Definite Possibility

by Maggie Cummings

  “Is this okay?” she asked, dragging a kiss along her collarbone.

  “Uh-huh.” Lucy’s voice was low, and she didn’t open her eyes.

  Sam’s kisses were gentle as she worked her way back up Lucy’s neck, breathing in the combination of shampoo, soap, and the faint hint of coffee that still lingered on her skin after a long day at the store. Lucy’s nipples were hard against her hands and she was writhing a little against Sam’s crotch. Sam lifted Lucy’s shirt off. She lowered her head and grazed her mouth along the tops of her breasts before pulling down the lace and letting her tongue circle each nipple. Lucy moaned, low and soft.

  “I can slow down if you want.” It came out like a question, even though Sam was pretty sure she was getting green lights all the way.

  “No.”

  Sam moved from Lucy’s breasts to her mouth, touching their lips together gently as her tongue traced the outline of her soft, full lips. “I don’t want to pressure you,” she whispered. Even though she was dying, she wanted Lucy to know she was sincere.

  Lucy’s face was completely flushed, her eyelids heavy. “I can’t resist you when you move like this.”

  “Like what?” Sam moved a lock of hair to kiss the other side of Lucy’s face.

  “Like the way you’re moving right now.”

  “Huh?”

  “Oh my God”—Lucy bit her bottom lip—“you don’t even know you’re doing it, do you?”

  “Doing what?”

  “Your hips, they move when you kiss me. Every time.”

  Sam felt her face get hot. “They do?”

  “They do.”

  She pulled back a little. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “God, no.”

  Sam leaned in and kissed her hard and soft at the same time, holding their bodies close before she flipped them in one smooth motion. She moved on top of Lucy and positioned herself between her legs. She was grinding a little, and for the first time, she was completely aware of it. She almost couldn’t help it—she was hard as fuck and she could feel her clit pounding through her whole body. Lucy wanted her. It was obvious in everything, from the way she was moving, to her body language, to the way they were kissing. She was ready.

  When she moved to kiss her way down Lucy’s torso, Lucy held on to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. Sam couldn’t help but smile at the clever maneuver. She kissed her soft flat stomach, letting her tongue graze repeatedly over a raised scar near her belly button. What’s the story there? She might have asked but was immediately distracted when her hand brushed the crotch of Lucy’s yoga pants. They were wet. She looked up at Lucy.

  “I know.” She covered her eyes with one hand. “What you do to me.”

  “That’s hot.”

  “Embarrassing.”

  “Sexy.”

  Sam crawled back up Lucy’s body, kissing her sweetly at first and then not so sweetly as she inched below her waistline. A quick glance between them told her that Lucy’s panties were the same dark red color as her bra. Perhaps this was in the cards all along. Sam swallowed her smile and slipped one finger under the elastic near the thigh, letting her finger drift over to touch Lucy for real. She went nice and slow, knowing it was going to be fantastic.

  When she heard Lucy’s phone sound with the fourth text in under a minute, she stilled her hand.

  “Ignore it,” Lucy said.

  “You sure?”

  “If it was important they’d call.” The words were barely out before the phone rang. “Goddamn it.” Lucy pulled herself upright. “It’s my sister,” she said, obviously recognizing the specific ringtone. “Let me just get rid of her. She’s clearly not going to stop on her own.” Reaching past Sam, she grabbed her phone off the end table. “What, Em?”

  For a second Sam watched Lucy listen to her sister. Then she came up behind her, slid her hands under her bralette and covered her breasts with each palm. She felt Lucy’s breathing change at her touch. Sam was loving the effect she had on Lucy, who was writhing ever so slightly and seemed distracted from her conversation. Sam leaned forward to continue her onslaught, but Lucy suddenly moved away.

  “Wait. What?” There was a pause. “Now?” Lucy stood up and moved across the room snatching her shirt off the floor. “No, it’s okay. Let me go. I’ll see you in a minute.”

  Sam’s interest was piqued at Lucy’s words and she could tell Lucy was frazzled. “My sister is on her way here. Like, now. She’ll be here in a few minutes.” She put her phone down and fixed her bra, throwing her shirt on over it. “It’s a long story. She’s having some problems with her wife.”

  “That sucks.” Sam stood up and found her sweater. “Let me get out of your way here,” she added, glancing around for her shoes while trying to get her messy hair back in place.

  “No.” Lucy took two steps closer. “Stay. Please?”

  “Don’t you want to talk to your sister?”

  “Yes, but this is nothing new. They fight a lot.” Lucy sighed. “Emily will hunker down and vent for a while and let Frankie put the kids to bed. Then she’ll go home.” She frowned and seemed to reconsider. “Actually she might crash here. She sounded pissed. But stay anyway. Please?”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I want to sleep next to you tonight.” She hooked her pinky on Sam’s belt loop. “I am begging a little here.”

  “Hey, it’s fine with me. I don’t want to leave. I was being polite.”

  “Well, stop.” Lucy reached up and kissed Sam’s cheek. “I have to change quick.” She darted into the bedroom. “Thank God I answered the phone, by the way,” she called over her shoulder. “Emily has a key and that would have made for one very awkward introduction.”

  A minute later, Sam was standing behind the kitchen island when the apartment door opened and Emily stepped inside, a confused look washing across her face at the sight of Sam.

  “Hi.” Sam waved. “Lucy’ll be out in a second.” She nodded toward the bedroom. “She just had to do something.” It was a weird statement that didn’t really mean anything. She watched Lucy’s sister’s eyes narrow for a second as she processed, and Sam tried to breeze over it by introducing herself. She extended her hand. “I’m—”

  “Sam.” Lucy’s sister smiled, shaking Sam’s hand as she nodded acknowledgment. “It is nice to meet you.” She turned around as Lucy came out of the bedroom.

  “Hey, Em.” Lucy hugged her sister and walked over to Sam, rubbing her back affectionately. “You guys met, I see.”

  Lucy had changed into worn jeans and a cozy tee with a pretty low V-neck. If it was possible, she looked even better than before.

  “Baby sister, you should have told me your girlfriend was here.”

  Sam checked a look at Lucy to gauge her reaction to the word they had yet to use for each other. Lucy didn’t even blink.

  “Oh, please, like it would have mattered.” Lucy let out a low chuckle. “I know how you are when you get your mind set on something.”

  “Still, I feel bad. I’m sorry, Sam,” she said, sticking her tongue at Lucy as she apologized.

  Lucy responded in kind and held Sam’s hand all the way to the couch where she curled under her arm as they listened to Emily’s saga. It was nice being witness to Lucy’s interaction with her sister. They clearly adored each other and it was interesting to see Lucy in a completely different environment than the coffee shop. After about an hour, Sam figured she should give them some time alone. She made an excuse about work, grabbed her things, and headed to Lucy’s bedroom.

  She didn’t want to seem presumptuous, but Lucy had made it clear that she wanted her to stay, so she stripped down to her boxer briefs and T-shirt and slipped beneath the covers. The sheets were soft and smelled of Lucy and she could feel herself getting turned on already. This was going to be quite a challenge. She busied herself watching old episodes of Friday Night Lights and was almost dozing off when Lucy came into the room.

  “How’s your sister?” Sam asked th
rough a yawn.

  Lucy frowned and made a so-so gesture with one hand. “She thinks her wife is cheating on her.”

  “Really?” Sam put her device on the night table next to her. “Is she?”

  Lucy twisted her mouth to the side obviously considering. “Eh, I doubt it. I just think that Frankie can be a piece of work sometimes.” She crossed to the dresser and took off her watch. “I mean, I get that she works a lot, but still. My sister does everything. She takes care of the kids and the apartment and has her own job.” She slid her jeans off. “It wouldn’t kill her to pitch in more when she’s home.” She pulled her shirt over her head, sliding in next to Sam in her lacy bra and panties.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Sam leaned on one arm and her eyes took in the length of Lucy’s body. “This is what you’re sleeping in?”

  Lucy laughed. “Is that a problem?”

  Sam ran her hand along the curve of Lucy’s waist up to and over the fabric of her bra. She kissed Lucy lightly and said in a soft, husky voice, “You’re torturing me. You know that, right?”

  Lucy smiled against her lips. “I’m actually being kind.” She let her tongue graze Sam’s mouth as she spoke. “This is way more than I usually wear to bed.”

  Sam kissed her good and hard before pulling away with a huge sigh. “Please tell me your sister is not going to be here tomorrow night.”

  Lucy turned and curled into Sam’s body, taking her arm and wrapping it all the way around her waist. She kissed Sam sweetly. “Tomorrow it’s just me and you. I promise.”

  “Will you close the store early?” Sam breathed out. “Like, noon, maybe?”

  “It’s trivia night. So no.” Lucy chuckled again. Sam half laughed, half groaned with her. “Oh my God, I’m not gonna make it.” She rested her forehead on Lucy’s shoulder in mock defeat.

  “I promise, you’ll survive. And when you do, I will so make it worth the wait. One more day. Okay, babe?”

  Sam smiled into Lucy’s hair. The way she felt in this moment, about this woman, she would wait way longer than a day if Lucy wanted her to. But she kept that truth to herself. Instead she whimpered assent, hugged her close, and kissed her bare shoulder. It was going to be an excruciating twenty-four hours. “Good night, Luce.”

  *****

  From the moment her phone woke her with a text from Blynn at an ungodly hour, Sam’s day began its slow but steady veer off course. Their client wanted hands-on attention and the whole team was making the two-and-a-half hour journey to Hartford, Connecticut, to give them what they were paying for. At first, she still believed that she’d be back in Staten Island at a decent hour. Now, at seven p.m., hotel rooms had been secured and the prospect of going home tonight was long gone. Tomorrow wasn’t looking much better. It should be good news—the customer was pleased and kept adding on to the project. Her bonus would surely reflect her efforts, but right now she couldn’t care less about the money. She wanted one thing—Lucy.

  She barely ate her dinner or participated in the conversation as her colleagues tossed around ideas for the expanded platform. She drained the last of her Jack and Coke and was pleased when the waiter noticed and brought another straightaway. She was hoping the alcohol would dull the pain she felt over what she was missing tonight. Even when she tried to focus, her mind drifted back to Lucy in her bed, in her arms, in her lacy bra and out of it. The thought made her pulse race.

  “Where are you right now, Sam?”

  Blynn’s voice held more irritation than curiosity and Sam apologized immediately. This was still a working dinner. She should at least try to pay attention.

  “Let’s call it a night, people,” Blynn ordered, essentially dismissing them. “We’ll pick this back up tomorrow at nine.” The crew gathered their belongings and said good night, but with a nearly full drink, Sam didn’t move. Blynn stayed put as well and Sam watched her eyes follow their colleagues out of the restaurant before she faced her.

  “Keep your head in the game when we’re working, Sam.”

  “Yep.” She shook the ice in her drink. “Sorry about that.”

  “That’s better.” Blynn took a sip of her wine and moved slightly closer. “I know it was a long day.” Sam felt a hand on her knee under the table and tried to move her chair, but she was backed into the corner against the wall.

  “We have the whole night to work out”—she made a small circle with her wineglass—“whatever it is that’s got you so completely distracted.”

  “About that…” Sam started.

  Blynn’s hand sped up her leg until it hit her crotch. Sam jerked and reached down to grab it. “Blynn.”

  Blynn frowned dramatically, still dominating the conversation. “Well that’s sad.” She sulked a little. “I so hoped you’d already be wearing it for me.” She licked her lips slowly and suggestively. “No matter.” Leaning forward, she whispered, “Finish your drink and go get ready. I can’t wait to have your dick inside me.”

  She hated herself for it, but Sam throbbed hard at the overt suggestion. It was racy and over the top but it embodied the very things she enjoyed about their arrangement. There was no pretense. Blynn was direct about what she wanted, and in the past Sam had always been more than willing to give it to her. The chemistry between them was unbelievable. Maybe it was their circumstance or the shifting of their boardroom to bedroom dynamic. Sam was almost tempted, but when Blynn stood from the table, Sam stopped her. “Wait.”

  “Is there a problem?” Her voice was completely condescending.

  “Sit down for a second.”

  Blynn looked around and sat back down, obviously annoyed at the need for more conversation.

  “Blynn, I can’t.”

  “Can’t what?”

  “Do this.” Sam wagged two fingers between them. “Not anymore. I’m sorry.”

  Blynn looked up at the ceiling and let out a frustrated sigh. “What’s going on with you, Sam? You were out of it all day.” She held her hands up, clearly expecting an explanation. “And now suddenly you have a conscience?”

  Even though she was confused by the comment, she let it go. “I’m kind of with someone.”

  “Well, good for you.” Blynn smirked. She waited a second, jutting out her chin before she spoke. “We’re not dating, Sam. We’re fucking. You’ll forgive me if I don’t really care about the nuances of your love life.”

  “Jesus, Blynn.” Sam shook her head. “That’s not what I meant. I like this girl.” Sam looked right at her.

  Blynn raised her eyebrows in obvious challenge. “And what, you think I don’t like my wife? Feelings don’t factor in. That’s the beauty of it.”

  “Hold on a second.” Sam held up her hand. “You’re married?”

  “Please, Sam, don’t play dumb. It’s beneath you.”

  “I didn’t know,” Sam admitted in a low voice.

  They had never, ever talked about their personal lives. Sam rarely worked at the office, so she simply didn’t keep up with the day-to-day the way some of her co-workers did. She liked it that way. Work was work. This tidbit about Blynn’s private life threw her for a loop. Even though when she took a moment to process, it made complete sense. Blynn was a beautiful, smart, successful woman in her thirties. Of course she wasn’t single. Sam sank into her chair letting the truth resonate. Had she simply avoided the obvious because it was convenient for her? She huffed out a breath, disappointed in herself on multiple levels.

  “Look, Blynn.” She struggled for the right words. “Obviously I think you’re attractive, and I really…have a good time with you.” Did that sound insensitive? She cringed inside but held eye contact. “This girl is special. I’m sorry.” She paused for a second before continuing. “I hope this won’t affect our working relationship—”

  “Christ, Sam. Grow up.” Blynn flicked her hair off her shoulders. “Just bring your fucking A game tomorrow. You were a goddamn train wreck today.” She stood up and backed away. “I hope your little girlfriend is worth it,” she added with an
obnoxious smile. “But when you decide she isn’t”—she tilted her head in subtle invitation—“you know where to find me.”

  Sam peered through the glass wall that separated the hotel restaurant from the lobby as Blynn sashayed to the elevator. God, she was sexy. But damn, all she could think about was Lucy. Out of the blue it occurred to her they had never discussed being exclusive. She smiled to herself. It didn’t matter. She only wanted one person right now. And it was not her persuasive sexy pseudo-boss or the temptation of a sure thing.

  She reached for her phone, secretly hoping to steal a few minutes of playful chitchat with Lucy before things got under way at the coffee shop. She chewed the inside of her cheek as her thumbs banged away, excited to hear the tidbits of Lucy’s day. But first things first. She missed Lucy’s gorgeous face, so she fired off a quick request and crossed her fingers in hopes Lucy would comply.

  Show me you.

  *****

  “Hey, Luce, your phone is blowing up over here,” Meg called from the counter of the coffee shop. “Where did you want me to put this?” She lifted a box full of napkin refills as Lucy approached.

  “Could you put those in the back for me?” Lucy stopped to read her message. “Thanks, Meg.”

  “Please tell me you’re texting Sam and she’s on her way.”

  “I am, but she’s not coming.” Lucy held her phone at arm’s length above her, angling and smiling as she spoke. “She’s away for work.”

  “Oh my God, are you sending her a selfie?”

  “Do you need another assignment?” Lucy said in response.

  “When you’re done making goo-goo eyes at each other, tell her I said hi, and she fucked us over for tonight.”