Casey picked at the rest of her duck. She appeared deep in thought. Nicolette dreaded what she had to say. “Have you thought anymore about what we spoke of last night?” Oh, yeah. She didn’t like where this was going.
“Umm.”
“Look, Nicolette. I...you...” Casey faltered, audibly inhaling and exhaling as she tried to gather her thoughts.
Nicolette stopped Casey with a hand to the arm. Fixing her eyes on her own meal directly in front of her, she tried to gather her thoughts. “I’ve thought about it. I even understand it.” Her eyes jumped to Casey’s face and back to her plate again. “You’re right. I want...” She gave a decisive shake of her head. “No, that’s not right.”
Nicolette stood, walking around the island, and kneeled on the floor before Casey. Taking both Casey hands into hers, she continued, “I need you, Casey girl. I need you with me. I need you here.” She took their linked hands, pressing it over her heart. Tears welled in her eyes. “I’ve been so broken. Gabriella really messed me up. But what’s worse, I let it continue.”
Casey knelt in front of her, never letting her go, resting her forehead against Nicolette’s. Scooting closer, Casey’s body now flush against Nicolette, she brought their hands behind her back, tracing along Nicolette’s arm to hug her shoulder. “You were hurt, my Nicolette. I understand that.”
Nicolette nodded. “Yeah, I was hurt. Past tense though. That part of my life is over. No matter that it would follow me here. It’s over. You’re more to me. Better. Necessary for me.”
“So what do you think we should do? How do we proceed?” Hope shined from Casey’s eyes.
“Just like you said, Casey girl. Together. We proceed together, starting now.” The life reignited in Casey’s eyes, the glow that had dimmed resurfacing. Nicolette settled on the floor, Casey straddling her hips, leaning into her body. No time like the present. “Gabriella started calling the day before our trip to Key West, over a month ago.”
Nicolette held fast to Casey hips, when she made to move away. “And you didn’t feel it important enough to tell me. Or...am I not important enough to know?”
Bristling, Nicolette said, “That’s not fair. You know why I didn’t tell you.”
“Actually, Nicolette, I have no clue.” Struggling a little, Casey eventually stopped, resting her hand lightly over the bandage on her head. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Casey sobbed. Angry Casey, she could handle, but not defeated Casey. What had she done?
She had to come clean. “I was scared you’d leave me,” Nicolette whispered. “Scared you’d think this situation would be more trouble than it was worth.” Nicolette felt defeated herself, and incredibly tired. “I don’t want to lose you, Casey girl.”
“But you wouldn’t have. You won’t. Not over this.”
“I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like this before.”
Staring into her eyes, Casey shook her head, capturing Nicolette’s lips for a light kiss. Pulling back slightly, Casey skimmed their lips together and whispered, “God, my Nicolette. You’re such an idiot. And I love you, too, you big dupe.”
Nicolette would agree to anything Casey said, if only she continued to receive these kisses for the rest of their lives.
* * * *
The past three weeks had been difficult to navigate for Nicolette. So many things had happened, with the only bright spots being Casey’s quick recovery and the strengthening of their relationship. They talked more now, sharing more of themselves, devoting time to ensuring the survival of their relationship.
She and Casey had just finished making love, breathing uneven, shudders still racking their bodies. Nicolette turned on her side, curling into Casey’s body, when a crash came from downstairs. The alarm went crazy, the blaring noise startling them.
Jumping from the bed, Nicolette grabbed the clothes they’d shucked earlier, throwing some to Casey. Frantic, Nicolette suspected Gabriella might be behind this but she prayed she was wrong. Fully clothed, Nicolette directed Casey towards the phone. “Call the police,” she whispered.
Nicolette’s palms were sweating from fear, and her breathing was laboured. She shoved the dresser in front of the bedroom door, barring the entry to their room while listening to Casey in the background talking on the phone.
Rattling off their address, the plea of “Hurry” was the last thing Casey whispered to the dispatcher.
Nicolette returned to Casey’s side. They huddled away from the door on the other side of the bed to wait for the police. Fear gripped Nicolette’s heart, escalating as the footsteps ascended the stairs.
“Nicolette. Where are you?” The sound of Gabriella’s voice accompanied the movements. “Filthy slut!” Her hand hammered against the door. “Get out here!” She shouted obscenities. Holes bloomed in the door and dresser, accompanied by popping sounds.
The report of the gun was almost deafening, the smell of sulphur nauseating. Nicolette’s heart hammered inside her chest, her breathing sounding overly loud in between the gunfire.
Within minutes, sirens heralded the arrival of the police. Footsteps ascended the stairs for the second time that night. “Drop the weapon. Get down on the ground,” the officers shouted.
“Do you know who I am?” Gabriella blustered, the shrill sound of her voice causing the hairs on Nicolette’s arms to prickle.
“Put the gun down, ma’am.”
A short but violent scuffle ensued. Clothes rustled, a weapon discharged and metal clattered against the floor. Nicolette’s scalp loosened, the tension slowly draining from her.
By the end of the night, the paramedics treated two police officers for minor cuts and bruises. Gabriella also needed to be treated for a gunshot wound, a bullet having grazed her arm.
Another officer on the scene, one who was spared from Gabriella’s abuse, slapped the cuffs on her, putting her in the back of a police cruiser. Gabriella was later charged with a slew of offences, including breaking and entering, assault with a deadly weapon, and assault on a police officer while armed.
At her arraignment, Gabriella was granted bail, even though Nicolette thought she should have been considered a flight risk. Her slick lawyer was obviously worth all she’d spent on him. Gabriella had been released that very night. Thank God, they’d stayed behind at the courthouse, to apply for a temporary restraining order against her.
* * * *
A couple of days later, Nicolette drove Casey to the bookstore. It was eight in the morning on Saturday, and Nicolette would stay and help Casey. She parked the car in the back alley. They both exited the vehicle.
“What do you want me to do today, Casey?”
“Maybe cashier duty,” she suggested.
Nicolette had taken only three steps away from the car when Gabriella emerged from behind a dumpster. Facing away from the backdoors of the stores that flanked Feed Your Mind, Gabriella walked a few paces towards Nicolette and Casey before coming to a complete stop.
“Did you think you could get rid of me that easily, bitch?” Contempt filled her words. Nicolette felt queasy.
“Gabriella, what are you doing here?” Moving carefully, Nicolette placed her body between Casey and Gabriella. She couldn’t go through the torture of seeing Casey hurt again.
“I told you, you’re nothing without me,” Gabriella screeched. Her words were slurred and her eyes shiny. She kept one hand hidden behind her back.
“Yeah, and I told you it’s over,” Nicolette snapped, balling her fists, her nails digging into the palm of her hands. She gritted her teeth, trying not to anger Gabriella any further. When would this situation end? Nicolette had hoped Gabriella would have gotten tired of her by now.
Gabriella brought her hand around, revealing a gun. Nicolette blanched and took an involuntary step back, her body colliding with Casey’s. Grabbing hold of one of her hands, Nicolette drew strength from Casey’s touch. The danger this woman presented to them would never go away as long as she was free. After all, Gabriella had proven that by si
ngle-handedly putting Nicolette and Casey in the hospital.
Nicolette heard the beep of the cell phone being dialled behind her. Her heart clenched with fear. What if Gabriella heard it too? But she was so focused on Nicolette at that moment, she probably wouldn’t noticed a car bearing down on her.
Casey said a few words before hanging up. “The police are on the way,” she whispered to Nicolette. She could only hope they would get there before it was too late.
“You’ll come with me, right now,” Gabriella demanded.
Not a chance.
At that moment, one of the other storefront owners exited one of the stores. Stopping, he stood behind Gabriella, a little to her right.
Neither Nicolette nor Casey acknowledged him.
“I won’t do that, Gabriella,” Nicolette said. Raising the gun higher, Gabriella pointed it at Nicolette’s chest.
When the man made no moves to interrupt, Nicolette exhaled a sigh of relief. She was happy the man, Mr. Holmes, hadn’t attempted to stop Gabriella. She really didn’t want to be responsible for another person getting hurt.
“You either come with me, or you don’t go anywhere ever again,” Gabriella shrieked.
Suddenly, Mr. Holmes began to sneak up on Gabriella. He slowly made his way towards her.
Dammit, what was he doing? Nicolette tried and failed to figure out a way to warn him off. The only thing she could think to do was distract Gabriella.
“Okay, Gabriella. Whatever you want. I’ll go with you.”
Her eyes glazed with madness, Gabriella began relaxing her arm.
Mr. Holmes got into position, then tackled Gabriella from behind. When he pushed her hand up, the gun discharged, a bullet planting itself the wall above their heads. He wrestled the gun away from her, taking her down to the ground and sat atop her.
Nicolette’s heart skipped a beat. That was too close for comfort. Turning, she caught Casey up in her arms. Burying her face in the side of Casey’s neck, she choked up, sobbing uncontrollably.
Casey tightened her arms around Nicolette as they rocked each other back and forth. She could hear the soothing sounds of the approaching sirens.
Arrested again, this time the judge revoked Gabriella’s bail, remanding her to custody. She now stewed in a jail cell awaiting trial. Gabriella very likely would be spending a great deal of time in prison, and for that Nicolette was eternally grateful.
* * * *
One week later, Nicolette drove along the stretch of road leading away from the cul-de-sac that housed her employer. It was finally five p.m. and she ached to be with her Casey girl. She couldn’t imagine life without her. Five weeks ago, Gabriella almost made life without Casey a reality.
Returning home that night, Nicolette was relieved the day was finally over. “Casey girl? Where are you, baby?” she called as she entered her home. Resting her keys and bag on a little table in the foyer, she unbuttoned her blouse.
“Casey?” Nicolette called again, taking the stairs two at a time on her way to the master bedroom. “Casey, what do you want for dinner tonight? We could order…”
The vision that greeted her watered her mouth and drenched her pussy. Casey sprawled in the middle of their bed, manipulating her clit, her back arched off the bed, head thrown back. A low continuous moan came from deep within her.
Nicolette was sure she should have been able to feel the vibrations of that moan.
Hurriedly removing the remainder of her clothing, Nicolette joined her on the bed. She captured Casey’s nipple, sucking vigorously, as she plunged two fingers into Casey’s cunt. The sex play Nicolette had interrupted had made Casey wonderfully wet.
Releasing Casey’s nipple, Nicolette withdrew her fingers, sucking them into her mouth. Her girl tasted real good. Smacking her lips, Nicolette dove in, drinking directly from the source. Lapping, she reached her tongue as deeply into the warm crevice as possible, before placing her fingers there again.
With the fingers of one hand buried deep within Casey’s hot channel, the other hand began mapping her girl. Up, along her leg, to her hips, across her torso, and eventually halting at her breasts. Nicolette massaged her breast, tweaking and fondling the nipple into a hard peak. She would never get tired of touching Casey.
Climbing to her knees, Nicolette leaned over Casey, capturing her lips. She just couldn’t get enough of her girl. She shared Casey’s own essence with her, the kiss causing her to repeat her earlier moan. And the vibrations were exquisite.
Breaking away from the kiss, Nicolette licked along her jaw line and collar bone. She would be able to do this for the rest of their lives. She moaned again at that thought. She captured one nipple into her mouth, applying a little pressure with her teeth. Casey must have been close. As Nicolette sucked hard on her nipple, Casey shattered. Her nails scored Nicolette’s back, her hips bucking madly and her screams probably woke the neighbours.
Nicolette looked down at her Casey girl. Beautiful, she thought, absolutely beautiful. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven. Nicolette pulled Casey into her arms. They faced each other, lying on their sides. She caressed Casey from shoulder to butt, hand running down her spine, calming her. Nicolette felt truly content.
“Now it’s your turn.” Casey promised.
Excitement rushed through Nicolette at those words.
Casey played her like a bass guitar. The music rose higher and higher, as Casey stroked her body. Painfully aroused, Nicolette accepted every touch, welcomed it.
“Cum for me, my Nicolette.”
Harmony and purity strummed through her, and Nicolette peaked. The music soared through her very being. Nicolette shattered, eyes watering as she orgasmed, her breathing choppy.
“Ah.” It was ecstasy and exquisite. Magical.
“Better, love?” Casey wanted to know, still stroking and caressing her.
Nicolette’s skin hypersensitive, every stroke of Casey’s hand was like an electric current over her exposed flesh. Sighing contentedly, she dragged Casey’s head down to hers. Kissing her languidly, she pressed their bodies together, moving sensuously against her girl.
“Mmm-hmm.” She responded, arching into the caresses.
Later, after they were snuggling together, and just before sleep claimed her, Nicolette realised she did feel a lot better. She had her Casey girl. Her house was now a home with her entire world living there with her.
She smiled. What more could a girl want?
About the Author
Born and raised in Jamaica, Anika now resides in South Florida. She works in the administrative office of her local library, the perfect setting for her, if only she didn't have to work all the time.
Anika created poetry for a number of years, before the voices of her heroes and heroines got louder and more insistent than she could ignore. Writing is a dream come true for her and being published is definitely the most wonderful by-product.
The one thing Anika longs for above everything is a time when all that is required of her is a daily devotion to reading and writing.
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