Chapter Eleven
Faye
Faye tried not to frown as she observed her reflection in the mirror.
She turned to the side, pulling the top of the waistband of her support lingerie above her belly button so it fit snug over her bag, hiding it.
The black lace ran like silk under her fingers, but it couldn’t completely distract from the bulge in her abdomen, no matter how many times she adjusted it.
She sighed, pulling at the material, even though there was nothing more she could do. It was hard to feel sexy in the underwear when she felt like a reject from the Bridget Jones franchise.
She turned away from the mirror and padded across the cool floor to the bed.
She lay back on the soft cotton and blew out a breath, finding a comfy position that didn’t push her bag against her abdomen.
Just relax. That was what her good friend Google said.
So, freshly showered, her skin smooth against the fresh sheets, she was ready.
Get comfortable. Think sexy thoughts.
Diana’s dark eyes flickered into her vision. No surprises there.
She stretched out her legs, spreading them like a stranded starfish.
It had taken a long time to heal after such invasive surgery…
Then a whole while longer to even think about anything sexual.
Not that she’d had a partner at the time or any hope for one.
Part of her had thought her clit might shrivel up and die from neglect.
But Sandy Springs had changed that. Diana Thompson had changed that. As soon as she’d slinked up to her table, wearing that sleek burnt-orange pantsuit, those inquisitive eyes combing her with confidence, her libido had jolted back to life.
She closed her eyes again, the memory of Diana’s gaze passing over her.
Flutters rippled across her clit, and she pressed against it with her fingers.
The way Diana looked at her made her forget all of her anxieties.
As though she wasn’t just the woman with the bag, but something else.
Something desirable. She wanted to focus on that as much as possible.
Now the bag was tucked away, hidden by the black lace, she pushed her fingers a little harder.
“Fuck,” she muttered, already feeling herself dampen through the material. Little sparks of pleasure fired outwards, and her toes twitched.
Her gaze darted to the door. Did I lock it?
Yes. You did.
“Shut up, brain.” She circled herself, her muscle memory wakening, and gave in to the feeling. Hums of pleasure left her throat, and she swallowed them back.
But she didn’t need to be quiet. It wasn’t like her dads were in the next room. For once, she could fully enjoy herself.
She reached for the little gold bag beside her, feeling a low pulse throbbing between her legs. Could she? What if it hurt?
She hesitated over the sharp corner of the zip. The ache in her pelvis convinced her to just open the bloody bag, and she pulled out the small vibrator.
Faye needed to know everything down there still worked…for science.
No. Not for science. For her. She missed coming. She missed having orgasms. If she wanted anything to progress between her and Diana, she needed to be comfortable with touching herself first—and she was going to enjoy it.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she clicked the vibrator on with her thumb and traced it over her pelvic bone, reacquainting herself with the feeling before letting it drift lower. The vibrations tickled at first, but when the toy reached her clit, it stopped being funny.
She gripped the soft sheets with her free hand, circling the other over her underwear. “Fuck.” Pleasure burst in waves, and she struggled to keep her grip.
She fumbled as she lowered the setting, a fuzzy haze coming over her vision.
Now she’d had a taste, she was determined to keep going.
As soon as the vibrator touched her clit again, she moaned, pushing into it.
Without prompting, Diana’s mouth flashed before her eyes.
The memory of her tongue in her mouth. Her back against the door. God, she wished she were here.
She groaned as the pulses electrified her, flooding her fingers through her underwear. Yes. She needed this. She needed it so bad. Why on earth had she waited so long?
She circled her clit, imagining Diana’s elegant fingers instead.
She barely had time to form the thought before she peaked, letting out a high-pitched cry as she came.
The toy pushed harder against her, the vibrations carrying her up and up before dispersing.
Lungs heaving, she tossed the toy aside, gazing up at the ceiling.
“Oh my god.” She laughed dreamily to herself, letting her hand fall between her legs. She’d finished so quickly, and she was completely drenched. She didn’t even need to make use of the crotchless feature on her underwear.
In fact, she hadn’t really noticed her bag at all.
“Amazing.” Her voice came out low and dry in her throat, and she laughed again.
Her laughter vanished when three raps on the front door echoed through the room.
What the hell? She glanced at the clock. 22:43. Faye was no party animal, but who would be knocking on her door at this time?
If she ignored it, maybe they’d go away. She sank further into the mattress, the cool AC making the ends of her hair dance.
What if it’s an emergency?
She bit her lip. Surely an emergency would require more banging and more urgency than three neat little knocks.
What if it’s Diana?
That stirred a whole other feeling low in her abdomen as she indulged in the fantasy. God, she was really overthinking this.
You could just open the damn door and see.
She scrambled to her feet on wobbly legs, threw on the white, complimentary dressing gown hanging on the back of the door, and blew out a breath. The door edged open, and her excitement and nervous energy sucked out of the gap like a gust of wind.
There was no one there.
She leaned her head out, catching a glimpse of legs disappearing out of sight.
“Hello?” she called out, clutching the robe closed over her chest.
A few seconds later, someone rounded the corner, and her heart fluttered.
“I thought you were sleeping,” Diana said, her shoes clacking on the stone. Her blonde hair flicked out around her temples, over-tousled. In the darkness, her eyes shone like the midnight sky, sparkling with a familiar gleam Faye recognised after that night at the bar. Has she been drinking?
The thought flew out of her mind as Diana’s attention was drawn behind Faye, through the wide-open door, to her bag of sex toys on the bed.
Oh my god. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she tried to block the view with her body, but Diana gripped her waist.
A teasing smile ticked up her mouth. “I thought you were sleeping…but you weren’t, were you?”
Faye swallowed as Diana’s other hand found the fold of her dressing gown, and she walked her inside the cabin. The heat from her face spread down into her navel, low and thick, burning hot. She could barely breathe.
She wet her lips. “No, I wasn’t.”
“No?” Diana traced a nail down her chest, parting the material of the gown to reveal more pale skin.
Faye gasped as she brushed a finger down her sternum, leaving blazing heat in its wake. A ping of pleasure struck her clit.
“Then what were you doing?” Diana angled her head, soaking in Faye’s bare skin, her plump lips inches away.
The sound of Faye’s breathing was too loud, but she couldn’t help it. “Thinking about you.”
Diana’s eyes snapped up, pinning Faye with a new hunger. One that made her clit ache and beg for attention.
She asked, a little breathless, “Have you been drinking?”
“I might have enjoyed a glass or two.” Diana gave a light shrug, her eyes never leaving hers. “But that’s not why I’m here.”
“Then why are you here?”
In a swift movement, Diana seized the folds of her dressing gown, walking her back to the bed until her thighs touched the mattress. She held her there, Faye’s chest heaving underneath her hands. Then her lips captured hers.
Faye gasped into her mouth, tasting a sweet hint of alcohol.
Diana held her firm, kissing her slow and deep.
Almost as though she was giving her the opportunity to push her away.
When she didn’t, her lips grew more desperate, more possessive, mixing harder kisses and nipping at her bottom lip.
Faye gripped her waist, loving the feeling of her hips, and pulled her closer.
She groaned as Diana’s tongue slipped into her mouth, tightening her hold as hot, silky need rolled and curled in the depths of her belly.
She moved against her, her clit pounding, magnetised by the woman’s every move.
Diana tugged her forward by her dressing gown. “Can I take this off?” she asked, her breath tickling Faye’s cheek.
Faye thought it would’ve been a hard decision. That her mind would jump in, firing flares and alarm bells. But in a split second, as easy as breathing, she nodded, letting Diana slip the dressing gown from her shoulders.
An appreciative hum left Diana’s throat as she drank Faye in, eyes flickering. Lingering. Assessing.
Faye’s breathing turned shallow, her pulse firing loud in her ears with anticipation. But she didn’t hide. The adrenaline firing through her system was solely focused on the woman in front of her. She just wanted to be buoyed in this feeling, to keep Diana looking at her like that.
Like she was the only person in the world who mattered.
Am I dreaming?
Did I come so hard I knocked myself unconscious?
If she was dreaming, she didn’t ever want to wake up.
Diana’s gaze swept over her in open approval. “Beautiful.”
The word left her mouth in a soft whisper but packed a punch to Faye’s gut. The way she said it like a fact. Like it couldn’t be taken back.
Diana kissed her again, and Faye clung to her dress, trying to pull her closer. She broke away too soon but remained holding Faye’s waist, hands firm, like she owned it.