Move (Club Kitten Dancers Book 1) (5 page)

Cooper

I go to work each day and work on completing my checklist of “things to do before I deploy.” It’s boring as hell, but worst of all, it keeps me from spending too much time with Bailey. Still, I text her every chance I get, which usually ends up being on my lunch break and after work.

The more time we spend together, the more I dread telling her I’m leaving. How will she react? Would she be open to waiting for me? Is that even fair to ask her?

I’ll be out of communication for most of my deployment. Yeah, I can send letters and emails, but they won’t be regular, and most girls need regular.

Most girls need normal.

When I’m not working, I spend all my spare time with her. I’m addicted. She’s like fire and ice. She’s sweet and sour at the same time, strong and fragile all rolled into one.

When it comes to Bailey’s family, though, she’s timid and nervous. She doesn’t want to mess up her relationship with her mom. She doesn’t want to do anything that’s going to hurt her mom’s growing relationship with the English professor.

Part of me wishes I could punch the asshole in the face. Who does that? Really? Who dates their student’s mom? Only, it’s already happening, and there’s not much either of us can do but accept it.

So Bailey calls me, and I listen to her rant. I’ll pick her up and we’ll drive around, make out for awhile, and talk about our problems. We’ll share our secrets.

We’ll do everything together but talk about the future because for me, it means saying goodbye, and for her, it means accepting the world has moved forward.

A few weeks go by and we settle into a strange, comfortable routine. I’ll drive her to work sometimes or to pole class. I haven’t seen her dance at the studio, but her body is getting more toned and flexible every day. When she’s sore or has bruises from learning a new move, I’ll massage her, give her a bubble bath, lotion her skin until she feels good again.

Is this what falling in love is like?

Is this what it means to lose yourself in another person?

There’s a part of me that’s scared of this. I never expected to fall in love, especially not at Forrest AFB. There are a lot of rumors that surround this duty station and even though I’ve heard story after story of people falling in love here, I always thought it was ridiculous. People have said there’s something in the water and now I think it might be true because Bailey is the best damn thing to happen to me.

“I want to show you my new moves,” she tells me one night. We’re in my dorm room. I’m not supposed to have girls overnight, but it’s one of those rules that’s not enforced unless your commanding officer doesn’t like you.

Luckily, mine thinks I’m amazing.

“Is that so?” My dick is instantly hard. It’s always hard around her, but her dancing? That really does it for me. Bailey has never taken dance lessons before. This is her first time. Somehow, I can’t believe she’s never tried it before because her moves are unbelievable. She’s unstoppable.

She turns on the music and pushes me back onto my bed. I’m on my back. I push up on my elbows and watch her begin to sway to the music. My feet hang off the bed and I wiggle my toes, getting comfortable. Bailey just smiles.

Everything about her is teasing, seductive. Her moves are natural, but perfectly calculated to excite my dick even more.

Bailey twists her hips, moving them in slow figure-eights. Her shirt comes up, up, up. She pulls it over her head, then tosses it aside. She slowly moves her hands up her stomach and over her black lace bra, cupping her breasts as she does. She turns in a circle, shaking her ass, moving her hands up and down her body.

She never stops moving her hands.

As she dances, I imagine it’s my hands on her. I imagine I’m the one making her groan, moan, bite her bottom lip.

I want to yank her pants down and slide my hand between her thighs, feeling just how fucking wet she is for me, but I know have to wait.

With Bailey, it’s all about the control, the teasing.

It’s all about making me at her mercy.

And that’s just fine with me.

Slowly, she slides her black pants off. She always wears them to work. Her uniform is casual: black pants with a brightly colored shirt. I don’t mind the plain pants, though. They hug her ass perfectly, making her soft, round cheeks look even more delectable.

I suck in my breath when I see she’s not wearing panties.

“Like what you see, airman?” She winks. The coy little dancer actually winks and keeps moving, never missing a beat.

Bailey massages her breasts, runs her hands all over her body, and finally comes close enough to the bed where I can reach out and touch her.

“No, no,” she shakes her finger at me. “No touching.”

“Strip club rules?”

She nods.

“We’re not in a strip club.”

A look of surprise crosses her face and I take advantage of her surprise. Reaching out, I grab Bailey and yank her close to me, then crush my lips to hers.

Fuck.

Yeah.

She tastes so damn sweet I can barely keep myself from coming right now. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I do want to taste her.

All of her.

“Come here, gorgeous,” I pull her onto the bed with me. She’s straddling me now, but she looks confused because I’m still dressed and she’s not.

“Let me take your pants off,” she smiles, but I shake my head.

“Climb up on me,” I say. Bailey looks confused, so I hoist her higher and push her bottom until she’s straddling my face.

“Um, Cooper?” She sounds nervous. “Is this what you…um, meant? Is this okay?”

“Lower yourself onto my face, Bailey. I want to eat your sweet pussy.”

“I’ve never…”

“It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Bailey, if you don’t start riding my face, I’m going to go insane. I want to feel you come while you’re riding me so get down here, baby.”

That’s all the urging it takes, then I feel her sweet lips reach mine. I kiss her, then lick and suck on her body. Her sweet honey flows over my tongue and I lick harder and faster. Bailey moves her hips slowly at first, but as her arousal increases, she gets more into it and lowers herself onto me even more.

I grip her hips and pull her down more tightly, licking and sucking her. I know Bailey has never been touched like this before, and the truth is that I haven’t touched anyone like this before, either. I’ve never wanted to, never felt that urge.

Oh, I’ve gone down on women before. I’ve had experience, but I’ve never had someone ride my face. There’s something so animalistic about the experience. There’s something so raw and passionate. There’s something freeing about the way Bailey has completely exposed herself to me and the way she trusts me enough to try this.

I feel her body tense as she nears her orgasm and I pick up the pace.

I want her to come like this.

I want her to come so hard she’s riding my tongue like it was made to bring her pleasure.

I want her to come like there’s nothing else in the world she’d rather be doing.

I want her to come until the only name on her lips is mine.

I want to make Bailey come and then I want to do it again.

And again.

And again.

She explodes. Bailey cries out as she pushes down on me and I tenderly lick up and down her lips. I slide my tongue over her soft pussy, tasting every bit of her orgasm, feeling her tremble on my mouth.

And then she slides down into my arms, wrapping them around me, and Bailey kisses me.

It’s the most tender moment of my life and it’s also when I realize I don’t want to live without her.

I don’t want to spend another day without her.

I want all of her.

Bailey is young. We both are. It’s probably stupid to want to get married so young or to think I could be lucky enough to have found “the one,” but that knowledge doesn’t change the way I feel. I love being around her.

I love touching her.

Holding her.

Bailey kisses me and all my pain disappears. She touches me and everything else vanishes but her.

She’s all I see, all I want, and with my upcoming deployment, all I can never have. It wouldn’t be fair to ask a girl like her to wait around for me. It wouldn’t be fair or right, so I hold her with the knowledge that soon, I’ll have to say goodbye.

Soon I’ll have to accept that she’ll move on.

Soon I’ll have to know she’ll find someone else.

But for now, for right now, she’s in my arms, so I hold her and whisper and tell her how beautiful she is.

After a few minutes, she starts lazily tracing her finger down my chest.

“I should, uh, return the favor,” she says quietly, running her hand lower. My dick has never been harder, but it’s not the right time. Not just yet.

I stop her, holding her wrist, and bring it back up to my chest.

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “Tonight I just want to hold you.”

She rests her head on my chest.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind. I’m good at it, you know.”

“I know.”

I stroke her hair for a minute, then Bailey starts talking again.

“That was really fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had a good time, too. You’re sexy as hell, Bailey.”

“Stop.”

“It’s true.”

“You always flatter me.”

“You deserve to be flattered.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the only one who thinks that.”

“Dominic was an asshole.”

She laughs, but it’s a dry, humorless laugh.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“I want you to know not all guys are like that. Some guys are better than that, Bailey. Some guys see your worth.”

She cocks her head, as if it’s the strangest thing she’s ever heard, and then she kisses me softly.

“I should go. It’s late.”

“You could stay.”

“You’ll get written up.”

I shrug. There are worse things in life. I don’t really care if I get in trouble for having Bailey sleep over.

“Let them write me up. Stay.”

“If you really want me to.”

“I want you to.”

“I might get horny in the middle of the night.”

“I know just how to make you feel better.”

She laughs loud, then. She laughs bright and my soul feels complete with her in my arms, then Bailey and I settle in for the night and I wish for the millionth time that I didn’t have to leave.

Bailey

“My mother wants us to have dinner with her and my professor.”

“Scranton?”

“Yeah.”

“And your mother?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Cooper spits out the word like it’s on fire in his mouth, like he can’t quite believe I would invite him to a family function.

“Why am I inviting you or why does she want us to have dinner?”

“Both.” He raises an eyebrow and I roll my eyes. Men. Still, at least he isn’t being weird about it the way Dominic would. Dominic was obsessed with my mother. She doesn’t know why we broke up and I doubt I’ll ever tell her. It’s too stupid and embarrassing.

“Because you’re my…I mean, I thought we were…” My voice trails off as I realize we’ve never actually defined our relationship. There’s never been a moment when we were like, “Hey, we’re dating!” We haven’t changed our social media relationship settings or anything like that.

We’ve just…been together.

And I like it.

I like that with Cooper, there’s no pressure to be anything or define anything. We can just be us.

“Yes?” He takes a step forward. We’re in the middle of my kitchen making pasta. Kasey is off in her room doing whatever it is she does in there, so we’re basically alone.

“I care about you,” I finally blurt out.

“Oh, Bailey.” He reaches out and strokes my cheek. I lean into his touch the way I always do because with Cooper, I can’t control myself. “I care about you too, Bailey. So much.”

“Then…”

“Dinner with your mom?” He whispers.

“Dinner with my mom,” I nod.

“When?”

“Tomorrow.” I squeak it out because it’s so soon and I know it’s not going to be fun. I’m only going to appease her. She actually doesn’t know Cooper will be joining me because even though I care about Cooper, I kind of want to keep him for myself. I kind of don’t want my mom to know about him yet. I kind of don’t want to share him with the world.

“Tomorrow,” he repeats.

We start kissing and fire shoots out over my skin. He ignites my body, plays me like no one ever has. Cooper knows exactly what it takes to light me up and he wastes no time.

We’re so involved in the kiss that we don’t even notice Kasey until she’s snickering beside us.

“Gross, guys. Get a room.” She pushes past us to the fridge, giggling as she grabs the milk and pours herself a glass.

“Sorry. We were just talking about going to my mom’s tomorrow.”

“So I heard. You’re brave.” Kasey eyes me up and down, then takes a sip of her milk.

“What makes you say that?” Carter asks. “Her mom can’t be that bad, can she?”

“I don’t know how to put this delicately, but Bailey’s mom is a huge bitch.”

“Kasey!” I protest, blushing furiously. What the hell? Where is this coming from? Granted, she and my mom haven’t always gotten along, but a bitch? Really? Is that kind of talk necessary?

Kasey puts a hand on her hip, then looks at me.

“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, Bailey. Honestly, I should have told you a long time ago, but let’s get real, okay? I kind of figured you knew how your mom was, but just put up with it. Then everything with Dominic happened. Now stuff with Professor Scranton is happening, and where is she?”

“What do you mean?” I narrow my eyes, not liking where this is going.

I don’t like that suddenly, Kasey is shattering the image I have of my mom.

Like it or not, I’ve always considered my mother to be a good role model. I’ve always considered her to be someone who really, truly cares about me.

The idea that she’s less than perfect doesn’t sit well with me.

It hurts.

Kasey sighs and shakes her head, like she can’t believe she has to do this in front of Cooper.

Cooper.

What must he think of this?

As Kasey watches me quietly, my head is filled with all the times my mother hasn’t been there for me. I’m suddenly remembering all the times she was out drinking instead of picking me up from school on time. I’m thinking of all the times she was out with her friends instead of coming to my recitals. I’m thinking of how when I told her Scranton was my professor, she already knew and thought it was funny.

I’m thinking of how I didn’t tell her about Dominic because I knew she’d blame me.

Who does that?

Who blames the person who got cheated
on
?

Shouldn’t the cheater be the one who gets blamed?

That’s not how my mom will see this, though. That’s not what she’ll think when she finds out what happened between us. No, she’ll think I did this on purpose. She’ll think I pushed him away, so he had no choice. She’ll think I was bad in bed, so it was only natural he turned to my cousin.

She’ll think everything is my fault.

I feel like my entire view of her is being shattered as Kasey watches me, waiting to hear what I’m going to say back to her, only I don’t have anything to say because honestly, I know she’s right.

I just don’t want her to be.

“Bailey, your mom is never there for you.” Kasey runs a hand through her hair. The effect is ruined by her huge milk mustache, but Cooper hasn’t said anything yet, and I’m not going to, either. She can be a little bit embarrassed. Just for a little while.

“I think that’s enough,” Cooper begins, but I hold up a hand.

“It’s okay, Coop. She’s right.”

“I am?” Kasey’s eyes go wide. “I mean, I think I am, obviously, but I’m surprised to hear you say it. You’ve always been so supportive of your mom.”

“I think you’re right about everything. I’ve just been too blind to see it.” I turn to Cooper and smile wistfully. “Sorry, Cooper. You had no idea what kind of crazy you were walking into when you started dating me. I get it if it’s too much for you to handle.”

He laughs and pulls me close.

“This is nothing, baby. Nothing. You have a crazy mama. So what? We all have some sort of issue. All of us. Every person on this beautiful planet has some issue that makes them hard to live with. Yours isn’t so bad in the grand scheme of things.”

“What’s yours?” I ask before I can think about the consequences of blurting it out. Immediately, I regret speaking, and I slap a hand over my mouth. Kasey squeaks, then leaves the room quickly, obviously not wanting to witness this.

But Cooper doesn’t freak out. Instead, he rubs my back slowly.

“I don’t want to tell you,” he says. “Especially not now. I suppose it’s as good a time as ever, though.”

“Tell me what?” I ask quietly, my heart sinking a little. I try to brace myself. I don’t want to, but it’s time. It’s time to accept the reality of the situation. Cooper Lance is perfect. He’s everything I could possibly want in a guy, but there’s something he needs to tell me. It’s so horrible that he doesn’t want to.

Maybe it’s my own awful history with men, but to me I’m wondering if this means there’s another woman.

Has he fallen for someone he works with? An Air Force girl would be perfect for him. They could talk about their jobs and uniforms and duty stations. They could eat at the chow hall together and they could hang out in the common room at their dorms.

They could do anything. Everything.

Besides, what do I really have to offer a guy?

Despite being one of the best new students at Club Kitten, my self-esteem suddenly plummets as I wonder what horrible news he’s going to drop on me.

“I’m going to deploy in a couple of weeks.” He looks sad as the words fall from his lips. “And I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”