Free Sway by Lauren Dane Page A

approved. Hearty.
    Perfect for a cool evening.
    “Are you cold? I have robes if you
    like.” He took her hand and she
    grabbed her glass, following him into
    the living room.
    “I have post-sex warmth still.
    Unless you’d prefer it.”
    He barked a laugh and when he
    sat, she sat at his feet, her head
    resting against his knee. He sucked in
    a breath, unable to resist a caress
    over her hair, dark and so soft. “It’s
    safe to say I’m more than fine with
    you being naked. I just didn’t want
    you to get a chill.”
    Turning her head, she looked him
    up and down. “Thank you. I think you
    should know that I find shirtless men
    in worn jeans and bare feet to be one
    of the sexiest things ever.”
    That warmed him. “Thank you. So
    tell me about your ink.”
    “My dad’s family, my grandmother
    and
    grandfather,
    were
    first-
    generation Americans. But when I
    was a kid we went to Mexico a few
    times every year to visit extended
    family. Anyway, some of my very
    first memories were of the colors in
    my great-aunt’s house. Reds and
    yellows, blues and greens. Bright and
    vivid. It’s part of who I am.” She
    brushed her fingers over the ink on
    her shoulder and upper arm.
    “The woman on your shoulder
    reminds me of Frida Kahlo.”
    “It’s actually based on a painting
    my grandmother did.” The tattoo was
    of a dark-haired woman, a flower
    tucked behind her ear. Her face was
    made up like a sugar skull. Flowers
    and other bits and bobs, all Mexican
    folk art, surrounded her, flowing to
    her back in a spill of big red roses.
    “When it’s totally finished, the
    back will be a side view of a
    woman, praying hands, flowing hair,
    with a sugar skull face like the one on
    my arm.”
    “It’s beautiful work.”
    “Thank you. The big piece on my
    back is being done by the brother of a
    friend. He owns a tattoo shop in
    Seattle. I’m hoping to have it all done
    by the end of next year. What about
    your ink?” As far as she could tell he
    only had the one on his forearm.
    “Sometimes something happens
    and you were there, but everyone
    tells it differently and you begin to
    wonder what the fuck is true
    anymore. And the version most
    people think is real is not always the
    truth, but it doesn’t matter.”
    “The importance is in the lesson?”
    He nodded and she wondered what
    it was he meant. What had happened
    to him that made him mark himself as
    a reminder.
    “I think,” he said, placing his glass
    on a nearby table, “you should ride
    my cock.”
    She grinned. “I think that’s a really
    good idea.”
    He pulled a condom from his
    pocket. Thank goodness he had one
    nearby. She had them in her bag of
    course, but now she wouldn’t have to
    move to get it.
    “Why don’t you stand so I can get
    those off?” She slid her hands up his
    denim-covered legs.
    “Out here?” He looked around.
    “Unless you have other ideas.”
    He looked to the bank of windows.
    “Are you worried people will
    see? Or do you hope they will?”
    His pupils swallowed the color in
    his eyes again as he visibly got
    himself in check. She couldn’t deny
    loving how it felt to affect him that
    way.
    He stood and she unbuttoned his
    jeans, pulling them down so he could
    step from them. But he didn’t sit right
    away. He moved to the fireplace and
    hit two switches. One turned the
    overhead lights off and the other
    turned the fireplace on, sending
    warm, golden light through the room.
    He did that for her.
    “Your body is amazing.” She
    twisted her nipple bar, noting the
    way his gaze went to her fingers,
    noting the way he straightened and
    headed to her, his face very intent.
    “Thank you. Coming from you
    that’s quite a compliment. Does that
    feel good?” He sat in a different
    chair, this one a chaise of sorts.
    “Yes.”
    “Is your pussy wet?”
    She nodded.
    “Good. Come over here.”
    She smiled and did it, grabbing the
    condom and ripping it open. Kneeling
    between his legs, she rolled it over
    his