Authors: Ashley Bartlett
Tags: #Fiction, #Lesbian, #Mystery & Detective, #General, #Romance, #Contemporary
hands were shaking. Maybe Reese was fucking with me.
When I got to the fountains in front of the Bellagio, I stopped in
the middle of the sidewalk like every other person. It was a guaranteed
crowd. I pretended to watch the water show. Where the fuck was she?
“Act normal.” Next to me, that’s where. Crouched down in the
middle of the swarm of people. Reese wrestled the hat out of my
pocket. She twisted her hair up and put the hat on. She was trying to
disguise herself. So I unsnapped my shirt, slid it down my shoulders,
and handed it to her. The girl caught on quick. She threw the shirt on
and straightened.
“What’s going on?” My heart rate was through the roof. I’d
probably hyperventilate.
“Someone recognized me.”
Yep, I was going to have a heart attack. “Who?”
“Just keep my face covered,” Reese said.
I slung my arm around her shoulders as if we were a normal
couple. The move also obscured her face. “Can you see them?”
“To your left. Big guy. Unbuttoned white shirt.” Casually, I turned
away from her. There he was. Except Reese didn’t mention the bulge
under his left arm.
“He’s packing.”
Reese glanced around me. Her eyes filled with panic. I tried to
look calm for her sake.
“Fuck. He’s coming over here.” She was right. The guy was
walking directly toward us, but he was watching the street. Slowly,
he turned his head in our direction. “He can’t see my face,” Reese
whispered desperately.
I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed her.
It worked in the movies.
Reese just went with it, which was good because I was worried
she might have chosen getting shot over kissing me. Apparently not.
She twisted so we were facing each other and I put my arms around
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her shoulders. When she moaned into my mouth, I knew it wasn’t just
for show. Her hips rocked into mine sending heat through my body. I
swear, I knew fucking divinity in that moment.
Holding back was too much. I pressed past her lips with my
tongue, searching her mouth. The hand gripping my shirt tightened.
She pushed my tongue back, bit my lip, and sucked on it. Fuck. This
time I moaned. Reese took that as an invitation to go further. She kissed
me even harder, bruising my lips, cutting off my air. I was pretty sure I
could survive without air as long as she didn’t stop. That was when she
pulled away. We were both breathing hard and staring at each other. She
was still close enough for my biceps to cover her face.
“Do you think he’s still here?” Reese whispered. I drew her into me
so her face was tucked into my neck. The mass of people had dispersed.
The water show was over. The guy who’d been following her was gone.
“He’s gone.” I released her.
“Are you sure?” We started walking back to the hotel. Neither
of us saw him. For good measure, we ducked into a casino and left
through a side entrance. After that, Reese pulled me across the street.
We walked through two more casinos, a restaurant, and a hotel lobby
before Reese seemed satisfied that we weren’t being followed. Vegas
was great for losing a tail.
“So who the hell was that?” It took only a little nerve to ask.
“My uncle Vito.” Dude sounded like something out of
The
Godfather
. “He’s not actually my uncle. Just kind of.”
“He in the mob or something?” I joked.
“Not really.” What the hell did that mean? She didn’t look like
she was kidding. The silence that followed lasted us all the way to the
room.
When we got there, I crossed to the windows. With my hands
planted on the glass wall, I surveyed the Strip.
“We have a problem,” Reese said quietly. She leaned her shoulder
against the window next to me.
“A problem?” A rough laugh pushed out of my constricted throat.
“Just one?” Reese closed her eyes and hung her head. “Are you talking
about Uncle Vito,” I spit out the name, “seeing you? Or how about the
fact that you even have an Uncle Vito.” She flinched. “Or,” the jagged
laugh escaped me again. “Or maybe.” I turned and locked eyes with
her. “That I’ve never, in my life, been kissed like that.”
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Reese’s delicate hand moved to my trembling arm, still propped
against the glass. She rubbed it, only for a second. “The last one.” Then
she pulled my arm down and spun me so my back was against the
window. There was a pounding in my veins that made my hypersensitive
clit ache.
I tried to push up to take control of the situation. Reese held me
back with one palm against my chest. She opened the button fly of
my shorts and they fell to my ankles with a shower of colorful clay
chips. Those slate brown eyes never left mine. My tank top was forced
up and over my head. Deft fingers slid under the elastic of my boxer
briefs and dropped those too. I was naked, fucking wet, swollen, and so
ready I thought I was going to die. This was not how it was supposed to
happen. I was supposed to be in charge. I always was.
“Reese.” She wasn’t even touching me. Just staring. “Take off
your clothes.” Even with my forceful tone, it was a pathetic attempt to
regain control.
“Don’t talk. Don’t move. Don’t fucking breathe unless I tell you
to.” She planted one hand next to my head and slid the other between
my legs. Holy fuck, that felt good. I started to double over from either
pleasure or pain. I couldn’t tell which. Reese grabbed a handful of my
hair and held me in place. “Watch me.” So I did.
I watched her tits sway as she circled my clit. I watched her bite
her lip and I could tell holding back was killing her. When I begged her
to fuck me harder, I watched the grin twitch at the corner of her mouth
as she slowed down. Her eyes went liquid when she fucking finally
pushed inside me. The muscles in her arm tensed with each thrust into
me. Something resembling words flowed from my mouth as I cried,
screamed, begged for release.
I didn’t think. I didn’t think about Ryan. I didn’t think about the
fourteen years of hell I’d put Reese through. I didn’t think about the
cruelty in her eyes, ’cause right then it was gone. No anger. Just this.
Reese didn’t kiss me until that last second, the moment when I
contracted around her fingers deep inside and stiffened. That was when
her lips descended and let me know, this wasn’t fucking; it was way
beyond that.
I slid to the floor, all strength gone. She followed still kissing me,
still inside me, but unable to hold me up. I looked at her and couldn’t
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see a trace of her twin in the look on her face. Slowly, carefully, Reese
extracted her hand. Just to make me crazy, she licked her fingers.
Roughly, I wrenched her shirts over her head, pushed her to the
ground, and dragged off her shorts. “Now I’m in charge.”
“Whatever you want to think, sweetheart.” The last word came
out a taunting drawl.
I gripped behind her knees and yanked her closer. Reese reached
back and linked her hands behind her head like she was about to take a
nap. I dipped my head between her thighs and blew lightly across her
engorged clit. Her hips jumped so hard I laughed. When I looked at her,
she had her hands over her eyes and her jaw was clenched.
“Watch me,” I demanded. Reese dropped her hands and propped
herself up on her elbows. She was looking at me with unadulterated
need. When I licked the length of her clit, she didn’t drop her gaze. It
wasn’t until I drove my tongue inside her that she moaned and dropped
her head back. I stopped.
Her head snapped up. “Fuck, Coop. Please.”
Fast enough to make her gasp, I moved up the length of her body,
hovering, aching to press against the naked flesh under me. “I told you
to watch me.”
“Okay,” she whimpered. My mouth dropped to her fantastic
nipples. I alternated sucking on them until she was writhing and
pleading, until I couldn’t hang on any longer. That was when I pressed
inside her cunt, pushing hard until she screamed my name. With each
thrust, we slid across the floor. And then we were up against the glass
again. Reese reached back and braced her hands. Her hips were in the
air fucking my fingers. I couldn’t even feel my arm anymore, just a
mass of overworked muscle that ended inside of Reese DiGiovanni.
One of her hands left the window and curled around my head.
She pulled me against her as she came. Our foreheads pressed together,
slick with sweat, as we stared into each other’s eyes.
❖
At six a.m., we should have been sleeping. My back was propped
against the flamboyant, padded headboard and Reese was in my lap
gyrating against my hand. Moisture dripped between my fingers and
landed with surprising accuracy on my already wet clit. Every time she
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rocked forward, our matching necklaces tapped against each other with
a metallic ring.
“Fucking kiss me,” Reese said.
With my free hand, I cupped behind her neck and drew her mouth
to mine. I sucked her lip into my mouth savoring the taste of her flesh.
Her slim fingers worked my nipples. They were going to hurt like a
bitch later. Fuck it. I didn’t care.
Reese’s phone rang.
“Ignore it,” I said.
“Just don’t stop.” The rhythm of her hips picked up. I curled my
fingers forward urging Reese to come. The phone rang again. “Fuck,
fucking, fuck.” Reese grabbed the phone and opened it. She stopped
thrusting into my hand, except for an involuntary twitch when I put my
thumb to her clit. She grabbed my wrist as if that would stop me.
“Don’t do it.” I punctuated my second warning with a slow thrust
into her.
“What?” she answered the phone. I could hear Ryan’s voice. I was
so screwed. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” Just to mess with
her, I started to work my hand faster again. Her jaw clenched. “That’s
fine just—” I thrust into her pussy hard. Reese slammed the phone into
the headboard and screamed as she came. Then she slumped forward
against me breathing raggedly. She slowly brought the phone back to
her ear. “Sorry, Ryan, what was that?” I grinned at her. “Yeah, guess I
dozed off. No, that’s fine. Okay, see you then.” She closed the phone
and tossed it behind her.
“Who was that?” I asked innocently.
“Bitch, I’m going to make you pay.” The threat made my stomach
drop with wanting.
“I told you to ignore it.”
“Ignore this.” Reese moved back, pushed my legs apart, and
sucked my clit into her mouth. Bitch.
❖
Reese and I slept until the afternoon. When I woke up, she was on
top of me, one bare thigh between mine, her hand resting on my hip,
with her hair spread across my chest.
“Babe.” I rubbed up and down her naked back. “Hey, peanut butter.”
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She opened her eyes then closed them. “Morning.” She yawned.
“It’s afternoon.”
“Good afternoon, then.” Her eyes were still closed.
“When’s Ryan coming back?” I was getting a little worried.
Partially for his sake, but mostly for mine. If he came in and found us
like this, I would be dead.
“Tomorrow.”
“He’s gonna kill me.” I played with her velvety hair. It was never
a good idea to sleep with your friend’s sister.
“Me too,” she murmured into my chest.
“Why’s he gonna kill you?”
“Because of you.” Reese opened her eyes again and raised her
head to look at me. “I slept with his best friend.” She smirked. “Of
course, he’ll probably kill you first.”
“Great. I feel much better now.”
“Let’s get some food.”
Food sounded way better than my imminent death so I agreed. We
settled into coffee and croissants, almost wearing clothes, and looking
everywhere except at each other. I was chillin’ in my boxer briefs and
a ribbed tank top. Reese was wearing my western shirt with not a thing
under it, and I knew I’d never be able to wear it again.
“Are we going to talk about it?” Reese set her coffee cup down.
My pulse jumped. “Shit, I don’t know.” I was already sweating.
I’d never done the morning after what-did-it-mean talk, and I told her
as much.
“So we just ignore it? Pretend it never happened because Cooper
doesn’t like talking?”
“That’s not what I said. I’m just no good at talking.” There was
never a girl I wanted to talk to either. Not like Reese.
“Learn fast.” That tone was all bad.
“What do you want me to say?” At a loss, I shrugged dramatically.
“I don’t know what we should do. Do you?”
“No, that’s why we’re supposed to talk. You know, figure it out
together,” she said in that condescending voice of hers. Why was she so
infuriating? In sixty seconds, I’d gone from the euphoria only inspired
by a night of screwing to absolute revulsion.
“You seem to know everything,” I said. “You talk.”
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“Okay, fine.” The pouty lips were kind of sexy. “This will devastate