The after party continued into the wee hours of the morning. Joey lost track of how many women had ridden her tongue and how many times she’d climaxed. She was satiated and exhausted when she finally found a spot to fall asleep.
Chapter Six
Joey awoke the next morning and rolled over, finding herself next to a young brunette she didn’t recognize. She propped herself up on an elbow and looked over the group, searching for Amanda. She was horny and hoping for a little morning fun.
She saw Amanda three people over on the other side of Tiffany. The brunette rolled over to face Joey, who took a long look at her before deciding not to wake her. Instead, she crawled over to a pile of clothes and fished through them for hers. She dressed quickly and grabbed her phone from her pocket to text Jett and let her know they were alive.
She saw she had five texts from Brenda. Each one warned of the flooding in their community, and each one was direr than the one before. She’d been trying to reach Joey and Mel most of the night to have them help with sandbags to save some buildings.
“Shit,” Joey muttered. She gathered Mel’s clothes and stepped over bodies until she reached her. The sight of her best friend naked in the light of day made her uncomfortable, but she nudged her with a foot to wake her.
“Hey, Mel. Mel. Wake up.” She threw the clothes at her.
Mel opened an eye and seemed to realize she was naked as she scrambled to cover herself.
“What the fuck?”
“We’ve got to get going. Get dressed.”
Mel didn’t ask any questions, she simply put on her clothes. Joey stood with her back to Mel and surveyed the room. A slow smile spread across her face as memories of the previous night filled her.
She felt a hand on her ankle and looked down to see Tiffany looking at her. She opened her legs.
“Please?”
“I wish I could, sweetheart, but Mel and I have to hit the road. You might want to check in with someone in Maybon Tir. Apparently, there’s widespread flooding. You want us to check your grandma’s house?”
“It should be fine. It sits up high. Thanks, though.”
Joey just nodded as Mel joined her.
“I wish you two didn’t have to leave.” Tiffany lightly stroked between her legs.
“Me too,” Mel said. “Wait, why are we leaving?”
“Come on. I’ll explain in the car. See you back home, Tiffany.” Joey led Mel through the maze of bodies and out of the room. The house seemed eerily quiet, and Joey was happy to get outside.
“What’s going on?”
Joey told Mel about Brenda’s messages.
“Shit! I hope we’re not too late.”
“We’re not the only ones in town who can fill sandbags. We just need to get our asses back and help with whatever we can. I texted Brenda and let her know we’d be there in a couple of hours.”
The ride home was much more subdued, the sound of the wipers replacing the sound of the music blaring the day before.
“What do you think would have happened if we stayed?” Mel finally said.
“What do you mean?”
“In Santa Brigida. Do you think all that sex would have continued all day and night again?”
“Hard telling. Man, last night was something, though, right?”
“No doubt. That was mind blowing.”
Joey was lost in thought for a moment. “I wonder if Ms. Samantha Brewer’s ever done anything like that before.”
“How can you have her on the brain after having sex with God knows how many women last night?”
“I don’t know.” Joey shrugged. “She’s never far from my mind, for some reason.”
“Damn, I feel sorry for her if you ever really get to know her. If you’re this obsessed now.”
“I’m not obsessed.”
“No?”
“Whatever. She’s a hot woman and I want a shot at her.”
“Bullshit. She’s off limits and you won’t be told no.”
“That might be part of it.”
As they approached their exit, Joey texted Brenda to ask where they should meet.
“She says to meet her by the community church. Apparently, the river has overflowed and the water’s up to the church steps.”
Mel turned her car down Rio Street but quickly came to a stop as the road was now part of the rushing river.
“Shit. I can’t make it down this road.”
“Let’s go get the truck.”
Mel backed up and flipped a U-turn. She had just gotten out of the way when the now familiar Dodge Charger came barreling around the corner.
“What the fuck?” Joey spun in her seat in time to watch the car get washed down the street.
“Oh, shit! Call 911!” Joey jumped out of the car and ran as far as she could. She stopped briefly, mortified, as the nose of the car sank below the surface. Adrenaline driving her, Joey dove into the water and rode the current down to the car. She held on to the vehicle and looked through the driver’s window to see Samantha slumped over the steering wheel, blood pouring from her forehead.
Frantic, she pounded on the window to no avail. Samantha clearly couldn’t hear her. She tried the handle on the door, but it was locked. The car was sinking slowly, and Joey cautioned herself not to panic.
She needed something with which to break the window. A branch floated by, and she grabbed it, pummeling the window with the blunt end. It neither broke the window nor got Samantha’s attention.
“Damn it!” She let the current take the log away and treaded water, trying to come up with another plan. Finally, an idea came to her, and she swam to where the shore normally would be. Fighting the current, she dove down and felt along the bottom for a large rock that made up the embankment. She found one and, after surfacing to catch her breath, was able to dive again and dislodge it. She carried it to the surface and treaded water again, trying to even her breathing.
Finally ready, she held the rock under one arm and swam with powerful strokes out to the car. She steadied herself again and lifted the rock above her head and brought it down with all her strength. She thought she felt the window give but could see no evidence of it. She repeated her actions, again using all her strength to force the rock into the window. The window shattered and Joey continued to pound until it gave way. Joey quickly peeled the glass back and leaned in the car.
Water was rushing through the window as she struggled to unlock Samantha’s seat belt. She was tired and cold, and her fingers weren’t cooperating. The water was over Samantha’s chin before Joey finally got the belt unbuckled.
Joey managed to get Samantha out through the window, then used the lifeguard skills she’d learned years before to swim with Samantha to the shore. She carried her to the center of the road and was only then aware of the sound of sirens. She saw two ambulances and a fire truck parked by Mel’s car. Paramedics in wetsuits raced to them and put Samantha on a stretcher. As they wheeled her off, a second set approached.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” someone called.
She nodded as she remained sitting in the water in the middle of the street.
“We’ve got a stretcher for you.”
Joey shook her head.
“We can’t leave you here.” A woman offered her a hand up.
Joey stood and allowed another paramedic to wrap a blanket around her shoulders. She stared at the gurney.
“I don’t need that,” she said to the paramedics.
“Just let us check you out for hypothermia.”
“Seriously? It’s summer. It’s raining, but it’s warm out here. The river was cold, but I’m fine. I just need to get home.”
The two female paramedics had been with Joey in the past and knew better than to argue with her.
“Thanks for your help, but I’m good to go now,” she said before climbing into Mel’s car.
“You sure you’re okay?” Mel asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Good. Then I won’t
feel bad saying I’ll kill you if you ruin my upholstery.”
Joey laughed and stayed wrapped in the blanket for the drive home.
*
“Oh, shit! Did you text Brenda?” Joey called from her bedroom after her shower.
“Of course,” Mel said.
“Thanks.” Joey walked out dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. “I suppose we should go see what we can do to help, huh?”
“I think you’ve done enough, Wonder Woman.”
“Funny.”
“Seriously, you’re going to be so sore already. You don’t need any extra exertion.”
“If we need to help, we need to help. This is our town.”
“Brenda knows how to get in touch with us. She knows we’re here.”
“We can’t just sit here and listen to the rain.”
“What the hell is your problem? Just relax already.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I’m all keyed up.”
“I’m exhausted after last night, and I didn’t even dive into a rushing river to save a damsel in distress this morning. You’ve got to be fried.”
“I wonder how she’s doing.” Joey collapsed onto the couch next to Mel.
“Would you like to go check on her?”
“I don’t know.” Joey was torn. She didn’t want people to think she was just seeking glory, but she did want to know how Samantha was doing.
“Let’s go.” Mel stood. “We’re taking the truck. I’m not about to move my car again until this weather mellows out.”
Joey grabbed her keys, and they rushed out to the truck. The rain was still coming down hard and showed no signs of stopping. The water in the street in front of her house was now flowing with a decent current.
“You realize we’re nuts to be going anywhere,” Mel said. “Who knows if we’ll be able to get back home.”
“We’ll be fine,” Joey said as they drove off. “It can’t last forever.”
“It only has to last another day or so and our community will be under water.”
“You’re such an alarmist.”
“We’ll be like the lost city of Atlantis.”
“Yeah. That’s exactly how it’ll be.”
They drove to Somerset and pulled into the hospital parking lot. It, too, was like a large pond with standing water everywhere. They found a space near the front door next to Brenda’s car and waded inside, their feet soaked.
“We’re looking for a Samantha Brewer,” Joey told the woman at the desk.
“She was just brought in an hour or so ago,” Mel said.
“Brought in?” the woman asked.
“Yeah, by ambulance,” Joey said.
“You might try the ER,” the woman said. “It’s down the hall and to the right.”
They found Brenda in the waiting room of the emergency room.
“I would have thought you’d be in there with her,” Joey said as they sat down.
“Liz is closer to her, so she’s in there.”
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s going to be fine.”
“Then why the long face?” Mel asked.
Brenda looked from one to the other.
“There’s more involved.”
“Like what? You said she’ll be fine. What else is there to worry about?”
Before Brenda could answer, Liz walked into the waiting room, a huge smile on her face. She hugged Brenda as tears rolled down her face.
“Everything’s going to be all right,” she said.
Joey and Mel looked at each other, confused. They looked back to the others, just separating from their hug.
“What the hell’s going on?” Joey asked.
“The baby’s going to be fine,” Liz said.
“Baby?” Joey and Mel said in unison.
“I didn’t tell them,” Brenda said.
“Obviously,” Liz said.
“She’s four months pregnant,” Brenda said.
“Pregnant?” Joey was still trying to absorb the information.
“We told her it was you who saved her,” Liz said.
Joey felt claustrophobic. The desire to see Samantha was gone, replaced by a need to get as far away as possible. The last thing she wanted was to get involved on any level with a woman who was expecting. Babies were not her thing.
“Well, we just wanted to make sure she was going to make it,” she said. “I guess we’ll be heading home now.”
“I know she’d love to see you,” Liz said.
“That’s okay. We should get going.”
“What? We drove here in this weather and now you don’t want to see her?” Mel said. “Oh, no, you don’t. Get your ass in there now.”
“Come on,” Brenda said. “You started this whole obsession thing.”
“I’m not obsessed.”
“What’s the matter? A little baby has Joey Scarpetti scared?”
“I’m not scared.” Repulsed was more like it, but she didn’t feel like sharing that.
“Good, because I know Samantha would like to see you.”
“Great. Now she wants to see me when I have no desire to see her anymore.”
She followed Brenda down the hall to Samantha’s alcove in the Emergency Department.
“Look what floated in on the tide,” Brenda said.
Samantha’s face lit up at the sight of Joey. She ran her hands through her hair as if putting herself together.
Joey noticed nothing, however, save the slight belly bump under the blankets. How could she not have seen that before?
“You saved my life,” Samantha said.
“I couldn’t very well watch your car sink and not do anything about it.”
“You don’t have to be an ass about it.” Samantha’s smile faded.
“I’m sorry.” Joey was confused and uncomfortable. The discomfort of the baby warred with the attraction to the woman and left her lost. “I just, well, I guess I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, thank you for saving us.”
“You had me pretty scared. I couldn’t imagine losing you before I really got to know you.”
“There’s the Joey we all know and love,” Brenda said.
“Well, I’d like to make you dinner sometime soon to show my appreciation, if you don’t mind.”
“That’s really not necessary.”
“It may not be, but I’d like to.”
Joey looked into Samantha’s deep blue eyes and felt a definite stirring. She allowed her gaze to roam lower, over her full lips, down to her sizeable breasts and lower, where she stopped. And stared at her belly.
Samantha put her hands over her stomach.
“Thank you for saving her.”
“Her?”
“I don’t know that for sure, but I can just feel it.”
Joey only nodded, decidedly uncomfortable again.
“So what do you say about dinner? I should be moved into my new place in Maybon Tir by the first of the month. Will you come over?”
Joey was torn but felt her head nodding on its own. “Sure. That sounds great. Where will you be living?”
“I’m moving into Mildred Braun’s place.”
“You are?” She thought it odd that Tiffany hadn’t mentioned that.
“Escrow just closed. Anyway, Brenda has your number, so I’ll call you when I get all moved in, okay?”
An evening with Samantha sounded wonderful to Joey. An evening with Samantha and baby didn’t appeal quite as much.
“Sure,” she heard herself say.
“From what I’ve heard of Joey Scarpetti, I expected you to march in here all cocky and not let me forget you were the hero of the day. What’s going on with you?”
“She’s a little ill at ease over the baby.”
“Don’t worry,” Samantha said. “She’s not yours.”
Joey laughed, further charmed. The baby may have scared her, but the woman was appealing more to her as they spoke. “I w
as fairly certain of that.”
“So will you relax already?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good. Now I don’t mean to be a lousy hostess, but I’m tired and am going to nap for a bit until they kick me out of here.”
“Yeah, sure,” Joey said. “It was good seeing you. I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Thanks again for saving me.”
“No problem.”
“Liz and I’ll be in the waiting room when you wake up,” Brenda said.
They left Samantha to get some sleep and joined the others.
“How’s she doing?” Mel asked.
“She’s pregnant,” Joey said.
“Yeah, I got that. Outside of that?”
“She’s doing very well,” Brenda said. “That gash on her forehead was something, though, wasn’t it, Joey?”
“Gash?”
“You didn’t notice?”
“To be honest, I didn’t notice much except her belly.”
“I call bullshit,” Mel said.
“Okay, and maybe her eyes and her lips and her boobs,” Joey admitted.
“Yeah, maybe her boobs,” Mel repeated.
“She’s moving into Mildred’s place,” Joey told Mel.
“Where’s Tiffany going?”
“That’s a good question.”
“We’d better get home while we still can,” Mel said.
“With you here, who’s running the show in Maybon Tir?” Joey asked Brenda.
“Things are about as shored up as they’re going to get. All we can do now is hope for an end to the rain.”
“Are there any old timers we should check on?” Joey asked.
“They’ve all been accounted for or moved to safety, if necessary. You two just go home and stay out of trouble.”
Joey and Mel walked out to the truck.
“What are you going to do about your obsession now?” Mel asked.
“She’s still fucking hot. Except…”
“Yeah. How big is that ‘except’?”
“I don’t know, Mel. I honestly have no idea.”
Chapter Seven
The deluge continued through the weekend, and it took the whole next week for the jobsite to dry out enough for the crew to get back to work. The workers had finished pouring concrete for the playground and the toy shed and were taking their midmorning break when the Charger pulled up.
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