for his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Her body remembered him. How good it felt to have Mike inside her. How right. They needed a condom, and she needed him inside her, but he took a step back.
“Guess I’m good enough for a rebound fuck after all,” he said as he tucked himself back in and left.
Chapter Five
Kyra didn’t notice she had company until the song she was dancing to came to an end and she heard the applause. Several girls from the Fun Hip-Hop class were sitting on the floor.
“You’re awesome,” Kendall said, getting on her feet. The other three followed suit.
“Thank you, girls. I was just fooling around, having fun.” Dancing had always done the trick for her. Some needed drugs or booze to space out. She just had to put on music, let it take over, and she was in her zone. Happy and relaxed. Complete. Nothing else in the world had done that to her—well, nothing except being with Mike. “Why are you here so early? Still one class to go before yours.”
Kendall shuffled her feet, lowering her gaze. She was a pretty fourteen-year-old and had apparently been chosen as the spokesperson of the group, because the others nudged her.
“Come on,” the girl behind Kendall, Stacy, whispered.
“Going, going,” Kendall muttered under her breath.
Kyra glanced at them, amused. “What’s up?”
Kendall cleared her throat. “We wanted to ask you something. You must be very busy, and we totally understand if you say no. After all, you danced for Amantis, which, by the way, we totally love. You probably have a thousand things better to do than… And we don’t want to assume that someone of your stature would—”
“Spill it, Kendall,” Kyra said with a smile, looking at the fidgeting girl.
“We want to enter a dance competition, and we need help with the choreography,” Kendall said so fast Kyra barely understood her. “There, I said it,” she added, glaring at the others.
“Of course I’ll help you.”
“You will?” the four girls asked at the same time, their eyes as big as plates.
“Sure. Did you already choose the music?”
No one was listening; they were all giggling and bouncing in a complicated, not very coordinated victory dance.
“Guys, guys, calm down. You have a song?”
“Oh, yes, but if you prefer something else, we’ll totally agree to whatever you want,” Kendall said.
“It’s your performance, so you choose the music. Do you have it with you here? You could show me what you got so far.”
Now they looked nervous. Megan chimed in. “Hmm, we haven’t got so much. Truth of the matter is, we suck.”
“I’ve seen you dance. You don’t suck.” They were developing teenagers who were struggling with finding their identity and moved a bit awkwardly, but they loved to dance, and that was really the basis.
“Wait until you see us,” Stacy warned with a snort.
“She got that NFL guy to dance like Patrick Swayze. She can fix us,” Kendall insisted.
Kyra rolled her eyes. “Come on. Show me.”
The girls moved warily to the CD player, murmuring all the time. They looked like they were ready to make a run for it, but they didn’t.
Kyra watched their routine. The choreography was a mess, true, but nothing that couldn’t be improved. And they were good; they had the passion about dancing that so many jaded dancers lost.
As the song ended, Kyra walked to them. “When is your competition?”
“In a month and a half,” Kendall replied.
“Okay, so what if you start coming in one hour before my first class every day?” She would have to bring Sam with her, but it was doable. And her daughter would love it. “I’d have to speak with Mr. Haddican first, but I’m pretty sure he’ll agree.” After all, the Haddicans were involved in everything going on in Alden.
“Really, you’ll help us? We can’t pay you. If we win, there’s some money, but it’s just pennies.”
“Well, that’s bad, because I wouldn’t take your money
“Guess I’m good enough for a rebound fuck after all,” he said as he tucked himself back in and left.
Chapter Five
Kyra didn’t notice she had company until the song she was dancing to came to an end and she heard the applause. Several girls from the Fun Hip-Hop class were sitting on the floor.
“You’re awesome,” Kendall said, getting on her feet. The other three followed suit.
“Thank you, girls. I was just fooling around, having fun.” Dancing had always done the trick for her. Some needed drugs or booze to space out. She just had to put on music, let it take over, and she was in her zone. Happy and relaxed. Complete. Nothing else in the world had done that to her—well, nothing except being with Mike. “Why are you here so early? Still one class to go before yours.”
Kendall shuffled her feet, lowering her gaze. She was a pretty fourteen-year-old and had apparently been chosen as the spokesperson of the group, because the others nudged her.
“Come on,” the girl behind Kendall, Stacy, whispered.
“Going, going,” Kendall muttered under her breath.
Kyra glanced at them, amused. “What’s up?”
Kendall cleared her throat. “We wanted to ask you something. You must be very busy, and we totally understand if you say no. After all, you danced for Amantis, which, by the way, we totally love. You probably have a thousand things better to do than… And we don’t want to assume that someone of your stature would—”
“Spill it, Kendall,” Kyra said with a smile, looking at the fidgeting girl.
“We want to enter a dance competition, and we need help with the choreography,” Kendall said so fast Kyra barely understood her. “There, I said it,” she added, glaring at the others.
“Of course I’ll help you.”
“You will?” the four girls asked at the same time, their eyes as big as plates.
“Sure. Did you already choose the music?”
No one was listening; they were all giggling and bouncing in a complicated, not very coordinated victory dance.
“Guys, guys, calm down. You have a song?”
“Oh, yes, but if you prefer something else, we’ll totally agree to whatever you want,” Kendall said.
“It’s your performance, so you choose the music. Do you have it with you here? You could show me what you got so far.”
Now they looked nervous. Megan chimed in. “Hmm, we haven’t got so much. Truth of the matter is, we suck.”
“I’ve seen you dance. You don’t suck.” They were developing teenagers who were struggling with finding their identity and moved a bit awkwardly, but they loved to dance, and that was really the basis.
“Wait until you see us,” Stacy warned with a snort.
“She got that NFL guy to dance like Patrick Swayze. She can fix us,” Kendall insisted.
Kyra rolled her eyes. “Come on. Show me.”
The girls moved warily to the CD player, murmuring all the time. They looked like they were ready to make a run for it, but they didn’t.
Kyra watched their routine. The choreography was a mess, true, but nothing that couldn’t be improved. And they were good; they had the passion about dancing that so many jaded dancers lost.
As the song ended, Kyra walked to them. “When is your competition?”
“In a month and a half,” Kendall replied.
“Okay, so what if you start coming in one hour before my first class every day?” She would have to bring Sam with her, but it was doable. And her daughter would love it. “I’d have to speak with Mr. Haddican first, but I’m pretty sure he’ll agree.” After all, the Haddicans were involved in everything going on in Alden.
“Really, you’ll help us? We can’t pay you. If we win, there’s some money, but it’s just pennies.”
“Well, that’s bad, because I wouldn’t take your money
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