“For your sake, I hope he’s everything you want from a partner.” I boosted Sarah’s hand to my mouth. “It makes life so much easier having someone who loves you by your side.”
Chapter Sixteen
Sarah fell against me. “I didn’t think we’d pull it off.”
“What? Christmas?” I steadied her in my arms.
“Getting them out of the house. Most of them at least.”
It was December twenty-seventh, and we’d finally managed to transport Rose, Troy, Helen, Dad, and Allen to Rose’s place. They were all still weak from the food poisoning, but I think the group wanted a change of scenery. And Rose had more spare bedrooms. Even Allen had a twin bed instead of a sofa.
Maddie, whose parents had finally arrived the night before, whisked Gabe to Vail. I was willing to wager by early morning, my stepbrother would be on the ski slopes. He always seemed to have a reserve of energy when fun was to be had. Or possibly he didn’t eat as many shrimp. And, Gabe had a lot to live for at the moment, while Peter didn’t.
The only family members, besides the twins, under our roof were Peter and Demi. Peter was zonked out in the guest bedroom, wearing Gabe’s pajamas. I wasn’t sure he knew that tidbit. Demi was in a crib in the nursery.
“Everyone’s asleep.” I brushed Sarah’s hair off her forehead and placed a tender kiss above her right eyebrow.
“Dead to the world,” she mumbled into my sweater.
“We should get some rest.”
Sarah nodded, kissing the side of my neck.
“If you keep that up, we won’t actually get any rest.”
“And that would be bad because…?” She nibbled on my earlobe before sticking her tongue in my ear.
My knees went weak. “Not bad. Simply pointing out the consequences of you doing this to me.”
“If I remember correctly, I owe you from Christmas morning and the rendezvous in the closet.”
My arms tightened around her. “I’d completely forgotten.”
“I always keep my promises.” Her hands were on my belt.
“One of the things I admire about you.” I walked backward to the edge of the bed, bringing Sarah with me.
“What else do you admire?”
I laughed. “Fishing for compliments? Really?”
She lowered my jeans just enough and reached into my panties, sliding her finger over my swollen lips. “Refusing me? Really?”
“Wouldn’t you prefer a list when I’m not distrac—”
Her finger delved inside me, briefly. After pulling out, she continued to undress me from the waist down. “You were saying?”
“I have absolutely no idea.”
“Just because you’re adorable, I won’t stop.” She yanked my top layers off in one motion, leaving only my bra in place. “I like it when you’re out of clean bras and have to wear one of mine.”
I glanced down at her lacy sugar plum push-up bra. “You like me in this?”
“I do.”
“We always buy you sexy things.”
She ran a finger down my stomach. “I’m more than willing to buy you lingerie if you’d wear it. This might happen more.” She nibbled on my bottom lip.
“I’d wear a cilice if that meant I’d get laid more.”
Sarah’s face pulled up, and she peered into my eyes. “A what?”
“You know, a hair shirt.”
She laughed, shoving me onto my back and climbing on top of me. “Only you would bring up a garment worn as a form of penance when your wife is getting ready to go down on you.” She cupped my cheek. “So fucking adorable.”
“Only you think that about me, for which I’m truly blessed.”
“Do you often talk to other women like this when being intimate?”
I closed one eye. “Let me think. I talk to a lot of people in my line of work.”
Sarah sunk her teeth into my neck. Reaching under me with one hand, she unhooked my bra.
“Not really a punishment.” I writhed underneath her.
She raked her nails down my front. “How’s this?”
“Fucking fantastic.”
Sarah dug her hip into my pussy. “And this?”
“A-mazing.”
She kissed me on the lips, hard, her tongue seeking mine.
Even after everything we’d been through over the years, I still craved the simplest of acts with Sarah. Like kissing. Which we continued to do for many minutes all the while her hip ground into me. I wrapped my right leg around her torso.
Sarah’s mouth trailed down my chin, past the nape of my neck, landing on my left nipple. Teasing it with gentle licks, she brought it to life, sucking the hardening nub into her mouth. My head sunk into the mattress. Her hands trailed up and down my body, eliciting a tingling expectation in every nerve ending.
She paid my other nipple some attention, biting it harder, causing me to twist even more with anticipation.
She continued her trek downward, peppering my sides and stomach with soft kisses and nips. She dipped her tongue into my belly button. Not staying for long.
Her mouth reached the speckling of pubic hair. “You haven’t shaved recently. I like it.”
“Glad my laziness has some benefits.”
She tasted my clit.
My hips lurched upward.
She moved onto my inner thigh. Licking. Biting. Back to licking.
Lifting my right leg onto her shoulder, she continued paying attention to the fleshy and most sensitive part of the thigh. “I’m loving the view.” She waggled her brows as her eyes devoured what I imagined was a glimmering pool of readiness for her.
“Mine’s pretty fucking fantastic as well.”
“I’m still clothed,” Sarah teased.
I tapped my forehead. “I have a very active imagination.”
Removing my leg from her, she hoisted her shirt off. “Does this match what you’re envisioning?”
“Close. For the top half.”
“Are you asking me to strip completely?”
“Do I have to verbalize the request?”
She smiled. “I think I’ll let you take them off after...” She left the rest unsaid.
“Deal.” I winked at her.
Sarah separated my swollen lips with a finger, not penetrating me quite yet. I wasn’t sure she planned to. She loved the challenge of getting me to come with only her mouth. Especially when we had plenty of time to enjoy each other.
Her face lowered closer and closer to my magic spot.
Once again, she tasted me, lapping my juices, slowly and seductively.
A tiny groan escaped me.
Sarah flicked my clit.
I arched my back ever so slightly.
She circled it, applying just the right amount of pressure as it continued to swell. Noticing, she sucked it into her mouth lustfully, before returning to her sensual flicks of her tongue.
My hands reached for the sides of her head, holding her in place. Not that she would pull away now. Sarah loved to tease, but she was never cruel enough to yank me out of the moment entirely.
The closer I got, the more she amped up her efforts.
She slipped a finger inside, quickly adding a second.
My back arched further, and my breathing quickened.
Sarah’s attention to my clit intensified as she drove deep inside.
“Oh, Sarah... Don’t stop.”
She didn’t. The opposite exactly, shoving deep inside and pulling her fingers upward, hitting the right spot, spilling me over to bliss.
My entire body trembled.
My legs tightened around her.
My fingers dug into the sides of her head.
“Jesus!” I whispered.
Sarah stilled her tongue and fingers, letting the crest of orgasm rip through my body.
Several spasms later, I pulled her up into my arms. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“So you tell me. Usually after I get you to come.”
“I think it’s good
to let you know how much I love this. You. Did I mention this?” My body quaked again.
She snuggled into my chest. “This is the best way to celebrate the holidays.”
“Fucking?”
“Yes.”
I started to laugh, but our doorbell rang followed by someone banging a fist on the front door. “What the…?” I conferred with the clock, and it was well after ten at night. “That better not be a Petrie.” I leapt out of bed and pulled on a bathrobe. “Stay here.”
“No way.” Sarah yanked on her sweater.
We bounded down the stairs quickly before the commotion woke the kids and Peter.
When I swung the door open, I spied a police officer and two gentlemen in suits.
“Is Peter Petrie here?”
“Yes,” I answered. “He’s my brother.”
“We have a warrant for his arrest.”
“What? Why? How?” My brain spluttered, and all I could think to say was, “He’s ill.” I added, “Food poisoning.”
“May we come in?” asked the younger one in a cheap brown suit.
I stared at him, unsure what to do or say. Was this some sick practical joke of Tie’s, or were they really police?
He said, “Please. It’ll be easier if you let us in.”
“Of course.” I waved them in. “Can you tell me what this is about?”
“Where is he, ma’am?” Brown Suit asked.
It seemed useless to try to be cagey considering I already confirmed Peter was in the house. “In the guest bedroom. Right at the top of the stairs.”
All three of them charged upstairs.
Sarah wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
Within minutes, the uniformed officer led Peter, still deathly pale and in pajamas and slippers, down the stairs. Upon further inspection, I spied handcuffs on his wrists.
Peter didn’t speak, but I said, “I’ll call Dad.”
“It’s freezing out. Can you let him put on a coat?” Sarah asked. “And proper shoes?”
The men relented.
While Sarah gathered the necessary items, I got on the phone with Dad.
The phone rang twice before I heard his gruff hello.
“Dad. It’s Lizzie. Peter’s just been arrested.”
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A WOMAN LOST SERIES
A Woman Lost
A Woman Ignored
A Family Woman
A Conflicted Woman
A Woman Loved
CONFESSIONS SERIES
Confessions from the Heart (Prequel)
Confessions from a Coffee Shop
Confessions from the Dark
THE CHOSEN ONE SERIES
The Chosen One
The Hidden One
THE MIRACLE GIRL SERIES
The Miracle Girl
The Fall Girl
GIRL LOVE HAPPENS
Girl Love Happens (Prequel)
Girl Love Happens: Season One
Girl Love Happens: Season Two
STANDALONE NOVELS
Marionette
Claudia Must Die
About the Author
TB Markinson is an American living in England. When she isn’t writing, she’s traveling the world, watching sports on the telly, visiting pubs, or reading. Not necessarily in that order.
Her novels have hit Amazon bestseller lists for lesbian fiction and lesbian romance. For a full listing of TB’s novels, please visit her Amazon page.
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Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Also By T.B. Markinson
About the Author
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