Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,4

the back of my head, tightened. In a quick move, he dropped me onto him. He swallowed my scream, deepening the kiss.

I wasn’t able to get used to his size as he lifted his hips, powering into me with so much strength, I broke in a matter of minutes. His name left my lips on a hard cry.

He grunted, holding me against him and kept his fingers wrapped in my necklace. He broke the kiss, staring at me with lust in his dark eyes. He brought the pendant up to his lips, giving it a kiss.

I stared at him with awe.

And then he said the unexpected. Something that I never thought I would hear from him. Or anyone for that matter. I wasn’t sure why I was surprised but I was, and I prayed with everything in me that I would hear that single word again. Maybe in time. Maybe when he was done school and came home to me. Little did he know that I would wait for him. I would be there for whenever he was ready.

Vince kissed the corner of my mouth. “Mine.”

Gigi

3 years later

Watching the young girls move as I instructed gave me a sense of satisfaction, I never got from hardly anything else at all. Although when I was dancing to try and further my own career, I was satisfied from that. Or that was what I told myself on a daily basis anyway. My accident had put a damper on my life. Things had taken an unexpected turn when I fell and felt my knee twist in a way it wasn’t supposed to. I knew my career path was over before the doctors told me I could no longer dance. Not how I used to anyway. No more high jumps for this girl. I was finally able to start running again but only if I was careful.

The day I hung up my ballet slippers so to speak, I ended up at a strip club. I couldn’t even remember how I got there. Friends of mine wanted to go out but not to our usual place. We found Rouge, I met the owners, told them I could dance and was hired. Not to strip but to teach the actual strippers how to dance. Although men loved it when a woman took off her clothes, they enjoyed the sensuality in the way she could move her body as well. That was where I came in and I loved every second of it. I also got some new friends out of it, so it was a win-win.

My parents had asked me how my career was going, and I told them without using so many words, that I had been hired to teach adults how to dance.

They assumed I meant my students would come to my studio, but I didn’t. I always went to Rouge to teach the girls. Unless they were in my area, we never practiced at my place of work.

“Miss?”

I jumped, finding several pairs of eyes staring up at me. “Sorry, girls. I’m distracted. Keep practicing for another ten minutes and then hit the change rooms.”

While they went to get changed, I went to my notebook sitting by my bag on the floor.

I flipped through the pages, sighing when I read through my notes. I loved ballet. I lived and breathed it but now that I could only teach it, I had to pick up something else. I had taught myself to learn other genres and dance techniques. Mostly because I had been bored. But none of them called to me like ballet did. I was thankful for Candace and her husband, Ronny, giving me a teaching job at Rouge. My father eventually found out where exactly it was that I was teaching and even though he frowned upon it, he understood my need for more, so he never gave me a hard time over it.

Once class was over, I greeted the parents as they picked up their kids. One by one, I watched them leave. It had been the same routine for the past two years. I loved my job. The business. Everything about it. It had been my calling. But as much as I loved it, something was still missing. I loved teaching but there was something other than dance that I needed. I just couldn’t figure out exactly what that was. Maybe in time. But right now, I was in a rut.

Once my last student left, I locked up, shut the blinds,