Private Dancer (14 page)

        
"Oh God..." The feel of Reece's lips brush against hers was too much.

        
"Truth."

        
"Do you want me to kiss you now?" She nipped at the quivering lip, feeling the nails dig harder into her arms.

        
"Oh please, yes."

        
Reece grabbed the back of the blonde's head and not too gently brought their lips together. The sound that came from Faith pushed Reece faster downhill. She wrapped her arm around the smaller body and lifted her onto her lap. Nipple brushed nipple and Faith felt faint. She whimpered into the ravishing mouth and got her tongue sucked in response. She felt a warm hand close around a breast and accidentally bit down on Reece's bottom lip. The boss growled and rubbed her thumb roughly over the nipple, making herself as hot as Faith, who was making such delicious sounds.
Oh my god! I'm sitting on her lap, topless, making out with her, and....
Faith stopped the hand that was making its way into her jeans. "Wait..."

        
Reece grunted and worked across her throat.

        
"Oh God.... No, Reece, stop."

        
She lifted her head and Faith nearly drowned in the depths of her eyes. Damn this was going to be hard. "Listen, I think we're getting ahead of ourselves." She ran her fingers through the dark hair and took a deep breath.
Okay, can't do that again.

        
"But I thought you wanted this. No. I know you want this. What's the problem?" Reece was very worked up and not in the mood for morals at the moment.

        
"Oh, I do, I do, but not so fast."
Idiot, just do it! Who cares about tomorrow.
She fought that inner voice down.
Ugh, shut up!

        
"Fast?" Reece was wound up. "This is not fast, this is painfully slow. C'mon, we both want this."
What the fuck? I'm begging now?
"You won't get a second chance."
There, that's more like it.

        
Her inner voice warned her, now she had no choice. Being drunk didn't help, otherwise a threat like that wouldn't take so long to penetrate. She found her hands pulling the tall woman closer to her.

        
"That's a good girl." Reece praised her choice. Their mouths resumed their fun and this time Faith had her hands wrapped around Reece's breasts as well. She felt like this was so perfect, it felt so right. When she tweaked both nipples the boss groaned, so she did it again. This was answered by a warm mouth covering her own nipple. "Reece! God that feels so good." And it did, she was drowning in new feeling.

        
In the bathroom, Cori was trying to figure out how long she had fallen asleep on the toilet. She wasn't even sure if she was awake right now. Aha, Reece's house, truth or dare, Faith.…
OMIGOD! Faith!
She ran out into the living room and stood rooted to the spot.
Déjà vu.
Faith had her head thrown back, her legs wrapped around Reece's middle, and her hands tangled up in long black hair pressing the head closer to her chest.
Sooo, I do what? Tell them to stop? Let them go on? Risk Reece's temper? Shit.

        
Reece never felt so perfectly aroused before. This was all new to her. She swore Faith's skin burned her mouth. She tasted so good. She felt like this was what she needed to be doing right now and forever. She needed to satisfy this woman and not just herself. Faith grabbed her shoulder and dug in, Reece needed more and lowered Faith on her back and started licking and kissing every inch of her throat. The smaller woman's hips started to move against her, digging her heels into her lower back. Reece moaned and bit a hipbone. Faith clutched at the strong shoulders desperately, never having felt anything like this in her life, afraid if she let go it would all go away.

        
Knowing where this was going, and what Faith really wanted, was tearing Cori apart. She wanted nothing more than those two to live happily ever after together, but she also knew that it was the farthest thing from Reece's mind. She knew Faith wanted a "relationship" and not a one-night stand or a few nights as a fuck toy.
But look at them! I've never seen Reece so attentive, almost gentle, and Faith… God she's hot. She needs this, I can't just stop them.

        
"Oh God, Reece, I want..."

        
Reece slid up the writhing body underneath her and gently pushed their hips together. "What do you want, Faith? Do you want me to fuck you? Huh? Is that what you want?" Reece was ready to blow.

        
"No, I don't." The smaller body tensed.

        
"Mmm, right, then what do you want me to do...to you?" She was hopelessly lost in the smell of the blonde's skin.

        
"I want you to get up." Faith was suddenly dead sober, realizing that when Reece said fuck, she meant fuck. Faith wanted more. She slid out from underneath.

        
"What? You're serious? But I thought..." Reece sat up, confused and with fire in her eyes.

        
"Yeah, me too, but not like this." Faith blew out a frustrated breath. "Reece, God knows I want you, but I don't want to get fucked, and that's where it was going. I can get that anywhere. And so can you." She sat up, too, and took Reece's hand.

        
Reece jerked her hand away.
What the fuck? Damned if I'm begging for it! Her pussy ain't gold!
She looked to Cori for an answer, who just shrugged.

        
Breathing heavily and very, very agitated, Reece stood up. "Well, thank you for a pleasurable evening, ladies. I hope you're both satisfied with yourselves. I am
not
to be played with again!" and she stormed off up the stairs.

        
*  

        
By now you would think they had grown accustomed to a slamming door, yet they winced hard at the sound.

        
"Oh shit, Faith, you really blew it big time. I left you alone for five freaken minutes! Just what the hell did you say to her?" The tone Cori used even bothered herself

        
"Not now, Cor." Faith was putting on her clothes and fighting back the tears. "Please."

        
"What happened? That's all I want to know."

        
"Everything happened, Cori. Now please, I'm going home." Tears were running down her face despite her great efforts.

        
"Hon, no, stop it." She tried to grab the blonde but she shrugged her off and left.

        
"Great!" she shouted to no one. "Fine! Leave me here with my tits hanging out and Mr. Fucking Rogers upstairs. Argh!"

        
Cori put her shirt back on and glanced up the stairs. She could hear the sounds of Reece's boots clomping heavily upstairs on the hardwood floor.
That means she's pacing and that's not a good sign.
A curse, a muted crash, then another, much louder curse followed.
That's an even worse sign,
she thought. The dancer grabbed her jacket and toyed with the idea of slipping out quietly. She was preparing to do so when the bedroom door slammed open and a very upset woman came tearing down the stairs and directly into the kitchen.

        
"Do you
believe
that woman? What the fuck was I
thinking
?!" Reece was livid.

        
Cori was scared. She heard all the whispers and rumors of Reece's violent tendencies. If she chose to believe them, she'd fear for her life. When Reece lost her temper, sometimes people lost their lives.

        
"I went along with your
stupid
game, and her
fucking
game...." She grabbed a towel and emptied the ice tray into it. "For what? Don't bother answering, I'll tell you...
for dick
!"

        
Despite being petrified, the dancer took the towel full of ice from her and put it in a big baggie. "Here, so it doesn't drip when it melts."

        
The tall woman just stared at her and breathed heavily.

        
Thinking she was expected to respond, Cori added, "Tyson and Holyfield don't like their makeup to run," as an explanation.

        
"You know, this was
your
idea wasn't it? To get her into my house...and bed..."

        
"Boss, you don't underst..."

        
"
Shut up
and listen! Wasn't it?" Cori backed into the counter. "I know it was. I
heard
you. I was sitting on the stairs!" The dancer cringed. "Oh, and you girls probably giggled about it too." She affected a high pitched voice. "Ooo, let's go to Reece's house and tease her mercilessly. Let's see how long it takes before she blows…hee hee hee." She started to advance on the dancer.

        
"It wasn't supposed to be like that. I swear." Cori put her hands up in reflex as Reece got closer. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're unreasonably angry..."

        
Reece snatched the ice bag and held it to her left hand; her eyes widened on contact. "I'm unreasonably angry? The girl has been wanting me since she laid eyes on me. You saw it! Then tell me,
friend
, what the fuck happened tonight? I
know
the girl wants to fuck me, I could smell her from across the room! What then? How come she sits there all tits to the wind, telling me how she wants it, kissing me like she was.…
Touching
me!
Huh
? Tell me!"

        
The smaller woman was getting angry herself.
We didn't plan this.
God knows what transpired in the time she went to the bathroom. She put her hands on the shoulders that were invading her space. The raging woman leaned threateningly into her, ignoring the sign of discomfort.

        
"Get off me, Reece."

        
"Little Miss Romance needs a relationship. Pity her because no one wants to touch her. What did you tell her? Did you tell her I was a pussycat again? Stroke me and I'll purr? Or did you tell her I'll respect her in the morning? Both of them are lies." She inspected the damage to her hand, giving Cori full view of what she'd done.

        
"Don't be an asshole. You know you don't mean that last thing." She gently took the injured hand into hers and saw the force behind such a fist. "You probably don't mean half of what you're saying now. Jesus, what the hell did you hit?" The skin between each finger was split. Probably on impact.

        
"Well, she should be lucky it wasn't her."

        
"You are some piece of work. You are only irrationally pissed because she turned you down. Admit it, little Faith turned big bad Reece down and you hurt your goddamned ego. And your hand."

        
"Fuck you, Cori. That isn't the problem and you know it. I can get laid anytime I want. Someone says no...I move on, no harm done."

        
"And your point is?"

        
Reece shoved the dancer into the counter and growled. "My
point
is…she's...she...fucking forget it. It's your problem now. You deal with Miss Green Eyed Perfect For Me Hardbody." She let go of Cori and started for the front door.

        
"So this is all my fault how?"

        
"
You
picked her up, telling some sob story about a hard life. Ha! I'll show you hard! You fell for something, Cori. I want no part of it." And on cue, the door slammed, leaving Cori in tears.