by Sandy Lowe
“Fuck,” Beck said, the word sounding more like a prayer than a curse. “That’s so good. I love that you love this.”
Something else that hadn’t changed. Of all the many, varied, and somewhat improbable ways Kaitlyn knew to make a woman come, oral sex was by far her favorite. Simple, maybe. Not really kinky, or even particularly adventurous or inventive. But there was something deeply intimate about using her mouth on a woman. Tasting her passion, exploring every corner of her most private and vulnerable place. The feel of slick skin on her tongue, the scent of her arousal, the way her body responded to Kaitlyn’s touch. It did it for her like nothing else.
Going down on a woman was satisfying. Going down on Beck was a seven-course meal. Beck groaned above her, rubbing herself all over Kaitlyn’s face. The muscles in her thighs and ass tensed as she climbed toward release.
She’d been content with others, but not like this. Not full to overflowing, so connected she could drown in her. As if some terminally thirsty part of her was finally being quenched. It made her feel alive. Complete.
“Honey,” Beck said, her voice guitar-string taut. “I’m going to come.”
Kaitlyn stopped just long enough to say, “You’d better wait until I’m done, Delmar,” before she got back to work, redoubling her efforts, the leisurely tourist-on-a-Sunday-morning pace of her licks and thrusts replaced by focused intention. Kaitlyn circled Beck’s clit, now swollen and standing proud. Just how ready Beck was made Kaitlyn throb with an interest that should’ve been biologically impossible after two orgasms. She wrapped her lips around Beck’s clit and sucked it like a lollipop.
Beck made a grinding sound and her fingers flexed on Kaitlyn’s neck like she was trying not to shove Kaitlyn’s face tight against her and use her like a human sex toy. A big part of Kaitlyn, the part she’d rather not analyze, wished Beck would. But what was sacrificed in power play was made up for in the opportunity to savor. It’d been so long since she’d tasted Beck. The salt of her skin, the unique not-quite-sweet flavor of her arousal. Beck tasted like sex, like strength wrapped in softness, so very, very female. Kaitlyn inhaled, her nose all but crushed against Beck, giving her the most intimate sensory overload. She took another long, slow suck. Flicking her tongue back and forth over Beck’s clit in a firefly wing caress.
“The sounds you’re making are driving me nuts…Fuck.”
Kaitlyn hadn’t realized she’d been making any sounds, but her response to having her mouth on Beck was impossible to contain. Every swipe of her tongue earned her a tensed muscle or a hitched breath, a gush of wetness against her lips. It was making her crazy in the best possible way. Kaitlyn groaned.
“Do you know what it does to me knowing you get off on this?” Beck asked.
Kaitlyn just barely registered the words, the rumble of Beck’s voice floating over her. She hummed her response against Beck’s clit and felt it swell.
“Can’t hold it much longer.” Beck ground against Kaitlyn’s mouth, her movements jerky and unfocused.
Kaitlyn whimpered. She didn’t want her to hold it; she wanted Beck to come screaming all over her face.
“Oh God. Oh Fuck. Fuck.”
Beck’s words sparked across her skin. Kaitlyn flicked her tongue across the tip of Beck’s clit one last time and she exploded, pumping roughly against her mouth, her hand a vise grip on the back of Kaitlyn’s neck. All manner of sweet, dirty things fell from her lips. Kaitlyn rode it out with her, licking and sucking and savoring every moment until Beck insisted she stop.
All too soon, Beck was easing herself away and rubbing soothing fingers against her neck. “Jesus. I’m sorry. I think I’ve left fingerprints.”
Kaitlyn blinked. A soft fuzziness enveloped her, making it hard to think. “I don’t care. You know that.”
Beck tossed the space blanket back over them and sat with Kaitlyn’s head in her lap, stroking her hair, her nape, across her forehead. “You’re incredible.”
“I’m glad you think so because I’m yours,” Kaitlyn said. The truth that used to scare her, now made her all glowy.
“Nothing means more to me. You’re my heart.” Beck brushed a thumb across her lips and Kaitlyn kissed it. All she’d ever wanted was the love of this woman. Being her love, being the one, was a gift she’d never tire of.
“We belong together like jelly and donuts,” Kaitlyn said.
Beck laughed. “Hungry? I think all the birthday cake is gone.”
“It’s your fault. You and your Krispy Kreme truck.” Kaitlyn poked her in the belly.
Beck smiled. “I’m so sorry. I vow never to bring up sugary fat again.”
“Alternatively, you could just buy me a donut shop. That’d solve the problem nicely.”
“Done. Anything for you.”
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that because I’m naked and you’re all postcoital.”
“True. But it’s the thought that counts, right? I’d give you a million dollars right now.”
“How about a million years?” Kaitlyn held her breath. Thoughts did count, but actions spoke louder.
Beck cradled her face and stared directly into her eyes. “Make it two million and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“You drive a hard bargain, but I think I can make that work.” Kaitlyn’s smile felt so big she was sure her face would crack open at any second.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy,” Beck promised her, sealing their deal with another of her brain melting kisses.
Kaitlyn rested her forehead against Beck’s. “As much as I hate to say it, we should probably drag ourselves back to the party. It’s got to be well and truly over by now.”
Beck checked her watch. “No kidding.”
Kaitlyn found her dress at the far end of the seat and wriggled into it. She glanced around. “Do you know where my panties went?”
“I do know,” Beck said sagely.
“Where are they? The last thing I want is for your dad to find my underwear when he gets the car back.” Kaitlyn ducked to check the floor. Nothing.
Beck patted the pocket of the pants she was pulling on. “They’re safe. Don’t worry.”
It was only then that Kaitlyn remembered Beck had taken them from her. She made a grab for them, but Beck fended her off. “No way, pretty lady. These are a priceless memento.”
Kaitlyn laughed. “A memento of what?”
“Of the night we pledged two million years together,” Beck said.
Kaitlyn’s throat closed. Tears stung her eyes. Sometimes, with the right person, love really was forever. “Used and ruined panties will forevermore signify our love. You’re such a sentimental fool.”
Beck pulled on her shoes and hopped out of the car, holding out a hand to Kaitlyn. “See? This is why I love you. You get me.”
The next two million years were going to be amazing.
Epilogue
Endings Are Beginnings
Sarah yawned so wide the corners of her mouth hurt. God, she was happy to be heading home. The seductive call of her rickety old bed; her mattress that dipped in the middle; her fluffy pillow; Bob, the three-legged wonder cat, curled up purring like a locomotive made her ache with longing. If heaven were a theater, her bed and Bob would be center stage. She was used to putting in sixteen-hour days and had no excuse for being this sleepy, but amazing sex and executing the world’s raunchiest breakup would put anyone down for the count.
She pulled on her duck egg blue peacoat on her way from the coatroom into the entrance hall. Her phone vibrated against her hip, and she slid it from the pocket.
Miss you already, Aphrodite.
She smiled. Ryan was probably loading her van and hauling her own tired ass home by now. That she’d thought to text made leaving without her just a little easier.
Ryan.
Who would’ve thought she’d find her perfect stranger at Eleanor McGregor’s party? For that matter, who would’ve thought she’d find Eleanor so alluring? Once you
got past the hefty dose of bitch, she was pretty decent. With emphasis on the pretty. Plus, she had amazing breasts. Sarah hadn’t ever been particularly attracted to breasts, but damn if Eleanor’s hadn’t made her mouth water.
Avery held Sarah’s purse and tugged on a tan Burberry trench coat. “Stellar night, huh?”
Sarah raised her eyebrows in a way she hoped exuded fervent judgment and disapproval. “Did you sneak away with that poor girl and deflower her, Avery Anders?”
Avery blanched for half a second, then flicked her scarf at Sarah before wrapping it loosely around her neck. “I did. It was very, very dirty.”
Sarah laughed. “Was it now. Details, please.”
The humor slowly ebbed from Avery’s face, but the sparkle in her eyes seemed to be permanently ingrained. “I told Spencer I love her.”
Sarah gasped and launched herself into Avery’s arms. “It’s about time, you broody, mopey mush-bucket.”
“Aw. You give the best compliments.”
Avery spun her around in circles until Sarah was giddy. She landed on her feet and they smiled hugely at each other until Avery resembled the scary clowns at the circus.
“I take it Spencer was happy to hear this?” Sarah said.
Avery lifted a shoulder in an aw-shucks gesture. “She loves me too.”
“No way.” When Avery choked on a laugh, Sarah added, “I mean, that was unexpected, right? You didn’t think she was into you like that.”
“Apparently, I was wrong, thank God.”
“Why are you two standing there grinning at each other?” Kaitlyn asked as she walked inside with…
Wait. With Becca Delmar? Holy shit.
“You’re not trying to convince Avery to kiss Ryan too, are you?” Kaitlyn said.
The grin fell off Avery’s face like she’d dropped it on the floor. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
If looks could kill, Becca would be on a slab in the morgue.
Kaitlyn held up her hand as if her palm alone could stop the fistfight about to break out. “It’s okay, Avery.”
Avery glowered, and Sarah wasn’t too far behind her on that. But the longer they stood there, the clearer she saw things. Becca’s clothes were rumpled, and Kaitlyn’s cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed. She was practically glowing. They both were.
“Looks like love’s in the air tonight.” Sarah turned to Becca. “If you hurt her again, I’ll murder you. I know how, and I don’t care if I go to prison.”
Kaitlyn made a protesting sound, but Becca nodded. “If I hurt her again, I’d deserve it.”
Well, that was okay then.
Sarah walked over and slung her arm around Becca’s waist, giving her a quick side hug. “Always knew you’d come back. You’re not as stupid as you look.”
Becca hugged her back. “You’re just as charming as I remember.”
“It’s a gift.” Sarah grinned.
Kaitlyn started toward the coatroom. “We should get going. Looks like we’re the last ones left.” She disappeared and came out with her ankle length white woolen coat. A coat only Kaitlyn could pull off without looking like Cruella de Vil. She draped the strap of her purse over her shoulder and looked hopefully at Beck. “Can I give you a lift?”
Beck’s smile was so sensual Sarah shivered. Wow. “Got the Range Rover, remember?”
Kaitlyn pouted, but there was heat in her eyes. “I remember.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Becca grasped Kaitlyn by the shoulders and kissed her so thoroughly Sarah had to look away. Double wow.
“Kaitlyn and Becca sitting in a tree,” she sang as they headed toward the front doors and out into the cold. “K-I-S-S—”
“Sarah,” Kaitlyn interrupted her, “if you don’t shut up, I’ll gloss over all the best details and leave you hanging.”
Sarah shut up.
* * *
Avery buttoned her coat and wished for the eleventy-billionth time that Spencer wasn’t a McGregor. Tonight particularly because Spencer was spending the rest of the weekend right here with her family, and Avery had to go back to Manhattan without her. She’d just gotten Spencer to love her, and leaving now felt like parting with a limb. The most gorgeous limb ever. She’d kissed Spencer good-bye only fifteen minutes ago, but she was already deprived of her beautiful voice, her sweet smile, her sexy body. Deprivation made her cranky.
“So, you two are back together?” Avery asked Kaitlyn as they waited for the valet.
Kaitlyn nodded. “For approximately the next two million years. After that we’ll need to renegotiate.”
Sarah squealed, but Avery wasn’t so keen to join the celebration. “She kicked you to the curb.”
Sarah frowned at her, but Kaitlyn looked thoughtful. “That’s how it felt at the time. But it wasn’t about me. She needed to leave. Then she needed to come back.”
“And you, what? Just spread your legs like nothing happened?”
“Avery,” Kaitlyn said in a voice edged with steel. “Who I spread my legs for isn’t a decision I make by committee.”
Avery struggled against the smile that wanted to break through her missing-Spencer-asshole-ness. Only Kaitlyn could tell her to mind her own fucking business in such a prim and proper, CEO of a major corporation way. She was awesome like that.
“Okay, okay. I just don’t want to see you hurt again. How do you know she’s back for good?”
“Because I trust her,” Kaitlyn said simply.
Huh. How could you argue with that?
“It’s so romantic,” Sarah said as the town car stopped at the curb and they all piled in. “You’re torn apart as innocent teenagers, but a decade later she comes swooping back to town and sweeps you off your feet to live happily ever after in a castle far, far away.”
Kaitlyn grimaced. “Don’t quit your day job, okay? Fairy tales aren’t your calling.”
“It is kind of romantic.” Avery smiled at Kaitlyn in a way she hoped said sorry for being an ass.
The car pulled slowly out of the McGregor estate, and Avery stared at the warm glow of light illuminating Spencer’s bedroom window as it grew smaller and smaller. The bedroom Spencer would be sleeping in tonight. The bedroom they’d made love in. Said I love you in. Committed to forever in. Avery’d rather Spencer be with her, but tucked up under the quilt they’d all but sent to the floor wasn’t a bad consolation prize.
“It is. And she has my very compromised panties in her pocket to prove it.” Kaitlyn winked at Avery. All forgiven.
“You’re not wearing underwear?” Avery glanced at Kaitlyn’s lap automatically like she’d be able to tell through the layers of silk and wool. She looked away hastily. Jesus. Kaitlyn without underwear. How long had she been walking around like that? So much for prim and proper.
“Good for you,” Sarah said, apparently completely unfazed. “Bet she’s hot in bed.”
“You have no idea,” Kaitlyn said.
“Well, you know, we could maybe…” Sarah trailed off, laughing as Kaitlyn shoved her.
“She’s all mine, you unrepentant horndog. No sharing.”
Sarah sighed dramatically. “So unfair.”
“Speaking of sharing,” Kaitlyn said. “Did you tell Avery about your threesome with the sexy chef and your frustratingly beautiful archenemy?”
“What?” All the blood rushed from Avery’s head, making her dizzy. “You had sex with Elle?” She couldn’t picture it. Well, okay, she was already picturing it, but holy mother of God. Sarah had a threesome with Elle, and Kaitlyn’s underwear was in her ex-girlfriend’s, now current girlfriend’s, pocket. This night couldn’t get any stranger.
Or hotter.
“It wasn’t a real threesome,” Sarah said.
She relayed what’d gone down in the coatroom, and Avery wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or horrified. “Is Elle okay? How did you leave things?”
“I didn’t ask her for her number, if that’s what you mean. Seemed too needy,” Sarah said.
Avery ro
lled her eyes. Sarah had never met an uncomfortable emotion she hadn’t attempted to deflect with humor. “I mean, is Elle okay? How’s she feeling? Is she upset about Peter?”
Avery remembered Elle’s empty expression and haunted eyes when they’d parted on the balcony. She should’ve made sure Elle was okay. She should’ve been there for her. She’d been too wrapped up in Spencer. It was difficult to feel guilty for that, but she was sorry she hadn’t looked after her friend.
“She’s a real mess,” Sarah said. “She’s going to spend the next twenty years in therapy examining how she could’ve possibly been such an awful meanie to the nicest, cutest, smartest girl in her senior class. A girl she was secretly attracted to. But after she’s processed that, I imagine she’ll be just as sane as the rest of us.”
Avery stared at her. “Sometimes I don’t know whether you’re joking or being a dick.”
Sarah laughed. “Relax. She’s fine, just a bit shaky and lost. But I have a plan.”
“Sarah, no.” Kaitlyn had gone pale. “No more plans.”
“It’s brilliant.” Sarah looked pleased with herself. “I’m going to introduce Eleanor to Hot Bartender.”
Avery groaned.
* * *
“The bartender where Peter had sex?” Kaitlyn asked. Hot Bartender was apt all right. The woman was stunning. She’d also been sending Sarah signals. Maybe setting her up with Eleanor wasn’t the best idea. “It looked like she was interested in you. It’s a bit rude to shove someone else at her.”
“Then I’ll do my best not to shove Eleanor at her. I’m capable of finesse, you know,” Sarah said.
Kaitlyn glanced at Avery.
“Hey.” Sarah was indignant. “I am.”
Kaitlyn shook her head. “We’ll help you. It’s one of your better plans. Eleanor could probably use a nice rebound relationship to get her confidence back.”