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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHEETAH

I t turns out that I can’t get through dance classes with Kamryn without massive boners taking form. Wearing sweatpants for the first lesson was a colossal and embarrassing mistake. I’ve worn tight jeans since, which hold him at bay but happen to be incredibly painful for me.

Kam, on the other hand, is wildly amused by it and finds subtle ways to touch him when the teacher isn’t looking or does other things she knows will drive me crazy. She wears spandex shorts, tight midriff-baring tank tops, and high heels. Her shapely legs look a mile long. How is a man expected to function with Miss Sex on a Stick grinding up against him for an hour? The struggle is real.

That being said, we’ve been having an absolute blast. In addition to our normal dose of laughs, we basically rub up against each other for an hour and then hurry out to head to my place for more amazing sex. We’re both so worked up by the time we finish the lesson that we barely make it through the front door. Poor Evan has seen more than he bargained for. And our instructor is undoubtedly scarred for life.

Kam doesn’t care though. She never does. Fuck, I love that about her.

She’s getting good at dancing. She’s a natural athlete with a great work ethic. I know she’s practicing in between sessions. It shows. While the ballroom dances are fun, it’s the Latin dances we love. I can’t wait to do one in front of our entire stadium this summer. Their minds will be blown. We decided to wait until mid-summer, just ahead of her season. It will be good PR for the Anacondas.

Our instructor, Ms. Rylee, claps her hands at us. “Focus, you two. We’re almost done. Then you can do…whatever it is you two do when you leave here. Hold your posture, Kamryn.” Kam immediately straightens her back. “Step back with your right foot for the salsa, but then only shift your weight to your left, don’t step.” Kam has been messing that up all night. It’s very unlike her.

I whisper, “Is something wrong?”

She shakes her head. “No, my dad is in the air on the way here right now. You know how much I hate airplanes. I’m nervous. I’ll feel better when he lands.”

“He’s fine, babe. I forgot he was coming tonight.” I look down at my cock straining against my jeans. I guess he isn’t getting taken care of after this session.

As if reading my mind, her lips curl in amusement. “Don’t worry. I have time to take care of that before he arrives. Bailey is picking him up at the airport.”

I let out a groan. “Thank god.”

“She put me in charge of dinner.”

I raise an eyebrow. I wouldn’t trust Kam to make a piece of toast, let alone an entire dinner.

She smiles. “I already ordered Chinese food to be delivered at the time they’re expected home. It gives us a little under an hour for you to make me come at least twice.”

I salute her. “Yes, ma’am. Ladies first. Always.”

She whispers in my ear. “By the way, I’m wearing a butt plug right now.”

My eyes widen as I look behind her back as if I could see it. I run my hand down the middle of her ass. Sure enough, there’s something hard there.

I breathe, “Holy shit.”

She nods and whispers, “I only wore it to fuck with you, but it’s making my clit throb. I need you to place your thigh between my legs. I’m so worked up. I might be able to come from it.”

The problem is that the salsa doesn’t call for that. It’s a sensual dance, but not the most sensual one we’ve done.

“Focus, Kamryn.” We snap our heads to Ms. Rylee as she barks out the order. “We’re almost done.” She’s very clearly at her wit’s end with us tonight.

I can’t worry about her though. I’ve got an erection that feels like the product of the Luminous Lagoon.

I swallow, willing my dick not to break through my jeans. I turn to the instructor and give her my often panty-melting smile. “Ms. Rylee, can we return to last week's Bachata? I think that’s our favorite dance, and we want to perfect it.”

She narrows her eyes at me, and I can feel Kam silently laugh. The Bachata is the most sensual dance and calls for my thigh to be between her legs at times.

Ms. Rylee taps her lip. “Very well. If that’s what you want.”

When she turns to change the music, I grab Kam into the Bachata frame and push my leg between her thighs. She lets out a small moan as her eyes flutter.

She breathes, “Yes, that could do it for me. Just rub a little. ”

I want her to come from this so badly. An orgasm mid-dance? How fucking hot would that be?

Moving my leg as much as I reasonably can, I sway our hips together but grind my leg between hers. Her grip on me immediately tightens.

The music begins playing. The Bachata is a very side-to-side dance, so I continue to sway us. Unfortunately, there are turns, and Kam practically snarls each time I have to remove my leg from between hers to turn her.

I don’t know how, but she stays in the movements. Her hips are doing an extra sway, but I think that’s more about gaining the friction than anything else.

“ Very good, Kamryn,” we hear Ms. Rylee say. “Your hips look excellent in this dance. It’s like making love on the dance floor.”

Something like that.

After the next turn, I push my thigh even harder to her pussy. She moans out, “Oh god, don’t pull away again. Rub me. I’m almost there.”

I manage to discreetly twirl and then pull a lock of her hair before whispering into her ear, “Puedo sentir tu humedad en mi muslo. Me encanta hacer bailar tu cono para mí. Córrete. Ahora.” I can feel your wetness on my thigh. I love making your pussy dance for me. Come. Now.

She sinks her teeth into my neck and bites down hard as her body shakes. I can feel her fluids seep through my jeans and onto my thigh.

Oh fuck. The whole scene is too hot, and I’m too turned on. Feeling her come on my leg is my tipping point. My spine starts tingling, and I come too. In my fucking pants.

I’m in shock. I’ve never done that as an adult. A teen? Yes. Adult? No. This woman drives me crazy.

We’re both panting, a little out of it. I think I blacked out for a second or two. The same goes for Kam .

As her eyes blink open, she looks down at the now-saturated crotch of my pants. Her lips curl in amusement.

A throat clearing brings us back to the present. We look at Ms. Rylee. Turns out we weren’t as discreet as I thought. Her fingers are rubbing her temples. “Get the fuck out of here. Both of you.”

Twenty minutes later, we’re crashing through Kam’s apartment door with our lips locked. I think I saw the weird ginger neighbor scowling at me when Kam and I got off the elevator with her wrapped around me. I swear he’s going to kill me in my sleep one night.

I place her down on the kitchen table, and she breaks the kiss. “I’m going to be eating here with my father in less than an hour.”

“Be sure to think of me when you do. I’m not fucking you on that waterbed. I have PTSD from that thing.”

She giggles as she removes her tight top and her tits fall free.

“Fuuuuck. You weren’t wearing a bra all night?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. I can’t believe you didn’t notice. You usually have a radar for that. I kept waiting.”

Huh. That’s very unlike me. I must be slipping. I’ve been very focused on her legs lately. When she’s in small spandex shorts and those heels, it’s her legs that make my dick hard. I imagine them wrapped around my body, my face, anywhere.

And then there was the butt plug. How was I supposed to focus on her tits with that going on?

By the time my daydreaming is over, she’s completely naked. Fuck, she’s so sexy. Her tropical peach smell is invading my senses. I have to squeeze my dick for a little relief. Yep, he was hard again before we left the studio.

Without another thought, I flip her around so she’s bent over the table with that luscious ass in the air. I fall to my knees and see the end of the butt plug staring at me. Holy hell.

I bury my face in her ass, running my tongue over and around the plug. She wiggles her ass in delight.

Put simply, Kam loves ass play. I’ve never been with a woman so open and exploratory with it. She lets me do anything I want and always gets off on it. It’s so fucking hot.

I slowly slide my tongue down her slit until I reach her clit. It’s completely swollen and practically pulsating. Her juices cover my face. All women should walk around with butt plugs. It’s like a direct line to their clits. It certainly makes my job easy.

Slipping my fingers inside her, I curl them into the spot I’ve come to know like the back of my own hand. I’ve gone down on her quite a lot since Christmas. If we don’t see each other on a given day, I always make up for it by muff diving multiple times the next.

With my fingers still applying pressure inside her, I flick my tongue over her sensitive bundle over and over.

She’s yelling and cursing. She’s going to come in less than a minute. Maybe the fastest I’ve ever gotten her there.

As soon as I apply some pressure to her butt plug, she screams out, “Oh fuck, Cruz. Yessssss.”

She grips the table as her entire body convulses into one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever seen or felt. My face and fingers are gloriously drenched in her fluids.

I stand, and she lies there lifelessly. She breathes out, “Give me a second. I have no feeling in any of my limbs.”

I chuckle. “That’s how I like you. Just spread your legs and lift that pretty ass in the air. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Kam doesn’t like to be a passive bystander in our sex life. She gives as much as she takes. She gets off on my pleasure, just like I get off on hers. But she’s come twice in the last thirty minutes. I think she’s spent .

I pull my dick out, sheath myself in a condom, and slam into her hard and deep. She lets out a loud scream of pleasure.

“Hold onto the end of that table like your life depends on it.”

She immediately obliges, reaching for and then tightening her grip on the far end of her kitchen table.

I then push her legs together and spread my legs wide. I love the added tightness of doing that, and she loves it when I do different things to her.

Running my fingers up the back of her hair, I grab as much as I can, as hard as I can. It forces her body to arch up. She gets off on a hard hair pull.

I know we only have a few more minutes before the food, her father, and Bailey arrive. “This is going to be fast. I’ve been dying for you. My cock is engorged. I might not be sitting in nature’s Viagra, but you make me so fucking hard, Kam bam. So. Fucking. Hard.”

She grits out, “Give it to me. Joderme.” Fuck me . “I want it all.”

With one hand in her hair and the other gripping her hip with bruising strength, I fuck her like a man possessed. I don’t think my cock has ever been this ravenous. She must feel every full vein in me begging for release.

“Me encanta ver ese tapón en tu culo. La próxima vez voy a follarlo.” I love seeing that plug in your ass. Next time I'm going to fuck it .

“Oh god. Yes. Yes!”

I move my hand from her hip to her plug and apply pressure to it.

She screams at the top of her lungs. “Fuck! Yes!”

After just a few more thrusts, we both come violently and very loudly. The whole building might have heard our joint moans of ecstasy.

My body shakes uncontrollably at the impact of the orgasm. Hers does too. She whimpers as she comes down from the orgasm high.

It’s silent except for our mutual loud breathing. I’m sweating through my clothes. I need to go home and shower.

After pulling out, I slowly remove the plug and toss it into the sink. “Do you make butt plug stew in addition to dildo stew?”

She giggles. “It’s my second-best recipe.”

KAMRYN

Cheetah is in the bathroom disposing of the condom while I slip back into my clothes after the mind-altering sex we just had. The whole evening was incredible, from dancing with a butt plug in, to the mid-dance orgasm, to him fucking me blind on my kitchen table. I don’t think it gets better than this.

I take a deep inhale. Shit, I need to spray something in here. It reeks of sex.

As I’m searching for some Febreze, there’s a loud knock at the door. It’s more of a banging than a knock.

I have a moment of panic that it’s my father and Bailey until I realize that they wouldn’t knock. It must be the food.

I open the door to see a scowling Justin. What’s his problem? “Hey. I’m a little busy. What’s up?”

He hands me a big plastic bag. “Your Chinese food was delivered to my apartment because the delivery man thought someone was being murdered in yours. Is everything okay?”

I inwardly laugh before I simply smile and reply, “Yes, Justin. Cruz was fucking me. That’s what it’s supposed to sound like when a woman is being fucked properly. ”

He chokes on his saliva. Sometimes it’s truly fun to shock people with brutal honesty.

I hold up the bag. “Thanks for delivering it. Catch you later.”

I close the door just as Cheetah reemerges. He’s tucking in his shirt. “Who was that?”

“The ginger delivering my food since our noises of ecstasy scared away the delivery man.”

“Should I not fuck you as well next time?”

I twist my lips. “Hmm, no. Keep up the good work. I mean that both literally and figuratively.” I nod toward the door. “You should head out. They’ll be back any minute, and I have a few things to sanitize.”

He stands there for a moment. I think he wants me to ask him to stay. There’s no chance of that happening.

He shuffles nervously on his feet. “Will I see you tomorrow night?”

I shake my head. “No. We’re having dinner at Daddy Tanner’s. Bailey is cooking in his allegedly giant, gourmet kitchen.” She practically orgasms when she talks about his kitchen. “Harper is smart. I was thinking that I might teach her how to play poker.”

He lets out a laugh. “She’s a cool kid.”

“I don’t usually do the whole kids thing, but she’s a sharp one. I can handle her. I’ll see you at our next lesson.”

He hesitates for a moment before kissing my cheek and then leaving.

I’m just finishing sanitizing the kitchen table and laying out the food when the front door opens and Bailey and my father walk through.

After I hug him, Bailey complains that I got takeout instead of cooking. Is she joking? I never cook.

We chat for a bit about the apartment and life. My father appears nervous. He very clearly has something on his mind, but Bailey seems blissfully unaware.

He notices me staring and visibly swallows. “Listen, girls, I want to talk to you about something. I’ve wanted to talk to you about it for a long time. There were a few things about your mother you never knew. Before you jump down my throat, I am not condoning her behavior. She was a shitty mother, plain and simple.”

Bailey and I exchange glances. He’s never uttered those words out loud before.

He exhales a long breath. “She was sick. She suffered from mental illness, depression, abuse of pain meds, and alcoholism. The booze only made her depression worse. It was a vicious cycle with no end. She wasn’t the woman I knew when we were kids. The one I fell for. Her diseases and demons overtook her until she was unrecognizable, even to me.”

I can’t keep quiet anymore. “Why didn’t you leave her, Daddy? You could have found someone else. You could have had more kids.”

His eyes fill with tears. It’s more than sadness. It’s fear. What is he hiding from us?

He places his napkin on the table. “I did find someone else. After you girls left for college, I started seeing someone. Your mother knew about this person. I stayed with your mom as a caretaker, not a husband. I’ve been with a wonderful companion for about ten years now. I hope you don’t think less of me.”

I look at Bailey as his words set in. She has tears trickling out of her eyes. I think I’m in too much shock to emote.

She says, “We would never think less of you. Honestly, we’re relieved. We want you to be happy. You deserve a woman who can give you that.”

Dad flinches. “That’s the thing. It’s not a…woman.”

What the fuck? My father has been in the closet his whole life? “You’re into men?” I ask.

He simply nods with a dash of trepidation in his eyes. Why would he be afraid to tell me of all people?

I don’t know why, but he needs our approval. He needs me to tell him it’s okay, that there’s nothing wrong with him. He did the same for me all those years ago.

I grin from ear to ear as I sing, “I’m a chip off the old block. Best day ever. Let your freak flag fly, Daddy. I’m with you.”

He rolls his eyes at me before nervously looking at Bailey for her response. She slowly nods. “It actually makes a lot of sense. If you found someone who you love and you’re happy, I personally don’t care if it’s a man, woman, or anything else. But, Daddy, why after all this time? How long have you known?”

She’s right. How long has he realized that he’s gay? Or bi. Whatever. That he’s into men. I hate the notion of him feeling like he had to hide his true self.

His shoulders slump a bit. “I grew up in a different era. I think I always knew but didn’t always accept it. Your mother was beautiful back in the day. You girls look so much like her.”

I wince. “Ugh. She looked like a saddlebag with eyes.” Her looks declined rapidly once she began hitting the bottle hard. I hadn’t seen her in person in ten years, but the handful of times she flashed by the screen on our calls with him, I could see that her once-good looks were completely gone.

He sighs. “The years of alcohol abuse took their toll on her. You know full well that when she was younger, she was stunning like you two. We were high school sweethearts. She followed me to college. I experimented a bit while there but always maintained a relationship with her. When she fell pregnant with you two, I did the right thing. I married her. I don’t regret any of it because it gave me the two most precious gems in the world, but when you two left for college, I decided that I would no longer hide myself. That’s when I met Ray. I spend most of my free time with him, but I couldn’t leave your mother to fend for herself. She had no other family, and I couldn’t afford a hospital. I took care of her and spent time with Ray. He’s been understanding, but now I’m going to officially move in with him. I’m selling the house. The bags I brought are a lot of our belongings and some of your awards and trophies from over the years. Take what you want and do as you please with the rest. Ray’s house is beautiful. I don’t need to bring anything but my clothes.”

I’m practically bouncing up and down with excitement for him. “Is he hot? Can we see pictures? When can we meet him? I need to meet the man who makes my father happy. Maybe a little interrogation too. I need to make sure his intentions are honorable.”

Dad replies, “Perhaps I’ll bring him with me on my next visit, or perhaps you two will actually come home now that…things are different.”

Bailey stands and hugs him. “I’m so happy for you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I then stand and join their hug before whispering, “Want to get matching rainbow flag tattoos?”

He chuckles before we pull apart and sit back down. He looks at me. “I’m sorry for how your mother acted toward you when you came out. I should have done more. She knew my…preferences and blamed me for you. It was a dark time for us.”

I let this all register. I don’t care about me at this point, I care about him. “She knew about you before Ray?”

He nods. “Yes. She always knew I preferred men.”

I shake my head. “Why did she want to marry you?”

“There’s a reason you only had my parents as your grandparents before they passed.”

Bailey looks at him. “Because hers were already gone.”

He shakes his head. “No, they weren’t. Not until you were five or six. People like your mother aren’t born that way. No one is born filled with hatred and bigotry. They’re made into that by their surroundings. If you think she was bad, you should have seen her parents. She wanted to get away from them. She saw me as that opportunity. For me, she was my opportunity to hide my true self. It was almost a business arrangement in which we both benefited. I know you think she got pregnant on purpose, to trap me, but she didn’t. She wanted me to play professional ball and support us.” Our father was a college basketball player but had to stop playing when my mother became pregnant with us during their senior year. “She was doing a little modeling at the time. When she became pregnant, I had to get a job to make us money. She couldn’t model anymore. You two arrived, and everyone oohed and aahed over how gorgeous you were. She saw you as her new meal ticket and…lost her way.”

I cross my arms. “It was more than that.”

He nods. “I know. Once you made it clear how much you hated modeling, I fought her on the issue. I know it took longer than it should have. I tried to make all three of you happy. In the end, I failed her the most. The misery consumed her until she turned into someone I didn’t recognize. My guilt over that is the reason I chose to take care of her all these years. But when I see how you two turned out, the amazing women you’ve become, I know I did something right.” Tears fill his eyes. “You both have such pure, kind, and caring hearts.”

I shake my head. “Bailey does. I don’t.”

“No, Kamryn, you do,” he says more sternly than normal for him. “Just because you’re more abrasive and a bit of a button-pusher doesn’t mean all those attributes aren’t there.”

Bailey nods her head. “Of course you’re all those things, Kam.”

I’m not going to sit here and argue with them. I know what I am.

He grabs both of our hands. “I’m closing the chapter on my past and looking forward to the future. In the words of the artist Henri Matisse, ‘There are always flowers for those who want to see them.’ I’m choosing to see only flowers moving forward. Let’s start off by you telling me all the good things going on in your lives.

I can’t believe my babies are going to be Olympians. My mother will dance in her grave when you guys are on the podium.”

Our grandmother was an Olympic champion swimmer. We were about fourteen when she passed. She left my father her gold medal, which my mother sold to support her habits. I’ve never seen my father as angry as the day he found out.

Bailey shrugs. “I’m not sure I’ll be on the team, Daddy. Ripley, Arizona, and Kam will for sure.”

I shake my head. “Don’t put yourself down. You’re just as good as us. We’re all going. That’s the plan. It always has been.”

Our father nods in agreement and then turns his attention to me. “What about you, Kamryn? Are you serious with the baseball player you brought to the funeral?”

I shake my head. “No, he’s my fuck buddy.”

He sighs. “Can you please not talk like that in front of me?”

“Okay. He’s my sex friend.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not any better. It was nice of him to come to the funeral.”

“We were away. I was…umm…helping him out with something.”

“Like what?”

“It’s better you don’t know.”

Bailey wiggles her eyebrows. “They’re taking dance lessons together.”

I sigh. “That was my Christmas present from him.”

Dad’s face lights up. “Dance lessons? That’s wonderful. I remember you begging to take them as a little girl, but your mother felt like you didn’t have time with all your modeling commitments.” He winces. “I should have signed you up myself.”

I don’t want him to feel bad. “You’re forgetting to see your flowers, Daddy. Yes, we’re enjoying the dance lessons. Better late than never, right?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s feeling guilty, and I don’t want that for him. I ask, “Now that you’re not housebound, do you and Ray have any plans?”

I see a small smile form on his lips. “I don’t have much saved, your mother drained what we had for her…habits, but I’d love to save for the next few years and then do some traveling. I’ve never be en anywhere. Hell, until today, I hadn’t left the state of Florida since your college graduation. What I wouldn’t give to see the world. My time is coming.”

I rub his hand. “That’s awesome. I can’t wait to follow your new adventures.”

Bailey begins to clear the dishes, but I hear a gasp as she approaches the sink. I look at her, and she mouths, “I’m going to kill you.”

It takes me a moment before I realize why. With the kitchen table cleanup, the search for Febreze, and the food delivery issues, I forgot all about the butt plug Cheetah threw into the sink. I can’t help but let out a laugh as I encourage my father to bring his bags into Bailey’s room so I can clean up the sink.