Magnetic, page 15
“Absolutely.” That answer earned Layne another kiss, and it was toe curling.
“What did you first notice about me?”
“Your hair.”
Stacy ran a hand through it. “Was that good or bad?”
“Good.”
“Elaborate.”
“Everyone at those stuffy parties is just so…tightly put together. But your hair was so wild and wavy with loose curls like it is now. You looked like you’d just spent hours having sex. It was very alluring.”
Stacy smiled as she ran her fingers over the side of Layne’s neck and pulled her close. The kiss was deep and long and left Layne light-headed.
“Sex toys, do you like them?”
“Yes.”
Layne held her sigh as Stacy kissed her deeply again. She clenched her fists to keep from grabbing Stacy and pulling her closer.
“There’s so much I want to do to you,” Stacy said barely above a whisper, “and so much I want you to do to me.”
Question, damn it! Layne turned away from Stacy’s gaze fearful that she’d crack and demand to know exactly what Stacy wanted. Her mind began to race with all sorts of delicious possibilities.
“How restrained do you feel now?”
“Not very,” Layne said with tension in her voice.
Stacy kissed her again teasingly, first letting the tip of her tongue graze Layne’s lips. “If I allowed you to do one thing to me right now, what would it be?”
Layne inhaled sharply before saying, “I’d love to taste you.”
This answer obviously inspired Stacy because she kissed her hard and pulled away just before Layne became completely unraveled. “Do you want to know what I’d do to you?”
“Yes!”
Stacy stared into Layne’s eyes. “What colors do you see right now?”
“Red, burgundy, deep purples.”
Stacy’s kiss was hot and sweet at the same time. “I’d show you red by teasing every sensitive spot you’ve revealed thus far with my mouth and tongue.” Stacy leaned in close so that her breath fell against Layne’s cheek and neck. “I’d show you burgundy by taking you in every position imaginable. And, Layne…I’d show you all the shades of purple by making you come harder than you ever have before.”
“That’s more than one thing,” Layne said breathlessly as she grabbed Stacy.
“Aw, sweetie, game over.” Stacy pulled away and stood.
“You’re not seriously going to leave now, are you?” Layne asked incredulously as Stacy picked up her keys and walked to the door.
“I’d seriously love to do everything I just told you, but what I want more is for you to trust me. I gave you my word that I would not let things get physical, so I have to leave.”
“Oh, you play rough.”
“Yes, I do,” Stacy said with a smile. “Don’t get up.”
Layne sank back down onto the couch. “And you don’t play fair.”
“No, I didn’t, but I wanted you to invite me back tomorrow night.”
Layne grinned despite the ache that had taken over her entire body. “As soon as you get off work.”
“See you at seven.” Stacy opened the door. “Good night, Layne.”
“That’s your opinion,” Layne said with a heavy sigh.
Chapter 24
“Wake up.”
“I am awake,” Layne said with a yawn and looked at the clock beside her bed, “now that is.”
“Mol’s at her group meeting. She laid out a banana and a granola bar for me to have for breakfast since I went crazy on vacation. I want pancakes.”
“I’ve got mix—”
“From IHOP with the fruit and whipped cream. How soon can you be dressed?”
“Oh, damn. I’ll skip the shower and throw on a baseball cap for that,” Layne said, sitting up.
“Do it. I’ll be there in a few. Be ready to jump in the car when I pull up.”
Layne brushed her teeth, scrambled into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and grabbed her ball cap as she raced out the front door. Jenny had not bothered to pull into the driveway but sat in the street gunning the engine. “I thought you’d never come out,” she said as Layne jumped into the car, and she took off before the door closed. “It could be crowded. I want you to limp so the hostess will feel sorry for us.”
“I draw the line at the limp, and if you do it, I’ll pretend not to know you.”
“Sometimes, you’re so cruel. How was Seattle?”
“I need coffee before I go into that fiasco.”
Jenny floored her Corolla to make it through a yellow light. “Okay, how about your love life?”
Layne glanced at her. “I know Molly told you everything. Coffee will be required for that conversation, too. Are you going to lecture me?” Layne asked seriously.
Jenny shook her head. “No, you’re not four years old.”
“Thanks. Have you talked to Ronnie?”
“Yes, and you’re gonna need coffee before you hear about it.”
*******
Jenny ordered a mountain of food compared to Layne’s two blueberry pancakes and bacon. She took the coffee carafe and filled Layne’s cup before doing her own. “Let’s start with Seattle.”
Layne told her about seeing Stacy at the Sapphire, then the conversation she’d had with Alana and her lack of sleep and concentration.
“So Alana shook you up that much?” Jenny asked.
“No. I was already distracted before she got a hold of me, Alana just added fuel to the flame. Do you think I could be going through early menopause? Confusion and inability to concentrate are two of the symptoms.”
Jenny rolled her eyes. “You know what it is, you just have a hard time facing that you met someone who makes you lose control.”
Layne thought back to the previous night and felt her pulse quicken.
“Sexually, you’re very compatible, but it’s outside of the bedroom that you’re worried about.”
Layne nodded as she stirred more cream into her coffee. “I like her, I really do, but I have got…” Layne lowered her voice as a group that looked as though they were dressed for church passed by. “I have sex on the brain.”
“Because you put the cart before the horse,” Jenny said with a wave of her hand. “Molly would totally disagree with what I’m about to say, but get it out of your system. I say screw each other silly until you both calm down, then sort out the rest.”
Layne raised her cup. “I like that notion.”
“But?”
Layne opened her eyes wide. “But what?”
Jenny grinned as she waited.
“Okay.” Layne set her cup down. “I worry that’s all I want from her. She’s suffered a terrible loss in her life, and she’s admitted that she can’t get me out of her head, and it’s more than sex. I think she’s looking for more, and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to deliver. She’s just getting on her feet, and I don’t want to knock her back down.”
“So you care if she gets hurt?”
“Drink your coffee, Jen. I know that’s what I just said, maybe not in those words.”
“My point, smart-ass, is you already care about her feelings. Tell me what else you like about her outside of the bedroom.”
“She has a great sense of humor,” Layne said with a smile. “She makes me feel calm. I know that sounds funny since she also makes me lose my mind, but when I’m with her…I just feel…content. She makes me feel like…I’m the only thing that matters in her world.” Layne waved a hand as she thought. “She’s intelligent and so damn thoughtful.”
“Sounds like a great catch to me. Now tell me what you don’t like.”
Layne chewed her lip and stared out the window. “She has no life plan. Not interested in buying a house, not concerned about her career. I mean, what kind of retirement plan does a bartender have? And she rides a motorcycle. That’s her mode of transportation.”
“She’s so not like Olivia,” Jenny said and raised a brow. “Did she make you feel content?”
Layne rolled her eyes. “I’m being materialistic again.”
“No, you’re not. You know what? No one wants to be in a relationship with a bum. Have you ever heard anyone say, my idea of the ideal mate is someone who can’t hold a job, lays on the couch all day eating potato chips, and trashes the house while I’m out trying to make enough money to pay the bills and keep Fritos in the pantry?”
“Stacy’s not a bum,” Layne said with her brow furrowed. “She has a job, and she’s looking for her own place. And when I got back from Seattle, she had cooked for me and delivered it to the house. You ought to see what she’s done in my yard.”
Jenny rubbed her hands together as the server began filling the table with food, and Layne glared at her, realizing what Jenny had done. When the server walked away, Layne said, “I get it. Stacy and I have two different definitions of success.”
“I’m fucking brilliant. No one thinks I pay attention unless there’s food involved.” Jenny pushed the whipped cream aside and poured syrup over her pancakes. “Did you notice that I didn’t put anything into my coffee?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“This is why.” Jenny scooped the whipped cream up with a spoon and stirred it into her cup. “Cream and sugar in one shot, and it makes the coffee so much smoother.”
“That’s brilliant, Einstein.”
“Yes, it is. I’m fucking brilliant. So listen to me when I say, stop trying to fit Stacy into your mold and let her be who she is. Because hearing you talk tells me she’s worth the effort. I don’t care if she’s a rodeo clown and rides a tricycle. As long as she makes you happy, that’s all that really matters.”
“You make a good point,” Layne said as she cut into her pancakes. But in her mind, it just wasn’t that simple.
“Now let’s talk about Ronnie. Molly is convinced that she’s still torn up over Stacy. I think part of her is. She did like Stacy after all, but more than that, I think it’s her pride that’s truly wounded. She’s already been on two dates, but here’s the clincher. It was with the same woman, and they haven’t slept together. Maybe all of this has taught her a lesson. So well-intentioned as my beloved is, don’t let her scare you away from Stacy.” Jenny pointed a finger at Layne. “That’s the word with the bark on it because I’m fucking brilliant…and I also told Mol I was going to tell you all of this. Not the word and bark part. We’ll keep that between us because I’m also fucking henpecked.”
Chapter 25
Stacy stood on the porch grinning from ear to ear with a backpack slung over her shoulder when Layne opened the door. She pulled her sunglasses off her eyes, sweeping over Layne from head to toe. “You look…delicious.”
Layne opened the door wide and stepped back to let Stacy in. “Funny, I was thinking the same about you. I didn’t cook anything. I was thinking about taking you out.”
Stacy closed the door and kissed Layne on the mouth. “I was just thinking about taking you but not to dinner.”
Layne moaned as Stacy kissed the side of her neck. “Suddenly, I’m not so hungry anymore.”
“You will be later.” Stacy smiled and took Layne by the hand. Layne felt her pulse quicken and parts of her body come alive as she followed.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Oh, you’ll see.” Stacy tossed the bag on the bed and turned to Layne. “I like this shirt,” she said as she began to unbutton it.
Layne went for Stacy’s belt. “I like these jeans, they show off your butt.”
Stacy playfully swatted her hands away. “I call the shots today.” She slid the shirt off of Layne’s shoulders and breathed in deeply as she regarded the midnight blue bra. “Very sexy.” She lowered her head and kissed Layne’s chest as she unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor. “What kind of toys do you enjoy?” Stacy asked as she unfastened Layne’s shorts.
Layne’s blood pressure spiked as she looked at the bag on her bed. She kicked at her shorts as they landed around her ankles. Stacy knelt and slid her underwear down. Layne sighed as Stacy kissed the tops of her thighs. “I think I’m going to enjoy anything you have in mind.”
“Good answer.” Stacy stood and pushed Layne onto the bed. Layne reached for her, but Stacy pushed her hands away. “I want you to lay right here and wonder what I’m about to do to you. Close your eyes and think about that, and don’t open them until I tell you to.”
Layne smiled as she closed her eyes. “And if I don’t obey?”
“Oh, we’ll both be very sorry,” Stacy said against the skin of Layne’s stomach before she kissed her there. “You know I can be a stickler for the rules.”
Layne kept her eyes closed and heard the click of the bathroom door as it shut. So many possibilities raced through her mind. She didn’t have to touch herself to know that she’d already grown incredibly wet. Stacy turned her on like no other. She constantly intrigued her, challenged her to relax in ways she never considered. Layne jumped when she felt Stacy’s hands slip beneath her knees, so deep in thought she never heard her come out of the bathroom. Stacy pulled her to the edge of the bed, and Layne inhaled sharply when she felt Stacy’s mouth on her.
Stacy took her time teasing Layne with every stroke of her tongue. She enjoyed the feel of Layne’s legs over her shoulders and the way Layne would dig her heels lightly into her back, urging her to prolong the contact that would send Layne over the edge. Layne began to thrust her hips more urgently, and Stacy stopped the sweet torture. She smiled at the small groan of frustration that Layne released when she pulled away completely.
Stacy walked around the bed and put her hands beneath Layne’s shoulders. “Keep your eyes closed. I want you right here,” she said as she tugged Layne across the bed. She watched the rapid rise and fall of Layne’s chest as she climbed onto the bed between Layne’s legs. She balanced the weight of her upper body on one hand while with the other she slipped the tip of the dildo through Layne’s wetness. “Is this okay?”
Layne gasped as she pushed against her opening. “Yes.” She squeezed Stacy’s bicep as she wrapped her legs around Stacy’s waist.
Stacy thrust slowly, feeling more of the dildo slip into Layne. She repositioned, settling her weight onto her elbows as her hips did the work. “Open your eyes.” Layne bit her lip and gazed up at her. “I want to be able to kiss and hold you while I make you come.”
Layne smiled slightly. “I love it.” She gasped again as Stacy began to thrust deeper.
Stacy put her mouth against Layne’s ear. “I can feel the resistance, and I can feel how it slips deeper into you on each stroke.” Layne responded by digging her fingers into Stacy’s back. Stacy groaned when she felt every inch of the dildo slide into Layne. She continued to thrust slow and steady as Layne got used to it, allowing Layne’s hips to dictate the pace. Stacy kissed her, slipping her tongue deep into Layne’s mouth. Layne panted into the kiss as her hips began to move faster.
“Fu…fuck…fuck me, Stacy,” Layne rasped out against her lips.
The request shot through Stacy like a lightning bolt. The muscles in her stomach contracted forcefully; her hips responded, pushing hard and fast. Layne quickly came unraveled, begging her to stop and not to in the same breath. Stacy rolled, pulling Layne on top of her. The dildo slipped out, and both of them struggled to get it quickly back in place. Layne shuddered as she sat up. She pinched Stacy’s nipples, making her thrust harder.
Stacy hooked her legs around Layne’s and said, “Come to me,” between quick breaths. When Layne lay down on her, she gripped her shoulders, forcing Layne down while she pushed deeper. She felt Layne stiffen and heard two quick gasps against her ear. Layne held the rigid stance for what seemed like minutes, then inhaled loudly before releasing a broken cry. Stacy felt her own orgasm tear through her and released a shuddering groan as she held tightly to Layne.
“I’m going to have to start working out,” Layne said later when she caught her breath but still lay limply on Stacy.
Stacy grinned. “You just did. I’m more than happy to be your personal trainer.”
Layne sat up and ran her hands over Stacy’s sweating stomach. “Is this how you made all these muscles?”
“No, those exercises aren’t nearly as enjoyable.” Stacy thrust her hips infinitesimally, gauging Layne’s reaction. She felt arousal begin to stir quickly as she watched Layne’s eyelids flutter. Layne grazed her nipples with the backs of her fingertips. “You make me want to do this all night.”
Layne’s eyes were full of desire. “What do you get out of this?” She pushed down a little firmer.
“The base hits the perfect spot,” Stacy said with a grin, “and I haven’t even turned on the bullets yet.”
One of Layne’s brows shot up. “Bullets?”
“Sit back a little bit.” Stacy reached down and pushed the button on the top of two small vibrators. She pushed into Layne with a smile.
“Ah…those bullets.” Layne swiveled her hips. “How well do you feel them?”
Stacy groaned and closed her eyes. “Oh…very well.”
*******
Stacy took a sip of her wine and looked up at the night sky. “I love that you have a very private backyard.” The evening breeze cooled her heated skin as they sat out on the deck wearing nothing more than towels wrapped around their waists.
Layne took the last bite of her half a turkey sandwich that they’d split between them. She chewed slowly and sighed, after which she took Stacy’s glass and sipped from it. “Stay with me tonight.”
“You’re not exhausted?”
“Very, and I’d like to spend the rest of the evening curled up with you.”
Stacy smiled. “I’d like that very much.” Layne kissed her hand before pressing that glass back into it. “Do you have a lawn service?”
Layne yawned as she looked out over the yard. “It needs to be cut, doesn’t it?” She frowned at the weeds that had sprung up seemingly overnight. “I decided to do it myself and bought a mower, but I’ve been busy since I returned home.” She winked at Stacy.
“I’m off tomorrow. I’d be happy to do it. Your azaleas need to be pruned since they’ve bloomed out, probably wouldn’t take me two hours tops.”
