Page 53 of Why Cheese?
Wow. That’s just… Wow.
Cam leans over me to tug on Cheddy’s sleeve. “Now, now. Don’t give away all of your secrets. A lady likes a little mystery.”
“Right. Don’t want her to know about my huge do—”
“Okay!” I cry out, my entire body shaking with both terrified embarrassment and a typhoon of arousal. Leaping to my feet to get some air, I gulp and breathe in the city. Not just the sky-high buildings, cement oceans, and never-ending voices, but the people embracing life without a care in the world. If my mom learned I was here she would pop a blood vessel.
A shiver dances up my spine with an air of rebellion I haven’t felt since my college days. “Cheddy? Dance with me?”
“Really? Yay!” He takes my hands. I half expect them to be sticky, but his palms are surprisingly rough with calluses across the pads.
He slips a hand behind my back, his elbow bent. I try to hold his waist, but he laughs and guides my palm to rest on his shoulder. Then he extends our conjoined hands outward and starts to lead.
Whoa!
I expected him to, at best, sway back and forth, or do a little hop, but he steps in a rhythm that I scramble to match. “You’re…you’re really good at this.”
“Thanks! Dancing was the only way to have fun at court. They frowned on us shooting at the suckling pig.” Cheddy spins me around and around in time with the music.
I catch Cam’s eye watching us, then he stands and walks over to the band. After whispering in an ear, one of the men hands him a guitar. Cam rests it high on his waist, then his fingers blur as a manic solo bursts free.
“You play guitar?” I shout despite the obvious evidence shivering down my spine. Even Cheddy can’t match the wild notes flying from Cam’s fingers, thankfully. We keep dancing, but both of us watch Cam absolutely shred that acoustic guitar.
“A little,” Cam cries out. “Though I prefer thevihuela de mano.”
“The what?” I ask, struggling to bob and weave with Cheddy who’s far lighter on his feet. He may be built like a Mac truck but he handles like a motorcycle.
“It’s of no mind. Now, let’s see what I can really do,” Cam says before launching into a wild solo that gets everyone up and clapping. Louder and louder cheers ring out.
With a twirl, Cheddy spins me out, then in. I fall back against him into his arms. He roves his palms down the sides of my chest while I sway my ass against him. Cheddy leans closer, his breath tickling down my ear. “Hang on,” he says.
To what?
Hands clamp down around my stomach. Next thing I know, I’m launched into the air. Squealing in shock, I do my best to not panic when Cheddy lets go.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
My rise is as quick as my descent. I cry out, pawing at the air, the cement rushing up to pulverize me. With a giddy smile, Cheddy twists a full three-sixty below me, then he spreads out his arms. I hit them with the grace of a goose on fire, bowing the both of us toward the ground.
His goofy grin not dipping for a second, Cheddy fights off gravity itself and pulls me into his arms. I leap up in a panic and wrap my whole body around his head.
“You dif goo,” he mumbles, his voice smothered by my boobs.
I’m not dead, nothing’s broken, and I’m smothering a man in my tits. Sorry.I open my arms to slip lower, and he takes in a deep breath. “What did you say?” I ask.
“You did good.”
I’m shaking, my life flashed before my eyes, and I’m still splayed across his steady forearms. “Based upon what?”
“Well, you didn’t crack your skull. So that’s good.”
“That can happen?”
He gives a jolly shrug and I slither back to my safe, grounded feet.
“Please don’t harm our benefactor,” Cam calls over the music.
“I won’t!” Cheddy shouts, then I swear he whispers to himself, “Much.”
