Winds Of Fortune Part 32

Nita covered Deo's hands with hers and rocked back, forcing Deo even deeper. Then she slid forward, and back again. Once, twice, faster, and then faster until her hips were a blur and her breath rushed out in broken sobs. Her fi ngers linked with Deo's as white heat fi lled her belly, then her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and fi nally exploded deep inside her. Her head fell back and she screamed wordlessly.

Feeling as if her chest might implode, Deo jerked upright and wrapped Nita in her arms, half sitting as Nita whimpered and trembled in her lap. Before Nita stopped coming, Deo carefully guided her sideways and onto her back, following her until she was between her legs and still inside her. Burying her face against Nita's neck, she struggled to hold still until Nita caught her breath.

"Nita," Deo groaned, "Nita, I have to f.u.c.k you. Please, please can I?"

Nita fi sted Deo's hair in both hands and weakly wrapped her legs around the backs of Deo's thighs. "Come inside me. I want you to come inside me."

Deo bit down on Nita's neck as she eased out an inch, then sank into her again, out an inch, in again, then two, then three, then more until she was pulling all the way out and driving back in with every stroke. Nita raked her nails down Deo's back as Deo's thrusts grew erratic and her breathing frantic.

"Come, baby," Nita murmured, stroking Deo's sweat soaked back.

"Come inside me. Come hard."

Deo pushed up on both arms as she pumped down with her hips.

Then she threw her head back and cried out, her eyes wide and blind with pleasure.

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Winds of Fortune Nita stopped breathing, paralyzed with wonder. She'd never seen anything as beautiful in her life. When she tightened her legs and pulled Deo into her as far as she could, the sudden unexpected pressure forced her into another o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Don't you move," Nita gasped as Deo collapsed on top of her.

"Don't you dare move. I'm still coming."

"Can't," Deo mumbled, her head pillowed on Nita shoulder. "I'm wasted."

"That's good. That's just really good." Nita laughed and stroked Deo's hair. "You sleep now baby."

Nita lay very still, listening to the angry world outside and the steady, comforting sound of Deo's even breathing. When her muscles fi nally relaxed, she let Deo slip out of her and eased Deo onto her side.

Deo muttered a faint protest but didn't move as Nita carefully untangled her so she could sleep comfortably. Then she curled up in Deo's arms and closed her eyes, satisfi ed and unafraid.

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Winds of Fortune

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.

Tory sat up on the sofa, alert to the sound of quiet footsteps on the deck. A shadow moved across the gla.s.s doors, and she heard the quiet snick of a lock sliding open. The restless unease that was always with her when Reese was away disappeared instantly.

"I'm here, darling," Tory called softly. There was enough light from the almost-dawn that she didn't bother to turn on the nearby lamp.

"Why aren't you upstairs in bed?" Reese asked, her voice sounding hoa.r.s.e as she settled onto the couch next to Tory. She pulled off her tie and tossed it onto the end table, then loosened her gun belt and laid it carefully by her side.

"Because you're not there." Tory leaned her cheek against Reese's shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Have you been out all night?"

"Most of it." Reese sighed and leaned her head back. "We're going to get hit, Tor. With high winds and storm surge at the very least."

"When?"

"Late tomorrow and on into the night, probably." Reese stroked Tory's arm. "Did you hear from Kate?"

"They made it to Cath's about midnight. Traffi c was backed up everywhere. The baby was asleep."

"Mmm."

Realizing that Reese was nearly asleep, too, Tory lifted Reese's legs and guided her down until she was stretched out on her back. After retrieving Reese's holster and placing it on the nearby table, she unlaced her shoes and dropped them on the fl oor.

"Can't sleep now," Reese muttered.

"Yes you can." Tory curled up beside her, draping her body over Reese's, and closed her eyes. Reese was rumpled and tired and barely * 229 *

RADCLY fFE present, but she was warm and her body was solid and her heartbeat steady. She was everything Tory needed to anchor her in the coming storm.

y Nita heard the shower running and checked the clock. Just after six a.m. She stretched and the muscles in her inner thighs protested.

Smiling, she thought about why she was sore, and the memory of straddling Deo's tight, narrow hips while she rode the thick length of her made her clench inside. Tossing the covers aside, she rose quickly and hurried into the bathroom.

"Morning," Nita said, slipping into the shower next to Deo. She wrapped both arms around Deo's waist and kissed her.

"Sorry," Deo murmured after a minute. "I was trying not to wake you."

"That's all right." Nita smoothed her hands over Deo's shoulders and down her arms. "I need to call Tory. I have a feeling we're going to be running the clinic twenty-four hours a day from now until this is over."

"How are you feeling?" Deo soaped her hands and caressed Nita's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, giving a low growl of approval as Nita's nipples hardened into dark pebbles against her palms.

Nita caught her breath sharply. "I woke up thinking about you inside me."

"I woke up wanting to come inside you again."

"Handy," Nita whispered, her eyelids fl ickering as Deo played with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Are you going to let me?" Deo skimmed one hand down Nita's belly until her fi ngertips touched the soft triangle with the diamond-hard center nestled between her legs. Then she circled slowly and pressed.

Nita whimpered and let her head fall back against the shower wall.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good."

"To me too." Deo's breathing kicked up a notch. "You didn't answer."

"What was the question?"

Deo slid a fi nger inside her. "Whether you were going to let me come inside you again."

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Winds of Fortune "Oh yes. Yes. As often as you like."

"I'm going to make you come now."

"I know."

"You know why?" Deo murmured, kissing Nita slowly.

Nita shook her head, her eyes closed, pelvis lifting to take Deo deeper.

"Because I love to make you come, and you know it."

Nita forced her eyes open. Deo was very close, her dark eyes black, all pupil. She was staring so intently Nita could feel the heat on the backs of her eyelids. Deep inside her o.r.g.a.s.m unfurled and spread, powerful wings beating against the heavy air of her desire. "Is it really so simple?"

"No." Deo added another fi nger, then another, and another. She barely managed to get her arm around Nita's waist as Nita's legs gave out. Still, she held her gaze as Nita trembled on the brink of o.r.g.a.s.m.

"It's not simple at all."

"Don't let me fall."

"No, no I won't." Deo slipped her tongue deep into Nita's mouth and Nita came.

y "You and my dad should leave this morning," Bri said, yanking on her uniform pants. She shoved in her s.h.i.+rt and hastily threaded her belt through the loops. Carre sat on the edge of the bed watching her, and Bri could feel her bristling from across the room. Without meeting her eyes, she repeated what she'd been saying since the night before. "It's not safe here, babe, and I'm going to be out on patrol pretty much all the time from now on."

"I can take care of myself, Bri," Carre said. "You don't have to worry."

"But I will." Bri leaned her shoulders back against the wall and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "My dad just got out of the hospital."

"I know, baby, and that's one reason I'm staying. You know he's not going to leave." Caroline crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Bri's shoulders. "When you go in today, I'll head over to Nelson's. We'll be fi ne."

"If you'd just go inland, I wouldn't have to worry," Bri said, afraid * 231 *

RADCLY fFE she sounded like she was whining. In fact, she was pretty sure she was whining.

"What are you scared about, baby," Carre said gently.

Bri shook her head.

Carre b.u.mped her pelvis into Bri's and bit her lightly on the tip of her chin. "Say."

"Cut it out," Bri said grumpily.

"Nuh-uh." Carre nibbled on Bri's lower lip. When Bri cupped her b.u.t.t, she smiled. "Better. But you still have to talk."

Bri growled and skimmed her hand under the back of Caroline's T-s.h.i.+rt.

"We're not having s.e.x," Carre whispered, kissing the corner of Bri's mouth. "We're just having a moment."

"Thirty seconds will do it."

"Yeah," Carre said breathily, "maybe. But you're not getting thirty seconds. Not unless you tell me what you're scared of."

"A couple weeks ago, I thought my dad was going to die," Bri said so quietly Carre could barely hear her.

Carre grew very still, holding Bri. Waiting.

Bri took a shaky breath. "That was really scary."

"I know, baby."

"No, you don't know what I mean." Bri cupped Carre's face. "I love my dad, I do. But you...with you it's different. I won't be able to come take care of you if things get bad. If something happens to you because I'm not there, I'm going to lose it for good."

"Oh, baby, no," Carre whispered. She threaded her fi ngers into Bri's hair and caressed her neck. "I'm going to be fi ne, and you are going to do what you need to do, because people are depending on you. And because it's your responsibility and that's who you are." She kissed her softly. "Don't you think I'm afraid for you?"

"I'll be okay."

Carre smiled. "You expect me to trust you, but you have to trust me, too."

"Just be okay. Okay? Please."

"Promise. I love you."

Bri rested her forehead against Carre's and closed her eyes. "Me too. So bad."

"Got thirty seconds?"

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Winds of Fortune "I just got dressed." Bri said, sounding unconvincing.

"Okay. A minute and thirty seconds, then." Carre grabbed Bri's hand and pulled her toward the bed. "Get over here and give me something to think about until I see you again."

"Two minutes," Bri muttered, fumbling with her belt. "I've got at least two minutes."

y At the sound of a gunshot, Reese grabbed the marine next to her and dove for cover, scrambling with one hand for her weapon while s.h.i.+elding the body beneath her with her own. She swept the ground in front of her, and her right hand closed over the grip of her revolver.

"Keep your head down," Reese grunted, yanking her weapon free from its holster.

Tory clamped both hands around Reese's wrist. "Reese! Reese, we're safe. You're home. Reese!"

Forms took shape in the murky light. The desert, cold and black as death at midnight, blindingly bright and scorching in the light of day, faded from her mind's eye and Reese saw her living room, her kitchen, and beneath her, her wife. "Tory. G.o.d, Tory. Did I hurt you?"