Hadley splashed some water in her direction. “Pssh. Why would I lie about that? And hi, I’ve met you. I know you’d paper all of LA with a mug shot of me detailing my fraudulent and disgusting ways if I didn’t deliver. Actually…”
She rolled her lips between her teeth and looked shy, nerves making her eyes go wide.
“I was wondering if in addition to writing a big honking check if I might be able to… I don’t know. Volunteer? With the kids? But I don’t want to get in the way, be a distraction. If you think I’ll do more harm than good then I’ll stay out of it.”
Archer would have to ask the board what they thought, but that was awesome. She wasn’t sure if a starlet regularly showing up at the center would work out or if would just throw the place into chaos, but the kids would love it. They could at least work out a special event that Had could host, if she wanted to. Bring some of her super sparkle unicorn power and sprinkle it all over these kids who’d had more than enough crap thrown at them for a lifetime.
“I’ll ask, okay? I love the idea, but it’s not about me.”
Hadley tipped her head, huffed a laugh while she flicked some of her bubble castle toward Archer.
“You know, it’s fundamentally okay for some things to be about you.”
Archer couldn’t help the twist of her features. Because was it? Really? But it was starting to be tempting to think that might be true. Occasionally.
“Did you, uh, have something in particular in mind? That might be about me?”
Hadley made those doe eyes of hers and looked up at the ceiling like she didn’t already know what she was going to say. Screen princess. So irritating.
“Maybe. Why, were you interested? I mean, I could tell you, or…”
Archer’s mouth went dry. She had to swallow before she spoke. “Or what?”
“Or I could just show you.”
And with that, Hadley stood up in her enormous tub, water sluicing down her body but bubbles sticking to her skin and hair. She looked like some kind of bubble bath goddess, and Archer wanted to get down on her knees and worship at Hadley’s altar. Is that what the kids were calling it these days? Maybe a little blasphemous but when had that ever stopped her? She took a few steps backward as Hadley strode toward her, until her back was pressed against the door to the enormous bathroom which was steaming now, and she didn’t think it was all from the hot water in the tub.
* * *
Hadley looked at Archer, searching her face. Yes, she was smaller than Archer, but she was also wealthier, had a larger platform, could give or take resources with a snap of her fingers. She needed to know that Archer was doing this because she wanted to, and not because she wanted her money. For both their sakes.
“Is this okay? I mean, it’s a little late for me to take back throwing my naked body at you, but if you don’t want this—if you don’t want me, it stops now. I’ll put my robe on and we can go have some tea and talk about all the awesome things you’re going to do with the donations that are going to pour in once I start poking my friends to send you some dollar bills. Me giving you money and being an advocate is in no way contingent on us…”
Archer raised a brow. “On us what?”
“Well if I’m not sure that you even want to kiss me, I’m sure as hell not going to get more explicit than that now am I?”
“Good news, then.”
And then Archer was pulling Hadley toward her, suds and all, which made her squeak.
“You’re going to get your clothes all wet!”
Archer pulled her closer still, slid a strong hand into her hair, sculpted long fingers around the base of her skull. “Dryers are a thing.”
“But—”
“Shush. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you, Hadley. I want you in my bed and in my life, and right now I want you on your knees.”
Oh hell’s bells. Hadley was never the one on set who broke character, who forced take after take after take because she couldn’t control her face, but she could only imagine she was looking like a cartoon of shock and horniness. Archer smirked, seeming to agree.
Hadley hesitated only long enough to grab one of her plush towels from the heated rack and toss it on the floor at Archer’s feet because knees on tiles? No, thank you.
And then they were both fighting to get Archer’s clothes off—shirt thrown to the side, belt yanked loose, her fly unzipped, pants and underwear shimmied down. Awkward, because shoes, but Archer solved that right quick by kicking off her shoes and tearing off her socks. Soon she was as naked as Hadley, but not as bubbly. Bubbly wasn’t really Archer’s vibe anyway, but Hadley bet she could make the other woman feel like she was floating.
She didn’t waste any time—any more time anyway—hiking Archer’s knee over her shoulder and grabbing Archer’s generous hips, pulling her forward so she could breathe in the scent of her. Not bath-time fresh like Hadley, but an earthier, muskier scent and it seemed fitting somehow. Hadley sure as hell didn’t mind and couldn’t wait to experience her lover by taste and touch as well as inhaling her. She could’ve let go of the handfuls of Archer’s flesh she was gripping, but she didn’t want to. Who on earth would want to? She’d just have to use her mouth to get what she wanted, which had always worked out in the past.
Determined, she pressed her mouth to the seam of Archer’s sex and used her tongue to split the cleft and worked down until she could feel Archer’s clit, that tight bundle of nerves. And if she couldn’t tell by feeling it beneath her tongue, the way Archer bucked and shuddered and gasped would’ve clued her in. She did like positive reinforcement, so she licked precisely in that spot. Licked and lapped, occasionally turned her head to get a nip of Archer’s labia and felt a flush of satisfaction in her chest and between her legs when Archer grabbed her hair and used to it steer her mouth back to her center where Hadley was only too happy to lick once again, and because she liked it being done to her, took the tight bud between her lips and drew on it, sucked and worked the little nub while Archer rocked her hips against Hadley’s face.
It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and she didn’t want it to stop—to stop being surrounded by Archer, where everything was simple and good and sexy.
“Had?”
“Mmm?”
She didn’t stop working Archer’s clit with her mouth but tried to devote some of her attention to what Archer was saying above her,
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Can you do that?”
Could she ever. It was a little disappointing to let go of Archer’s flank, but the idea of having her fingers knuckle deep in this gorgeous woman’s cunt was enough to make her loose her grip. Without stopping her oral efforts, she slipped a finger back through the slick wetness gathered at the apex of Archer’s thighs, and slid straight into her hot channel. Wet. God, Archer was so wet, so Hadley pressed another finger in alongside the first one and used the tips of them to search out Archer’s g-spot.
Rubbing there in time with nursing the slick little pearl in her mouth made Archer a hell of a lot noisier. She let go of Hadley’s hair with one hand which she then used to bang on the bathroom door. Hopefully her mother was at the other end of the house, because Archer’s panting and small, desperate noises were…not quiet. On the contrary, and it egged Hadley on. To plunge her fingers into Archer’s pussy harder, rub at her g-spot and suck at her clit harder.
“Harder, harder, Had. Fuck me harder. Fucking bite me, I want it.”
The shock of Archer’s filthy words made her take an extra beat, but she trusted Archer to know what she wanted. And then she gave it to her. Put her shoulder into thrusting her fingers up inside Archer, and using her teeth—teeth—on Archer’s clit. When she did, Archer cried out, and there was a rhythmic squeeze around Hadley’s fingers, followed by a pulse of moisture flooding her mouth. Hadley lapped it all up, not being able to get enough of Archer being her whole world.
Until of course Archer sagged against the door and held Hadley’s hair so s
he couldn’t follow.
It became alarmingly obvious that there was girl juice all over her face and she started to reach for a tissue to clean herself up, but Archer grabbed her wrist and tugged her to her feet.
“Oh no you don’t. I want to see what we taste like together.”
She caught a hot flash in Archer’s hazel eyes before Archer’s lips met her own in an aggressive and demanding kiss that Hadley melted into, letting Archer hold her and also allowing her hips to rock into the other woman, begging for relief.
“Archer, please. I need…”
Archer grinned at her, her lips glossed with the mix of their tastes. “What do you want, Had? Tell me how you like to fuck.”
“On my back. I don’t need penetration. Just…”
“Just wanna ride my thigh, maybe?”
Oh god.
If she weren’t already pressed up against Archer, she might’ve collapsed because the thought was enough to make her swoon. Fucking up against Archer’s thick thigh pressed between her legs? She bit her bottom lip at the thought.
Archer’s grin got wider. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Not wasting any time, Archer spun her around, giving Hadley the door to lean against as she grabbed every towel within arm’s reach and laid them one on top of the other on the floor. Probably wise, because even though Hadley didn’t think she’d notice the discomfort of having her spine on the tile as she ground against Archer, she’d definitely feel it the next day if not sooner. And having to explain bathroom floor sex bruises to her massage therapist or personal trainer was—oddly—not high on her list of things to do.
Archer swept her arm out to the towels, and Hadley took her cue, arranging herself on the small pile and then Archer was on top of her, their legs knit together so Archer could press that marvelously thick thigh right where Hadley wanted it.
Turned on as she was, she didn’t bother being shy. No, she pulled Archer closer so their breasts pressed together, nipples like cherry stones rubbing against each other, and rocked her pelvis to get that delicious friction on her clit.
“Yes, oh, god yes.”
“Come on, Had. Rock one out on my thigh. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Looking like America’s sweetheart on the red carpet but away from all those lights and cameras you’re a wild little nymph. Not so perfectly put together now, are you? I’m gonna remember this next time you’re all dolled up, looking so perfect. I’m going to think about your hair spread out on your bathroom floor tiles and riding my thigh. I hope you do too, and get soaking wet under your fancy gown.”
“Not gonna be able to think of anything else now. Thanks.”
Archer laughed at her panted out complaint, but it wasn’t unkind. If anything, it was inspiring, the way those lips curled in a carnal smile, how her eyes swirled with intent. She wanted to get Hadley off. Not in that way people sometimes did; lazily because they’d already gotten theirs and were only trying to be polite. No, Archer wasn’t looking at her like that at all. She was genuinely interested in Hadley’s pleasure and the focus of Archer’s considerable attention plus her dirty talk—the woman had a mouth on her in more ways than one—plus her own motions to get that perfect pressure right where she wanted it, and—
“Oh, shit. Archer, holy shit. Fuck, fuck.”
“Yes, Had. Come on, give it to me. I want you to come on me.”
The orgasm hit her like a shock wave, the pleasure rolling out from her sex all the way to her curled toes and clenched fists. She rode it—and Archer’s thigh—until she’d chased every last pulse of it down and savored it.
A bit breathless, she opened her eyes which had somehow become tightly shut. Archer was still above her, hair wild and the predatory smile from before changed into something kinder, sweeter…adoring, almost. A girl could get used to being looked at like that.
Archer leaned down and they kissed gently, softly since they were both sated—for now.
“That was maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Archer said between kisses.
“I’m glad you think so.”
She slipped her hands behind Archer’s neck and wove her fingers into Archer’s short hair, which won her a small pleased moan. Archer shifted, moving her hips to in between Hadley’s thighs, and down so her head could rest on Hadley’s chest.
“Too heavy?”
“Not at all, you feel perfect.”
They breathed with each other for minutes, and Hadley couldn’t remember a time she’d ever felt more satisfied, more at peace. Yes, there was some lingering anxiety around how people might handle her announcement, but if they had a problem with her being queer, they could go jump in the Pacific. She’d focus on the good she was doing, the people she would help instead of bigots who didn’t deserve her time and energy, and she suspected Archer would be happy to help her do it.
She had been supposed to help Archer raise awareness and funds, but Hadley was pretty sure she’d gotten the better end of the bargain. Courage and pride and hopefully the beginning of a relationship that would last long past the next awards show.
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Other Books by Tamsen
The After Hours Series
Alpha in the Sheets
Bound in the Streets
Reclaiming His Wife
For His Eyes Only
A Heart to Keep
Insidious
The Snow and Ice Games Series
Love on the Tracks
Seduction on the Slopes
On the Edge of Scandal
Fire on the Ice
On the Brink of Passion
The License to Love Series
Thrown Off Track
The Inside Track
Hot on Her Tracks (Release Date TBD)
Camp Firefly Falls Continuity
In Her Court
Love, All
Standalone Novels
Taming His Teacher
His Custody
If I Loved You Less
Short Stories and Novellas
Needs
(Originally published in the Winter Rain anthology)
Looking for a Complication
(Originally published in the For the First Time anthology)
Dedication of a Lifetime
(Originally published in the Rogue Affair anthology)
Craving Flight
Anthologies
Rogue Desire
Rogue Affair
Rogue Hearts
Rogue Ever After
Best Women’s Erotica of the Year Volume Four
About Tamsen Parker
Tamsen Parker is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance writer. Her novella CRAVING FLIGHT was named to the Best of 2015 lists of Heroes and Heartbreakers, Smexy Books, Romance Novel News, and Dear Author. Heroes and Heartbreakers called her Compass series “bewitching, humorous, erotically intense and emotional,” and The Pink Heart Society said IF I LOVED YOU LESS is "an utterly delightful f/f romance for the keeper shelf."
She lives with her family outside of Boston, where she tweets too much, sleeps too little and is always in the middle of a book. She should really start drinking coffee.
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