Page 29 of A Dye Hard Holiday

I was congratulating myself when I returned to the salon, but my relief was short-lived when I overheard Trent confirm dinner plans with Dare. I took one look at Wren’s face and made a hasty decision that I hoped I wouldn’t regret.

“Wren, you have an important phone call,” I said, lying through my teeth. “I’ll cut Trent’s hair.” I held up my shears and smiled wickedly at Trent. “Right this way,” I said gesturing to my chair. “I’ll be right back.”

I went into the kitchen and sent Gabe a quick text.

Baby, Mere went home sick and Wren wants to kill Trent. I have to do it. I promise it won’t mean anything to me. It’s just business. Love you, bye.

Then I turned my phone off, slid it in my pocket, and hoped for the best.

IDIDN’T DRIVE ACROSStown to the salon to supervise the haircut like I wanted to, especially after Josh turned off his phone after sending the text. Of course, I wasn’t surprised when my call went straight to voicemail. He had made his decision then went about his business. Josh had never once manipulated me by purposefully triggering the possessive beast that lived inside me. He was confident in my love for him and wasn’t starved for attention. I teased him about being a diva, but he was easy to understand once you peeled back the layers and got to the heart of the man.

His love for his—our—salon was a close second to his love for his family and friends. I could tell from his text that he felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. I even chuckled a little at his attempt at humor. It was true that I had nothing to worry about, so instead of making a fool of myself and embarrassing my husband, I remained home and waited patiently for him to come home. Okay, I wasn’t the least bit patient and frustration probably rolled off me in waves as I paced the floor of his dance studio. I assured my raging beast that Josh belonged to us, but he needed more than words; he needed a demonstration.

That’s why I sent Josh a text to let him know where he could find me when he got home and provided an acceptable way he could atone for breaking his promise to me. I wasn’t mad, just annoyed. It seemed like that damn Trent somehow orchestrated everything to go his way. I didn’t like it, or him. I didn’t want my husband’s hands on any part of his body.

“Are you going to make me dance for my supper?”

I was so preoccupied that I didn’t hear Josh walk into his studio. I rounded to face him. I hated the apprehension and worry I saw in his warm eyes. I wasn’t out to punish Josh; I wanted to connect with him in a way that only we shared. “Something like that,” I said, offering a crooked smile to lighten the mood.

“Gabe, I—”

Closing the gap between us, I cut off his words by taking his mouth in a rough, hungry kiss, capturing his gasp and tasting his surprise. I was always so hungry for him, so fucking hungry. It never went away nor did it lessen. It grew with every beat of my heart.

“I haven’t worked on a routine in a long time,” Josh said sheepishly when we pulled apart to breathe.

“Yesterday, I heard a song on the radio and it transported me up to this room.”

“Transported?” I could tell that it took a lot of control for him not to snort.

“That’s what you do to me, Sunshine. I hear a song and see you dancing on your pole.” I placed my hand on his neck then leaned my forehead against his. “I want you to strip down and dance for me, baby.”

I took my seat in the padded chair in front of his pole and watched as he slowly removed his clothes, swaying to a rhythm only he could hear. When he stood in front of his pole wearing nothing but his pair of navy-blue briefs, I hit play on my phone. A shiver worked through me when “Believer” began to play, because Josh made me a believer in all things.

“Nice choice.”

He said nothing else after that, choosing to communicate through spinning and dancing. Josh let the music work through him as he alternated between sensuous moves on the ground or spellbinding moves on the pole that showed off his flexibility and agility. I knew it took a lot of strength for him to look like he was walking on air. I loved watching the ripple and play of muscles beneath his beautiful skin. My eyes locked on his round ass, knowing I would soon part those cheeks and sink my dick deep inside him while he cried out my name.

I didn’t recall the song being so long the first time I heard it, but maybe it was my eagerness to get at him that made it seem longer. I wasn’t complaining though because I asked for my man to dance for me, and he didn’t disappoint. I removed my clothes and coated my cock with lube in anticipation of the moment I could feel his bare skin against mine then crossed the room and captured him in my arms as soon as the last note ended. I yanked his briefs down his legs so that he stood naked in front of me.

Josh wrapped his legs around my waist when I lifted him and raised his arms above his head to grip the pole. “You gotta love a man who comes prepared to fuck.” Josh hungrily licked his lips and said, “So, fuck me already.” He undulated his hips, grinding his ass against my raging hard-on and his dick against my abs.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I slid one hand between Josh’s parted legs to work his ass open while he devoured my mouth like he might not get another chance. Damn, my man knew how to turn me inside out and make my body beg for more. My blood pulsed through my veins, especially along my shaft, making it throb deliciously. The urge to fuck him was greater than my need to breathe, but I didn’t want my pleasure to end too soon.

“Fuck me, Gabe!” Josh demanded, riding my fingers. “I want you inside me now.”

He was as desperate to have me as I was him. Knowing that he was right there on the beautiful edge of sexual sanity with me made it that much sweeter, hotter. My need was ignored so I could focus all my attention on him, and my man loved having his ass played with. I alternated between teasing strokes with one finger where I barely grazed his prostate to pegging the gland with two fingers. Then I pulled out and circled his nerve-laden pucker to ratchet up his desire even more.

“I’ve learned my lesson,” Josh said between gasps of pleasure slash pain from getting so close to his climax before I brought him back down. The desperate way his body shook made both my heads swell.

My reason for demanding a dance from my husband was more out of selfishness than one of life’s teaching moments, but maybe subconsciously I did want to show him that he belonged to me. I lined my dick up to his ass and penetrated him to the base of my cock in one hard push. “All mine,” I growled against his throat.

Josh squirmed on my cock like a worm on a fishhook, but not from discomfort. He wanted me to move inside him. I saw how much he wanted to take control.Not tonight, my love.Suddenly, it was a battle of wills like old times—both of us pushing the other to the limit; neither of us willing to budge. My husband got his way nine times out of ten, but that was one night I refused to give in.

I kept Josh pressed tight between my body and his pole, ensuring that he didn’t have the mobility to work my cock like he wanted to. I knew what he liked, knew what he needed, and set out to show him who was boss, if only for a few minutes. Josh yanked my hair when the combination of the push-pull friction of my cock inside his ass and the drag of his cock against my abs drove him to the edge.

I kept my eyes locked on him as I gritted my teeth and fucked him with everything I had. The Josh I first met would’ve closed his eyes or tried to block me from seeing the love and joy my body gave him, but not the Josh I married. He smiled wickedly because he knew it was only a matter of time before he turned the tables on me, and I would enjoy every fucking second of it.

Josh took a few staggering breaths before his mouth fell open and he came on a silent scream like a sexy mime. His chute tightened almost painfully around my cock, tearing my orgasm out of me. When the last quake faded, I stumbled to the chair with a boneless Josh still draped around my body.