by K C Luck
“Can you come like this?” she asks, and I grit my teeth. I can, but I don’t want to. Not until she is riding me, and we can climax together. Still, I want to please her.
“Yes,” I growl. “Is that what you want?”
She’s quiet while she considers her answer, still rubbing me to the point my breath is starting to hitch, then shakes her head. “No, I want you to wait until you are ready to explode.”
“Then, you better stop doing that and kiss me.”
With a little laugh at the huskiness in my voice, she relents and crawls over my body, still on her hands and knees. As her hips pass above the shaft, she wiggles to taunt me but doesn't take it inside her. Instead, when we are face to face, she pauses, brushing her lips ever so faintly over mine. My patience is fading I want her so badly. Every part of me shivers with anticipation. “Kiss me,” I repeat, with more of an edge making it sound less like a request and more like a demand. Our eyes meet, and I see she likes how close I am to ravishing her. Any second, and I will grab her hips to drive deep inside. “I'm going to make you sorry for this teasing.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Do you promise?” she asks, and with that, I've had enough of the game. I put my hand behind her neck and pull her down until I can take her mouth with mine. For a moment, she tries to resist but is no match for my strength, and as I thrust my tongue between her lips, a small cry of surrender escapes her throat. Our kiss is pure passion, the heat from our desire blazing like a fire raging between us. I can never get enough of her mouth, and from the hunger behind her kiss, I know she feels the same.
Running my other hand down her body, I slide between her legs to find her wet and swollen. Her pussy is inviting me in. Without breaking the kiss, I roll us over until I am topping her with my hips parting her legs. A single thrust and I will be inside her, but I wait and break the kiss.
“Are you ready?” I whisper, not wanting to hurt her.
“Yes, God, yes,” she gasps, and the sound of need in her voice is all I can take. I drive forward with more power than I plan, but I’m bordering on losing control I need her so much. She cries out and throws her head back while clawing at my back. “You feel so good ...”
With a moan, I pull back and thrust forward again, driving deeper than before. Trying to keep my movements under control, I slide out, then thrust again. Then, again. Finding a rhythm. Deeper, harder, and already I am close. Knowing I am spreading her, filling her, pressing her down into the mattress, owning her… the sensation is nearly overwhelming. “Lila, Jesus,” I growl dangerously close to losing control, but I haven’t ever, not—
“Give in to me,” I hear Lila whisper into my ear interrupting my thoughts. “I need to have all of you tonight.”
Her words open a door inside me, and I no longer want to hold back. I want to take her with all the passion I feel. Grabbing her wrists, I push her hands over her head, increasing the pace of my thrusts. I take her mouth with mine to conquer her in every way. Our bodies slap together as I drive into her again and again. I feel her starting to shake under my relentless passion. Tearing my mouth away, leaving her gasping, I stare into her eyes. “Come,” I demand and watch as she fights the onrushing climax.
“Not without you,” she says with a hint of defiance. Growling at her stubbornness, I let go of her wrists and pull back to slide down her body. I feel her surprise at my sudden change of strategy. “What are you doing?”
“Tasting you,” I tell her seconds before I do just that, and she tries to roll away. Again, she is no match for my strength as I grab her thighs and bury my face between her legs.
“Oh God,” she cries out, and I feel her clit tightening under my tongue. “You're cheating.” I don't relent, waiting for just the right moment. She needs to come, and my sucking and teasing does what I want. After another moment, her pussy starts to throb against my lips. A scream from her throat is what I am waiting for as I move back up her body. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and she throws an arm over her head relishing the feeling coursing through her. Before she finishes, I spread her legs again. “What are you—?”
I slide the shaft into her before she finishes the question. The sudden thrust makes her arch her back. “We aren’t close to done, Lila,” I tell her and start to rock my hips sliding in and out, fast and hard. “Keep coming.” Her hands grab my arms, and she whips her head back and forth as another more intense wave of orgasm rushes on.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop but come with me. I need to have you.” This time I do let go, and with each push inside her, I feel the rise of my own climax. Never have I experienced a more perfect lover. The person who needs to feel me as much as I need to feel her. Grabbing the sheet into my fists, I tremble, for a moment afraid of the intensity, and then it is too late. An almost animalistic cry comes from my soul, and I hear her screaming my name as we both come like never before.
22
There is no downside to traveling with billionaires. Between them having planes or even their own airlines, the convenience is one thing, but the comforts are beyond imagination. Although the length of the flight makes me feel a bit like a caged tiger, being treated like royalty is easy to get used to. A special set of gates is designated for Chloe’s airline, and our arrival is smooth and efficient. I am happy to welcome the Los Angeles sunshine as we finally step outside to meet the limousine and the driver Madison sent for us.
As he takes our bags, for a fleeting second, I note he’s wearing a gun in a shoulder holster under his black suit jacket. No doubt standard practice for the billionaire’s drivers, still I turn to Chloe to mention it, when Lila pulls me inside to sit beside her. “Come on, darling,” she says. “Let’s pretend we are movie stars. After all, this is LA.” I laugh and slide across the soft gray leather seat to join her. Once Chloe is in, and the door closes, I feel the trunk slam. We are on our way to Madison's estate, and I am curious to see how she lives. Extravagant, certainly. As much as I don’t want to admit it, the billionaire media mogul intrigues me a little. To have someone like Claire in love with her makes me think there is more to Madison than meets the eye.
Finally, the car starts to move, and I relax. I know this moment of calm is temporary, so try to enjoy it while I can. We will soon be in the middle of strategizing about how to catch Georgia DeLane. Then there will be the actual wedding. Anything can happen. “How about a drink?” Chloe says sliding closer to the minibar.
“Absolutely,” Lila agrees sounding relaxed as well, not to mention refreshed and ready for anything. The woman never seems to be affected by long flights or jumping time zones. I continue to be amazed by her grace, and it makes me desire her all the more. Memories of our last night together in the tent come to mind, and I feel a heat run through me. I never stop wanting her.
“You, Jael?” Chloe asks, and I shake my head. I have every intention of staying sharp here on out. Before Chloe can open the door to the small refrigerator, the limo slows. Los Angeles traffic, no doubt, but then it stops, and I look out the darkened window to see we are actually still at the airport and pulled up to the curb. Frowning, I glance at Chloe.
“Do you know what he is doing?”
Chloe shakes her head. “No.” Reaching for the intercom to ask, I am startled when suddenly the car door opens again. A blast of California sun flashes into my face, temporarily blinding me, and then a shadow fills the doorway. A figure ducks into the limo with us and pulls the door shut behind her. Madison? Here? I’m confused as my eyes adjust, and then I feel Lila's hand grip my arm. Blinking, I look into the eyes of a beautiful dark-haired woman. I freeze at the sight. Even though I've only seen her in photographs, the face is unmistakable. Georgia DeLane.
“Oh fuck,” Chloe whispers. “This is definitely not good.” I find it the understatement of the century but return my focus on the unwelcome guest. My first instinct is to lunge and wrap my hands around the woman’s neck, but she holds up a hand in a stop sign as if reading my mind.
; “Easy, kid,” she says. “I don't know how you fit into all of this, but if you lay a hand on me, the driver will retaliate. Trust me, you don't want that.” My mind goes through a list of scenarios, particularly him putting hands on Lila, and I sit back in the seat.
“What do you want?” Lila hisses in a voice I never imagined she had inside her. Disgust laces the words.
Georgia narrows her eyes, clearly not liking Lila’s tone. “You have no reason to be pissed at me, my lady. You were quite willing to let me fuck you.” A growl comes from my throat before I can stop it.
Georgia’s eyes flick to my face. Then, a slow smile crosses hers. “Oh, I get it now,” she says with a laugh. “Yes, you are definitely her type. Much more than I ever was.” She taps her chin with a long, manicured finger. “Let me guess. A bodyguard? Veiled as an ‘assistant’? How perfect.”
The fact she nails it so precisely makes the fury in me burn even hotter, but I keep my thoughts to myself. It's all I can do to stay in my seat as the limo pulls away from the curb and merges back into traffic. Clearly seeing the answer on my face, she nods and turns to Chloe. “But then who are you? Have I perchance uncovered another card-carrying member of the Lesbian Billionaires Club? Wait. I know you. Your Aussie accent gives you away. You are—”
“Just stop,” Lila interrupts before Chloe answers. “It’s me you want, so let them go.”
“No,” I blurt out, but Georgia ignores us focusing on Chloe.
Chloe lifts her chin, eyes hard. “How did you know where we would exit the airport?”
Georgia shrugs. “Let’s just say I have extensive resources. I pretty much know whatever I want.”
“Except who belongs to the club,” I add with pleasure. “Or how to weasel your way into it.”
She turns to me. “You’re kind of a pain in the ass, you know that?” she says. “Maybe I will let you out. Or shoot you.”
Lila grabs my hand and squeezes it. I feel her shaking and am not sure if it is from anger or fear or both. “Just let them go,” she repeats.
Georgia waves her off. “Maybe, but not now. We’re going to chat first while we sit in traffic.”
“Well, then I need a drink,” Chloe says and moves to the minibar without input from any of us. She quickly makes herself a scotch and soda with practiced ease while we watch, then turns back to look at us again. We are all staring at her. “What?” she says leaning back before taking a sip.
“You’ve got real guts,” Georgia says with a grin. “I like you.” She glances at me. “Much more than her. But your manners are crap. You should have asked us if we wanted one.”
Chloe sips again, and they stare sizing each other up. Chloe’s sandy-haired and sturdy with a weathered face from time outdoors in the sunshine. Georgia’s the exact opposite. Thin, dark, and I don’t think she goes outside much. “I should have,” Chloe finally agrees, but makes no move to correct her mistake.
Georgia narrows her eyes. “That’s it?” she says.
Chloe raises an eyebrow. “How about you tell me where you're taking us, and then I'll be more inclined?”
“Yes, that would be good to know,” I add.
“To my super-secret evil lair to torture the truth out of you, of course.” No one says a word for a minute, and then Georgia throws back her head and belts out a laugh. When the chuckles subside, she wipes tears from her eyes. “God, you can’t seriously believe that. I’m really not that bad, ladies.”
“You shot at us at the Hollywood Gala,” Lila exclaims.
Chloe chimes in. “You're kidnapping us now.”
Georgia waves her hand, dismissing the comments. “Details. I never hit any of you, although that damn LA media pimp had it coming. I might shoot her still, she’s such an arrogant pain in the ass. How she got Claire is beyond me.” Lila sucks in a breath, and Georgia grins. “Kidding. Sort of.”
“How about you just tell us what you want?” I ask having enough of Georgia’s fake graciousness. She’s a criminal. Period.
She tilts her head and runs her eyes over my face. Her dislike for me is evident in her look, but she answers anyway. “I just want to talk. Get to know my new Australian friend better. Catch up. Work things out,” she replies.
“Work things out?” I spit out a derisive laugh. “After the ridiculous threat at the ski lodge? Lipstick on a mirror seems a little beneath you.”
“What are you talking about?” Georgia asks looking honestly confused.
Lila leans forward in the seat. “You had someone write a message to me on my mirror at the lodge. And I agree with Jael, very juvenile.”
Georgia shakes her head. “I hate to say it, but I had nothing to do with that, friends. Sure, I knew you were at the lodge, because I have people who track all that shit and give me a report,” she explains. “But I didn’t write any message on your mirror.”
I shake my head. “Nice try, but you’ve got no honor. I don’t believe you.” Georgia's face instantly flushes red at my words. My insult struck home, and I could not be happier, at least until Georgia leans forward and pushes the intercom to call the driver.
“Pull over somewhere,” she orders. “One of us is getting the fuck out of my car.”
23
“You know, I just don't think you fit in with our little party,” Georgia DeLane says while looking me in the eye. “Not being a billionaire and all. Hired help, basically.” I don't rise to her bait but cannot help clenching my hands into fists. The urge to punch the woman in the face is incredibly strong. As if sensing my fury, Lila lays a hand on my leg to calm me else I do something to endanger us all. Seeing the interaction, the smirk that crosses Georgia’s face as the car slows to a stop is almost enough to make me ignore Lila’s warning. This villain disgusts me on every level of my being.
Once the car stops Georgia doesn’t even wait for the driver and grabs the door handle to push it open. Sunlight masked by the limo’s tinted windows floods in. I shake my head. “You must be even crazier than I thought if you believe I’m getting out without them.”
Georgia tilts her head before letting her eyes roam to Chloe, then Lila, before back to me. “I assure you they will be treated like the VIPs that they are. If you behave.” She shrugs. “But if you fight me on this, I can’t promise anything.” I grit my teeth with fury at the threat. Before I spit back an answer, Lila interrupts.
“What do you want us for?”
“That’s a damn good question,” Chloe chimes in. “Why us?”
A hint of color rises to Georgia’s cheeks, almost as if she’s embarrassed over what she is about to admit. Then, she lifts her chin with defiance. “I want to go to the wedding,” she declares. I bark out a laugh before I can stop myself. Here is this rich, powerful, highly feared woman, and she is acting like a child who has been told she can't go to a birthday party.
“You’re serious?” Chloe asks before I have a chance. “You’ll threaten our lives over an invitation?”
Now Georgia’s cheeks flush brighter, the pink running down her neck. The glare she passes back and forth between Chloe and me is filled with enough malice to make me genuinely worry for the first time she will hurt us just for spite. “I don’t expect you to understand,” she growls.
Lila holds up a hand to interrupt. “She wants to use it to show the world her good side. She needs the credibility,” Lila adds in a murmur.
“What?” I ask, not following the logic.
Lila nods, not taking her eyes off Georgia. “You are trying to avoid persecution by shoring up your reputation. By associating with respected celebrities and attending an exclusive wedding.”
Georgia shrugs. “It’s not like I invented the idea. It’s basically an American tradition at this point.”
“They’ll arrest you the minute you show your face,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “Not if we keep it a secret until after the ceremony and few well-positioned photos are taken. Then, I exit quietly. Really quite simple,” Georgia says looking at me.
“Now, I think you’ve outstayed your welcome.” She waves her hand at the door. “Out.”
“No.”
Georgia rolls her eyes. “We've been over this. Out or I get pissed and do something we will both regret.” I am entirely conflicted. Before I decide, Chloe draws our attention with the clinking of ice as she downs her drink.
“How about a compromise?” she says after licking her lips savoring the taste. “I know you need a hostage for your plan to work, but you don’t need all of us.” She gestures toward Lila and me. “Let them out, and you and I can get to know each other better.” Watching Georgia raise her eyebrows, I see she is intrigued. After all, Chloe is a beautiful woman. Sunkissed, athletic, and sexy in an outdoorsy way. When she gives Georgia a smile, her charisma fills the car. The Australian's carefree way is inherently likable.
Without taking her eyes from Chloe’s, Georgia holds out her hand to Lila. “Purse,” is all she says, and after the briefest moment of hesitation, Lila gives her handbag over. Looping her hand through the strap, Georgia turns to me. “Wallet and phone.” I oblige, my jaw clenched, and she takes them, too. “Now, out.” I open my mouth to protest, but before I can, Chloe holds up her hand.
“Jael, just go. Take her and don’t worry. I’ve wrestled crocodiles much bigger than her.”
Shaking her head, Georgia laughs. “Delightful. This is going to be fun.” She literally points out the door now. “Last time I’m going to say it nicely. Out. Oh, and be careful. This is not the best part of the city. Lots of nasty gangs.” She chuckles taking enjoyment out of our predicament.
Not liking the situation but seeing my options are limited, I take Lila by the hand and lead her as we climb out. “Don’t worry, we can take care of ourselves,” I assure Georgia with a smirk of my own.
Georgia puts her hand on the door and is about to close it when she looks to Lila and sighs. “My lady, you could do so much better.” Then, she slams the door, and after a pause, the limo peels out as it leaves the curb and shoots back toward the onramp to the waiting highway. We are left alone on the street, one which looks uninviting. Still holding Lila’s hand, I scan the landscape. Cars in all manner of condition are parked along the street. Storefronts line the sidewalk. Many are closed and boarded over, the open ones having rolled up metal gates, which protect the establishments overnight. Unfortunately, I am all too familiar with this look from my travels in the military. Georgia DeLane might think she threw me out in a rough neighborhood, but she doesn’t know me. I've experienced far worse. No gunfire sounds in the background, and the street is not pockmarked with craters from explosions.