Authors: Radclyffe
Irina pulled the blanket closed over her breasts and curled on her side, resting her hand beneath her head as she pulled her knees up close to her body. “Were you going to fuck me, before the police came?”
“No,” Mitch said, sliding his hands into his pockets. His jeans tightened over his cock, and he felt the pressure through to his spine. “But I wasn’t pretending, either. You’re…very hot.”
Irina’s eyes drifted down his body, lingering on his crotch. Mitch didn’t move, but he twitched in his jeans. “Go, new boy,” she said softly. “For tonight.”
“I’ll see you in the morning.” Mitch walked to the door, then looked back. “Do you have a picture of your sister?”
“Why?”
“Because it will help us find her if we know what she looks like.”
Irina shook her head. “No. The police will lock her away. Then I will never see her again.”
“I won’t let that happen.”
“Even if I believed you, you are just one.” Irina folded her arms and pillowed her head, then closed her eyes.
Mitch returned, crouching down by the side of the mattress. “I’ll talk to some people. About protecting your sister, okay? Then will you let me see the picture?”
“Do you keep your promises, new boy?”
“Yes,” Mitch said.
Irina opened her eyes, searching his face. “Come back in the morning. Maybe we’ll talk.”
*
Sandy heard footsteps in the hallway and a shadow blocked out the sliver of light beneath the apartment door. She wrapped her arms around her bent legs and rested her chin on her knees, holding her breath until a key rasped in the lock. Mitch was backlit briefly in the square of light as the door opened, then his blade-like figure disappeared into darkness again.
“You can turn on the light,” Sandy said when she heard him bump into something.
“Jesus,” Mitch gasped. “It’s three in the morning. I thought you’d be asleep.”
“Not without you.”
“Didn’t you get my note?” Mitch fumbled on the dresser a few feet from the door and pulled the chain on the small lamp. He removed his jacket and hung it on a hook on the wall.
“Yeah, I got your message. What’s this shit about not coming back for a while? And where are your clothes?”
Mitch sprawled on the couch beside her and kicked off his boots. “I’m going to be working a lot at night, so sometimes I might not make it home.”
“I get that. That happens sometimes. But something else is going on this time, isn’t it?”
Mitch stared at the ceiling. Frye hadn’t said not to tell her. “I’ve got this assignment. We’re going after the mob who are hooked up with the Russians.”
“I know that. Frye thinks with foreign girls out of the picture, all the action is going to swing back to the local girls again. I’ve been asking around. I think she’s right.” Sandy turned sideways on the couch and poked Mitch’s shoulder. “What’s your part?”
“One of the Russian girls flipped after she was arrested. I’m working with her.”
Sandy jumped to her feet and strode across the room, then spun around. “Working. Working as in what? Following her? What?”
Mitch sat forward, trying to stay calm. “We’re supposed to be a couple. So she can get me close to some of the guys in charge.”
“Perfect. It’s Irina, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Mitch didn’t see any point in denying it. Sandy knew Irina, or at least what she looked like. She’d seen Irina’s picture when she was screening porn videos for Frye, trying to identify the models. She also knew that Mitch had had to get physical with Irina before.
Sandy stalked back to him, her eyes narrowed. “Where is she?”
“In my apartment down the hall.”
“Which is where you moved your clothes.”
“I thought I better have a change of clothes there, just in case.” Mitch waited, expecting an explosion. When it didn’t come, he really started to worry. “Look, I know you’re pissed off.”
“Is she there right now?”
Mitch nodded. “She’s going to be staying there for a while.”
“Why aren’t you there?”
“Because I’m here.” Mitch stood up suddenly and pulled Sandy into his arms. He couldn’t stand the distance between them any longer. She felt stiff in his embrace, but she didn’t push away, and she would have if she’d been really, really pissed off. He rubbed his cheek against her hair. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you earlier, but then we had a fight, and I didn’t have a chance.”
“I’m going to kill Frye,” Sandy whispered.
Mitch laughed. “Good. Better her than me.”
Sandy wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing tight to his body. “This is crazy, baby. She could get you hurt.”
“You’re worried about me?”
“Duh.” Sandy bounced her forehead against his shoulder. “She flipped on these guys, and she has to know they’ll kill her if they find out. So if it comes down to her or you, you think she’s going to stand by you? She’ll turn you over to them to save her ass.”
“How do you know that?”
Sandy was still for a long time. “Because that’s what I would do, if I were in her place.”
Mitch cupped Sandy’s chin and lifted her face. He kissed her and kept kissing her until she softened and molded into his body. “No, you wouldn’t.”
“You don’t know what I’d do,” Sandy said, pulling his T-shirt from his pants. “I don’t want to talk about her. I don’t want to talk about Frye. I don’t want to talk about anything.” She unbuttoned the top of his jeans and yanked down the zipper. Then she reached inside and pulled out his cock. She dropped to her knees, her fist around him. She looked up. “I just want you.”
“Babe,” Mitch whispered, bracing his hands on her shoulders as his legs got suddenly weak. Her fist covered half the length of his cock, and as she took the head into her mouth, she pressed the shaft into his clit. He groaned, watching her through hooded eyes. She swallowed him, and while his head spun, his world steadied. Sandy owned him. “I need you, babe.”
“I know.” Sandy rubbed her face against his cock, then kissed the base of his belly. “Me too. Take off your shirt and the wrap. I want to touch you. I want to feel your heart beat while you fuck me.”
Dell ripped her T-shirt off over her head, then unstrapped her breasts. She dropped on her back on the sofa, her cock standing straight up between the vee of her jeans. She palmed it, circling the base slowly over her clit while she watched Sandy undress. She was already hard enough to come, and Sandy knew it. Sandy took her time undressing, her smile flickering as she watched Dell’s hand move.
“Ready, baby?” Sandy knelt on the edge of the sofa and Dell’s hips started to twist.
“Totally.” As Sandy climbed up over her, naked, vulnerable, her face filled with need, Dell felt humbled and unworthy. “I love you. I love you so damn much.”
“You better.” Sandy pushed Dell’s hand away and fisted her cock, seating the head between the folds of her sex. She hissed as she braced her other hand in the center of Dell’s chest. “You like being inside of me?”
“God, yes.”
Sandy gasped as she took an inch. “How much?”
“More than anything ever.”
“You like”—Sandy closed her eyes and shivered, tilting her pelvis to take the thick wide shaft. Her voice came out breathy and slow—“coming in me?”
Dell gripped Sandy’s narrow hips, steadying her while she thrust carefully, stretching and filling her. She grunted sharply when Sandy’s weight abruptly settled on the full length of her, crushing her clit beneath the cock. “So much I’m going to explode any second.”
Sandy slapped Dell’s tense stomach sharply. “You better not, rookie. You’ve got work to do first.”
“Aw, babe—”
“Forget it,” Sandy gasped. “You’re lucky you’re getting any. Now shut up and fuck me.”
Laughing, Dell focused on Sandy’s face, sliding in and out a fraction of an inch at a time as Sandy set the pace. She loved making Sandy come even more than having her own mind-blowing orgasms, and concentrating on pleasing Sandy helped her last longer. She knew if she thought about how sweet it felt for even a few seconds she wouldn’t be able to hold back, so she just put everything she had into making Sandy feel good.
“Like it, babe?”
Sandy nodded, her eyes glassy. “Oh yeah.” She hugged her lower lip between her teeth and sagged forward, catching herself with both hands on Dell’s chest. She gripped Dell’s breasts, her fingers closing convulsively around Dell’s nipples as she pumped her hips harder and faster along Dell’s length.
“Oh, fuck.” Dell’s clit pulsed as Sandy tugged on her nipples. She felt the orgasm building, curling through her stomach and down her thighs. She clutched Sandy tighter and jerked up hard into her.
“Oh,” Sandy whimpered. “I’m gonna come on your cock. Okay? Okay, baby?”
“Do it,” Dell panted, “do it…with me.”
Sandy’s head snapped back and she let out a long, keening wail and Dell exploded. She came so hard she thought her head would burst open. Maybe it did, because she was pretty sure she was blind, maybe paralyzed too.
Sandy lay like a dead weight across her chest, with Dell still inside her. All Dell could move was one hand, so she stroked the damp hair off Sandy’s face.
“Good, babe?”
“Awful,” Sandy mumbled. “Worst sex I ever had.”
Dell laughed. “Still mad?”
“Shut up, Dell. I’m thinking about coming again.”
“Okay,” Dell said quickly. “Okay, sure.”
Sandy pushed herself up on one elbow, looking soft and satisfied as she circled her pelvis lazily. “Tired?”
Dell shook her head vigorously.
“Liar.” Sandy nipped at Dell’s lip again, then sucked on her tongue, still slow pumping on her cock. “You’re going to see her in the morning, aren’t you?”
“Sandy.” Dell brushed her fingertips over Sandy’s breasts. “I love you.”
“I got scared,” Sandy said breathlessly, “when I came home and you weren’t here.”
Dell wrapped her arms around Sandy’s waist and turned her gently onto her back, careful to stay inside her. She supported her body on her forearms and kissed Sandy, flexing her ass rhythmically, pumping in and out. When she sensed Sandy getting ready to come, she whispered, “Look at me, babe.”
Sandy’s lids fluttered and she struggled to focus. “You’re making me come.”
“I’m always coming home,” Dell promised as Sandy clamped her heels tight around the backs of her thighs and bowed beneath her. “Always.”
After Watts dropped her off, Rebecca let herself quietly into the house and clicked off the porch light that Catherine had left burning. Another light shone dimly in the hallway and got brighter as she approached the bedroom. Frowning, she eased open the bedroom door and stepped inside. Catherine was propped up on the pillows, asleep with a book on her chest. Rebecca smiled when she recognized the name of a top-selling thriller. Six months ago, she wouldn’t have had any idea what that author wrote, but then a lot of things had changed in six months. She would still have been out on the streets at this time of night back then, roaming around in her personal vehicle on her own time, searching for something to fill the void in her life, in her heart. Now, for a few hours, she could leave all the death and depravity behind. In Catherine’s arms, she found not only peace, but completion. Moving silently, she crossed to the bed and eased the book from between Catherine’s fingers.
“It’s late,” she said when Catherine opened her eyes and smiled up at her. “Go back to sleep.”
She reached over to turn out the light, but Catherine grasped her wrist. “Leave it on until you come to bed. I like to watch you get undressed.”
“If you expect me to follow Ali’s instructions, you shouldn’t say things like that.” Rebecca sat on the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Catherine on the mouth. When Catherine’s arms came around her neck, she pushed the sheets down and slipped her hand beneath Catherine’s silk top.
Catherine murmured, her nipple hardening as Rebecca’s fingertips brushed over it. “My God,” she said, pulling back breathlessly. “Ambush. You just ambushed me.”
Rebecca grinned. “That wasn’t an ambush, it was just a greeting.”
Catherine placed her palm against Rebecca’s chest and held her away. “No more. I’m weak at the moment.” Her smile twisted fleetingly. “I’ve missed you.”
“I feel fine. Never better.” Rebecca quickly undressed, all the while watching Catherine watching her. Then she hurried around to the other side of the bed and climbed under the sheets. Catherine rolled toward her, and Rebecca took her into her arms. Still, Catherine kept one hand braced against Rebecca’s chest, preventing their bodies from completely touching. Rebecca grumbled in frustration. “At least let me kiss you.”
“I can’t. I have no willpower where you’re concerned. If we start, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Good.”
Catherine brushed her fingers through Rebecca’s hair. “Darling, you look tired. It’s too soon for you to be working this many hours.”
“I was sitting in the car the entire time. It was deadly boring and Watts was enough to drive me crazy, but it wasn’t strenuous. I promise.”
“What were you doing?”