Shane led her onto the wraparound porch and into the house. She closed and locked the door behind them, then pushed Morgan against the wall with a heated kiss, mint tingling on her tongue. Shane’s fingers wove through the blonde curls of Morgan’s hair, and Shane inhaled the jasmine scent. A moan escaped her lips, matching the sound escaping Morgan. Shane pulled her away from the door then led them across the darkened room. She felt the edge of the couch buckle Morgan’s knees and tumbled down on top of her.
Want, need, and desire pulsed through her veins. She wanted Morgan naked and completely at her mercy. Her lips found Morgan’s and clamped down hard. Her fingers popped buttons on Morgan’s halter top, brushing kisses down her silken neck. She found the last button, and pushed the fabric apart, revealing the swell of breasts, nipples hard for attention. She slithered her way down Morgan’s chest, found an erect nipple, and sucked it between her lips. Morgan sighed into the darkness around them. Shane’s insides clenched with the delicate sound.
Morgan’s fingers wove through her hair, tugging gently, pushing her nipple deeper into Shane’s mouth. Shane reacted by nipping the pink bud with her teeth, jolting another groan from her throat.
“You feel so damn good.” Shane breathlessly huffed over Morgan’s skin. “And taste even better.” She quickly sucked the nipple back into her mouth.
Morgan stiffened above her. She opened her eyes and found ocean-blue eyes looking down at her, a frown etched her brow. She released her suctioned hold on Morgan’s nipple. “Just enjoy it, Morgan.”
She inched her way back up Morgan’s body, joining their lips in another fevered kiss. Morgan’s arms snaked around her neck, deepening the kiss. Morgan’s body writhed under her. Shane wanted nothing more than to please that demanding ache.
She ended the kiss and slid down Morgan’s stomach, found the clasp of her tight jeans and yanked them open. She rose above Morgan. “Let’s get these things the hell out of the way.” Morgan kicked off her sandals. Shane pulled both jeans and thong over now bare feet and tossed them in a heap on the floor.
She looked over Morgan’s naked body through the dim light of the moon oozing through the mini blinds. Every curve, every dip, every fold, was now memorized like a Kodak moment. Morgan attempted to rise. Shane grabbed her hips and yanked her ass to the edge of the couch. She slid to her knees on the floor and leaned her face between Morgan’s legs.
Morgan gasped and threw her head into the cushions as Shane’s tongue flickered across he clit. Her fingers tugged at Shane’s hair as fingers invaded the wet lips between her thighs, finding them ready and waiting for entry. Her mouth folded around Morgan’s clit, softly sucking. Morgan’s moans were music to her ears.
She ground her hips against Shane’s face while fingers probed between her legs, looking for a dark hidden core, finding it. One finger eased inside Morgan’s cunt, teasing the sides, plunging deeper.
“Oh, my … God” Morgan panted, throwing her head further into the cushions, arching her chest into the air.
Shane released her suctioned hold on Morgan’s clit. A single finger slid in and out. Another finger joined the first, slipping back inside her. “I think I could eat you alive, Morgan.”
“Then … do it.”
Shane sank between Morgan’s legs, sucking her clit and driving her fingers deeper. Morgan moaned into the air, gasping for breath, clawing against the fabric of the couch.
Shane loosed her lips from Morgan’s clit and slid her thumb to replace it, needing to watch every expression slide across Morgan’s face, needing to savor every flicker of desire.
Morgan screamed out. She trembled and writhed with convulsions. Shane drove her fingers to the hilt inside of her, wiggling them, spreading her wider, sending more pumps erupting from Morgan.
She watched Morgan’s face, painting each expression into the deepest part of her brain, never wanting to forget the first time she carried Morgan over this peak. She knew in her heart, by the look in Morgan’s eyes when she fearfully faced Dawn, that this might be the last time she would see this beauty again. She meant to cherish every moment.
Morgan’s body fell in a heap above her, depleted of energy. A smile spread across her lips.
“What’re you smiling about?” Shane eased her fingers out and pulled her body off the floor. She slid against Morgan’s sweaty skin.
“I’m just thinking of the million questions Jay is thinking of asking me right now,” Morgan said with a giggle. A pang stabbed Shane’s gut when she realized she’d made the broken-hearted Morgan smile after all. She’d painted a smile back on her beautiful face, if only for a short while.
“Your friends love you very much.” Shane trailed her fingers along Morgan’s rib cage, relishing the subtle texture of her velvet skin.
“A little too much sometimes.” Morgan opened her eyes, sending a jolt through Shane. “But I love them right back, and they know it.”
“It’s a rare thing to have friends who love you, no matter what.” Shane pulled Morgan to her, kissing her neck, unable to stop her hands from needing to feel her, to hold her.
What’s your story, Shane Oglesby?” She nuzzled her cheek into Shane’s neck.
Shane wrapped her arms around her. She was more than ready to hand her heart freely to Morgan, to do with what she wanted.
“What’s your deep dark secret?” Morgan asked.
Shane stiffened at Morgan’s words. Was she ready to spill her guts to this woman? A woman who wouldn’t be here come morning light? A woman who would surely crawl back to the arms of her lost lover?
Morgan leaned up to look at her.
Shane’s heart tightened at the depths of Morgan’s eyes. “I don’t have any secrets.”
“Everyone has secrets.” Morgan played with the buttons on Shane’s shirt.
Shane watched Morgan, wanting to feel and watch another orgasm spiral out of her body. “I don’t want to talk about secrets or lost lovers.” She pressed her lips to Morgan’s. “I don’t want to hear anything else escape those delicious lips except a scream as I plunge my fingers back where they were seconds ago.” She slid down on the couch, pulling Morgan on top of her, running her fingers down her delicate back, over her rounded ass.
Shane closed her lips over Morgan’s, inhaling the scent of her, wanting to bottle it up and open it when her body missed her. Don’t think about that now. Just enjoy what you have before you, right here and now.
She ended the kiss. “I want you in my bed, not like this.”
Shane eased from under Morgan, stood and reached her hand down to her. Morgan eased her slender fingers into Shane’s, stood, naked, and eagerly followed her up the carpeted flight of stairs.
Shane pulled Morgan against her as soon as they stepped into the large bedroom. Morgan’s fingers fumbled with buttons while Shane’s wove through unruly blonde curls, then glided them over Morgan’s body. Buttons unfastened, opening a path for Morgan’s heated lips to touch her chest. Fingers fumbled further for the clasp of Shane’s blue jeans, wielding them over hips, and down around her ankles.
Her shirt landed in a heap by their feet. Shane twisted out of her sports bra, shimmied out of her underwear, and stepped out of her jeans and shoes. She savored the look in Morgan’s passionate, blazing eyes. Eyes that said she was more than ready to dive back into lovemaking. Those eyes burned a hole through her soul, leaving her breathless, and at Morgan’s mercy. Just don’t fall, Shane. Just don’t fall.
Morgan stepped forward. Shane breathed deeply, inhaling every fragrance she could. She eased Morgan toward the bed, wanting, needing her hands all over this woman. She wanted to savor every second she had in her arms because she knew Morgan might dive back into Dawn’s arms.
She slid on top of Morgan, spreading her legs apart with her knee. Morgan moaned beneath her, sending a shiver trailing down her own spine. She eased her body down, pressing skin on skin, feeling the heat between them.
Morgan’s lips pressed against her, grinding her crotch into Shane’s pelvic
bone. Shane pushed against her. “What I wouldn’t give to have something to sink into you right now.”
Morgan’s eyes flew open. “What would make you say that?”
“Because, I want to be inside you, to know what you feel like.” Shane leaned further for another kiss. Morgan backed away as much as the bed beneath her head would allow.
“If I wanted the real thing, I’d be with a man. You’re perfect.”
She pushed her lips to Morgan’s, grinding her hips against her crotch, pulling moans from her throat. Morgan draped her legs over Shane’s hips and bucked beneath her. She sure didn’t act like someone who didn’t want anything driven inside her.
A thought came to Shane. Morgan said “the real thing.” Did that mean she wanted toys? Would she flee at the prospect?
Morgan’s legs tightened around her, driving Shane harder between her thighs. She pulled her lips away and ducked to Shane’s neck, nipping skin between her teeth. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” Shane arched her neck, giving Morgan all the skin she wanted.
Morgan ground her crotch against Shane. “I’m burning alive.”
Liquid fire crashed between Shane’s thighs as Morgan licked and sucked her neck, grinding her hips in slow demanding circles, huffing short breaths against her skin.
“Do you trust me, Morgan?”
“Yes.” Morgan’s whisper was but a huff against Shane’s neck.
Shane leaned above her and unhooked lean legs from around her. A grunt sounded beneath her. She opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a strap-on. When she looked back to Morgan, she wore a look of disappointment mixed with need. Shane wanted to toss it across the room and pick up where she’d left off. A quick pang of embarrassment washed over her for even daring to bring it out.
Morgan shifted, pulled her legs together, and attempted to roll over.
Shane reached out and stopped her in mid-motion. “Where are you going?”
Morgan looked at her as if Shane was a complete moron for asking. She narrowed her eyes. “I thought … I thought you wanted …” She stared at Shane in utter confusion.
Shane knew immediately what Morgan thought, and it made her sick. She was sure it was Dawn’s way of being in control, as if doggie style was the only way two women could have sex with toys. Dawn was one smooth sailor. Morgan is about to be in for a rude awakening. She might never want Dawn back after tonight.
She moved back over Morgan and opened her legs. “I don’t fuck anyone, Morgan. Please understand that.” She lay over her, pressed her lips to Morgan’s and snaked her tongue inside, felt Morgan’s hips rise against her stomach.
When the kiss ended, passionate eyes opened to stare at Shane.
“Show me.” Morgan whispered.
Shane’s insides clinched with the delicate demand. She leaned back and strapped the device around her hips, never breaking eye contact with Morgan. She held the end of the dildo and placed her hand on the bed beside Morgan to brace her weight.
Determined, curious eyes watched and waited. Shane released the dildo and instead slid two fingers inside Morgan’s deliciously wet cunt.
Morgan arched and released a moan as Shane slid her thumb over her clit, dragging slow, lazy circles over it. She quickened her strokes inside Morgan until her hips matched her rhythm. Morgan’s fingers dug into the comforter.
Her insides tightened around Shane’s fingers, her body quivering. Shane removed her fingers and guided the head of the dildo to her wet opening. Morgan’s legs fell further apart with anticipation. Shane slid inside her a few inches. Morgan arched and circled her hips, reaching for more. Shane burned with need.
Morgan wrapped her legs around Shane and bucked her hips.
Shane pushed her weight against her, giving Morgan every inch of the dildo.
Morgan gasped and released a soft cry as her ankles locked behind Shane’s back. Shane was lost in the sound, wanted to hear loud squeals of pleasure erupt from the beauty bucking beneath her.
She lay flat on Morgan and slowly slid in and out of her, grinding her hips in circles against Morgan’s clit. Delicate arms wrapped around her neck, wove fingers into the strands of her hair, and looked adoringly into her eyes.
Morgan’s arms tightened around her neck, one roaming hand digging into her back, as she held on to Shane for dear life. She ground her hips harder, faster, with Shane matching her grind for grind, hump for hump, and stroke for stroke.
Sooner than Shane wanted, Morgan threw her head back, dug her nails into her back, and released a gut wrenching scream of pleasure. “I’m coming … oh, my … God.”
Shane slammed her hips against Morgan, pressing as hard as she could. Morgan bucked wildly beneath her, circling her clit against Shane.
Moans settled to pants, pants settled to gasps of air, and gasps of air settled to heavy breathing … and then Morgan opened her eyes … and Shane fell again. She was almost positive Morgan was along for the ride.
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe you left with that woman. I love you so much. Do you know how much my heart is breaking right now? I can’t think straight. It’s driving me crazy. It’s four in the morning, and you’re still not back. I’m dying inside, slowly. I wish I was dead, it’d be less pain. I want you back Morgan, no matter what happens with you and that bitch tonight. I know you want me too. I could see it in your eyes, smell it in the air around you. You love me. You belong to only me. Oh, God, I’m hurting so bad right now. I want to find you, drag you home where you belong, and make slow, passionate love to you, the way it should be.”
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppp!
Dawn cursed under her breath. “Bitch. Cunt” She tightened her grip on the phone, wanting to feel it shatter in her bare hands.
A shapely leg slithered under the covers from across the room, slow and sexy. Sensual curves of a scrumptious body undulated under the sheets.
She dialed the number again and prayed that her whispered words would be audible to Morgan.
“Morgan, please call me when you get home. Please tell me that you love me and that you want me back, too. Please tell me this heartache will be over soon because I can’t take much more. I’m drowning. I’m dying.” Angry tears streamed down while she spilled her heart out to Morgan’s answering machine. “I don’t think I can take much more. If you don’t answer soon, I think I’ll go insane. My stomach’s in knots. My heart hurts. My mind is full of visions of what that bitch is doing to you, what she’s making you feel, what I should be making you feel. Please Morgan, I’m begging you, take me back. Come back where you belong, where you know you belong.”
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp!
The woman’s body slithered again, arms stretched. A beautiful face, turned to search her surroundings, found Dawn.
“What’re you doing?” the sweet sleepy voice asked.
“Watching you … wanting you … needing you.” The lies fell easily from Dawn’s lips. She kept her voice seductive and soothing and inched the phone behind her in the chair.
The face that held the sweet voice smiled, sucking in the magic of Dawn’s words, calling her back to bed with a lazy nod.
Dawn eased out of the chair, careful to swipe away wet tears, and strode across the floor, easing onto the bed, covering the woman with her body. Arms fell around her neck, kissing a wet trail down her neck, doing nothing to arouse Dawn’s desire.
“Make love to me again.” The sound of the woman’s whispered words sank claws into Dawn’s gut. Under better circumstances, she’d have obliged, with a bonus, but now, her mind was on Morgan. The woman’s words only aggravated her while Dawn struggled to remember her name … Brittany?
Dawn lifted her head, staring down at this beauty, willing her mind’s eye to see Morgan. She reached slow, steady fingers toward that flaming red hair, twisting her fingers in their long strands, and pulled them into her fist.
“How about instead, I just fuck yo
ur brains out and send you on your way?”
“That’ll work too, baby. You can do with me what you want.” A seductive smile lifted the corners of Brittany’s mouth, making a jolt of anger spread quickly through Dawn.
She eased off Brittany, sitting up on her knees, pulling the fisted hair with her, bringing her to a sitting position. She pulled Brittany’s mouth to her nipple and worked its tip between her lips.
“Mmm. Kinky, I love it.” She sucked Dawn’s nipple into her mouth, running her tongue over a hardened tip.
Dawn ran her fingers across Brittany’s shoulder, feeling the softness, closing her eyes, letting her mind drift to Morgan. Her sweet, loving Morgan. A woman she couldn’t erase from her mind no matter how many women she slept with, never finding the one that would take away those embedded memories.
The woman’s mouth became Morgan’s mouth. The woman’s tongue became Morgan’s tongue. The red hair became blonde silk in her mind’s eye. She had her Morgan back, here before her, making love to her, wanting and needing her.
Brittany loosened her suction on Dawn’s nipple. Dawn opened her eyes. Her Morgan was gone, leaving the betrayal of her love within arms reach. She should send this woman away. She should tell her that her heart and mind belonged to another, yet tempting eyes willed her to continue.
Dawn slowly pushed her onto her back, watching her arch in anticipation. She slid her fingers between Brittany’s legs, kneading them into wiry hair, listening to moans escape her lips.
“So tell me about the woman you were dancing with,” Dawn said, playfully dragging her fingers across the woman’s clit.
“What about her? She was … hot!” The woman’s breathless words came back to Dawn.
“Were you trying to seduce her?” Dawn’s fingers found a dark hole, sinking a fingertip inside, making the woman breathe harder and arch her back to catch more.
“Hell … yeah!”
“Why, if she was with someone?”
“That other woman wasn’t … with her. She didn’t show that hot ass woman an ounce … of attention. I thought … I’d jump in to take what I could.” She tossed her head back and moaned when Dawn sank her finger deeper inside her.
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