Hart & Stocker

by Max Ellendale

  "A few." She pointed out a woman with an auburn bob talking to Jordan and Ainsley. "That's Eve."

  "I recognize her."

  "Her girlfriend is the redhead there." She gestured toward a tall, pretty woman with waist-length red hair. "Ciara."

  "You hooked up with her, too, didn't you?" I laughed and Dax smirked.

  "Years ago. How about you? Where are your badges of dishonor?"

  "Haven't seen any yet, including Kari."

  "She's probably at the inside bar. What's that countdown clock thing there?" She nodded toward a clock above the door that looked like a crosswalk sign where kids belonged at play.

  "Looks like it's counting down to eight at night. Probably when the kids have to leave."

  "Oh. That makes sense."

  Vee urged Finnley to the makeshift dance floor in the center of the room where a bunch of other children began to dance to a strange hip-hop song. As if they rehearsed it, they all moved in unison with popping chests and contorted legs.

  "That...is just strange," I said, laughing through it. "Do you dance like that?"

  "I don't dance. But if I did, it would not be that." She scrunched up her face then sipped her drink. "I'm starving. I'll grab us something," she said, nodding toward the barbeque. "What would you like?"

  "Um…a little of everything." I grinned and crossed my legs when she stood. "Thanks, honey."

  I watched the kids dance for a bit longer until a woman swept in to hug Vee from behind. The way she melted against her, and their sweet smiles that followed, made my heart happy to see other people joyful as well.

  Dax returned a few minutes later with two plates piled with all sorts of goodies, including hotdogs and burgers, salads, and fruit. We didn't waste a second before diving right in.

  By the time I was halfway through my burger, Kari appeared in the mix. She wore a rainbow skirt and high-top sneakers, but the rest of her appeared usual. Slight with fair hair, and the charming smile that made me cringe. I looked to Dax, and she scooted closer to me, urging her knee between my thighs again as we sat closer on the stools.

  "I got you," she said, running her finger down my cheek. "You're mine."

  "I'm happy to be yours." A swell of emotion squeezed my throat. "Please don't ever step out on me."

  "Willa." She set her fork down then took both of my hands in hers. "I'm not like that. I wouldn't do that to you."

  I nearly launched myself at her and she caught me in a hug. "I wouldn't do it to you either."

  "I know." She tucked my newly manicured hair behind my ears. I ran my fingers through her feathery layers and she smiled. "Take a deep breath."

  I listened to her, and drew in a breath. "I'm okay. You make me okay."

  "Safe with me." She repeated my mantra that I usually said to her. Her words dripped over me like the swell of a warm waterfall. It soothed me, calming my insides as I leaned in to meet her lips.

  "Safe with you," I whispered against her cheek when we parted.

  We returned to eating after that, and the kids began to fade away into the bar as it rolled closer to eight. Jordan and Ainsley sat beside us at the bar while Kari set up some sort of projection equipment with the help of a few other women. On a roll up screen, a slideshow began, indicating the anniversary of Wildrose. Pictures from the past decade at least filled the screen one after the other.

  Dax nudged me to turn around so that I could lean back against her and watch the slides while eating a hotdog. She rested her chin on my shoulder. Music continued to boom around us and after the kids faded, more patrons filled the patio. The volume of the place grew louder and drunkenness began to take hold.

  On the slide screen, a photo of women in police uniforms popped up. In the far right corner, I recognized Dax. Baby faced with her hair pulled back, she looked like a keen twenty-something.

  "Oh my God, look at you." I pointed and she nearly started when she saw herself. "A baby gay."

  "Gross." She screwed up her face. "I look so young."

  I swatted her arm. "It's not gross. You're cute."

  "Gah." She huffed and it made me laugh.

  "I'm probably not in any of them," I said.

  "Just one," said a familiar voice. I turned to see Kari approaching, and my stomach clenched when my desire to ignore her soared. "Hey, Willa."

  "Hey. How are you?" Why did I even ask that?

  "Doing good. Didn't think I'd see you here… Hey, Dax." Kari smirked and the two of them locked gazes for a tense moment.

  "Hey," was all Dax managed, her fingers digging into my sides.

  "Jordan and her coworkers convinced us," I said, stroking Dax's arm a bit to soothe both of us.

  "Well, glad you came." Kari folded her arms over her stomach. "So, how long have you two been together?"

  "A few months," answered Dax.

  "That's good. You both look great," she said, offering us a tense smile. "I'm going to check on Rita inside." She motioned over her shoulder. "Thanks for coming down."

  "Take care," I said, offering her a polite smile when she headed off.

  Dax brushed her lips over my cheek. "Not so bad, right?"

  "Safe with you." I leaned back to kiss her.

  "Always."

  On the drive home, Dax tugged me closer so that I could rest my head on her shoulder. My rear ended up on the center console between us with her jacket as a cushion.

  "Can I ask you a question?"

  "Sure."

  "Being bi, did people treat you badly? I mean, like in the community."

  "Sometimes. I got the standard 'pick a side' shit at one point. At first, it was more welcoming, but people like Kari who are cheaters no matter what their orientation, give bisexual people a bad name, when really, it's just her."

  "She really did kind of tarnish things for folks."

  "Yeah. In general, I got some shit, but not often. I love who I love. Most of us do. And it's never a perfect fifty-fifty ratio. I prefer women mostly, though I've been with a few men who I've found attractive. Everyone is different." She shrugged and draped her arm over my shoulder in a seatbelt style hug.

  "I can understand that." I nuzzled her neck while listening to the tires on the pavement. "Glad we're off tomorrow."

  "Me too. I promised you something on this drive back."

  "Hmm?" I peeked up at her and she smiled. "What?"

  "Just something." Dax's fingers snaked down my stomach until she popped the button of my jeans. She wasted not a second before her hand fell to the space above my mound. "Am I going to find you wet?"

  "In thirty seconds you will." My breath hiccupped in my throat. "Don't crash us."

  "Oh, I won't. Open roads and cruise control help on this fancy car," she said, her fingers tickling down further. "How many times can I get you off in the next hour?"

  "Dax." My teeth chattered when I said her name and I hugged on to her arm. "What kind of game is this?"

  "Satiating your needs until I can give you what you want most." She nibbled my ear, her eyes on the road however. "I love your fetish."

  I squealed and squirmed a bit. "It's not a fetish."

  "It is." She laughed, the tips of her fingers brushing my clit. "You love when I go down on you and you love doing it to me."

  I covered my face and groaned. Just her talking about it made my panties damp. She noticed right away and dipped into me a bit.

  "All the evidence I need," she said, wiggling her fingers. "It's okay to love it."

  "I do." I bit my bottom lip as she stroked my clit. "Baby."

  "Hmm?" She snickered, nuzzling me while she kept her eyes on the road.

  Her movements on me showed no signs of slowing and the way she flicked my clit had me writhing in my seat. It hardly took any encouragement at all before I lost myself to her affections. I gasped as a deep, satisfying orgasm rocketed up my body. With my shoes long forgotten, I pulled my bare feet up on the seat and panted when she let me down gently.

  "Delicious," she said, as we rolled
toward a stop sign. "Now, get those pants off while we're paused."

  "What? In the car?" I asked, nearly breathless.

  "It's two in the morning and I'm a U.S. Marshal. No one will be pulling us over." She swatted my hip. "Pants off."

  "I can't believe I'm listening to you." I tugged my pants and panties down my legs, leaving me naked from the waist down with only the silky blouse to cover me. "I've never…"

  "Good." She bit my shoulder, slapped my thigh, then parted my legs roughly. "I've been wanting you for days."

  "Dax!" I gasped when she thrust her fingers inside me at the same time that she started driving again. "Don't crash. Oh!" I sucked in my breath, while clawing at the seat under me when she hit my sweet spot.

  "Keep counting. I bet I can get you off twenty times." Her voice dropped an octave, and rolled gutturally from her lips as her own arousal grew. "You're so wet."

  "I am." My toes curled and I came again, arching my back with it. The exposed position and the adrenaline of the situation had my heart racing as I gasped for breath. Dax's fingers explored my folds, slipping and sliding around me in an exploratory caress. The movements seemed to calm her, and she toyed with me while the quiet lull of the highway rocked us together.

  When she pinched my clit gently between her fingers, and stroked me up and down, I nearly screamed at the way she manipulated my sensitive organ. My nails dug into her arm and I cried out when I peaked, grinding my hips against her hand.

  "Three in less than ten minutes," she said, licking my shoulder. "I think I have a new favorite game."

  "Dax. My God." I moaned as she returned to long, slow strokes then lifted her hand to show me her glistening fingers.

  "Look what you did to me." Her body behind me grew so hot with energy that she seemed to vibrate. I'd never been so aroused and nervous at the same time. It drove this game forward and I urged her hand back between my thighs. "I knew you'd love it."

  "Yes." And with that, all of my inhibitions seemed to fade. My movements against her held no notion of modesty and her urging had me letting go of everything. It was no secret that I enjoyed sex so much, and I'd never met my match in that arena. I didn't expect Dax to, and it didn't stop me from loving her, but every time we connected, the intensity grew with it. She counted off softly in my ear every time I burst into an orgasm.

  "Good girl," she crooned, her breath hot against my ear. "I know what you like, Willa." Dax's words tumbled from her lips as if she could read my mind. "Because I like it, too."

  "I know you do." I gasped, reaching back to touch her face. "Let me."

  "When we get home, I'll let you." She swatted my inner thigh again. "Where's number six?"

  "Dax." I moaned when she plunged between my legs again, slipping two fingers deep inside me. I bucked my hips, gripping her wrist as a strangled cry left my throat when I came again.

  "Yum." She shuddered and I heard her breath hitch.

  For the next hour, she urged a dozen orgasms from me and snaps of insanity marred my consciousness. I'd never come like this before, and my pounding heart and growing fatigue had me sinking deeper into the seat. Only when I found myself aching for breath and shaking from head to toe did she slow down. I couldn't move my legs, and the way they twitched had an almost disturbing visual effect to it like stop-motion animation. Dax settled on cupping my pussy in a possessive grab, her teeth raking the nape of my neck as I found myself fading into the afterglow that pulled me into the lull of sleep.

  When I woke up, the softness of a mattress beneath me grew familiar. I opened my eyes to find Dax standing beside the bed, tugging her jeans down her hips. She smiled at me, silhouetted by the dim lights of the bedside lamp. I shifted my position, noting my nakedness after.

  "Did you carry me in here?" I asked, my voice raspy.

  "Yes. You're a lightweight." She ditched her bra, and I licked my lips while gazing at her. "Whatchu lookin' at?"

  "You." I propped my head up on my hand and smiled when she revealed her boyshorts. "You're so cute."

  "Uh huh." She climbed onto the bed, nudged me backward, then straddled my hips. "I'm not cute."

  "You're fucking adorable." I grabbed her hands when she made to tickle me and chuckled. "Got you."

  She fell forward, pinning my hands to the pillows. "Got you back," she said, her lips an inch from mine. "I made you come for an hour straight and you're looking delicious to me."

  I shuddered and squeezed my thighs together when she reignited the flames in my core. "I've never...not like that."

  "I know." Her lips claimed mine in an impassioned kiss. I writhed under her, my throbbing clit sensitive from all the attention. "Something tells me you've never been treated the way you need or enjoy."

  "Neither have you." I wiggled my fingers against her hands and she laced her fingers with mine. "Tell me what you want, Dax. How you want me to make you feel."

  Her words faded at my request and she settled on kissing my lips, down my neck, then back up again. I nibbled her bottom lip, and she met my gaze; her eyes tentative.

  "How about I show you how I feel about you?" I whispered, and she nodded faintly. I gave her hands a squeeze. "Switch with me."

  "Okay," she said, sliding from my body after kissing each of my nipples and releasing my hands. On the small bed, I had to sit on the edge so that she could lie on her back. Right away, in the vulnerable position, she held her hands up to me. I took them, noting the nervous shimmer in her gaze.

  I positioned myself over her, straddling her hips and lacing my fingers with hers as I leaned down to kiss her. Her arms trembled, though I moved our hands around to show her that she wasn't held down. I let go so that I could caress her cheeks in between kissing and nipping her. Her legs writhed under me, and her bare feet met my calves. I couldn't tell if she enjoyed this or squirmed out of discomfort until my mouth met her neck. A soft gasp parted her lips and I knew I was on the right track.

  "Like that?" I crooned, sliding down her body to focus on her pert nipples. She nodded, her eyes opening and closing slowly. "Good. Is this what you want, honey?"

  "Yes." She grabbed a handful of my hair, then ran her fingers through it so that the ends tickled her skin.

  "You like my hair on you." My gaze lingered on hers, and a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "I'm learning your secrets." I kissed the space below her navel as I gripped the thick elastic of her waistband. I made sure that my hair continued to hang forward and sweep across her skin.

  "Willa." She arched her back when I used my teeth to pull her panties down, revealing her soaked core. I urged them off her legs, then crawled back up her body to lie between them. Every inch of her, bare and exposed, set me on fire at first sight. Goosebumps coated her flesh and she whimpered softly.

  "I love you, Dax. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel." I kissed her clit, keeping my gaze on her as my hair cascaded over her hips. I reached my hand up to her chest, toying with her breasts and she hugged my arm.

  "I love you back." She cried out when I lapped at her core, taking her sweet nectar with my tongue. As if she'd been waiting for me forever, her whole body responded to my attentions. It took her all of a few seconds to come, and her nails dug into my arm. She heaved for breath and I rewarded her with kisses all over her pussy and inner thighs.

  "I owe you at least nineteen more." My voice sounded in a husky croon and she nodded, her entire being submitting to me in that moment like she hadn't before.

  I touched her everywhere, kissed her even more, and urged a series of rolling orgasms from her that I'd been craving for months. She finally let go, guiding me toward what she wanted and how she wanted it. With my fingers buried inside her, she clenched me as she came with my tongue lashing her clit. The sounds that left her, the way her body moved, told me to keep going. Sweat glistened across her torso and beaded her brow.

  My heart pounded in my ears as I laced my fingers with hers, and she came against my mouth in a final explosion that had her shoutin
g out her pleasure. Her legs trembled, her body twitched, and I let up on her only after she collapsed under me. I crawled up her body again, kissing my way from her pussy, over her belly, between her breasts, and back to her lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, cupping the back of my head as she sniffled. Emotion tightened my throat as I hugged her to me after we'd settled.

  "Like that," she whispered, her voice hitching at the end. "Always like that."

  "I love you so much." I stroked her cheek as our legs tangled together. "Today was a great day together."

  "It was. I love you." She leaned back to look at me, tears streaking her cheeks. A playful smirk met her lips soon after. "Ever used a strap-on?"

  "Nope." I laughed as I pressed my thumb to her lips. "I'm guessing that's our next adventure."

  "Oh yeah." She chuckled, taking my thumb between her teeth. "Just you wait."

  Chapter Seventeen

  That night unlocked a whole new comfort in our relationship and finally, Dax began to enjoy herself in a way that seemed both familiar and new. As promised, our next adventure entailed heading to a shop that sold sex toys just outside of Seattle. Picking out a fake penis to strap to my pelvis wasn't something I thought would happen, but it had.

  With our spoils in hand, we returned back to the farm on the sunny June Sunday. Instead of disappearing inside or into some work, Dax convinced me to go for a swim with her. Neither of us owned a bathing suit, so we both settled for sports bras and shorts.

  "We could tell Esteban to avoid coming over here and go skinny dipping," I teased while she floated on her back in the deep end of the pool. I swam gentle laps around her while enjoying the cool water.

  "He's still a man. He'll snoop. Skinny dipping is for night time." She flipped onto her stomach then swam to the water's edge to grab a sip of her iced tea from her glass on the table. When she pushed herself to sit, my eyes went right to her firm, round rear.