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“Okay, Sinclair and Buchanan,” Brooke said, smiling back and forth at us. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you color coordinated your outfits tonight. Zac, your shirt is black like the top of Stevie’s dress and your gray pants basically match the silver in the bottom half of her dress, plus you’re both wearing black shoes.”
Stevie and I looked at each other, shrugged, and then started laughing.
“No, ma’am, I promise, we didn’t know what the other was gonna be wearing tonight,” I told Brooke and it was true.
“Oh, I’m just teasing both of you. But isn’t it something how perfectly you match?”
She was looking at Stevie when she asked that question. Then looked back at me.
“Just a coincidence,” I said.
I searched Brooke’s eyes and saw the smile still in them, but I also saw something else: a look of knowing. A womanly knowing. Amotherlyknowing. And all at once, it hit me that Ms. District Attorney knew Stevie and I were having an affair. At least I thought she did. My gut instinct was telling me that she did, but it’d been wrong before.
If Brooke really did know about Stevie and me, then I wondered when it was that she’d found out about us.Howdid she find out about us? Stevie and I had been careful to keep our relationship a secret, but then I remembered the riskthat I’d taken at Mystic Bar on Monday. When I kissed Stevie in the hallway. That had to be it. Brooke must’ve gotten up from the table to go use the restroom and seen me kissing Stevie. Although she’d kissed me back, I put Stevie in that risky position.
Time would reveal what Brooke knew. She would either be confronting me soon or she wouldn’t. If she did confront me, I hoped that after our conversation was over, she’d understand why I couldn’t help but fall into a relationship with Stevie and also fall in love with her. I also hoped that Brooke would let Stevie and me slide on the violation of professional ethics that we’d committed and were still committing by being romantically involved with each other while also being in legal opposition in the courtroom. Although I felt in my heart that she would, Brooke still had a job to do and she took it as seriously as anyone in the Dallas district attorney’s office ever had.
Whatever was done was done. Whatever was known was known and whatever was going to happen would. I wasn’t going to worry about it. What I was going to do was celebrate Brooke’s birthday to the fullest degree tonight. I was going to enjoy the hell out of this gathering of friends and I was going to especially enjoy Stevie being here. And after the party was over, I planned to do exactly what Bash said. I was going to take Stevie’s sequined dress off her beautiful body—but not only that. I was going to run her like a river again.
By the time an hour had passed, Brooke had blown out the candles on her birthday cake and opened her gifts, and every one of us present, celebrating her special day, was having so much fun and feeling so damn good. Drinks had been consumed as well as a mix of appetizers, music had been playing the wholetime and the vibe tonight was electric. Then a song came on that instantly made Stevie and Bash both start dancing around where they were sitting. Bash was next to me and Stevie was sitting across the table from me, perched beside Brooke. And once again, Stevie was moving her body in a way that I wasn’t used to seeing but really liked.
“You know this song?” Bash asked her, seeming doubtful.
“I sure do! ‘Bom Bidi Bom!’”
“And you are correct! You can’t keep still either when you listen to it.”
“And you are correct,” Stevie chuckled, still moving her body around. Then the strap on the right side of her dress fell off her shoulder and made the front part of her dress drop down, exposing even more of her full breasts.
Just like I’d imagined it, Stevie slipped one of her fingers underneath the strap to put it back in its place, and as she was lifting it up, the inner part of her arm pressed against the side of her breast, making it raise up. It was only a couple of seconds but I still caught a glimpse of Stevie’s nipple. Yes, the lights inside Candleroom were dimmed, but there was no mistaking what I saw and there was also no mistaking what seeing it had done to me.
I moved my hand down from the table and adjusted my cock while trying like hell to wish away the growing erection that I had going on at the moment. I glanced over at Bash and he appeared oblivious to what had just happened with Stevie. He was still carrying on his conversation with her about what I knew was another song from the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack, and it was obvious that she loved it as much as “Code Blue.”
“Okay, that’s it! You’ve gotta dance with me, doll!” Bash said, getting up from his chair. Then he motioned for Stevie to come over to him.
She looked at me, smiled mischievously, and then got up from her chair too. I kept my eyes on her as she walked around the table to make her way to Bash and he grabbed her hand. Then the two of them started heading toward the crowded dance floor.
On their way there, Stevie took the clip out of her hair, looked over her shoulder at me and then tossed the clip in my direction. I caught it in my hand and set it down on top of the table, and when I looked up, Brooke and Ian were grinning at me. I grinned back, then returned my attention to my lover and my best friend. I had no doubt they were about to put on one hell of a show.
Bash always had more rhythm than a white boy should ever have. I knew Stevie had rhythm too. The way she moved her body was always like a smooth and fluid dance. Whether she was walking, running, swimming, or moving in time with me whenever we were having sex, her natural rhythm always showed itself.
Bash turned around to face Stevie when they reached the dance floor, then crooked his finger at her to come closer to him and she did. Without hesitation, Bash wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her all the way to him. Their bodies were pressed together, Bash now holding on to Stevie by her hips and she with her arms wrapped around his neck. Then they began dancing together while singing the lyrics of “Bom Bidi Bom” to each other. Not even ten seconds had passed when I realized exactly what kind of dance I was going to be watching for the next few minutes: erotic.
The sway of Stevie’s hips matched Bash’s—the two of them moving together like they were having sex while standing up—and then Bash turned Stevie around so her back was to him. She pressed her body against his and leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder while he moved his hands around her waist and then placed them on her lower abdomen. She raised both herarms and wrapped them around Bash’s neck from behind and they continued gyrating their bodies in identical rhythm.
I saw Bash lean his head down and say something to Stevie, and then she shook her head yes. I didn’t know what she’d just agreed to but it only took a moment to figure out what it was. Stevie and Bash began turning up the heat on their dancing.
He reached for her neck and briefly acted like he was S&M choking her, and then he slowly ran his hand down the center of Stevie, making his way past her breasts and stomach, then coming to a stop at her treasure trove. His fingers were splayed across the front of it, and he moved his hand over to the right and clenched the upper part of Stevie’s thigh.
While he was making all of those moves on her, Bash kept running his nose up and down the side of Stevie’s face and neck. He continued doing it until Stevie turned her head and looked at him. She smiled, Bash smiled, and then he leaned in, bringing his lips within an inch hers. They held that position for several more beats of the song while continuing to move their bodies together. Then Bash pulled back and spun Stevie around to face him.
The next move he made on her was reaching behind her head and grabbing a handful of her hair. Then he pushed her down to the floor. Not all the way but to where Stevie was squatting down with her face in front of his crotch. As they continued writhing their bodies in front of each other, Stevie leaned closer to Bash and began snaking her way back up into a standing position while simulating running her tongue up the front of Bash’s pants, his shirt, his neck and chin—finally coming to a stop at his mouth. Her tongue never touched any part of Bash but I was still about to come unglued.
I wasn’t pissed off about what I had witnessed. I just had a full hard-on now because I’d been imagining it was me dancing with Stevie like that. I wished I could, but there was no way thatwe could even slow dance together tonight without raising those fucking red flags in front of the group.
When the song reached the part where Nick Jonas stops singing and Nicki Minaj begins, Stevie stepped away from Bash and started dancing in a way that not only made Bash’s jaw drop but also brought back a memory of mine. It was when Avery and I went to Scarborough Renaissance Festival in Waxahachie, Texas—an occasion when I would’ve been better off leaving Avery at home.
She and I, along with at least a hundred other people, attended the belly dancing show, and what I saw those belly dancers do on stage was identical to what I was seeing Stevie do now. The circles and figure eights that she was making with her hips, the quick and repeated snaps of them, the belly rolls, the way she was moving her head around, the fluid way she was moving her arms and also the way she was holding her hands were all the same as what those ren-festival dancers so talentedly did.
