Loving Her: Complete Boxset (Siri's Heart #1-12), page 84
"That’s one helluva quickie," he says with his mouth buried against my shoulder as his arms wrap around me.
"Yep, it don’t take long to get there when you are high and pressurized."
"Hmm," he chuckles.
We hold each other enjoying the love that flows freely between us now, then his phone rings. It’s an old fashioned ringtone, loud and annoying, and it totally pops the serene bubble of the moment.
Aurei lifts his head and kisses my cheek. "I’ve been waiting on this call." Stepping away, he grabs his jeans and digs for his phone.
I twirl around, rolling my head so I get maximum hair toss, and go back inside, playfully telling him with a British accent. "Laters, Babe!"
"Moore here. Yes, I’ll hold." I hear him say as I walk off.
I can feel his eyes watching me, then I hear, "Hey, Wright."
"Yes, Moore?"
"I’m on hold. Sing Whitney Houston for me while I wait." His commanding tone is back.
Standing in the doorway, I turn to look at him, cock my hip as I put my hands on them, then I cock my head as I lift one eyebrow and let my eyes twinkle playfully to him. "Are you asking or telling?"
"Telling," he laughs.
I twirl around, hair flying, to strut to the kitchen.
"Ok, asking. Please?"
I laugh at him and look back. He stands in the door frame, completely comfortable in his nakedness. The towel laying on top of his pants. I love this man!
Then he adds for brownie points. "With Sugar Bare on top?"
That makes me laugh. "You win. I’ll sing Whitney. What song did you have in mind? She has so many."
"You can pick, but I want to hear you coo too."
"Coo?"
"Coo her vocal runs."
"O.... K...." I smirk, "Whatever."
"Siri, give me your best now."
"I always give my best when I perform." I look insulted at him.
"And no dancing. Just singing." He eyes me with a serious look on his face.
"Why not? I can do both."
"I know you can, but let’s say this is an exercise in self-control."
"Excuse me? You think I need self-control?"
"Oh snap. This isn’t going the way I intended." He smirks now. "I want to hear your beautiful pipes and I don’t want you to dance yet. I’m not ready for the feeling I will get when I watch you. I need sleep first."
I lean forward and smile. "Good recovery. I’ll try."
"There is no try. Do."
I smirk back. "Master Yoda, close your eyes."
"Watch, I will." His eyes crinkle with his laugh. "Extra motivation I will give you. If you belt a full-on rendition of Whitney AND not dance a single step, just stand there and sing, then I’ll not only be on top tonight, I’ll give you both a wild ride and one to remember."
My eyes twinkle wickedly into his and he grins at me. "Challenge accepted."
He leans on the door frame, grinning at me very pleased with himself as I walk to the center of the room. I stand silently, thinking of which song to choose. Then I hit upon the perfect one. I smile, knowing tonight will be one wild night I won’t ever forget.
I look down at the floor and remember my instruction all those years ago when my voice coach wanted me to harness and control my emotions, allowing my feelings to flow through my vocal cords instead of dancing out of my body. He told me, "Your ears are absorbing the song into your heart and with each beat it fills your soul with overflowing joy. It is a gift you have been given. But you must learn to harness this uncontrollable urge to dance and turn it into an unforgettable singing performance. I will teach you to control it and allow your joy to flow through your vocal cords. You will sing a cappella until further notice."
I clear my throat, take the posture I was taught, take several deep breaths, then relax my shoulders, look up at the ceiling, and find my center.
Then I hear Cat’s words as she hugged me in the beginning before each Surreal performance when I was nervous and didn’t really believe in myself yet. "Siri, let your talent go, Baby, go! Believe in yourself. Diva-ness is in the details."
To which I would say with fake confidence as I took a deep breath and stood behind the curtain waiting for my cue. "I got this. Let’s do it."
When I walked out and became the Diva I was impersonating that night, I would hear her cheer, "Faster, Bitch, faster!" And afterwards she would say, "Fuck yeah! You were brilliant."
To which I would reply, "Fuck me! I did it!"
Diva-ness is in the details and I am a Diva of details.
I see Whitney Houston in my mind’s eye and transform myself, taking on her persona of sweetness along with her elegance, grace, and beauty. She was a Divine Diva with the voice of an angel and deserves to be represented that way.
When I look back at Aurei, I am a Divine Diva and I tell him as if I’m performing on a stage in front of a massive audience. "Maximus Aurelius Moore, you are my heart, my hunk and my hero."
I hum the musical score before I begin singing and when I start, I give him everything I have. My eyelids droop, I tip my head back and I express my love for my soulmate. Singing softly at first, completely controlling my breath, my expressive tone and my delivery, I have to release the full range of my natural vibrato to sing the song the way Whitney did.
His amused grin at my theatrics falls off his face and he stands up straight with a look of stunned silence on his beautiful face as I sing, "I Believe In You and Me" from the Motion Picture "A Preacher’s Wife." My performance leaves no doubt what I believe about this beautiful thing we have found. He is my one, my only, my every thang too and I love him.
He smirks, and gives me a man nod when instead of calling him "Boy," I call him "Bare."
I sing to him that we were both lost, but now found and free, that I will always be open to him, and that he is the only one who has ever been deep down inside my soul where the wildness lives. As the song gets more passionate, I belt the words, telling him he is my miracle, my dream come true, and I truly believe in me and you. Us! When I finish, I pause for just a moment, then say, "I love you, Sugar Bare."
With tears shinning in my eyes from the tremendous emotion required to put forth a delivery it that way, I turn away to hide them from him.
"Siri," I hear him call my name. His voice is husky with emotion too and it sounds deliciously sensual in the silence.
Unable to look back without the dam breaking in my eyes and not wanting to turn a beautiful performance into a blubbering sobbing messy one, I simply acknowledge I heard him with a tinkling finger salute, then walk away. A few steps toward the kitchen, I manage to throw him a sassy response over my shoulder. "Like that?"
He says softly, "Just. Like. That."
One Hundred Ninety
I smile as I enter the kitchen, feeling fantastic, knowing because he grounds me and completes me, I was able to pull it off and give him what he wanted. Opening the refrigerator for a bottle of water, I hesitate when I see all the wine.
We should celebrate that performance!
I walk back to the front door to ask him if he would like a glass of wine. The view is to die for. He is facing the pasture standing in the entryway leaning against the post. The towel is draped around his neck over his shoulders. His jeans are hanging on the railing to dry. The rain has stopped and there is only a slight drizzle. The heel of his foot rests against his shin causing his cute ass to be cocked to the side. It looks spank-able, but I’m not going there ever again. I’ll settle for squeezable, I grin.
He looks down as he says, "Moore here." Then listens to whomever. "That’s right.... It was…. No, I’m glad he told you. He’s the pitch man in our partnership. What do you think?" He frowns listening then chuckles. "I knew when I heard the first time." He smiles, looking up. "I’m glad you agree. Do you think my idea is a viable venture?" He frowns again and listens attentively. "This will not effect that contract." He drops his face and looks at the ground. "Yes, I agree.... I had no idea how special." He chuckles, grinning. The crinkles are in the corner of his eyes.
He is so fucking cute standing there naked, discussing business. The naked businessman. Sounds like a concept for Reality TV, Naked Negotiations. I grin at the thought. I might be on to something! Aurei’s grin turns into his beautiful smile and my heart melts.
"If they agree, start immediately with the legal formalities and move forward with the production too. I’ll take care of this end." His face looks radiant, then he laughs out loud and looks up. "Maybe so, but I am also an excellent negotiator…. I look forward to working with you as well." Lightning strikes in the distance and his halo flashes. "Yes, Karma, I’m starting to believe in it.... Moore, out here." He ends the call and in the distance the thunder rumbles. His focus remains on the conversation and he is lost in thought. His eyes squint slightly at the wet grounds then he stifles a yawn.
He hasn’t slept in over 24 hours. Poor Sugar Bare needs a nap!
When the next yawn hits him, he stretches his arms up over his head, and enjoys it fully, arching his back and pushing up on his toes. He doesn’t notice me when I step beside him, so I bump him with my butt. When he drops down off his toes, one arm drapes around my shoulders and he looks down at me. His happiness shines on my face and I grin up at him, then I stare straight ahead and tell him, "Her."
"Pardon me?" His brow furrows, totally confused by my unexpected comment.
"Her. Karma is female."
I see his eyebrows raise out of the corner of my eye. "Are you sure about that?"
"Absofuckinglutely," I tell him confidently as I look out at the wetness with him, then I ask, "Would you like to share a nice, relaxing, glass of wine with me?"
"That sounds good." "Bring it to the bedroom.
I twirl around, and tell him as we head back inside together. "I’ll bring it to the bedroom. You’re tired. Go lay down and rest."
When he turns toward the Master’s Suite, his phone dings and I watch his cute naked ass twitching side to side as he walks down the hall, texting to someone.
Maybe it’s Steve again about the wedding. I smirk, remembering another text from him last night on the way back to the hotel as I search for wine glasses and a cork screw.
*We were thinking a simple ceremony at your farm if that’s ok.*
I typed for Aurei while he drove. *Of course. When?*
*Gaby’s not telling her parents until after the deed is done so I gotta move quick before she changes her mind.*
Gaby took Steve’s phone: *I’m not changing my mind! I’m not the one who couldn’t decide!*
Steve took it back: *I knew she was the one. Tell her.*
Me for Aurei: *He knew.*
Gaby: *You bros stick together, I swear! You know my parents don’t like him and I don’t want to deal with all their drama so the sooner the better.*
Steve: *They like Steve fine. They don’t like that Gaby loves Steve.*
Aurei and I exchanged a look and we cracked up at their discussion. Aurei explains, "They argue all the time."
Gaby: *They don’t like that Steve broke Gaby’s heart, and Gaby couldn’t get over him. Anyway.... Neither of us wants to deal with all their drama.*
Steve: *I’m gonna be a man and stand up to them for her, but not until after we tie the knot.*
Gaby: *Def not until after.*
Me for Aurei: *When?*
Gaby: *Oh! LOL! Wednesday. I’m off.*
Me for Aurei: *Which Wednesday?*
Gaby: *This Wednesday.*
Aurei and I exchanged another look. I confirm which Wednesday with him. "Does she mean this Wednesday? Like in a week?"
"Affirmative."
"Can we make it back in time?"
"Affirmative. We can leave Sunday."
Gaby: *I know it’s really short notice, but can you make it?*
Me for Aurei: *Not a problem, Gaby Girl.*
Gaby: *Love ya, Aurei! And thank you! Gaby Gone Girl!* And Gaby signed off.
Me for Aurei: *Bachelor party Tuesday.*
Steve: *Yes. But Gaby wants a joint one.*
Me for Aurei: *Not a good idea, Bro!*
Gaby again: *I’m not letting him play around anymore! He’s mine! Ask Seary oops I mean Siri if she will dance for us. She’s the only one I trust. I KNOW she is untouchable!*
We both laughed again at the phone and I told Aurei. "I’m down with it, if you are?" I saw hesitation in his eyes. "I’ll put Gaby center stage for Steve to lust after. Trust me. I got this. It’s a routine Fucking Fantasy."
His eyes softened. "I do trust you. Just keep your dance rated R for my local bro’s."
Me for Aurei: *She says yes.*
Gaby: *Fantastic! Here’s SteveO again.*
I grin thinking about the capital O she typed. Clever nickname. Steve gives her BIG orgasms. I knew I liked Gaby. I have to get my ass out in the courtyard tomorrow and dancer-cise! It’s been entirely too fucking long!
I find an electric wine bottle opener. Perfect!
When I open the refrigerator, I call out to Aurei. "Do you want white or red?" He doesn’t answer. "I vote white." I stick my head inside to choose one. There are a lot of different kinds. While I like wine, I’m not really a connoisseur. Examining the different labels, I see Sauvignon Blanc, Riesling, GewürztraminerI, Friulano, Ribolla Gialla, Verduzzo, Friuli, Trentino and Alto Adige. Riesling. I reach inside and pick the Riesling. I know it is sweet. I set it on the counter and proceed to open it then pour two glasses. I hope they realize a joint prenup party means both female and male strippers. I should text Cat to schedule some girls and touch base with the Chippendales for me and see who’s up for it. This short notice I will have to call in some favors to get a good lineup. I cork the bottle with a stopper, and return it to the refrigerator then head down the hall thinking about the logistics nightmare of schedules, commitments, flying commercial, hotel accommodations, etc. As I push open the door to the Bear Cave, I have an epiphany. It would be so much easier to fly the whole Alabama crew out to Vegas instead. Gaby and Steve could get married in one of the wedding chapels after the party and return home 48 hours later as Man and Wife. Problem solved!
When I enter the bedroom, I’m excited to share my idea with Aurei, but the sight I see is one of the sweetest I’ve ever seen. The curtains of the bed are pushed back, tied to the corner posts and there in the middle of the bed lays my Golden God with his hair sticking out in all directions from the towel tousling, laying spread eagle, and snoring softly using his Titty Bare for a pillow.
"Poor pooped Sugar Bare!" I set the wine glasses down on a table, and walk to the bed to admire him. His phone, laying in his open hand, dings and lights up with a text. I quickly grab it to turn the sound off and see that the text is from Paul. It reads. *NP bro.*
Knowing I shouldn’t, but knowing I will anyway, I scroll to read the text messages between them.
Aurei: *Thanks for the update. Sedating Steve is a good idea. Will fly to Alabama on Sunday. Talk Monday.*
Paul: *Steve is one nervous cat. Maybe we should consider sedating him.*
Paul again: *Ruth is out of rehab. She’s a lesbian! She apologized for using you as cover all these years and was just really angry Siri fucked that up. She knew if it got out her parents would disown her. Damn Holy Rollers! Can’t be gay in LA. She’s living with a girlfriend named Rachael. Said it was the best thing to ever happen to her.*
Aurei: *Bro, update.* I chuckle with his clear concise communication.
I take his phone back with me to the table with the wine glasses, set the phone down and drink my wine, mulling over the news. Hmm. Ruth’s real issue was trying to hide being gay? Damn, am I losing my touch? I should have picked up on that. Well, I was territorially jealous! Makes sense she would stalk the one guy who she knew she would never land though. Mr. Untouchable.
The sweet liquid lights a small fire in my gut and I begin to relax and unwind. I smirk again at his nickname. If ever two souls were destined for each other, it is us. If Ruth has moved in with her lesbian lover, then she’ll be fine. The truth will set her free and love does heal a multitude of sins. This is good news. One less thing to worry about.
So Steve is nervous as a cat. Maybe I’ll dance as a cat in a full black latex cat costume, complete with a whip for a tail. Gaby would probably like the whip. I chuckle softly. Not so sure Steve would though.
I put my empty wine glass down and decide to drink Aurei’s too.
I need to text Brutus to let him know about Ruth and I should text Cat and James about the bachelor party.
Aurei’s phone dings and I jump startled. Shit! I forgot to turn the ringer off.
Aurei stirs, then shifts Titty Bare so that he is hugging her tight to his body. He’s just too damn cute!
I grab his phone and slide the lever to vibrate only, and read the incoming text.
Darren: *Tell Siri Angela can’t wait to share her new pole moves. She’s been studying her performance from the party. Let’s get together when y'all return. We can discuss the new venture details over dinner. We are so excited about the possibilities.*
I like them a lot!
I set the empty wine glass down and walk over to the bed to gaze upon the most beautiful man in the world. He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping. It’s hard to imagine the Dark Deity that can thunder across his features. A yawn comes over me and I stretch fully while I enjoy it. Then I strip off the t-shirt, drop it on the floor and remove the ace bandage, letting it unwrap and fall at my feet. My tits sigh with relief at being set free. I cup them and I rotate them around, circulating blood flow. Kicking my shoes off, they flop on top. As I wiggle out of my jeans, I giggle remembering Aurei’s cute 'shuck my jeans' dance. When I step out, I look down at the mess my clothes made and realize if I don’t put them away in the closet, Aurei is such a neat freak, he will wake and clean up after me.
