Turner found her performance one of the best he’d seen and this trip turned out to be worth it. She definitely could be the Rae he’d searched for. He could see the little girl who held the stuffed rabbit from the old picture.
He showed his investigators badge to the bartender and explained that he needed to speak to her. The owner came out and asked him why. All Turner told the man was that her brother looked for her due to a death in the family.
After about a half hour, she came out from behind the stage. Her hair was tied up in a scrunchy and she wore tight jeans with a pale blue cable knit sweater. Instead of the three inch spiked heels she had on a pair of flat tennis-shoes.
She walked up to the bar alone and sat on a stool two down from him. “Jake told me why you’re here. I think you may have me confused with someone else. I don’t have a brother.”
“My name is Turner Black and I’ve been hired by your half-brother, Stewart Tarver, to find you, Miss Sibley.” He looked at her as she leaned over the counter and snagged a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. She really was gorgeous and he admired her ass as she moved back down to the stool. Her eyes were a light caramel color and she had a little sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
“The name is Smith, not whatever you just said.” She took a sip from the shot glass.
Turner took the old picture out of his pocket. She looked at it. He watched her and saw her eyes squint. It was a dead giveaway and he’d learned how to read people over the years.
When she sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, he knew she remembered that photo.
“According to your half-brother, this picture was one of the few times you met him and your father.” He knew by the look in her eyes it was familiar.
She pushed it back at him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Black. It’s not ringing any bells.”
This goddamn woman is stubborn, Turner thought.
* * * *
When Rae looked at the picture she saw a little girl with a stuffed rabbit in one hand and an older boy stood next to her and held her other hand. That stupid rabbit was the only thing she had left of her mother and would never give it away.
“I think it does ring bells, Miss Sibley.”
“Smith, as I said. I’m Rae Smith.”
“Your father passed away about a year ago and your half-brother’s looked for you since.”
“Mr. Black, I never met my father or any brother. I’m an only child. My mother died when I was twelve. I’ve been on my own ever since. She never said anything to me about a brother.” She swallowed the vodka and put the lid back onto the bottle.
“Miss Smith, I know your history.”
“You know nothing about me.” She slid off the stool and started back to the dressing room. Grabbing her jacket and bag, she walked out the back door of the building, rounded a corner and there stood Mr. Black by a dark grey Toyota Prius. Good gas mileage, she thought, arched her eyebrow and started to walk past him.
“Miss Smith, could I give you a ride home?”
“No thanks,” she said and kept moving down the sidewalk.
The engine started in the car and she realized he followed her. When she got to the corner, she stopped and looked at him.
“So, you’re a stalker and all that other story was bullshit?” She bent at the waist and looked at him through the window.
“No, I’m not a stalker. Can I buy you some coffee? There is more to explain.”
She started across the street and as he motored through, she turned left and headed another direction. Her apartment was only a few blocks away, but if she cut through the alley, she could go in the back way. He wouldn’t be able to follow her.
She saw a light flash in the corner of her eye and looked over her shoulder. Her pace picked up and the alley turned about one-hundred feet away.
“Look, what do you have to lose? You’d be able to finally open that dance school you always wanted,” he shouted from the car window.
Rae stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him. There wasn’t any way possible he could know what she wanted.
He didn’t think he’d ever live through this night. Her breasts were full and beautiful and he wanted to put his mouth on her hard rosy nipples. One of his hands moved up her side and cupped the outside edge. He put his thumb on her bud and he found it hard to breathe as her pelvis continued to move. She’d slid closer to him and bumped against his cock.
“Sweet God in heaven, that’s nice,” he whispered.
She leaned forward and lightly ran her lips over his neck. He felt her warm breath on his skin and his other hand moved under the side of her skirt and slid onto her butt cheek. The muscles tightened and released as she moved and Turner didn’t think he’d ever felt anything so sensual.
“Last night, when you said you didn’t lick your nipples, I wanted to offer to do it for you, but didn’t think we’d known each other long enough. May I?”
“As long as you’re aware that’s as far as it goes. You don’t get to mess with my pussy.” She arched her eyebrow. “Would I be able to give you a hand job?”
“Sure, yeah.” This was a night he would long remember. He never expected anything like this would occur.
“Let me up a second,” she said and moved off his legs. She went to a cupboard and pulled out a towel. “Drop your slacks and shorts.”
While he stood and undid his pants, she put a towel over the seat of the chair. He pushed his pants down and his cock sprang free and twitched. She licked her lips and walked up to him.
“I don’t want your ass to stick to the chair seat. It can be uncomfortable.”
Turner sat back down on the towel and watched her slip her skirt off. She still wore the black lace hip briefs she’d worn during her dance and he could see a bare pussy. He suddenly wanted to take those off her and tongue fuck her, but it wouldn’t be allowed. He could look at her body all night if she let him.
She placed another towel over his thighs and then re-straddled his thighs.
“Do you kiss, Rae, because your lips look incredibly tasty.” His voice went a bit hoarse as he felt her fingers circle around his cock.
“No, sorry. No kissing.” She moved her hand down to the base and tightened her grip.
His hands slid up to her breasts and then under her arms to pull her closer to him. When his lips took one of her nipples into his mouth, Turner thought he’d gone to heaven. She sucked in a breath and began to work his cock in long, slow pulls. Her thumb moved over the head and her pelvis began to thrust gently again.
The thrusts began to push against his cock and her hand moved up and down in time with her rocking hips. His hand moved to the breast he wasn’t sucking and pinched her nipple. She hissed in his ear.
“Turner, you’re making me very hot,” she whispered in his ear and bit the lobe with her teeth.
“Fuck, tell me about it. Please, let me kiss you.” He groaned.
“Oh, what the hell,” she said and put her mouth over his.
He almost jumped out of the chair when her tongue touched his and gently swirled around his mouth. It felt so soft compared to the way her hand was gripped tightly around his cock, moving up and down. His hips wanted to pump so badly, but she had everything under her control and he liked it. The way she sucked and licked his lips, the way she bit his chin and scraped her teeth along his jawline just about made him nuts. He felt ready to throw her onto her back and fuck her like a pile-driver.
She smiled down at him and flicked her tongue and kissed him again. His hand moved to her neck and he held her mouth to his, gaining a little control back. The other hand felt up her leg and his fingers moved under the side of her panties. He felt the warm folds were wet and as his middle finger slid into her hole his thumb circled around her clit.
“Oh God, you’re so wet. I’d love to fuck you,” he whispered, licked her neck and bit down on her collar bone.