Jordan was playing with the XM radio and showing Riley some of her favorite stations. Since moving to Miami she had broadened her taste in music a lot and she was trying to educate Riley who had always been a strictly country girl to step out of her safety zone. Riley wasn’t so sure about this; she liked her Blake and her Carrie Underwood too much; nothing would ever take their place.
Suddenly there were car lights right behind them and they were growing bigger and brighter. It was not registering in her mind that a car was upon them until she felt the jolt from behind and the car’s wheels began to skid and veer off the shoulder of the road. There was no guardrail, but luckily it was just an open field so the drop off was minimal, but nevertheless it was a bumpy ride until she finally was able to stop the car in the high grass, but at the last moment the car hit a log, a remnant of a dead tree, and flipped onto its side.
It took her a few moments to gather her bearings and realize what happened and to evaluate the scene that they were not dead. The pain in her neck was extreme, but she did not think she was seriously injured. But she did not hear Jordan making any sounds.
“Jordan? Are you ok?”
After a few seconds Jordan groaned. “Oh, that hurt…”
“Are you ok?”
“I think so. Are you?” Jordan asked.
“I think I’ll be alright.”
“But not for long,” the voice beside her growled.
Riley realized in an instant that the driver of the other car was now standing beside her driver side window, pointing a gun down at her.
“I’d say your night just got a lot worse,” the man said again in that gruff, evil voice. He jerked the door open. “Get out. First you, and then our old friend, Jordan.”
By the mention of Jordan’s name it confirmed what Riley already knew—Larry Tavers had run them off the road. And now he was ordering them out of the car at gunpoint.
Riley knew that she had to play it extra safe here. She would have been fine on her own; she could protect herself well, but she had to think about Jordan. She would never forgive herself if something happened to her.
Riley stepped out of the car and then Jordan climbed out after her. The second their feet hit the dirt outside the car he ordered their hands in the air. Then he took Riley’s guns and threw them in the field, somewhere in the darkness.
“March,” Larry ordered them both walking behind them, a large machete in his hands. “If you don’t do exactly what I say, I’ll gut you both entrails to pigtails,” Larry said, amused by his joke.
He marched them into the woods, each step moving them farther into darkness. Riley had no idea where they were going, but she knew that the end result was going to be their death for both of them. Riley did not know what she could do without her gun. Larry had the knife close to Jordan’s back and one move he could run her through. Riley could not allow that to happen. She had to stay focused, but she knew that her options were very limited and she had no power. This might be one she would not win. And it broke her heart to know that her love, Jordan would be gone because Riley couldn’t protect her. Tears began to seep into her eyes, stinging her sockets before dripping down her face.
She could not die without telling Jordan how she felt; she owed her that at least.
“Jordan,” Riley said as they continued to walk. “I have to tell you something.”
Jordan looked over at her, the tears rolling down her face now as well. Her chin was quivering as she tried to hold it together, breaking Riley’s heart.
“I really care about you; the short time we have been together has been the most amazing couple of days I’ve ever experienced. And if we get out of this, I want to be yours and only yours. I’m tired of living in the shadows; I’ve done it for too long and now that I’ve found you I never want to let you go. I need you so much,” Riley said.
Jordan began to cry harder as she tried to reply over her sobs. “I need you too. I’m so glad to have met you; I never thought I would find someone like you, but now that I have I never want to be without you. I want to share my life and my love with you, Riley.”
Larry began to laugh behind them as he marched them forward. “Wow, that is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. Did you have to say that right before I kill the both of you? That is just pathetic. Go ahead and stop here.”
Riley and Jordan stopped in unison.
“I would ask if you had any last words, but it looks like you just had them,” Larry said.
Riley saw her chance and made a gurgling noise in her throat as if she was choking. She fell backwards towards Larry in a dead faint.
It worked.
He was caught off guard as he moved to stop her from falling. He was not sure if she was fainting or attacking, but she was falling faster confusing him even more.
That was all the time they needed. Riley watched as Jordan took the signal and tackled Larry’s knees while Riley flipped around and punched him hard in the throat with a ridge hand move. He gasped, weakening his grip on the machete as Jordan knocked it away into the dark grass.
Riley jumped to her feet and using all her strength applied a back heel karate stomp to his forehead knocking him unconscious.
“Oh, my God! We did it. He is out cold!” Jordan shouted with glee.
“No, we did it!” Riley corrected her as Jordan leapt into her arms.
CHAPTER 10
“So, how does it feel to be Lieutenant Daniels?” Jordan asked as Riley handed her a beer.
Riley could not stop the grin that spread across her face as she sat down on the couch beside her. Lieutenant Daniels… she could not stop smiling every time she heard that.
“It feels great,” Riley said. “Like a real dream come true.”
“Well, you deserve every bit of it; you are by far the best cop on the force.”
“Well, I think you are a bit prejudiced because I’m your girl, but thanks anyway.”
Jordan smiled and took a long drink of her beer.
Riley waited a moment and then asked the question she had been dreading. “So, what now?”
“What now? I don’t know…”Jordan said trailing off. She kept avoiding this discussion, but it had to be now or never.
“Are you going back to Miami?”
“I really don’t know,” Jordan said. “I have my life there now; my business I’ve worked so hard to make a success. I just don’t know if I can leave that behind. But I definitely can’t leave you behind and your life is here. The people of this city need you.”
“Well, I need you,” Riley said reaching out and grabbing Jordan’s hand.
“I know,” Jordan said. She took a deep breath and the two of them sat in silence for a minute. Riley tried to ignore the pain in her chest, nagging and brutal. Why was this so hard?
“Which is why I’ve decided to stay here in Oklahoma,” Jordan said. “At least for a little while.”
Riley could not believe her ears.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I’ve made my decision. My assistant manager can run things for a few months and she can call me if any disasters happen. I might even toy with opening a branch of the restaurant around here.”
Riley felt the tears trying to push through again; she had never cried so much in all her life as she had the past few days. But her emotions had never been so jerked around back and forth either. And this was the happiest news she ever could have received.
“I can’t tell you what this means to me… the happiness I feel right now,” Riley choked out.
“Me too,” Jordan replied. “I am scared. I really am, but I’m learning to face my fears. You taught me that. I want to give us a chance and see how it goes; I want to really put everything into us.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Riley said. “I’m afraid too; I’m terrified that you will grow bored here and leave me to go back to your exciting Miami life. But I know that we just have to have faith and believe in us and our love. I know we will make it through. We’ve al
ready been through so much; I think we can make it through anything, baby.”
Jordan leaned over and kissed Riley passionately, her hands already moving up her shirt to grab her large breasts, squeezing strongly powering through the bra and massaging the thick flesh beneath. Riley felt the wave of excitement roll over her entire body, her wetness already starting to build. She had been thinking of this nonstop since the last time. She craved Jordan’s touch, needed it more than any addict could ever need a fix.
Riley quickly pulled off her shirt, revealing her waiting body, and putting it all on display for her perfect lover. Jordan smiled as her eyes rolled over Riley’s body, soaking it all into her visual senses, licking her lips, her sexy tongue rolling across her lips leaving a beautiful trail of moisture that sprung forth another wave of wetness between Riley’s legs.
Jordan quickly pulled off her own shirt and then her bra, taking this strip tease up another notch as she smiled widely, her eyes never leaving the sweater meat of Riley’s chest. Riley marveled at the curves and smooth skin that made up the amazing globes of flesh residing on Jordan’s chest. The pink berries were already hard, succulent, and ready to be kissed.
Riley wasted no time; she planted her face quickly, placing one engorged nipple into her mouth, tasting the slightly salty, smooth flesh, engulfing the scent of Jordan’s beauty into her mouth. Her tongue instantly went to work flowing over top the tips and the areolas, sucking hard and then just gliding her probe over top of them.
Jordan moaned softly as she pressed Riley’s face closer to her chest, her other hand moving across Riley’s back, scraping the nails slightly sending tingles skyrocketing up and down her spine. Riley felt her body rise up involuntarily just a little bit as she gasped, her hot breath seeming to add excitement to the had tip of Jordan’s fleshy melons in her mouth.
Jordan continued to scratch and then rub Riley’s back, pressing deeper into a total massage using both hands now, going up and down the back, and even into her lower back. It had been so long since Riley had a massage; she always left the masseuse feeling so horny that she could not stand it and often would have to pull the car over to a fairly secluded spot to take care of herself before she got home. She always used to think it was just from the contact, but now that she thought about it she knew that it was a lot more than that. It was because she craved the love, the touch, and the desire of a woman.
With a sudden flick of Jordan’s wrist Riley’s bra came off, freeing her huge breasts.
“There we go,” Jordan purred as her left hand came around and grabbed a huge handful of fleshy, fat, chest. Riley gasped again as her sensitive nipples grazed across Jordan’s palm, enjoying the intermittent pulsating squeeze that Jordan was delivering to her.
“You like that…” Riley said, her voice purring out of her throat as she moaned with pleasure.
“Oh, yea…” Jordan replied following it up by lifting Riley’s face from her chest to her lips and shoving her tongue hard down her throat, taking her totally by surprise as she surrendered to it, fighting back with her own tongue but losing this battle as Jordan sucked on her tongue hard, her own probing flesh instrument gliding along the back of Riley’s throat. She allowed herself to relax and let herself be used and taken.
Jordan pulled back suddenly. “I know what I’m going to do to you,” she said grabbing Riley’s hand and taking her into the bedroom. She dimmed the lights just enough to set the mood and then walked to the center of the floor where she finished stripping. Riley’s jaw popped open as she watched this vision of absolute beauty standing naked in front of her.
“Do it,” Jordan said snapping her fingers.
Riley played along, allowing Jordan to take charge of the situation. She was finding that even though she was very alpha in real life she enjoyed giving up control and allowing Jordan to take charge in the bedroom. There was something about getting in touch with her inner masochist that was so erotic and intense.
Riley did as she was ordered and removed her pants pulling her panties along with them. Her wet mound quivered slightly in the cool air of the bedroom; it was very nice.
“Now lay on the bed, on your back and start playing with yourself,” Jordan ordered.
Riley smiled and did as she was told. The bed felt warm and inviting beneath her as she lie down, spreading her legs and fingering herself. The moisture began to spread even more from her dripping cavern. She was getting so hot.
Jordan opened up the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out something. As Riley looked closer she could see it was a strap on. The idea definitely intrigued her.
Jordan quickly put it on. It was pink and flesh colored, long and thick. Something about the way that Jordan wore it made the phallic symbol so much more appealing than a real one connected to a man’s physique had ever been.
Jordan stood at the edge of the bed. “Are you ready?” she asked.
Riley smiled. This was going to be interesting. “Yes,” she said.
Jordan climbed between her legs and before Riley knew what was happening she felt the thick member of the strap on invading her body, spreading her wet slit to accommodate its huge girth. She had expected Jordan to go slow but she did her own thing and was deeply penetrating Riley in seconds.
“Oh shit!”
It touched every single nerve, every delightful button of pleasure and suddenly Riley’s whole body was quivering. It felt so good, not just because of the pleasure of being filled but because Jordan was doing it. It was like an extension of her nub, entering her, pulling out all the way and carefully pushing against her knot before invading her sheath.
“You like that? You like it when I fuck you like a dirty girl?” Jordan asked as she pushed harder and harder into Riley’s wet core.
Riley wrapped her legs around Jordan and allowed her to penetrate her harder and faster.
“Oh, yes! Give it to me!”
Jordan did as she was told and as she bent forward kissing Riley she knew she was going to finish soon. Riley prepared herself mentally, feeling Jordan’s hot breath, her sweet womanly scent spreading all over her, the climax was happening.
She came hard, screaming out a huge belt of noise erupting from her throat as she did, finally relaxing her knees and waiting for the aftershocks to subside.
Jordan kissed her sweetly with a smile. “I think you enjoyed that…”
“You tell me,” Riley said as she quickly grabbed Jordan and flipped her over onto her back.
She removed the strap on from Jordan and placed it on herself. Jordan’s eyes lit up widely as she lay back, her legs spread, using her fingers to move the moisture all of her privates, readying herself for action.
Riley pressed the strap on deeply inside of Jordan, who laughed with glee. She was enjoying every single second of it.
Riley had to admit she loved the control this gave her; the feeling of riding this beautiful woman and penetrating her, giving her what she wanted and needed.
And she loved the way the strap on pushed tightly against her own nub. She was not expecting that, but with every thrust it pressed against her giving her insane pleasure. And before she knew it she felt the climax starting to build again as she could hear and almost feel Jordan’s, her slit tightening around the thick shaft.
“Oh shit!” Riley said.
“That’s it baby! I’m going to come!” Jordan screamed.
A second later she did, hard and wet all over the thickness that was invading her body as Riley continued to push harder and harder, the backlash pushing her over the edge as well until the two lovers were finishing at the same time.
Afterwards they lay in the afterglow, snuggling softly with each other’s naked bodies.
“Well, I can’t wait to see what you show me next,” Riley said.
Jordan just laughed. “Oh, it will blow your mind, I promise.”
With that she bent down and kissed Riley before the two soulmates drifted off to sleep.
Love And Crime
~ Bonus Story ~
A Thriller & Suspense Lesbian Romance
What am I doing, standing outside my boss’s house with a pair of concert tickets in my hand? Trying to flirt with him to convince him to give me a promotion at the bank wasn’t the smartest idea I ever had. But when gunfire erupts inside the house and a young boy runs fleeing for his life, crazy things start to happen that turn my world upside down.
Gun-weilding henchmen, drug-addled bag ladies, and the biggest bank heist in history lead me on a wild ride across the country, with a little help from danger, intrigue, justice, and good old fashioned romance. Can I save a boy in danger, a broken-hearted junkie, and maybe even myself from flying bullets and evil embezzlers? Can love really conquer all and transform a couple of lost sheep, or will my friends and I end up in a shallow grave in the middle of North Dakota wilderness?
* * *
Chapter 1
I always was a sucker for a tailored suit. Little Aimee Springfield from Worcester Mass. would sit up and beg with her tongue hanging out for any tailored suit and Rolex watch.
That’s how I wind up in Mr. Fancy Pants’ garden with my hand hovering over the kitchen door handle. Don’t ask all the crazy stuff I told myself to get there. I saw dollar signs. Maybe I made them all up, but I still saw them, and how else was I going to get them? If I could get into Mr. Fancy Pants’ pants, I would be riding the gravy boat to Austin.
But that’s another story. No one wants to hear my tale of woe slaving eight hours at the bank teller window. No one needs to know, anyway. All anybody needs to know is that I’m standing in Mr. Fancy Pants’ garden with my hand sticking out in front of me to knock on the kitchen door.
No front door for me. That’s not how I planned to become Miss Fancy Pants. That would be the straightforward way. Anyway, that job is already taken by Mrs. Gucci Rides in a Limo. That’s Mr. Fancy Pants’ wife. She visited him down at the bank a few times. I couldn’t miss her with her blue-rinse hair and six thousand dollar shoes.
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