Definite Possibility

by Maggie Cummings

  “Where’s her favorite spot?” Sasha asked. “I’ll go to her.”

  “My room.”

  Sasha headed up the stairs and Meg followed her into the bedroom, where Spencer was sprawled out across the spread, lazily stretching her legs as they entered.

  “Look at you, gorgeous.” Sasha crouched down next to the bed and held out her hand for Spencer to inspect.

  Spencer nosed her fingertips for a fraction of a second before pushing her jaw directly into Sasha’s hand. Sasha responded with ample petting and cooing as she moved to lounge next to Spencer on the bed. “I think I passed,” she said to Meg.

  “What?”

  “The test. Make it or break it?” Sasha added with a shift of her eyebrows. “I think I’m getting an A.”

  “Oh, you think so?” Meg said, kicking off her shoes as she lay down in the spot next to Sasha. She moved her long hair and kissed the back of her neck, moving her hand under Sasha’s sweater to feel the smooth skin against the palm of her hand. Sasha turned onto her back and Meg leaned down over her. She kissed her, intending to be sweet and go slow, but Meg’s whole body got hot at once as she grazed her fingertips over the flesh of Sasha’s belly and watched her mouth drop open in response.

  Sasha must have felt it too because she pulled Meg’s shirt over her head and her hands were already working on her belt. Meg leaned back and stood up off the bed, taking Sasha’s hand and lifting her up too. She slid her hands under Sasha’s shirt taking it off and letting it drop to the floor. She kissed the curve of her breasts above her bra and unbuttoned her jeans, watching them fall around her ankles as she kissed along her collarbone, her neck, and up to her lips. She unhooked Sasha’s bra and took it off, covering both breasts with the palms of her hands before she bent down to kiss them generously. Then she finished taking her own pants off, stepping out of them, and pulled back the bed covers. Thankfully Spencer got the hint and sprang off the bed and into the hallway. Meg shut the door behind her and slipped into bed next to Sasha.

  “You okay?” she asked, running her hand along the curve of Sasha’s side.

  “Of course,” Sasha responded. “Better than okay.”

  “Good.” Meg leaned forward and kissed her. It was deep and intense and before she knew it, she was on top of Sasha, the center of her body between Sasha’s legs, their remaining clothes scattered somewhere in the sheets. Everything was both familiar and fresh at the same time. Sasha’s scent, a sweet mix of expensive soap and pure desire, the little noises she made when they kissed, the baby moans she let out as Meg slipped the first finger inside which increased when she added another, and finally the loud moans she’d nearly forgotten about when Sasha climaxed. It was followed softly, so softly it was almost inaudible, by Sasha breathing out her name.

  When Sasha whispered, “I love you,” it was new, completely welcome, and it made Meg gush with excitement and need.

  When Meg flipped onto her back, Sasha went with her, her cool lips kissing the soft spot between Meg’s chest and shoulder.

  “I love these freckles.” She nuzzled in and Meg could feel her smiling against her skin. “I missed them.”

  “What freckles?” she said, recycling an old joke. “I barely have any.”

  “Right, I forgot,” Sasha answered, going along with Meg’s denial. She traced her lips along Meg’s chest and abdomen, and lower, tipping her head up as she teased, “I’m just going to check if you have any new ones.”

  Meg answered with a suggestive eyebrow raise.

  “You don’t know,” Sasha said, playful as she continued her way down Meg’s torso. Meg didn’t stop her, she wouldn’t dare. She’d been fantasizing about this moment for a full year. Now that it was finally happening she hoped like hell she would last more than thirty seconds. Feeling her hips arch uncontrollably as Sasha’s mouth reached her, she knew it would be fast. It didn’t matter, she reminded herself with an indulgent smile. Suddenly, they had forever.

  *****

  “We should get some sleep.” Meg’s speech was slurred with exhaustion as she held Sasha from behind, dropping light kisses on her bare shoulder.

  “But look at that sunrise,” Sasha said watching the sky change colors through the bedroom window.

  “One of these days, you know, when we can actually walk again, we’ll go down to the beach and check it out for real.”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  The whole night was as easy as this. Cuddling and caressing one another and talking with ease about their future. They rehashed some of the past too, dissecting mistakes they’d both made and coupling them with promises of open communication and a level of commitment that felt honest and new. When they were together, insatiably gratifying one other all night long, it was intense and sweet and perfect. The road ahead likely wouldn’t always be as smooth as the last twelve hours, but Meg was sure of one thing: Sasha was her person. She hadn’t ever really thought about it in those terms before Sasha had said it so simply, so succinctly, the night before.

  Sasha took Meg’s hand and rubbed her lips over her knuckles. The gesture was sexy and comforting and Meg could almost feel her heart rate slowing as she started to drift off.

  “Before I forget,” Meg said, “we’re meeting the girls at Lucy’s at ten thirty.”

  “Fun. Should I set an alarm on my phone?” Sasha asked, reaching for it off the end table before Meg answered.

  “Mmm, yeah. Probably,” she muttered, losing the battle to stay awake.

  “Good night, babe. Or, technically, good morning,” Sasha corrected herself as she put her phone down and curled her body into Meg’s, nestling in for sleep. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” Meg smiled soundly as she fell into a world of dreams that didn’t hold a candle to her reality.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  “Thank you so much for driving,” Lucy said from the passenger seat of Sam’s immaculate SUV. “You’re too good to me.”

  “I don’t mind at all.”

  “You may feel differently after a weekend with the Weston family.”

  “Well, at least I have a getaway car, if necessary.” Sam tossed a wink across the console. “In case all you girls get to be too much for me.”

  “You joke now, but after an hour with my sisters, your ears will be bleeding.”

  “Never.” Sam switched lanes, taking advantage of some movement in the dense traffic. “Emily will be there, right?” She settled her hand over the top of the smooth steering wheel. “She’ll look out for me.”

  “She does love you.”

  “And can you really blame her?” Sam teased.

  She grinned when she caught Lucy sticking out her tongue. “You’re so cocky,” Lucy said. “I don’t know what I see in you.”

  “You love me.”

  “I do.” Lucy checked a text that had just come through. “Speak of the devil,” she said, her eyes still locked on the screen. “It’s Emily. She’s headed to the LIRR now.” Lucy shook her head. “By herself. With two fucking kids.”

  “Why is she taking the train? We would have picked her up.”

  Lucy jutted her chin out. “She’s taking the Long Island Rail Road because her fucking wife was supposed to be with her, but now Frankie’s stuck at work so she’s not coming until tomorrow.”

  “Things still aren’t good there, I take it.”

  “Frankie’s an ass.”

  “Did Emily ever determine if she was cheating? I know that was a concern a while back.”

  Lucy looked out her window at the ocean that bordered the highway. “I don’t know. She only ever mentioned it that one time. But I know she worries about it. I can tell.” She gave her phone a quick glance. “Whether her concern is warranted or not doesn’t change the fact that she deserves better than what she is settling for.”

  “Agreed.” Sam rubbed Lucy’s forearm. “Why doesn’t she leave?”

  Lucy shrugged, reaching for Sam’s hand. “I don’t know. They’ve been together foreve
r. But Em’s not happy. I wonder, sometimes, if she isn’t just scared.” Her voice got lower as though she was considering the possibility for the first time. “You know, two kids and everything.”

  “But Frankie barely helps her, you said.”

  “Emily depends on her financially.”

  “She has a job, though.” Sam looked over as the traffic stilled. “How old are the kids?”

  “Hannah’s six, Liam is four. They’re sweet.”

  “She works at a day care, right?”

  “She runs it actually. She has a degree in early childhood education.”

  “Babe, tell her to ditch Frankie and move to Bay West. Christ, she could probably open a day care center there. Or at least somewhere nearby. And you could give her shifts at your place if she needed. Plus, I’m sure she would get child support from her wife. What is it that Frankie does?”

  “She’s an ad executive for some big company. I forget the name.”

  “See.” Sam rubbed her fingers together. “Money.”

  “But where would she live?” Lucy looked unconvinced. “Even if she was down with this plan we’re so graciously working out for her without her consent or knowledge”—she chuckled at their harmless meddling—“it’s not like there’s an abundance of open apartments at Bay West.”

  “You bring up an excellent point.” Sam tried to hide her grin as she spoke. “What about Seventy-Two Vista? Top floor?”

  “Jerk.” Lucy whacked her playfully. “That’s my apartment. I love Emily, but that place is not big enough for four of us.”

  “You could stay with me.”

  “At chez Miller, up on posh Todt Hill?” She raised her eyebrows. “The digs look sweet from the outside, but I have it on good authority that Mom and Pop Miller are not super cool with their daughter bringing the ladies home.”

  “Mmm. Good point.” Sam scratched her chin. “I guess we could stay at the new three-bedroom I just bought at the end of Crescent Street.”

  “What? Crescent Street, as in Bay West? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I wanted to see if they would take my offer first.” She smiled big. “Which they just did this morning. We’re already in contract.”

  “That’s fantastic. What number?”

  “Twelve.” Sam put on her turn signal to switch lanes again. “It’s not the place I was originally looking at. It’s way farther down where the street kind of bends. Almost in the back of the development. Near the softball field.”

  “That’s even better. Kind of private. Secluded.” Lucy shook her head, but a smile came through. “I can’t believe you kept this from me.” She leaned over and kissed Sam’s cheek. “Congratulations, babe.”

  “So you stay with me. Emily and her kids crash at your place until something opens up for them at the development. They would need something bigger than a one-bedroom anyway. But it could do in a pinch.” She muscled her way into the left lane even though it was barely moving. “Maybe, with real options, she’d consider it.”

  “Emily would totally love Bay West.”

  “Who doesn’t?”

  “True, but she would be so into all of their activities. She is a true joiner.” Lucy tapped her own chest. “We are complete opposites in that regard.”

  “Why don’t you mention it to her if you think she’s really not happy.” Sam reached for Lucy’s hand. “Bonus, you can help me design my new kitchen, since it needs to be completely gutted.”

  “Well, that sounds fun.” She squeezed Sam’s hand, getting serious for a moment. “Sam, you’re sweet to think of my sister.”

  “I love you.” She shrugged. “And I want to help Emily out. This would be a win for me too. I’d get to spend all my nights with you.”

  “I still can’t believe you held out on me.” She shook her head but clearly wasn’t upset.

  Sam made sure anyway. “I wanted to make sure I got it first. You’re not mad, right?”

  “Not even a little. I’m excited.” Her hand drifted up between Sam’s legs. “I may make you pay for withholding the info though.”

  “Is that right?” Sam looked pointedly at Lucy’s futile stretch across the wide center console as she tried, and failed, to reach Sam’s crotch. “Looks like an empty promise.”

  “There’s always later,” Lucy said.

  “At your parents’ house?” Sam opened her eyes wide. “Yeah, I think I’m all set,” she said with a slight laugh.

  “Aw, what happened to my girlfriend’s signature swagger?” Lucy teased.

  “It fizzled at the thought of having sex next door to your mom and dad.”

  “First off, my room is down the hall. Secondly, you will change your mind. Third, it’s going to be fantastic.” She reached for Sam’s hand again. “So quit being a wuss.”

  They spent the remainder of the ride bumper-to-bumper, talking about Sam’s new house and her plans for it. Lucy gave a brief rundown of the relatives who would be in attendance at tomorrow’s celebration and the family that would be at her parents’ tonight—just her sisters and their families, keeping it informal and intimate.

  Ninety minutes later, they pulled into Lucy’s parents’ driveway at the same time as a massive pizza delivery.

  The Weston family gave Sam a warm welcome complete with hugs all around. Lucy’s dad thrust a beer in her hand and gave her a clap on the shoulder as he talked about Staten Island’s role in the Revolutionary War. He was a sweetheart and had clearly done his research on the small borough. He obviously cared about his girls and wanted to connect with their partners—she could tell by the way he made her feel as welcome as Beth’s and Kate’s husbands who had been in the picture long before she had. In fact, both of those guys—John and Luke, she thought their names were—were super friendly as well. Lucy’s mom, and of course Emily, doted on her all evening, making her feel like she was already part of the family. It was a great night, but Lucy didn’t lie. It was loud. Beth’s three children and Emily’s two accounted for some of the racket, but the Weston core themselves were a force to be reckoned with. They were boisterous, funny, and competitive as they one-upped each other with outrageous and embarrassing stories from the past.

  Well after the children were put to sleep, Lucy’s parents called it a night and were followed shortly by Beth’s and Kate’s spouses. Sam took the cue to give the four sisters bonding time and she happily trekked up to Lucy’s room at the end of the upstairs hall listening to the girls cackle away.

  It was a good while later when Lucy finally came to bed, her energy still high from a night filled with laughter.

  “It was a good night?” Sam asked as she sat up.

  Lucy pulled her shirt over her head. “I love my sisters,” she said, still beaming. “And you…you were so charming.” She slid her pants off and folded them on the dresser. “Beth and Kate can’t say enough about you. And I think my dad about fell in love with you himself.”

  “He’s nice. Steve,” she said with a wink. “We’re buds.” She added a grin as she watched Lucy take off her bra, step out of her panties, and pull back the covers. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting into bed.”

  “Um, naked?”

  “Um, yeah,” she echoed, teasing with her tone. “Like always.”

  “Your parents are three doors away.” She turned her cheek when Lucy attempted a kiss. “And one of your sisters is right next door.”

  “It’s Emily,” she said, undeterred. “And who cares?”

  “I do.”

  “Sam, relax.” Lucy guided her face back and kissed her gently, slipping her hand underneath the waistband of her boxers. She smiled when she heard Sam’s breath catch even as Sam reached down to stop her. “Babe, it’s okay. I’m just touching.”

  Sam knew exactly where this was going, but her resistance melted away when she felt Lucy’s hand move lower. Without thinking she let out a groan that was both frustration and desire.

  “Shh.” Lucy whispered in her ear. “It’s okay,” she
repeated, kissing along the sides of Sam’s face and down her neck before she turned around slowly. She swung her leg over Sam’s body and kissed the area below her belly button as she pushed her boxers down.

  Sam couldn’t help but reach for Lucy’s beautiful body inches from her face. She spread her legs open for Lucy at the exact same time she brought Lucy down to her mouth. She loved sex like this, maybe because it reminded her of their first time, maybe just because it was hot. Either way, she knew Lucy knew it.

  The feel of their bodies touching everywhere, moving in time, plus the fact that it typically resulted in simultaneous orgasm—everything about it was perfect. Being together like this had come to symbolize precisely how Sam felt about their relationship: together, equal, connected, loved beyond measure. In this single moment, she was as happy as she ever remembered being and she gave all credit to her amazing girlfriend. And why shouldn’t she? Just hours ago in the car, Lucy had predicted this very moment and it really was about to be fantastic.

  *****

  The party got rolling around two o’clock. Sam and Lucy had enjoyed a lovely walk early in the day in a nearby park. It wasn’t quite hiking, but Sam relished the solitude with Lucy and managed to steal several kisses before they returned to the house, and when the extended family began arriving Lucy never left her side. She made sure Sam met all her aunts and uncles, keeping the introductions sweet as she rubbed Sam’s back and gently scratched her neck. When Sam slipped upstairs to charge up her phone, Lucy found her in the bedroom.

  Lucy wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist and kissed her between the shoulders. “You doing okay?”

  “Of course. Your family is awesome.”

  “They love you.”

  “I love you.” Sam turned around and dropped a kiss on Lucy’s forehead.