“I want you to stop being an idiot, Ingrid.”
“Don’t start that again. I told you—”
“No, you made a bunch of excuses and acted like a spoiled child. You had your chance, Ingrid, now it’s my turn to talk. I’m not an idiot. I know you need help. Professional help. God knows you’ve probably been suffering from PTSD half your life. There’s no shame in having problems, Ingrid. You’ve seen horrible things, and you never got – or, more likely, you never took the chance to work them out.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s some goddamn shrink going to say other than that I’m fucked up? I’m not paying for what I already know.”
“Shut up, Ingrid, I’m not done. All I’m saying is that if you made an effort to go get help and deal your problems, then I would stand by you. I would assist you through it. I’m not saying it’d be easy or even fast. But I like you, Ingrid. I like you a lot. And I think we would be good for each other.”
“You mean you would be good for me,” Ingrid said.
“Did I say that?” Adele asked rhetorically. “I meant what I said. This is a two-way street. But if you want to waste this opportunity then fine. I’ll respect your choice.”
“You don’t know what it means to stand by someone through something like that,” Ingrid said. “You don’t know what you’re promising.”
“How would you even know? You’re not the only one with bad memories, Ingrid. My mother was an alcoholic, but she got through it, and so did our relationship. Just like we can get through this if you’d let us.”
Ingrid was too afraid to say yes, so she said nothing. Her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure Adele could hear it.
Adele sighed, let down by Ingrid’s silence. “Okay, if that’s how you want it. Goodbye, Ingrid.” And, with that, she turned and left, shutting the door behind her.
Ingrid sat frozen for a second. Then she swore at her empty office and ran after Adele.
“Adele!” she called, as the other woman headed out the front doors. “Adele, wait!”
The redhead turned, her eyebrows raised.
“I—” Ingrid huffed a little as she caught up, her exhausted body in no mood for running. “I’m sorry.”
Adele said nothing, but she didn’t leave either.
“I…” Ingrid couldn’t stop looking Adele. She’d hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the sight of her. “God, I missed you,” she blurted out.
“I know,” said Adele. “The whole office knows.”
“Do they?” Ingrid frowned. “I—no, whatever, that doesn't matter right now. You’re right. You’re right about everything.” Ingrid rubbed her arms with her hands as if she were cold. “I do need help. But I never…”
“Wanted to admit to weakness? Was too proud? Was a snob? Was afraid?” Adele offered.
“A combination of all of the above,” Ingrid replied. “But I want you. I mean, I want you in my life. It’s better with you in it. But it’s so much to ask—”
Adele stepped forward, playing with the wrinkled collar of Ingrid’s shirt. “But you didn’t ask, Ingrid. I offered.”
Ingrid laid her hand on Adele’s and nodded. “Please, don’t go,” she murmured.
Adele smiled a broad, happy smile that made the corners of her eyes crinkle. She came even closer, her nose brushing Ingrid’s cheek. “Then take me home, Ingrid,” she whispered into the other woman’s ear. Turning her head slightly, she pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin where Ingrid’s shoulder met her neck.
“God, I would love to,” said Ingrid, taking Adele by the hand. She didn’t bother going back to her office for her bag.
Ingrid felt oddly embarrassed as Adele walked into her apartment. She suddenly saw it for the mess it was: newspapers all over the table; empty takeout piled in the garbage bin; beer bottles in clumps at the foot of the sofa. Bringing women home to a pigsty didn’t usually bother her, but she suddenly felt the need to impress Adele. She didn’t want her to regret her choice.
“It’s not usually this messy,” Ingrid began lamely.
“It’s been a shitty week,” Adele agreed, turning to face Ingrid.
“You can say that again,” said Ingrid, her eyes caught by Adele’s lips. She looked up to see Adele watching her.
“Kiss me,” said Adele, her voice soft.
Ingrid did as she was told. Taking Adele’s face in both hands, she kissed her with a ferocity that took them both by surprise. Adele gripped Ingrid’s shirt in both hands, tugging it out of her jeans so that she could run her hands up Ingrid’s flat stomach. Her fingers were soft and warm, and when her thumbs brushed Ingrid’s nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, Ingrid moaned into Adele’s mouth.
Still kissing, they stumbled toward the bedroom, Ingrid pulling off Adele’s coat as they went. Neither were sure where the coat landed. Underneath, Adele was wearing another of her sheer summer dresses. Ingrid dragged it over Adele’s head, mussing her perfectly done hair, while Adele’s fingers undid the buttons of her shirt.
Ingrid sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on Adele’s hips. Adele’s body was so delicate and perfectly-made that Ingrid had the sudden ridiculous feeling she would break her. “You’re beautiful,” she told her.
“I know,” said Adele as, smiling, she ran her fingers from her collar bone, along with her toned stomach, to her yellow lace underwear. She tugged them off, kicking them into a corner and revealing a trim strip of red curls.
“And you’re a real redhead,” said Ingrid, as Adele climbed onto her, straddling her hips. Ingrid could feel herself growing wet, the hem of her jeans pressing against her in just the right way as she watched Adele’s breasts sway in front of her. Ingrid put her hands on Adele’s trim waist then slid them lower, grabbing the other woman firmly by the ass.
“Mmm, did you have doubts?” Adele asked, nipping at Ingrid’s ear and grinding her hips against the stiff fabric of Ingrid’s jeans. Ingrid reached around to undo Adele’s matching bra, throwing it in the vague direction of the panties. Still slightly unable to believe this was happening, Ingrid took one of Adele’s pale breasts in each hand, dipping her head to kiss one nipple, then the other, lightly flicking them with her tongue.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me just because I’m a yoga instructor, Ingrid. Fuck me already!” Adele grinned at the older woman and, leaning away, she arched her back and neck so that Ingrid could enjoy the full length of her torso. From the solid curve of her pale breasts with their rose-colored nipples pointing to the sky, to the beautiful slope of her hip bones as they dipped towards Ingrid’s body.
“Please,” Adele added in a breathy whisper, running her nails down the sensitive skin of Ingrid’s neck.
Finally realizing this was not a dream, Ingrid sprang into action. She flipped them over, tipping Adele on the bed. Pinning the other woman’s arms above her head with one hand, she kissed Adele with an unparalleled passion, her tongue demanding entrance. With her other hand, she fondled Adele’s breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingertips. She put one foot on the floor and braced her other knee to the bed, pressing her thigh between Adele’s legs. Adele immediately began rubbing herself against the hard muscle of Ingrid’s leg, putting pressure on her clit.
“You’re going to give yourself carpet burn like that,” Ingrid said. Letting go of Adele’s wrists, she lowered her mouth to her breasts, bringing one hard, eager nipple into her mouth then the other, swirling her tongue around them until Adele moaned, arching her back to give press herself deeper into Ingrid’s mouth. With one final flick of her tongue, Ingrid lowered herself to her knees, leaving one hand to play with Adele’s wet nipples.
Working her way from the outside in, she traced the folds of Adele’s pussy with a fingertip, following the bow-shaped lips from clit to taint and back again. “Please, Ingrid,” Adele moaned, her hands coming down to clench in Ingrid’s hair.
“Please what?” Ingrid asked, feigning ignorance. She focussed on the delicate skin of her lover
, lightly running her thumb over back and forth across Adele’s glistening clit.
“Lick me,” Adele whimpered, her hips inching towards Ingrid.
Ingrid looked up. “Is that what you want? You really have no patience for a meditation instructor.”
“Ingrid!”
With two fingers, Ingrid spread the folds of Adele’s pussy wide open and licked her from bottom to top, putting extra pressure on her clit.
Adele groaned.
Gently, Ingrid sucked on Adele’s swollen labia, drawing her lips and tongue over each of them as Adele moaned in ecstasy. Going back to her clit, Ingrid took the sensitive bulb delicately between her lips. As she sucked and licked it, she slid two fingers into Adele’s dripping entrance, curling them up to stroke her g-spot.
“Oh God, oh God,” Adele’s hips bucked and Ingrid brought her free hand down to pin them against the bed. Uncurling her two fingers, she began to pump them deep into her lover, still massaging her clit with her lips and tongue. Adele’s moans became screams, and she bit her lip to keep quiet. Ingrid could feel Adele’s walls tighten, getting ready to come, and she stopped, pulling her mouth and fingers away.
“What the—no!” Adele sat up. Her eyes were wide with horror; their pupils dilated with desire. “Ingrid, that’s not fair!”
Ingrid smiled, pressing a kiss to Adele’s thigh. She opened the bedside table drawer and drew out a double-ended dildo and a condom. Laying them on the bed, she reached for the buckle of her jeans, but Adele beat her to it. Eagerly, her flexible fingers undid the clasp and zipper and shoved the jeans to the floor, Ingrid’s wet panties going with them. Ingrid rolled the condom onto the dildo and placed one foot on the bed so that she could slide the bulb-shaped end into herself. Adele watched greedily, licking her lips as the thick, curved rod at the other end bounced and nodded.
Ingrid sat back on the edge of the bed and looked over her shoulder at Adele. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you, Adele? What are you doing all the way over there?”
The redhead grinned and eagerly clambered onto Ingrid’s lap again. Ingrid took Adele firmly by the hips, stopping her from taking the dildo in all at once. Instead, she lowered Adele onto the tip slowly, before raising her off.
“God, you’re a fucking tease, Ingrid,” Adele whimpered.
“You don’t like it?” Ingrid asked, lowering Adele onto the ridged head of the dildo again. Adele moaned in response, her nails making half-moons in Ingrid’s shoulders. Then she gasped as Ingrid brought her down fully.
“Oh, fuck,” Adele moaned. Still holding her by the hips, Ingrid let Adele set the pace, and the other woman rocked against the dildo, putting her hands on Ingrid’s knees and arching her back to get pressure on her clit as well. Adele’s breasts bounced as she thrust faster and faster making the other end moved in time, rubbing Ingrid’s g-spot as she clenched around it.
Ingrid grabbed Adele’s hair and drew her closer, arching Adele’s neck back so that she could run her tongue between the other woman’s breasts and up her neck. Adele moaned, her hips bucking wildly against Ingrid’s. Without warning, Ingrid spun them around, Adele landing on her back on the bed as Ingrid thrust into her, the double-ended dildo bringing them both to the brink of orgasm.
“Christ, Ingrid,” Adele gasped. “Please, please let me come this time. Jesus Christ!”
But Ingrid wasn’t finished. With a wicked smile, she pulled out again, to Adele’s utter horror. But the other woman didn’t have time to complain as she was flipped onto her front. Grabbing Adele by the hips again, Ingrid pulled her to her knees, bringing her ass up to meet the dildo’s dripping head. Using her thumbs, she spread Adele’s ass and buried the dildo back into her wet, willing folds. The redhead gasped in pleasure.
Ingrid kneaded the milky skin of Adele’s ass with both hands as the other woman moaned, rocking herself against the hard shaft of the dildo, pressing her ass against Ingrid’s stomach and thighs. Suddenly Adele straightened, arching her back and bracing her hands against the wall so that the dildo stroked her g-spot perfectly. “Hard,” she whispered.
Ingrid grinned. One hand tight on Adele’s hips, she buried the other in her red hair. Once, twice, she thrust in slow and completely, getting Adele used to the deeper penetration, until the other woman snapped, “I said hard, Ingrid!” With a smile, Ingrid drove the dildo in rough and fast, Adele’s ass coming flush against her own. She let go of Adele’s hair and took hold of her hips in both hands, thrusting into the other woman as hard and deep as she could, her pace growing frantic as Adele’s climax began to build for the third time. Adele’s ass slapped against Ingrid as her moans became screams again. This time she didn’t try to stay quiet, alternating between swearing and Ingrid’s name.
Ingrid could feel her own orgasm approaching as she watched Adele’s ass as it reared against her, her hips slamming into Ingrid’s in all-consuming desire. Ingrid slapped Adele’s ass, willing her to go deeper still. Adele’s response was immediate, and she swore again, frantically pumping up and down the dildo as she began to come. The frenzied thrusting of the dildo and the feeling of Adele’s hot juices dripping onto her thighs pushed Ingrid to her breaking point, and she leaned forward, wrapping her hands around Adele’s breasts as she too desperately sought release. “Fuck, fuck, shit!” swore Adele as they both came, their slick bodies shuddering against each other for what felt like an eternity.
“Oh, Christ,” Ingrid whispered when their orgasms finally faded. She leaned her head against Adele’s shoulder, kissing the other woman’s skin between gasps.
After a moment, Adele pulled away, turning to gently tug the dildo out of her lover. She pressed her lips to Ingrid’s stomach, then her collarbone, then her lips, winding her arms around Ingrid’s neck. Slowly, they fell back onto the bed, exhausted and wrapped in each other’s arms. Ingrid pushed Adele’s hair out of her face and kissed her forehead while the redhead laid feather light kisses along her collar bone.
“See?” said Adele. “I told you we’d be good for each other.”
Ingrid laughed, her body limp with the blissful release. For the first time in as long as she could remember she felt completely at peace.
The End.
I wanted to thank you for taking the time in reading Capturing the Night. We hoped you enjoyed reading this happily ever after story.
It brought me great joy to write this as I love writing stories that entertain readers and draws them into another world with characters you love and hate. They say great books are those that evoke emotion out of you and I hope that’s what it has done for you.
Thank you once again, and I’ll see you in the next one.
Born of Fire
A Bad Boy, Paranormal Romance
By Ruby Garrett
© Copyright 2016-2017 by Ruby Garrett
and Second Chances Press
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Chapter One
The tavern was shabby and rundown. A few lanterns scattered about the room cast long shadows on the stained walls. The air was thick with the smell of beer and sweat. The stranger who had just entered cast a cold eye around. There were a few patrons drinking, telling bawdy jokes and laughing uproariously, the sort of people that ordinary folk would go out of their way to avoid. This w
as a part of town well known for its criminal element. But they evinced little interest in the stranger who made his way to an empty table.
“What can I get for you, sir?” Eileen was a lovely young girl whose beauty seemed incongruous in these decrepit surroundings. Her blue eyes, golden hair, and voluptuous figure made her the cynosure of all the male eyes at the tavern. But beneath the sweetness was a toughness that enabled her to survive in this rough neighborhood.
The stranger looked at her briefly, then growled, “Some bread and a pint of ale.” He wore a cloak and hood which obscured his face. But there was something out of the ordinary about his deep voice. Eileen could make out intense brown eyes and the outline of a strong jaw.
“Certainly,” she said cheerfully, undeterred by his brusqueness. She returned shortly with his order. “Enjoy your meal, sir,” she said, and the stranger nodded in reply.
Two people, an old man, and a young boy had entered, and Eileen went over to take their order. The visitor observed the other patrons as he ate his food silently. There were three men at one table making lots of noise. They grew steadily drunker as the night wore on. Two were small and thin while the third was fat and large. All had scars on their faces and the sort of hard, mean eyes that suggested that they were accustomed to doing unpleasant things for a living.
One of them, a little ugly man with large ears, seized Eileen’s hand as she passed. “You’re a fine-looking wench, aren’t you? How about giving us a kiss?”
Eileen’s face twisted in anger. “If it’s a kiss you want, you can go to the brothel down the street. And my looks aren’t for you. Now let go of my hand before I break yours.”
The others hooted with laughter. “Ooh, she told you, Angus,” said the fat one, wiping tears from his face.
Angus’ face reddened with anger. “You have a sharp tongue for such a small filly. Come on, give us a little sugar.” He reached out and grabbed one of her full breasts. Eileen seized his wrist and twisted it painfully. Angus howled in pain and released her hand. Grabbing his neck, Eileen smashed his head against the table.
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