by B. L Wilson
“Come with me, Sergeant. I’ll put you to bed while I still can.”
“What about the iced coffee that I slaved over?”
“Forget it. Bring the whipped cream, though. Since you forgot to put it in the coffee, maybe we can find another use for it,” Susan said over a shoulder as she sauntered out of the kitchen.
Liz limped quickly to the refrigerator to search for some whipped cream. She found it on the shelf inside the door. She kissed the can and then muttered, “I like how your mind works, Susan Drummond.” She made her way to the guest bedroom she’d occupied for the last twenty-four hours. She found the woman of her daydreams sitting on the bed waiting for her.
“This is my home, yet I feel uncomfortable in here, like I’m invading your privacy. Am I, Lizzie? Do you want me here?” Susan asked, studying her as Liz limped through the doorway.
Liz sat down next to her on the bed and nodded. She didn’t trust her lips to say what was in her heart and had been there for the last couple of days. She cupped Susan’s face and kissed her deeply. She pushed Susan gently down on the bed, then lay next to her. Hazel eyes closed when she stroked naked arms and slowly pushed up Susan’s sleeveless shell to expose her belly. She moved up the fabric to expose a bright mint green, lacy see-through bra. She stopped to stare at the pretty bra and the honey-colored breasts with the pert nipples pressing against the lace. “Hmm, you look so good, Love,” she whispered, cupping Susan’s breasts, and then bent down to taste each one.
“That feels good. Suck my nipples again, Lizzie.” Susan closed her eyes and groaned. “God, that’s one of my pleasure spots.”
“Show me another one, Love. Tell me where you want me to taste you next, Susan,” Liz whispered into an ear as Susan writhed on the bed in ecstasy.
Liz pulled the shell over her head. Her bra was next to go. She straddled Susan’s waist to take the bra off, then leaned over to suckle her breasts again.
It felt like an electric arrow shot straight into her womb. “God, that’s good, Lizzie! I want you to taste me down there,” Susan ordered.
“Where, Love? Can I taste you here?” Lizzie asked, playfully kissing her way down a smooth golden-red-colored belly until she reached the waistband of the slacks Susan wore. She unzipped the slacks, then ran gentle, warm hands inside them, caressing Susan’s mound and moving down her thighs. She eased Susan’s slacks down so she could kick them off.
Liz awkwardly removed her own clothes, dumping them in a messy, tangled heap on the floor by the bed. She stood over the bed, looking down at the beautiful woman writhing with passion for her touch. The mint green panties contrasted wonderfully with the bronze undertone of Susan’s skin. Their skin made an incendiary contact and she completely forgot about the whipped cream when she straddled Susan again, then removed her panties.
“Your skin feels so hot,” Liz murmured as she rolled Susan on top of her.
Susan was out of her mind with hunger. She rubbed against Liz, forgetting about the bruises covering her body. She grasped strong shoulders and held on to them as she ground hard into Liz’s pelvis. She groaned loudly when Liz’s lips captured a nipple gently and nipped it with tender teeth as it swayed back and forth. Dear God, Liz made her feel so good as she ground out a sweaty, frenzied rhythm against her. “Make me cum, Lizzie. Make me!” she chanted as she continued the heated, energetic pace.
Liz’s hand slipped between the two bodies. Her finger found Susan’s moist core. She moved a finger quickly in, then almost out of her pussy, dragging a thumb against her clit and making Susan gasp as she moved firmly against exploring fingers.
“Does this feel good to you, Love?” Liz whispered in her ear.
Susan opened eyes that were turning greenish-brown when Liz first touched her and nodded. “Yes, oh God, Lizzie, I’m cumming! I can’t stop. I’m cumming.” She moved against invading fingers a final time.
Liz felt muscles tighten around her fingers, then Susan bit into her shoulder before she collapsed in her arms. She held Susan tightly as her body jerked and twitched for several minutes. She pushed the corkscrew curls away so she could see Susan’s face clearly. “How do you feel?”
Panting heavily, Susan opened her eyes. She held up a finger to signal she needed a minute to catch her breath. She felt large hands soothing her back as she stared at Liz with a dazed smile. “I didn’t think that making love could feel this wonderful, Lizzie. It never has before today. There’ve been women over the years. Lord knows, I’m not a nun, but none of them made me feel as alive as you have, Elizabeth Gilmore.”
“You’re gonna make me blush, Miss Drummond,” Lizzie added, smiling shyly.
Susan watched a reddish tinge that started at the tips of her ears and worked its way down to her cheeks. “You’re right.” Hazel eyes twinkled at her.
“I’m right about what?”
“You are blushing.” Susan leaned over and traced the red trail lightly with her fingertips from an ear to Liz’s cheekbone, then followed the finger with butterfly kisses. “Maybe you’re not turning red from embarrassment. I noticed how you turn red for other reasons too. Allow me to show you.” She grinned wickedly, then leaned over and bit a nipple, holding it in her teeth. She applied exquisitely gentle pressure until it hardened and Lizzie moaned. Then she moved down Liz’s body to kiss the appendix scar and felt Liz’s stomach muscles quiver just as they had upstairs.
Liz squeezed her eyes tightly shut and grabbed at the sheets as she moaned. “Ooo, you remembered my spot,” she gasped.
“I know where another one is too,” Susan remarked just before she slowly slid down, making contact with as much warm brown skin as possible on her way to a special target. After finding the second hot spot on Liz, Susan kissed her inner thighs. “Is this another spot, Sweet Lizzie?”
Liz groaned a yes and then tried to buck upward against the air.
“Not yet, Lizzie, hold on. It’ll be good, I promise.” Susan moved down between her legs.
Sweat popped out on Liz’s forehead from the effort to control her release. She moaned. “I can’t hold it. If you keep … Ooo dear God, you make me wanna cum.” A clever tongue touched the tip of a slick clit and Liz felt a powerful explosion fighting for release deep inside. She felt another glorious swipe of Susan’s tongue against her clit. The inferno inside was forcing her to move against Susan’s invading tongue until its flames consumed her. Her thighs became hard brown marble columns as she strained to reach the sky and then saw bright, vivid colors flash in her mind. “Ah, it feels so good. You make me feel so good, Love.” Dark eyes opened wide and unseeing, then closed.
That night, as Liz lay in bed with her head against Susan’s shoulder, she asked a question that had been on the tip of her tongue for hours. “Do you always take a bite out of your lovers?” she remarked, measuring the size of her hand against Susan’s smaller one.
“No, I never have. Why do you ask?”
Liz chuckled in response. “Never bitten your lovers, huh? Well, I’ve heard of love bites. I’ve had hickeys before, but this isn’t one of them.” She rubbed a red spot on her shoulder with two fingers and grimaced.
Susan frowned, then leaned in a little closer. She could clearly see a slight indentation in Liz’s skin. When she ran a finger lightly over it, she could feel tiny ridges. Hazel eyes grew large with concern. “Oh God, Lizzie. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Her eyes reminded Liz of jars full of dark golden honey on a bee farm she and her classmates visited when she was a kid. All that liquid gold looked so enticingly sweet. Before she knew it, Susan’s lips lowered and kissed her wounded shoulder lightly. “Hmm, that’s nice. I coulda used you when I broke my ankle years ago. Back then, I needed somebody to kiss it and make it better.”
“And now, Lizzie, do you need someone to kiss you and tell you Danny’s death wasn’t your fault?”
Susan felt Liz stiffen in her arms and move away from her loose embrace. She looked into Liz’s eyes.
“R
eality sucks, doesn’t it?”
Susan nodded, then caressed Liz’s cheek. “Answer my question, Lizzie?” she asked softly.
“I’m here in your arms. Isn’t that enough?”
Susan sighed. She wished her sergeant could be more revealing about her feelings. “I guess it’ll have to do for now. When this business is over, Elizabeth Gilmore, I’m going to ask the question again. I want a real answer.”
Determined hazel eyes stared into hers and Liz thought of dark liquid gold with green highlights. Liz stared into them and nearly lost her senses for a moment. They drew closer just before she felt another heated kiss from soft lips.
“Do something for me, Lizzie.” Susan traced the outline of Liz’s lips with a tender finger and then followed it with another kiss.
“What’s that, Love?”
“Come with me tomorrow to the country club. I want you to meet John Flint.”
Liz’s senses went on alert. She scanned Susan’s face. “You mean the old man who owns Flint Industries? I thought he died a while back, Susan.”
“No, not the father; you’re right. He died several months ago. I meant his son, Johnny.” When Susan said his name, her eyes lit up with green highlights.
Liz remembered overhearing a conversation earlier that ended with the words “love you.” She folded her arms across her chest and studied Susan with cool eyes. “Are you sure you want me to meet him?”
Growing uncomfortable under Liz’s silent accusatory glare, Susan remarked, “What? What’s wrong, Lizzie?”
“I overheard a conversation that you ended by saying you loved Johnny. I’m wondering why you’d want me to meet somebody that you… I don’t know, that you…” Her voice faded as she noted the evil look in Susan’s eyes.
“Go on, finish the sentence, Sergeant.” Susan’s eyes narrowed.
Liz swallowed her next words and sighed. “Christ, I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
Susan looked annoyed. “Yes, you are, Sergeant!” she snapped.
Liz groaned. “Call me Liz or Lizzie. Please don’t start with that ‘Sergeant’ business again. It makes me nervous, probably as nervous as you are about my gun.”
“I can’t have you nervous, now can I? I want you under my control but not nervous. What can I do to allay your fears, Lizzie?” Susan leaned over and bit a pert nipple. It grew harder against her lips. She nearly purred like a cat as her hand crept down. She dragged a light finger against Liz’s scar and then caressed it.
Liz closed her eyes when she felt her stomach muscles tremble. “Ooo, that feels so good.”
Susan grinned smugly as she watched the first stirrings of Liz’s climax. She decided this wasn’t the appropriate time to discuss Johnny Flint. There would be plenty of time to do that later. “It’s supposed to feel good, Lizzie,” she whispered.
Later in the night, Susan told Liz that Johnny Flint was the oldest friend she had. She described how they’d grown up together as almost brother and sister. Johnny was the brother that she’d never had. She could tell him anything. She didn’t tell Liz how she secretly hoped Johnny would approve of her serious sergeant. He’d always found excuses not to meet any of her other girlfriends, but this time, she was determined to introduce him to Liz.
Liz Gilmore was a woman she planned to keep around for a while, a very long while. She was smart, gentle, funny, and fiercely independent, but family was important to her too. She admired a woman like that. Beside, Lizzie was sexy as hell in that police uniform of hers. If Johnny saw how well they suited each other, he’d finally accept that she preferred the company of women in her bed. He’d stop asking her to marry him too. She studied Liz’s face as she slept and smiled.
CHAPTER NINE … At the club, part II
Jake tapped on the trailer door. There was no answer. “Jen? Hello, Jen, are you in there?” He knocked harder against the cheap screen door.
Danny Jr. lumbered into view like a miniature Frankenstein monster. He looked up through the worn screen door. He grinned, a big toothless smile, and raised his little hands as though he wanted to Jake to carry him. He sang in baby gibberish.
“Hey, little man, how are you tonight?” Jake stooped down and talked to the baby through the screen.
A shapely pair of legs appeared behind the little boy. Jen picked up her son and then unhooked the door. “Hello, Jake. Sorry, I didn’t hear you knocking. I was in the back, packing.” Warm brown eyes stared up at him.
Jake wondered why he’d never noticed how pretty Jen was before. He watched her walk ahead of him into the living room. The gentle movement of her hips fascinated him. “Are you going somewhere?” he asked, reaching over to play with the baby’s hands as he stared at her.
“I came into some money. A life insurance policy I never knew Danny had. My mother asked me to stay with her for a while. She hasn’t been well lately. With Danny gone, I don’t have anything to keep me here. What do you think I should do, Jake?” Warm brown eyes searched his.
Jake scratched the back of his head and then stroked his beard. He liked visiting her here in this little trailer with the boy. It was a cozy arrangement for him. Now it looked like it was going to be over too soon. He settled on the couch next to her and the baby. “When will you leave?”
“Tomorrow morning. I was hoping you’d stop by so I could tell you.”
Jake frowned. That was much too soon. He thought he’d have more time with her. “That’s kinda quick, isn’t it?”
“No, not really, Jake. If Danny were alive, I’d go stay with my mother for a while anyway. She has cancer, Jake. I want to be there when she…goes.” Jen sighed heavily. “The doctors say she doesn’t have much time left. My mother’s never seen the baby. She’s too weak to travel. When Danny was alive, we couldn’t scrape up enough money to send the baby and me. With the insurance money, I can finally go.” Her lower lip trembled. She hugged the baby tighter.
Jake reached out and stroked her arm. “It’s okay, Jen. I think you should go. Where does your mom live?”
“She lives in Brooklyn.”
Jake’s eyes widened. “You mean in New York?” Surprised dark eyes stared at her and then softened as she nodded. “What part of Brooklyn, Jen?”
“Bed-Stuy.”
“Hey, that’s my old stomping ground.”
“I didn’t realize that. Maybe I’ll see you there sometime.”
His dark eyes gazed into her warm brown ones and he mumbled something about that being nice. He cleared his throat. “Could I give you and the boy a ride to the airport? I wanna make sure you two get off all right.”
Jen smiled. “I’d like that, Jake. You’ve been so good to the baby and me. I don’t know how to thank you. We needed your shoulder to lean on. Thank you for being there for us.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“I didn’t do anything, Jen. I liked your husband a lot. He was a real brave man, Jen, saving that woman’s life the way that he did. If he were a cop, we’d bury him as an inspector. It’s just the luck of the draw that he wasn’t one when he died. I’m just so sorry it happened.” Jake checked his watch and then stood up. “I’d better say good night and let you finish your packing. I’ll be back bright and early to take you to the airport.”
Jake bent to kiss her cheek again, but the baby moved. Jen moved with little Danny. His kiss landed on Jen’s mouth. Incredibly soft lips responded to his urgings and kissed him back. He was breathing heavily and so was Jen when the kiss ended. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
Jen touched her lips with a surprised look in her eyes and then smiled into his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jake.”
Jake nodded. “Yes, Ma’am, I’ll be there.” He marched outside to the porch. “What’s wrong with me? The woman’s husband died barely three weeks ago. Here I am, trying to jump her bones. Christ!” he muttered in a disgusted tone, pacing back and forth on the little porch. He finally walked down the stone steps, scolding himself all the way to his rental car.
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nbsp; The next morning, Jake left the stakeout to take Jen and little Danny to the airport. Had he stayed a bit longer, Jake might have enjoyed the spectacle of Susan Drummond trying to convince Lizzie to wear something other than the jeans and T-shirts she lived in during her off-duty hours. As it was, Officer Ingrams got quite an earful. He heard more than the sergeant and Miss Drummond intended him to hear of their discussion when he stopped in to use the bathroom.
Spotting Ingrams trying to ease back out the door, Liz stopped him. “Hey, Ingrams, wait a minute. I need your opinion on something. Susan and I were discussing what to wear to a luncheon at her club. She thinks I should dress up. I said I didn’t see what was wrong with jeans and a nice blouse. What do you think?”
Ingrams glanced at Susan Drummond, whose eyes dared him to disagree with her. Then he glanced at the sergeant, who was his supervisor. He held up his hands above his head in submission and then sighed loudly. “Sarge, I got four sisters, two older and two younger. One thing I learned being the only son in my family. Never talk to ‘em about sex, clothes, or boyfriends. Every time I did, I always lost. Ask me about the weather or sports. I’ll tell you what I think. But ask me about clothes, sex, or boyfriends, and I got no comment.” He shrugged and then came to attention. He saluted the women with two fingers to his forehead. “Sarge, Miss Drummond, enjoy the morning, Ladies.”
“That’s a smart man and wise words,” Liz muttered as she watched him march out to her father’s car.
Susan giggled. “Yes, he is and he’s certainly diplomatic when he wants to be.” She stood behind Liz and put her arms around her waist, hugging her loosely, taking care to avoid her bruised belly. “This is nice, Lizzie. I never had anyone spend the night with me. My women always ask me to spend the night with them. I could get to like this.”
Liz stroked her bare arms. “So could I, My Love. So could I, but I must admit I’m surprised you’ve never had overnight visitors. You are the best-looking woman I’ve seen since I moved here. Believe me, as a cop, you get a chance to see plenty of people.”