Jack (Secret Revenge #1)

by Robin Edwards

  The women tossed the masks onto the kitchen table, their hands busy with their sopping clothes. Her fingers slipping on the wet buttons, Lily undid Miranda’s shirt, letting it fall to the ground as she raised her arms, allowing Miranda to pull her dress over her head. When her arms were free again, Lily ran a finger down the pale skin of Miranda’s torso, from her collar bone to her waistband. “You’re the package deal, Miranda,” she said softly. “Beautiful and talented.”

  Miranda bit her lip. “Takes one to know one,” she replied.

  Lily smiled, reaching down to undo Miranda’s belt.

  “I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” said Miranda as she stepped out of the slacks. Lightly, she traced the image of an orchid that was etched along the left side of Lily’s ribcage. “Isn’t that the wrong flower?”

  Lily laughed. “My grandmother grew orchids,” she explained. “Used to have this huge old green house full of them. I loved playing in there.”

  Miranda smiled. “Nice,” she said, letting her hand rest on Lily’s tanned skin.

  Lily took Miranda’s face in her hands again and drew her into a deep kiss. Her tongue traced Miranda’s lips, making the other woman moan. “I didn’t come home with you to talk about my grandparents,” said Lily when they’d separated.

  Miranda grinned. “Fine with me,” she replied, leading Lily to her bed. Gently, she pushed the other woman onto the bed, going down onto to her knees, so that she could play with Lily’s breasts. Taking one in each hand, Miranda kneaded the soft flesh between her fingers, bringing them together so that she could bury her face in them and litter Lily’s golden skin with soft, wet kisses.

  Lily watched Miranda work, burying her fingers in Miranda’s long red hair with a groan as the other woman began to lick Lily’s hardening nipples with her tongue.

  “Stand up,” whispered Lily throatily, gently pulling at the other woman. Her breasts were slick and her clit ached with desire; she wanted to return the favour. Miranda stood, running her fingers through Lily’s short hair as the Lily took hold of her hips and pulled her closer. Gently, she tugged down the elastic of Miranda’s panties, planting kisses as she went. Letting the panties slide to the floor, Lily stroked Miranda’s pussy with two fingers, kissing the sensitive skin where her mound joined her thighs. Little by little, Lily sank the same two fingers into Miranda’s silky entrance while, above her, Miranda moaned softly.

  Slowly, Lily drew her fingers in and out, stimulating Miranda’s g-spot with her knuckles. Looking up, she saw that Miranda had her eyes closed, her rosebud mouth open as she panted. Lily smiled and bent down to take Miranda’s clit between her lips, licking it gently as her fingers explored. But she wanted to draw out Miranda’s pleasure, so, reluctantly, Lily let go of her clit and instead drew Miranda into her lap.

  Miranda looked down, pouting a little at the loss of Lily’s fingers. But the next second Lily had grabbed her ass with both hands, and Miranda forgot all about everything else. Gripping her ass tightly, Lily used it to pull their bodies together so that Miranda’s breasts were at just the right height for her play with. Drawing the flat of her tongue along them, Lily licked Miranda’s pink nipples until they hardened.

  Looking up at Miranda again, Lily caught the other woman’s eye and held her gaze as she began to suck on her nipples, her tongue warm and rough on Miranda’s sensitive skin. Miranda’s body responded immediately and her hips ground against Lily’s. Moaning, Miranda arched her back, pressing herself against Lily as she dug her manicured nails into Lily’s shoulder blades.

  Her mouth still busy with Miranda’s breasts, Lily traced one finger between the cheeks of Miranda’s ass until she found her pussy. Once more she began to stroke Miranda, enjoying the sound of Miranda’s answering whimpers. But, again, Lily was only teasing, and she smiled as Miranda helplessly tried to draw Lily’s fingers into her.

  “Are you kidding me?” Miranda gasped as Lily softly stroked her clit. “Why won’t you just fuck me?”

  “Good things come to those who wait,” Lily replied in husky whisper. But she slid the tip of one finger into Miranda. The other woman’s pussy was soaking wet and she whimpered as her walls immediately tried to clench around Lily’s fingertip, only to have her pull it right back out.

  “I knew you were a jerk,” Miranda laughed, kissing Lily ferociously. “Don’t be such a tease, Lily,” she whispered against Lily’s cheek.

  Before Lily knew what was happening, Miranda had wriggled off her lap and rolled over onto the bed, bringing Lily down with her. Giving Lily one last kiss, Miranda sat up and leaned over the other woman. With one hand, she gently spread open Lily’s swollen folds so that she could tease her entrance with a fingertip, lightly circling the pink opening but never entering.

  “Takes one to know one,” Lily shot back hoarsely as she writhed on the bed.

  Miranda giggled. Bending over, she lowered her head to Lily’s glistening pussy and laid a kiss on her clit. As the other woman gasped in surprise, Miranda drew her tongue from Lily’s clit to her taint, making her groan with pleasure. Using her fingers to keep Lily spread wide, Miranda gradually worked her back up, playing with Lily’s inflamed labia as she went, suckling and kissing the length and breadth of Lily’s glistening, red folds. Lily propped herself up on her elbows so that she could watch her lover play with her, and the sight of the innocent-looking Miranda eating her out so enthusiastically made her pleasure that much greater.

  Miranda looked back, catching Lily watching her. She grinned impishly and put two fingers into her own mouth, drawing them out wet and slick so that they slid effortlessly into Lily’s ready pussy. Lily whimpered, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Please,” she whispered.

  Chuckling, Miranda kissed Lily’s thigh and began to thrust harder with her two fingers. Rising onto her knees, Miranda threw one leg over Lily’s hips, straddling her again. Her fingers gained momentum and Miranda rocked back and forth against the same hand that she was fucking Lily with. Holding Lily’s gaze, Miranda reached down and began to rub her own clit with her spare hand, working them both into a frenzy.

  Grinning, Lily let go of the sheets and ran her hands up Miranda’s soft thighs until she had the other woman’s ass under her hands. Gripping her cheeks firmly, Lily ground Miranda against her even more forcefully, working in tandem with Miranda’s own thrusts. Miranda whimpered as the pressure increased in her clit. She knew she wasn’t far from coming.

  Lily was also nearing a climax, but she didn’t want to give in to it yet. Turning, she flipped Miranda over onto the sheets.

  “What are you—” Miranda began, but Lily interrupted her with a kiss.

  “In a minute,” Lily told her. “I want to play with you a bit first.” Lily turned around so that she was straddling Miranda backwards. With a smile, she leaned down and buried her face in Miranda’s waiting pussy, taking the other woman’s swollen clit between her wet lips. Miranda’s response was immediate. Shouting out loud, she bucked against Lily, her body desperate for release.

  “One second…one second,” Miranda panted, straining to reach her nightstand. Curious, Lily sat up a little. Miranda pulled a condom and a large red dildo out of the drawer. Quickly, she opened the foil and slid the condom over the hard length of the toy.

  Lily reached for the dildo, thinking Miranda wanted her to use it, but the other woman shook her head. “It’s for you,” she said with a smile. Grabbing her by the hips, Miranda tugged Lily backwards until she could kiss the smooth skin of her tanned ass. With a smile, Lily returned to Miranda’s waiting pussy.

  No matter how she’d felt about the woman herself, Miranda has always enjoyed watching Lily’s generous ass walk away. Leaving the dildo to one side, she took a second to play with its warm flesh, kneading it between her fingers. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and drew her tongue from Lily’s clit to her anus. Lily gasped in surprise, Miranda’s clit momentarily escaping her lips.

  Grinning, Miranda picked up the dildo and slid
it deep into Lily’s pussy, greedily watching it disappear into the other woman’s pink folds. Lily moaned with pleasure as the dildo filled her and she rocked back against Miranda’s thrusts even as she explored every crevice of Miranda’s pussy. Goaded on by the feel of the dildo, Lily lost all inhibitions, getting Miranda’s warm juices all over her face as she enjoyed the other woman’s most sensitive areas.

  Gently, she drew Miranda’s clit back into her mouth, sucking it between her soft lips as she drove two fingers deep into her. Miranda moaned appreciatively, her pussy finally able to clench around Lily’s fingers. Miranda began to work the dildo faster and Lily’s fingers kept time with its thrusts as both women felt their climaxes growing.

  As she pumped the dildo into Lily, enjoying the wet squelching sound it made, Miranda leaned forward to nuzzle between the silky cheeks of Lily’s ass so that she could lick the whorl of her asshole. Lily’s response was instantaneous but this time she managed to keep Miranda’s clit between her lips.

  As Lily’s tongue did incredible things to her clit, Miranda knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Reaching down, she fondled Lily’s clit with her free hand, pumping the dildo furiously with the other. Lily whimpered, driving her fingers deeper into Miranda and bucking her hips back against the dildo. As she thrust, Miranda began to suck on Lily’s asshole, licking it wildly as they both began to come. Their slick, glistening bodies shuddered, and they gasped and panted against the other’s skin as their orgasms crashed through them, overwhelming them with pleasure.

  Then, with a grown that was almost a scream, Lily finished, her pussy clenching one final time around Miranda’s dildo. As Lily’s juices ran down her wrist, Miranda moaned and let herself go completely, her body bucking against Lily’s fingers as the final waves of her orgasm coursed through her.

  “Oh God,” Miranda gasped, gently drawing the dildo out of Lily and tossing it to the side.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Lily panted, turning around to collapse next to Miranda. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a dildo? I would have used it earlier!”

  Miranda smiled, brushing Lily’s sweaty curls off her forehead. “I wanted you to enjoy yourself.”

  Lily kissed Miranda’s shoulder tenderly. “I would have enjoyed myself no matter what,” she replied.

  Suddenly, from across the room, came the sound of Miranda’s phone. With a groan, Miranda stood up and fished it out of her pocket. “It’s probably Jenny, wondering where the hell I am. She’ll be worried.”

  Lily nodded, opening her arms so that Miranda could curl up inside them. Her head on Lily’s chest, Miranda answered the phone. “Hey, Jenny, I’m really—”

  “Oh my God, Miranda,” Jenny interrupted her, talking a mile a minute.

  “You’ll never guess who I just had sex with.”

  “Neither will you,” Miranda replied. She looked up at Lily and they both giggled, leaning in to kiss each other.

  Hidden Mistress

  A Holiday, Lesbian Romance

  By: Elle Crosby

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  Prologue

  The sleepy little town of Bushwick New Hampshire sat right outside of another small, but comparatively huge town called Hanover. To the residents of Bushwick, the town was a quiet and safe place where doors were always unlocked, and neighbors still borrowed cups of sugar. However, to Julie Ophelia, the city always seemed a little bit eerie and full of secrets. Her viewpoint probably had something to do with the fact that she was the town’s coroner, so anything gruesome came, literally, across her desk.

  Julie didn’t always live in a state of perpetual gothic mentality and grew up just down the street from where she lives playing in the creek at the edge town with a false sense of reality as everyone else. Her upbringing was what could be considered typical having two brothers, a dad that worked construction in Hanover, and a stay at home mom who liked to try her hand at baking every once in a while. Her best friend, Kaitlyn Brown, grew up two doors down and Julie can remember playing in the preschool sandbox with her before Julie even knew what a best friend was. Kait, as Julie called her, was now her assistant which made things easier on Julie since Kait could understand why she looked at the world differently.

  No one knew what happened behind closed doors in Bushwick but from the looks of the bodies being sent in recently, Julie could tell something was stirring and it made her lock her doors at night. There was no breaking news or headlines on the front page of the Bushwick Times since anything outside of a heart attack was kept quiet by the Sheriff’s office to maintain the town's happiness and flow like it always had. Sheriff Bartlett had known Julie all her life and his family occasionally would come over for Christmas Eve supper at Julie’s parents’ home.

  He usually avoided Julie, not wanting to argue over the last six bodies that landed in the morgue and would send his assistant, Lydia Thompson, with any information Julie might need for an autopsy.

  Growing up Julie, Kait, and Lydia all went to school together, but Julie and Kait were the All-American girls who played softball and lacrosse and always spoke kindly to the senior citizens in town. Lydia was different and had a pretty big stigma to carry around since her father left when she was a baby, and her mother had been struggling with alcoholism as long as Lydia could remember. Though Julie didn’t spend any time with Lydia growing up, she remembers her as an angry girl, usually alone, or getting in trouble for smoking out back.

  As far as their relationship now, nearly fifteen years after graduation from high school, they didn’t get along and tried to go through Kait to avoid any snide remarks between them, something Julie never quite understood since she barely spoke to Lydia since she got back from college. Julie didn’t know what happened, but something definitely went down in Lydia’s life while she was gone, and it turned her even angrier as an adult then she was as a kid.

  Julie and Kait spent most of their time together since, after high school, Julie came out as gay, and the town snubbed her for several years. Things quieted down after Julie became the coroner and no one pays any attention to her love life anymore, mostly because she is single and focuses on her work. Kait has a boyfriend, Tommy Headley, who she has dated since she was twenty, and after thi
rteen years of an up and down love affair, Tommy finally popped the question to Kait last summer, though she has been oddly slow in setting a date.

  The leaves on the trees in Bushwick were already vibrant shades of red and yellow even though they were only three days into October. Julie hated October as if her life wasn’t an endless scene from a horror movie; October just made everything seem a little creepier, and Kait was obsessed with the holiday.

  Julie, however, had been too involved in the current mystery bodies she had received to notice anything else and Kait kept pushing that Julie was more concerned with her dead bodies then she was people with a heartbeat. Julie ignored Kait and had been spending extra hours at the morgue trying to figure out just what happened to the four people brought back to her in pieces.

  All of the bodies had been identified, but none of the victims lived within three hundred miles of Bushwick and the way they died stumped Julie. The first of the four victims arrived at the morgue back in June; her body was covered in carvings as if she were a piece of art. The words didn’t make sense and, just like the next three girls, she had lived a modest and reasonable lifestyle with no real hidden secrets popping out. The strangest part of it all was that the girls had died from a heart embolism, something completely separate from their outer injuries and the mutilation had occurred after the victim was deceased. This was the part Julie liked the most, the fact that she was part of the detection and she got to see all of the files on the victims.