Free Chasing Love's Wings by Zoey Derrick

excitement.
     Which makes me wonder if Ty is planning on proposing to Jolene tonight and if that
     is why Cami is stupidly giddy about the evening. She shuts me down like nobody’s business
     when I try and ask her about it. It’s actually quite cute.  
    Once we are done filming in Montana, I have about three weeks off before I’m due in
     New York for my next film. If all goes according to plan, Cami and I will be spending
     my break in Tarah once again, but that’s a secret I’m keeping to myself.  

    Cami is standing in the bathroom at the mirror. She’s just finished with her hair,
     which of course looks beautiful — pulled over one shoulder and held back by a flower
     similar to the one she wore in Tarah for one of our dates. Her beauty is something
     I can’t get over. It doesn’t matter if she has raccoon eyes or if she is wearing no
     makeup at all, which doesn’t happen often. But tonight I am more interested in the
     fact that all she has on right now is a black lace bra, matching panties, and lace
     top thigh highs that are being held up by a matching garter belt.  
    Her panties leave very little to the imagination and I can’t help but stare hard at
     this beautiful girl. I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, my hands
     gliding along her stomach, and she melts into me.  
    “Hey, beautiful,” I whisper in her exposed ear.  
    “Hey beautiful yourself.” She smiles at me in the mirror and our eyes meet. I love
     our little greeting ritual and it never ceases to warm my heart.  
    My hands continue to roam along her body, starting down at her thighs where her thigh
     highs stop. Her skin is so soft and I can’t resist touching it.  
    “Behave yourself.”  
    I snort a laugh. “Never.” And I kiss her on her neck just below her ear, the spot
     that always turns her to putty in my hands.  
    “We have twenty minutes before we have to get out of here.”
    “I can be quick,” I blurt out, my erection straining against my jeans.  
    “Not that quick,” she says, and she turns to kiss me. But it is soft and quick. She
     knows better than to work me up, but sometimes I wonder if it works her up just as
     much. I can’t seem to stop my hand from roaming between her legs.  
    “See, you’re already hot and wet for me.”  
    “I’m always hot and wet for you, but we don’t have time.” She kisses my cheek. “Now
     go, before we really are late. I don’t want the nasty look from Beau because she will
     know exactly why we’re late.”  
    I huff. “Fine, but you owe me.”  
    She turns so quickly in my arms that it hardly registers until we are face to face.
     “Behave yourself and I will more than make it worth your while,” she promises and
     kisses me, then playfully pushes me away.  
    I like her promises of making it worth my while — it usually means that she will do
     something extra special for me when we get home — so I back away and let her finish
     getting ready. I head down to the kitchen, pour us both a small glass of shiraz and
     wait impatiently for her to join me. I haven’t seen what else she plans on wearing
     tonight and I don’t really care. I am already starting to feel the ache in my balls,
     and it is going to be a long, horny night.

NINE

    About ten minutes later she comes down the stairs and my jaw drops.  
    She is wearing bright red fuck-me pumps, the first ones I’ve seen her wear since cutting
     her foot. I follow the sleek line of her legs until I meet the hem of a very short,
     skintight black dress with a lace overlay. Around her waist is a bright red belt that
     matches her shoes, and the dress is sleeveless, displaying her beautiful shoulder
     tattoos. She turns so that I can see the back. The black dress dips all the way to
     the curve of her beautiful ass, but the lace overlay has a high neckline, though I
     can still see her wings and the silver of her corset rings. Laced through her piercings
     is a bright red ribbon,