In the Eyes of Love

by Sheri Livingston

  “Did you think you could have her?”

  “I don’t … know … she … was hot, and being ignored.” Dawn plunged more fingers inside. She smiled, loving that someone noticed her Morgan didn’t belong to that bitch.

  “Do you think she could have done this to you?” Dawn added more fingers, plunged harder, faster, sending the woman’s head back into the pillow. The woman’s legs fell further apart.

  “Why are we … talking about that … woman? She had eyes … for only one person. Oh, my God, yes, fuck me, baby.” The woman bucked her hips harder, catching the rhythm of Dawn’s strokes.

  “Do you think that woman is doing this to her pretty little partner?” Dawn’s fingers stretched the insides of the woman. She brought her thumb to circle on a clit. The woman’s fingers fisted sheets in her hands.

  “I’d imagine … that pretty little thing is … getting her … brains fucked out at the same time you’re fucking … mine out.”

  Dawn yanked her fingers from inside the woman and pushed off the bed.

  “Get your clothes on and get the hell out of here.” Dawn paced around the near empty bedroom. Only a chair, a dresser, and a bed filled the space.

  “What the hell is your problem?” The woman obeyed and scampered out of the bed, searching desperately for her clothes.

  “Nothing. I just grew tired of you all of a sudden.”

  She jerked her head in Dawn’s direction, “What? You’re suddenly tired of me, after all that fucking we’ve done for hours?” A glint of rage sparkled in her brown eyes as recognition set in. “Oh, I got it now. That pretty little thing was your girlfriend, or rather, used to be.” Dawn whipped her head around and glared at her tormentor.

  Slinking slowly across the room, Brittany smiled a seductive smile at Dawn. “It’s okay. I can be your play toy while you get your revenge.” She reached for Dawn, teasing her fingertip across a hardened nipple, “I don’t mind.”

  Dawn pushed her hand away, grabbed the woman’s arm, and flung her back on the bed, face down. She eased onto the bed, spreading her legs, and slipped fingers inside. The woman’s loud moans echoed through the room while Dawn drove her fingers into her wet creamy cunt, sliding deep inside her.

  “That’s right, baby. Take your revenge out on me.” She threw her head back. Dawn only rammed her fingers harder, faster, wanting to make her own heartache dissolve.

  The woman’s fingers slid down the bed, searching for Dawn’s crotch. Dawn leaned further over her, grabbed the woman’s hand, and pushed long fingers between her legs.

  Dawn tossed her head back, pulling her fingers out of the woman, inching further to find her clit. Soft cries escaped both of them while they drove each other’s orgasms to their peaks.

  Morgan. I love you. Please feel me wherever you are. Love me.

  She smiled. Then, after she had Morgan gasping and crying out beneath her, she could let the suffering begin again.

  ———

  Morgan awoke with a gasp. Goose bumps prickled along her arms and legs. She felt a light breeze drift across her leg that had slipped from under the sheets. She yanked it back under, nuzzled closer inside the shelter of the strong arms that engulfed her. She stared at the clock, glowing soft green. Arms pulled her tighter into an embrace, securing her, while she drifted back to sleep.

  Hours later she awoke in a tangled web of arms and legs, unmistakable heat from a warm body. She nestled in deeper, feeling heavy arms shift around her, wrapping her in a tight embrace. A leg shifted, pinning hers to the bed, more muscular than it should be. A head pressed into her neck, more hair than there should be.

  Morgan gasped, throwing her body to a full upright position, staring wild-eyed around her, remembering.

  A body lifted beside her, reaching for her. Not Dawn. Oh, my God. What have I done? Memories of Dawn’s face, eyes welled with tears, flooded her vision. Morgan turned to stare at the occupant of the bed. A lazy smile lifted the corners of Shane’s mouth.

  Soft light filled the room while morning sun pressed its rays against the blowing curtains. Morgan stared at Shane, her previous night filling her brain like coffee brimming a mug. Too much to drink? No, but for a cheap drunk, yes. But I wanted to leave. I wanted to make love to Shane. I wanted to spit in Dawn’s face. The liquor didn’t make me do that. But what better excuse to use right now, when a client, a very tanned, broad, delicious-bodied client, lay beside me?

  “What’s wrong?” Shane asked in a sleepy, raspy voice.

  “I’m sorry.” Morgan said, hating the words, but knowing she had to say them. Leaving bars with a woman, besides Dawn, wasn’t anything she’d ever done before. Dawn was the only female she’d ever made love to. She couldn’t believe how much she’d wanted this woman, or how easy it was for her leave with her, after only knowing her a few hours. Boy, does she ever think I’m a slut. So much for her words, “You don’t look like any slut I’ve ever seen.” That’s an understatement now, after what I’ve done.

  “For what?” Shane wiped sleep from her eyes, stretching, sliding her arms around Morgan’s waist.

  “For this, what we did, what we shouldn’t have done. I think I had too much to drink.” Morgan twisted out of Shane’s warm embrace sliding off the bed in search of her clothes.

  Shane slid off the bed, her athletic, naked body coming to stand beside Morgan, sending a warm shiver down Morgan’s spine at the closeness. “Don’t you know you’re never supposed to say you’re sorry after such awesome sex? Tends to take away the magic of it all.”

  “I’m sorry about that, too. I should have never come here. We should have never …” Morgan’s words were lost as she turned to stare at Shane. Those breathtaking eyes, so full of mystery, so full of desire, even this early in the morning, turned something tight in her gut.

  Pressing a single finger to her lips, Shane silenced her.

  Shane leaned her tousled head against Morgan’s cheek, and whispered, “Please, don’t say you’re sorry. I could never be sorry for what happened in this bed last night. What I am sorry about, is that you found it so easy to say those words yourself.”

  Morgan felt her heart twist into a knotted fist as Shane’s breath fell across her cheek. The strands of her hair felt like silk against her cheek. Morgan parted her lips in remembrance of their night, closing her eyes, seeing the memories clearly.

  Morgan’s eyes popped open, and she quickly pulled away from Shane, willing herself to escape the desire she heard in Shane’s voice, the same desire she felt welling in her own gut. Her eyes roamed the floor for clothes. Finding them, she inched to each piece, and donned them with dread. Shane watched as Morgan attempted to ignore what had transpired between them.

  They both dressed and made their way down the plush carpeted stairs. Framed smiling faces lined the wall in a straight path descending with each step. Morgan looked carefully at each portrait, guessing who the people were, or what they meant to Shane. She reached the last step, the final picture. This picture sucked her in like a tornado. Shane’s lips were pressed firmly against a brunette’s lips, obviously more than family or friend. Their arms were tangled together, holding each other close.

  Shane quickly stepped around Morgan, heading into the large open living room. Morgan followed her, watching Shane plop down on the same couch they’d made love on last night, the first breathtaking time.

  Morgan picked up her sandals and purse by the door then looked back at Shane’s gloomy face, not knowing what to say or do.

  You can’t leave here without saying something, anything. For crying out loud, you just made love to this woman, for long glorious hours. Don’t you dare walk out of this house without saying something.

  Morgan obeyed her thoughts and inched toward the black plush couch. She fell in beside her, wanting to ease the tension between them.

  “Morgan, would you go out with me sometime? Dinner, a movie, anything?” Shane asked, not turning to look at her.

  Morgan wanted to say yes, knowing she could
n’t. She didn’t date clients, and she didn’t play games. She’d done both. What she felt last night for Shane was more mind blowing than she could have ever imagined, but she knew she didn’t have an ounce of her heart left to give to Shane. It wasn’t fair to lead her on, and it sure wasn’t fair that she’d made love to her, either. She’d played a fool’s game last night, toying with another person’s heart and mind. She had to fix this before she walked out that door.

  She twisted on the couch, turning to face the weary-eyed Shane. “Shane, I can’t. I hope you understand.”

  “More than I care to.” Shane turned to face her, making Morgan’s breath catch. Shane eyed her for a second, her mind obviously twisting over her next words. “Dawn doesn’t deserve you.” She pushed off the couch and headed toward the front door.

  Morgan knew the conversation was over. There wasn’t anything else she could say to make this any easier. She followed Shane out the door, waited while she closed it, and then followed her back to the truck.

  They climbed inside and made their way back to Joe’s in silence.

  ———

  Shane stared ahead at the road as they drove in eerie silence. She wanted to treasure every second they’d shared together, but it was eating her alive to know that Morgan was going to throw herself back at Dawn. Of course, at Dawn’s earliest convenience. And Shane had helped push her there.

  The look on Dawn’s face last night had proved she wasn’t going to give up without a fight for Morgan. She’d allowed her to leave last night, not believing the powerful love she knew Morgan held for her would ever allow her do anything to hurt Dawn. Dawn didn’t believe that Morgan would go through with what Shane led her to believe. It made her sick to think about it.

  But Morgan had gone through with their lovemaking, quite easily. Shane realized now that the liquor probably had more to do with it than anything, but she didn’t care. Whatever reason there was for the powerful intimacy they’d shared, she welcomed with open arms. But, now back in reality, she hated more than anything to know that Dawn would push back until Morgan gave in. She’d have her memories, however. No matter how intense and no matter how little, she had them, and they would have to do.

  Shane pulled alongside Morgan’s tiny car and turned to look at her. Sweet blue eyes looked back at her, twisting her heart.

  “Morgan, if I’d never met you, I’d have missed you anyway.” She laughed softly as she admitted, “I stole that line from some movie. I don’t remember which one. But it’s still true.” Morgan’s eyes widened with her words, her eyes becoming glassy. Shane reached across her and pushed open the door.

  She watched Morgan slide from the truck, watched her ass twitch in those painted-on jeans, and cringed when Morgan turned back to look at her. Those eyes were struggling. It was written all over her face. She was heart-wrenched over her dilemma.

  Shane pulled out of the parking lot with a new feeling of jubilance. She’d tormented the mind of this beauty, made her think twice about her decision. She could live with that, even if she never saw that gorgeous face again.

  ———

  Morgan watched Shane’s truck pull out of the parking lot, wanting desperately to stop her and throw herself back into those strong arms. Her words had touched a part of Morgan that had only been touched by Dawn.

  A few more nights of awesome sex wouldn’t hurt anything, right?

  She tossed the question from her head and sank into the leather seat. But on the ride home, mind blips of making love to Shane coursed through her brain.

  She couldn’t remember feeling so loved, so wanted, so cherished. Shane’s fingers had caressed every inch of her, as if memorizing every fold, every curve. She felt deep love stretch between them, unlike anything she’d ever felt with Dawn.

  Dawn made her feel like a prize, to be shown to the world with pride, then tossed into a dusty attic when something new came along. Shane made her feel like a prize as well, something to be guarded and taken care of with gentle loving hands, and proudly shown forever.

  Her heart twisted. How did she get herself into this mess?

  After arriving at her building, Morgan crept quietly past Jay’s door. She wasn’t ready to spill her guts just yet. Entering her apartment, she glanced at the answering machine. Out of habit, it was the first thing she sought. The light was blinking.

  She knew it would be Dawn.

  Chapter Nine

  Morgan stared at the answering machine while it spilled out the sensual words of her betraying ex-lover. She hugged a throw pillow against her chest, curled her knees under her, and cried.

  The floodgates had finally opened, allowing the damned up emotions and tears to flow. The words she longed to hear for a year were recorded on a tiny, little tape. The words she needed to hear a year ago, were flowing shamelessly from the lips of the woman she loved, needed, and couldn’t find a way to live without.

  What should she do about them now? After all this time, after all this heartache, what in the hell was she supposed to do? Play hard to get and let Dawn fight her way back into her heart? Play easy and let the reconciliation begin? Hadn’t she already played the part of hard to get, or rather, hard to get back? She’d been wined and dined back into Dawn’s arms, with Dawn pretending to fight, Morgan pretending to play hard to get as well. Each time, the ending was the same. Dawn would cheat on her and leave her to cry her heart out all over again.

  A brisk rap sounded on the door. Morgan’s head jerked up. Her heart stalled. Her sobbing breath caught in her chest. Please, let it be Jay. Please, let it be Rachel. I can’t face Dawn right now.

  She eased off the couch, slipping quietly to the door, and peered through the peephole for her visitor’s face.

  Dawn stood on the threshold, a frown furrowing her brow, sadness clouding her eyes. A huge, aching cloud of pain and love seeped into every pore of Morgan’s body. Swallowing the huge, throbbing lump, she turned the knob.

  Dawn’s face bloomed into a smile. She pushed the door open further and crept toward Morgan. She opened her arms and Morgan slid into the comfort she’d known for ten years, until Shane.

  Morgan pulled Dawn inside.

  Dawn grinned. “I knew you’d let me in.”

  Morgan’s insides melted. All Dawn had to do was smile and her crotch was wet with anticipation.

  Dawn leaned forward and they kissed. Her tongue danced inside Morgan’s mouth. She pulled Morgan’s leg up around her waist and ground her hips into Morgan’s crotch.

  Morgan’s heart beat fast against her chest. Goose bumps trailed down her legs, making her skin prickle in their path. Expected pleasure had her head swimming already.

  What the hell am I doing?

  Morgan jerked her head back, shoved her hands against Dawn, bringing her leg off of Dawn’s hip. She slowly shook her head, trying to think in clear and logical fashion. Her crotch was wet with remembrance of what Dawn’s body could do to hers.

  “Get the hell out of here, Dawn. I’m not kidding.”

  Dawn smiled. She grabbed Morgan’s arm, twisted it behind her back and then twirled her around, pulling her ass into Dawn’s stomach. Dawn’s lovely mouth latched on Morgan’s neck, biting, sucking. At the same time, Dawn grabbed Morgan’s crotch with the other hand, digging hard.

  “I want you, Morgan.” She breathed her hot whispered words over Morgan’s neck. “I want you so bad.”

  Dawn was rough. Her hand still pinned Morgan’s arm between them while her fingers dug deep into Morgan’s crotch, through her jeans.

  “Stop. Please. Stop.”

  Dawn ignored her plea. “Take off your pants, Morgan.” She released her hold on Morgan’s arm and pushed her forward.

  Morgan slowly shook her head. Liquid fire crashed between her thighs just thinking of what Dawn could do with her body.

  Dawn reached out and grasped the snap of her jeans, yanked the zipper open with a groan, and pulled her jeans down around her ankles.

  Morgan knew she shouldn’t want D
awn. But she did. Her crotch was a tingling, wet mass of aching need.

  Dawn pushed Morgan to the couch, forced her down to her knees on the thick cushions, then turned her to hang over the arm. Dawn fell over Morgan’s back. Her hand slipped under Morgan’s stomach, down between her legs, finding her wet crotch. Her fingertips spread Morgan’s wet lips, found a swollen clit, and circled it. Morgan moaned and threw her head back.

  Dawn’s free hand slithered down Morgan’s back, over her ass and between her legs. She found a dark cave, wet and waiting, and plunged her fingers inside. Morgan’s fingers dug into the couch. Her face fell forward, and she moaned loudly into the fabric. Dawn’s fingers dove hard and fast, rendering Morgan helpless.

  Morgan’s fists opened and closed against the couch. She panted for breath while a single finger crept between the cheeks of her ass, slipping easily into the depths. Morgan screamed with pleasure. Dawn’s fingers were in every hole, dipping and diving, while a tip circled her clit. Morgan’s orgasm pummeled over the edge, sending her body into rapid convulsions. Her body racked against the couch. She shoved her face deeper into the cushion, moaning and screaming out her pleasure.

  As Morgan’s pumps diminished, Dawn’s fingers slowed to a steady pace, inching in, inching out. When Morgan relaxed, fingers were pulled from her. Morgan, released of all energy, crumpled to the floor.

  What the hell am I doing? How could I let my body and mind be so controlled by her?

  Morgan pulled her hands up to cover her face. “Dawn, this is wrong.”

  “No, it’s not, Morgan. This could never be wrong between us.” Dawn stared down at her. “Morgan, you know I want you back. I can’t live without you. I was a fool for hurting you.”

  “Yes, you were, but you were determined to have her and the one before her and all the ones I don’t even know about. You don’t know how to be faithful.” Morgan turned away from her, unwilling to look into her eyes for another second.

  “You know what? Screw you! I begged and pleaded all night long, poured my guts out on your answering machine, proving to you how sorry I was and how much I wanted you back. And this is what I get in return?” Dawn’s brown eyes blazed fire at Morgan as she rose from the floor.