was pretty
clear, however, his nickname was clearly understood. “The Lunatic,”
he repeated, “that’s what they call me.”

“Now are you a fun crazy like a Will
Ferrell movie? Or are you a
sitting-in-the-corner-watching-me-sleep-while-you-eat-a-banana type
of crazy?” She smiled.

“You’re nuts.” Dean
chuckled.

“I’m just saying…”

“I wouldn’t eat a banana.”

Sydney briefly paused and caught the
twinkle in Dean’s eyes. “I saw what you did there.”

“You like that?” He asked.

“I like that,” she nodded.

“Hockey is fun but it’s brutal. Either
you kill or you are killed. I’m friends with many of the guys off
the ice but on it, it’s anyone’s game. I’m going to let my boy
score just because we had a barbeque the other day. Hell, no!” Dean
scoffed. “I will buy him a beer after the fact, though.”

“Awww…” Sydney grinned. “That’s so
sweet.”

“Shut it.” Dean laughed and Sydney
joined him. “So Ms. Sydney…”

“Yes, Mr. Dean?”

“You’re beautiful, funny, and
incredibly sexy.” He leaned back into his chair. “I have to ask you
why you’re single.”

Sydney took a sip of wine and let the
fruity liquid roll around her tongue before she swallowed. It was a
good question that she didn’t quite have the answer to. She didn’t
quite believe in the old adage of choice or circumstance but her
bad luck (or was it simply bad taste?) in men made her wonder if
she was the real lunatic. “I’m a good girl who wants the bad boy
and somewhere in there, I realize the bad boy is an asshole so I
get left alone.”

“Why do good girls want bad boys?” He
asked. “I never understood that. There are plenty of good guys out
there.”

“And those good guys live in their
mama’s basement playing Dungeons and Dragons while drinking their
third Mountain Dew.” She chuckled. “Bad boys are exciting and a
little dangerous, living on the edge. Good girls keep their noses
clean for the most part so we like that danger, that
ummph.”

“That ummph?”

“That ummph.”

Dean leaned forward and Sydney noticed
the sparkle in his eyes. “Do you think you would be able to handle
my ummph?”

Sydney’s heart slammed against her
chest and for a brief second, she had to remember to breathe. She
swallowed hard and let out a sigh. “Say what?”

“You said you like that
danger, you want that
ummph
…I’m giving you an opportunity.
Can you handle mine?”

Sydney found the courage and met
Dean’s challenge. “If you’re suggesting a one-night stand, that
ship done sailed a long time ago, partner.” She purred.

Dean reached over and touched fingers
with Sydney. She immediately felt a heat surge through her body and
it pooled between her thighs. Once again, she had to focus on
breathing. “Who said anything about a one-night stand?”

“You’re seriously suggesting a
long-distance relationship?” She asked. “Yeah, I can see why you’re
called The Lunatic.”

“I’m suggesting I want to see where
this goes, starting with tonight.” He pressed. “It could be nothing
or it could everything.”

Sydney bit back a moan. She did not
like the feelings Dean created within her. He looked like a dude
that had a big-ass neon TROUBLE sign over his head. She knew his
type; she’d been with his type. The type of guy who would straddle
a girl against the wall before he threw her across the bed and
mount her, leaving her head spinning, and wondering exactly when
did cuddling become sexing as they watched a movie.

Dean was a nice guy and perfect
gentleman, which she loved. But now he showed her his deviant side,
which she had no idea how much she craved until that
moment.

“What’s going on in that beautiful
head of yours?” He asked.

“I’m just thinking,” she slightly
shrugged.

“If it’s that whole respect thing in
the morning, I’ll assure you I will.” He promised.

“No, it’s not that.” She
replied.

“What is it?”

“I’m just wondering if I’ll
respect
you
in the
morning,” her lips turned up into a sensual curl, “because I’m
about to make you sing like a canary.”

Nine

It felt like he was on set of a porno
titled, ‘Dean Gets Lucky.’

It sounded cheesy and he could admit
he watched more than his fair share of cheesy porn. But who really
watches porn for the wonderful acting and thoughtful
dialogue?

When Sydney surprised him with her
bold request, Dean was taken aback. Make him sing like a canary? He
wanted to laugh. How many women had promised him the best blow job
of his life only to see his cock and wonder exactly how many licks
would it take to get to the tootsie roll?

Sydney was different.

She had a sexual aura – though she
tried to quiet it – that simmered through her being. Her words, her
attitude, her intellect. Even how throaty and slightly raspy her
voice was – a combination of a breathy Marilyn Monroe and a woman
who had age and experience on her side – turned him on. It turned
him on the first night he met her. Willpower and overall respect
for women is what held him back. Plus, it was a nice change of pace
in getting to know someone instead trying to figure out her
fellatio technique over dinner.

“I’m going to jump in the shower,” she
said as they entered the suite.

“Okay,” Dean nodded and removed his
jacket.

Sydney turned back to him. “Come with
me,” she offered.

Dean raised an eyebrow. Normally, he
would be the one to offer a mutual shower to a conquest; now Sydney
was doing it to him. He was impressed. He pulled his shirt over his
head and began to unbuckle his belt. “Gladly.”

Sydney walked into the shower and
stripped in front of Dean. He leaned against the bathroom door as
he watched her put on a show. Little by little, each piece of
clothing landed on the floor. First went the too-tight sweater that
barely contained her ample breasts. Second went the jeans that
hugged her ass so deliciously.

She began to remove her bra and
panties when he stopped her. “Allow me,” he replied in a husky
voice that dripped with sexual heat.

Sydney felt her pulse quickened as
Dean stood behind her. His fingers were a little calloused from the
hockey play but surprisingly smooth to the touch. She could faintly
smelled the whiskey on his breath as he leaned closer to her,
pressing her lithe body against his.

Damn he felt wonderful. He smelled
incredible. She felt a slight quiver between her moistened folds
and briefly closed her eyes as it reverberated throughout her
body.

“I want you to look at me.”

His demand forced her eyes open and
Sydney locked them with Dean. She watched as he slowly removed her
bra and cupped her breasts. A hastened sigh escaped her mouth as
she anticipated his touch. His hands carefully moved down her torso
and he pulled the lacy fabric down her legs.

When he stood back up, his mouth
rested against her neck. His eyes never moved from hers. “You’re
incredible,” his voice came out hard and husky. “Absolutely fucking
incredible.”

Sydney felt like a goddess and behind
her was her king. She didn’t know if he said that to other woman
and at the moment, she didn’t really care. All she knew that it was
just them in an unknown world outside and heated desire inside a
small room.

She knew the heat she had for Dean went beyond
just knowing him for a few days. She wanted to feel she belonged to
someone and that someone desired her. She was no longer going to
fight any feelings, just succumb to the pleasure, and possibly
love. Maybe, just maybe, Dean could give her exactly what she
needed.

He pressed his lips against her neck
and Sydney moaned in pleasure. The velvety roughness of his lips
combined with the heated flesh of hers was almost too much to bear.
She closed her eyes and her head fell back against his chest,
relishing his hands exploring her nude body, inch by
inch.

The light stubble of his cheek grazed
her neck as he gently kissed and suckled on it. A hand traveled
down to her sex and Sydney willingly accommodated his request. His
fingers were gentle yet skillful, finding her core over and over,
tickling the swollen bud that peeked through, and making her ride
his fingers. He kept his mouth pressed against her neck and the
other hand steady around her waist as he watched her reaction
through the mirror. Her nipples were hardened, her flesh was hot,
and planted expression of ecstasy was etched across her
face.

He got her where he wanted
her.

When she climaxed, her body stilled
and a soft moan escaped her lips. She briefly opened her eyes and a
soft glazed took over. Her mind was in a stormy cloud of emotions
and Sydney almost forgot where she was.

“Now that we’ve warmed up,” Dean
removed his jeans and underwear, “it’s time for the
show.”

****

There’s more?

Sydney didn’t know if she
was excited or quite frankly, scared. Show? What show was he
expecting? What show was she supposed to put on? Wasn’t it
her
talking shit over
dinner, promising to make him sing like a canary?

Now he had her head
spinning, giving her a quick and body-rippling orgasm in seemingly
record time. And he promised her
more.

Shit.

She stepped into the shower and
enveloped herself under the stream of running water. She soon felt
his hands around her body and she turned around to greet him. His
eyes sparkled and there was a proud smile on his face.

“Hey there,” he winked.

“Hey.” She smiled back.

His mouth claimed hers and Sydney was
taken to a new level of arousal. Their lips repeatedly met each
other’s, almost in a frenzied desire, as if it would be their only
chance. They both knew it wasn’t true but neither wanted to take
that chance. Their love, once it matured and available for them
both to accept, wasn’t worth the risk.

Sydney relished in the velvety
roughness of Dean’s tongue against hers and opened her mouth more
to accommodate. He was full of experience but there was something
else. He was surprisingly gentle yet assertive, as if he was softly
demanding her to do whatever he wanted.

She wouldn’t put up a
fight.

A small shudder coursed through
Sydney’s body as Dean’s hands once again wandered all over hers.
His touch was meticulous and gentle, wanting to feel every bit of
curve and heat within her body. Her sex became flushed with arousal
and for a brief time, she forgot where they were. It no longer
mattered.

She felt him pressed against her and
she softly played with him. So thick, so long, so…wonderful. He
grew more into her hand the longer she played, feeling the mushroom
tip, and the width of his shaft, all the while wondering how much
he would hurt her.