by Giselle Fox
“More,” Taylor said. “I want you to tell me more.”
Jericho’s eyes met hers. “Fuck ... the first day I saw you out on the street, I knew I wanted to kiss you.”
“Yeah right,” Taylor giggled. “Tell me what you really wanted.”
Jericho grinned back at her. “Alright. I was trying my hardest not to look at your breasts. I could see your bra through your white t-shirt.”
“What else?”
“When we were in your kitchen, I thought about dripping peach jam down your neck and licking it off you.”
“What else?” Taylor grinned.
“I might have thought about licking it off of other places as well.”
Taylor clapped her hands. “I knew you were thinking something dirty.”
Jericho grinned back at her. The rhythm of their hips rocked in time. “How?”
“’Because your eyes went from Howdy neighbor to Call me daddy in about three seconds flat!”
Jericho threw her head back and laughed. “Am I that obvious?”
Taylor nodded. “Uh huh, plus I caught you staring at my ass.”
“Every chance I could,” Jericho rasped. Taylor felt Jericho’s grip tighten around her hips. She ran her fingertips over the backs of Jericho’s hands. “Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about these.”
“Oh yeah?”
Taylor nodded. “That girl I was with in college - her hands were strong like yours. She knew how to fuck.”
Jericho raised her eyebrows. “Oh, did she?”
“She used to lay me down on her old futon bed and … well,” Taylor said with a smirk. She was teasing, of course. She figured a little competition couldn’t hurt.
Jericho looked like she knew she was being challenged. “Is that what you want?”
Taylor rocked her body forward again and lifted her hips. “I want you,” she whispered. She gripped Jericho’s hand and pulled it between her legs. “There ... now you know how much.”
She watched Jericho’s eyes turn from blue-green to something else. With one hand on the bed for support, Taylor rocked her body back and forth over Jericho’s fingers. Then she reached back and slid her hand between her thighs.
She flicked her tongue over Jericho’s ruby red lips and stared down into her eyes.”Ready to have some fun?”
Jericho sat up and curled her arm around Taylor’s body. “Fuck yes.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jericho kissed the backs of Taylor’s fingers and felt them clench tighter around her hand. Taylor turned her head to the side, her cheek was red and flushed. Her dark hair was slick and stuck to her face. Jericho arched her back and pressed her lips to her ear. She tilted her hips upward and felt Taylor’s fingers clench again. Jericho pushed a little deeper and then withdrew slowly, stopping right where the magic seemed to happen.
Taylor’s eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth fell open but there were no sounds.
Jericho chuckled softly and kissed her cheek again.
Taylor groaned and opened her eyes. “Am I funny?”
Jericho smiled. “No, you’re perfect.”
“You were laughing,” she moaned.
Jericho hovered close to her ear. “Not laughing. I’m just really happy.” She kissed her cheek again.
That made Taylor smile. “Mmm. Me too.” She closed her eyes again. “Did you think we’d be doing this tonight?”
Jericho arched backward and looked down at the expanse of their bodies. They were on top of her sheets. Taylor was face-down beneath her and she was tucked between her legs. Her arm was wrapped under Taylor’s body, her fingers played gently between her thighs. Each time she thrust her hips, the thick toy strapped to her sunk inside Taylor’s beautiful body. “I really didn’t think we’d be doing this tonight. But I’m sure glad I was wrong.”
Taylor grinned. Her half-lidded eyes looked back over her shoulder. “You like fucking me?”
“I really like fucking you,” Jericho whispered. She pushed her hips again and watched the toy slide in and disappear. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.”
It was after 2 am. They’d slept for an hour somewhere around midnight but neither woman had been ready to call it quits just yet. When Taylor had asked whether she owned any toys, Jericho had simply rolled over and pulled open the drawer beside her bed.
“This one,” Taylor had said.
And there she was beneath her. A cool breeze blew in through the French doors. Everything had changed in a matter of hours.
“I want to see you,” Taylor said softly.
Jericho pulled out slowly and helped her roll over.
“God, I feel like rubber,” Taylor sighed. She laid back on the pillow. “Stay like that a second.”
Jericho stayed where she was - sitting back on her knees in the middle of the bed. Any shyness she may have felt before had long since vanished.
Taylor sat up and slid her hands up her body. She cupped her breasts and pinched gently at her nipples. She bent her head and pulled one into her mouth. Her eyes looked up. “Your tits taste good … your pussy tastes good … even your sweat tastes good.” She dragged her tongue up Jericho’s chest and then their mouths tangled and sparred again. Taylor’s eyes rolled back and then closed. Her fingers began pulling at the straps of Jericho’s harness. “Take this off,” she breathed.
Taylor pushed her backward on the bed and hooked her arms beneath her knees. Then Taylor slid onto her belly and dropped her beautiful head down.
Jericho stretched her arms above her as her skin flushed with heat. Taylor’s eyes flashed up at her, narrowing deviously when her fingers joined in. Jericho pressed her forearm to her mouth and cried softly into it.
Within hours, she thought, everything had changed.
After, Taylor crawled up her sweat-soaked body. She kissed her cheek and then whispered in her ear. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
Their lips came together. Jericho felt the intensity build in Taylor’s body again. She raised herself from the bed and pulled Taylor outside onto the balcony where the night sky exploded into a billion stars. Before dawn, they curled together and fell asleep in a kiss.
***
Jericho opened her eyes. She knew she’d been floating somewhere between sleep and lucidity for the last couple of hours. Taylor’s eyes were open in front of her. She was smiling. “Hi,” she said.
Jericho pulled her closer. “Hi.”
Taylor held her face and kissed her. It started slow but then deepened until finally, Taylor rolled on top. “I think I’m infatuated with your mouth,” she whispered shyly. Her eyes sparkled down at her. She swept her long hair to the side and rolled onto her back. She turned her head and nestled into the pillow. “Did you have fun last night?”
Jericho inched closer and pulled the sheet down Taylor’s body. “So much fun,” she said as she took the whole beautiful image in.
“Me too,” Taylor said and then closed her eyes. “I think it might have been a little more than I was expecting.”
Jericho reached for her hand and pulled it to her lips. “Me too,” she said softly. She propped herself on one elbow and looked down at her. “Are you okay?”
Taylor sighed. “I’m better than okay.” She reached her hand up and stroked it down Jericho’s face.
Jericho clasped her finger between her lips. “It just seems like you’re thinking about something.”
Taylor looked back at her. “I am … but it’s okay.”
“So can we do this again?” Jericho asked. “I’d really like to.”
“I would too,” Taylor said. “Right now, I should probably have a shower before Max wakes up.”
“Go ahead, I’ll listen for him.”
Taylor kissed her again and then rolled out of bed. Her black hair was wild. There were marks on her shoulders and thighs. She eyed herself in the mirror and laughed. “Look what you did to me.”
Jericho raised herself from the sheets and stood beside her in the mirror. “And look what you did t
o me.” There were marks all over Jericho’s back and thighs including a hand-shaped welt on her right butt cheek.
“No one will see it once you’re dressed,” Taylor said. She ran her fingers over Jericho’s hips and then bit her lip. Her eyes flashed upward. “But I’ll know.”
Taylor gathered her clothes from the chair beside Jericho’s dresser and picked up her bag. “I get to do the walk of shame wearing the same dress I showed up in. Think your neighbors will notice?”
“Um,” Jericho laughed. She bet they would.
“I’m kidding. My mama said she’d pick us up. I’ll get her to bring me a change of clothes.”
“I might have something you can put on,” Jericho offered. She pulled open her drawer. “Help yourself.”
Taylor picked through the stack of shorts and t-shirts. “Well, this will save me calling my mother.” She looked up at Jericho and smiled. “Relieved?”
“A little.”
Taylor went off to the shower while Jericho threw something on. After a few minutes, she heard Max call out from the spare room. Taylor called back from inside the bathroom. “Coming, baby,”
“I got him,” Jericho said through the door. She opened Max’s door slowly.
“Jay Jay,” he said and smiled.
“Hey, little buddy. How was your sleep?”
“Mama,” Max said and pointed out to the hallway.
“Yes, she’s coming. You want to come and find Digger?”
“Gig,” he said and swiftly crawled across the bed. His little eyes squinted against the sunlight that was streaming through the hallway.
Taylor came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. “Hi, sweetness.”
“We were just going to find Digger,” Jericho said. Max was already moving toward the stairs. “I got him. Take your time.”
Taylor looked at them both and then smiled. “Okay then.”
Jericho guided Max downstairs to where they’d penned Digger for the night. “Here he is,” Jericho said. The puppy and Max were both happy to see each other. “Let’s get you boys outside.”
Jericho led them down the back steps and into the yard. A few minutes later, when Taylor came down they were all rolling on the grass.
“Look at you guys,” Taylor said. She sat down beside them.
Jericho reached her hand over and Taylor gripped it tight. “Hey, sexy.”
“Hey,” Jericho said. She rolled herself backward and landed on her knees. She bent forward and gave Taylor a kiss. “Thanks for an incredible night.”
Taylor’s eyes sparkled in the sunlight. “Thank you for having me.”
“So … no pressure but I personally had the best night of my life last night …”
Taylor began to laugh.
“… and I was just wondering if you would like to spend the day together. We could take a trip down to the lake and Max could swim. We could …”
“Yes,” Taylor said enthusiastically. She leaned in close to Jericho’s ear. “A little pussy made you better at asking me out.”
“Just imagine what a little more could do,” Jericho whispered.
Taylor smiled back at her. “You want more?”
“I’m greedy, what can I say.”
“Then how about I make you dinner tonight. Here - not at my place. Mama can have another night to herself.”
“Yes!” Jericho said. She stood up and did a cartwheel. Then she flipped the soccer ball up onto her knees and punted it gently to Max.
“Ba Ba,” Max said as he toddled toward the ball. He landed on it with his whole body and then toppled over onto the grass.
Taylor laughed at them both. “You like playing with Jericho, don’t you baby?”
“I bet he’s hungry,” Jericho said. “I can make him some oatmeal and yogurt, or maybe eggs? What does he like for breakfast?”
Taylor shielded her eyes from the sun. “Either of those would be just fine.”
“Then how about both?” Jericho said. She knelt down and kissed Taylor again. “You guys stay here. I’ll go inside and make us something tasty.”
“You sure you don’t want any help?”
“It’ll take me fifteen minutes, tops. Stay here and enjoy the morning.”
“Alright.”
Jericho went in through the back door and pulled her phone from the charger. She kept her eye on Taylor and Max through the back window as they played on the grass. She dialed her sister’s number.
A few rings later, Lexi answered. “What’s up?”
Jericho took a deep breath. “I need your help.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Malaga, Spain
“I think it’s here,” Lexi said as she slowed the car down to a crawl. “Yes, this is the place.” She pulled over and parked at the edge of the warehouse parking lot.
Cate had already begun to feel nervous. She looked around the barren parking lot and then turned in her seat to scan the road behind them. “Should I wait here?”
Lexi reached behind the driver seat for her bag and pulled out her wallet. “Yes. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Lexi hadn’t seemed phased by any of it, as if renting a vehicle and claiming a package under a false identity was an everyday occurrence. Cate watched her casually walk toward the building in her light gray suit and eventually disappear inside.
She scanned the building and the rest of the lot from where she sat. She wondered if a black box on an adjacent power pole was a security camera. She slunk down in her seat and slid her sunglasses on.
A car passed in the street and then another right behind it. Cate watched the cars slow and then stop. The second, a black sedan with tinted windows, pulled a U-turn and then drove back her way. She slunk down in her seat even further and watched it stop at the far side of the parking lot just as they had.
Then the second car pulled alongside the first. No one got out. Both cars just sat with their engines running and then almost simultaneously, both switched off. Finally, one of the car doors opened and a man in a dark suit stepped out. He wore sunglasses and a hard expression. He stood with his arm resting on the hood of his car and watched the entrance to the warehouse. The second driver stepped out and stood to watch.
“Who are you?” Cate whispered.
Still, they made no moves. They just stood there watching the door as if expecting someone they knew to emerge.
“Come on Lexi,” Cate whispered. “Look out the window.”
Then, one of them made a move. He shut his driver side door and buttoned his jacket. The other nodded to him and did the same. Both men walked toward the building, one stopped short of the doorway and peered through the edge of the window. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone. He pointed for the other man to go around back.
“Shit!” Cate muttered.
The first one was making a call and had stepped back from the doorway and away from the window. Cate watched the other guy make his way down the side of the building and disappear behind it.
“They’re looking for her,” Cate said out loud. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”
The guy with the phone went around the other side until he disappeared from view. Cate opened the passenger door and beelined for the entrance of the warehouse. When she stepped inside, there was no one there. She stood there, out of breath. There was no one behind the counter. No one down the narrow corridor that led into the back. She could hear a radio playing somewhere beyond. There were lines of steel shelving along the far wall behind the counter where a few packages and boxes sat. There was a stack of boxes with plastic wrap around them.
She could hear voices, two men bantering in fast-paced Andalusian. Cate peered out the window but saw nothing more than the empty parking lot. She had no idea where Lexi was. She’d disappeared. Cate decided to run back to the car before the men in suits returned. She was almost through the door when she heard a deep male voice beside her.
“Hello.”
Cate shielded her eyes from the bright sun with her h
and. She looked up into the face of a tall, burly man in dark sunglasses.
“Hello,” she said. “I … think I might be lost.”
He smiled at her. “Really? What is it that you are looking for?”
Cate wasn’t good at thinking fast under duress especially when she had no idea where she was. She thought back to the streets they had passed on their way there. “I was told there was a market around here. I don’t speak Spanish very well.”
“You’re American?”
“Yes.” She tried to laugh. “I suppose that’s obvious.”
The man smiled at her again though Cate didn’t get the impression that he believed a word she was saying.
“Perhaps you will find something along this road,” he said pointing back the way they had driven.
“Thank you,” Cate said. Just then, the second man emerged from the other side of the warehouse. The two men spoke to each other a moment but most of it was too fast for Cate to catch. Is this her? No, but watch her, was all she got.
She walked back to the car as casually as she could. As she drew nearer, she heard a whisper from inside. “Get in the driver side.”
Cate obeyed and walked around to the driver side door.
“Keys are on the seat,” Lexi whispered again. From the corner of her eye, Cate could see that Lexi was crouched down in the back seat.
“Who are they?” Cate whispered when she was inside.
“I don’t know,” Lexi said.
Cate fumbled with the keys.
“It’s the big one,” Lexi coached.
Cate’s hands were shaking so much that she could barely get the key in the ignition. She glanced up through the windshield. Both men were walking slowly toward her, the first one was on his phone again.
“Drive Cate,” Lexi prompted.
“I’m trying,” Cate said. She turned the key and the car started.
“Back out the way we came then follow my directions,” Lexi said.
Cate backed-up and turned the car around then headed for the exit. In her rearview mirror, she could see both men race back to their cars.