Chapter 6 #2
She leaned against the back of the seat, eyes closing as she enjoyed the gentle motions of the limousine.
It wasn’t a terrible drive back home, but if Jamie focused on it now she could get a sizable nap in.
Dreading how my feet will feel when I step out of here.
Might need to have Etta carry me inside.
Etta sucked in her breath and pulled out her phone. “A million messages. Just what I was afraid of.”
Jamie put a hand on her wrist. “You can deal with them when we get home.”
“Some of these are really important.”
“For work?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Is it that your business is booming more than usual? Or…”
“It’s the or. I don’t have a partner to share the burden anymore.” Etta’s sigh shook the limo. “Instead, I am dealing with everything. I never realized how much that woman really did before I bought out her shares after…”
“Don’t you dare bring it up today.”
“I won’t.” Etta put her phone back in her pocket. “Anyway, she did most of the schmoozing. I am not a natural charmer.”
“You don’t say.”
“Don’t make me come over there.”
Jamie huffed in her seat. So much for that nap. “I’m glad she was really happy today.”
Etta didn’t have to ask whom she meant. “She deserves every bit of it.” She chuckled.
“I don’t envy her, though. Becoming the wife of an heiress, running a multi-million dollar business that skirts every law in the book, and becoming a mother?
You’d never guess looking at her, but she’s an overachiever. ”
“I think she’s catching up on ten years lost,” Jamie said, referring to the length of Monique’s previous relationship with Etta’s ex-business partner. “All the way down to planning a baby before she got married.”
“I know they were planning on starting all of that when they got back from the honeymoon, but I’m rather shocked someone as meticulous as Monique dared to try before the wedding.
Then again, maybe it was a ‘gallant attempt at beating nature to the punch.” Etta was terrible at impressions.
In fact, she tried so little, that Jamie bristled to hear her attempt Monique’s mannerisms. She makes her sound so snooty.
She would, too. If Monique weren’t so refined and socially adept, people would think she was the snottiest bitch to grace the social circles.
I can think of a few others who can wear that crown.
Etta scooted closer to her girlfriend and put her hand on her leg. Jamie eased into it, her hand slipping between Etta’s thighs and taking comfort in her warmth. Finally, a nap.
Naturally, Etta had other ideas.
“Excuse you,” Jamie said, witnessing her get on top of her in the back of that limo.
We have yet to totally fool around in a moving vehicle, and I intend to keep it that way.
Their driver was in the front seat, with only the tinted window separating them.
“What do you think you are doing, Ms. Coleman?”
Her hand pushed between Jamie’s thighs, much deeper than her own hand had gone between Etta’s. She is this close to hitting second base. “I can’t stand you in this dress. It’s much too sexy on you. Don’t you know what it does to a woman like me? You in this shade of blue?”
Guess Monique was right. Etta could never say no to her girlfriend in any color. “Apparently it turns you into an ape.”
Etta didn’t give her any words. Instead, she kissed Jamie’s throat, her other hand wrapping around her girlfriend’s midsection and touching her breasts through her dress.
Such a perv. Jamie loved it. There was a reason she was still with Etta after all this time, and it wasn’t just the money.
Although that helped her put up with her antics when Etta suddenly decided she needed sex right here and now.
That used to happen a lot. Sometimes, it felt like a faraway memory of the first few months of their relationship.
Jamie told herself it was because Etta was so busy, but it was hard to not take it personally when her girlfriend showed about as much interest in her as a cat with a new toy.
She’s certainly cat-like now. Jamie had always thought that. Etta was quiet, cool, and brooding if people didn’t know her like Jamie did.
Now here Jamie was, pressed against the seat, Etta’s suit wrinkling as she pawed at the fancy dress she bought for her ex-girlfriend’s bridal party.
“I don’t know…” Jamie put a hand on Etta’s chest in a half-assed attempt to push her away. “I’m not sure we should right here. Plus, I’m kinda tired.” She forced a laugh. “Can you wait until we get home?”
Etta tilted Jamie’s chin up, so she looked right into her eyes. “No.”
“No?”
“No.” Etta kissed her, making all intentions clear.
Usually, Etta was game for almost anything, anywhere.
Except for as of late. Jamie would have never guessed Etta would go full speed after a long wedding.
I should have. She’s a romantic deep inside.
It took some serious mining to find that romantic side, but once Jamie unearthed it, she had a difficult time reburying it.
Etta was not a woman who could be told no right now. Oh, if Jamie wanted her to stop, she could say their safe word. Etta had always honored Jamie’s true desire to have no desires at all. But when she got like this? It was difficult for Jamie to say no – simply because she quickly got going, too.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Etta inhaled her girlfriend’s throat, pressing her hard against the car while hands disappeared between Jamie’s thighs.
Pretty soon, she would be so dangerously close to her slit that Jamie would have no choice but to either completely give in or make her disdain clear.
At this point, that last option sounded like madness, no matter how exhausted she was.
“It took every bit of socializing I’ve had to not tear this dress off you in the middle of a wedding. ”
Jamie laughed. “That would definitely put us on Page 6.”
“Fuck Page 6. I only want to be on you.”
Etta practically mounted her when Jamie slipped down the seat and let her girlfriend consume the delicate flesh of her throat and shoulders.
Every time their lips met, Jamie related to what it must be like to be devoured.
By a monster. The same monster who used to have her way with Jamie this way, that way, upside down and backward in both her office and home.
Those were certainly thrilling times. Now was an equally thrilling moment, because Jamie had never made love like this in a moving vehicle before.
She didn’t doubt that Etta had, depending on the proclivities of her exes.
My exes could barely be bothered to fuck in bed.
Being with Etta had certainly been enlightening when it came to embracing her sexuality.
“If I had known weddings get you hot, I would suggest we hit up every one in the area.” That was the last joke Jamie made before Etta untied her halter straps and pulled down the front of her dress. She lost it when she discovered the black bra Jamie bought in Miami.
Well, this is happening! Jamie stared at the limo ceiling as the motions of the car rolled beneath her – and as Etta rolled on her. The more she put her strong hands on Jamie, the more Jamie craved everything else Etta offered her.
“You were the most beautiful woman there,” Etta growled into her ear. “I kept thinking… this is my girlfriend. Nobody else gets to touch her. Everyone can look at her, but only I get to touch her.”
Jamie smiled against that kiss. “Everyone gets to look at me, huh? You mean with my clothes on, right?” She was fully aware that her breasts were falling out of her dress.
Thank goodness they weren’t at the wedding.
Jamie didn’t need that level of wardrobe malfunction to follow her around for the rest of her life.
This isn’t a malfunction. This is my girlfriend intending to fuck my shit up.
Thinking that made her giddier. Jamie wrapped her arms around Etta’s shoulders and threw herself into a kiss.
Words fell upon Jamie’s lips. “Hopefully not.” Etta’s mouth moved to Jamie’s breasts, kissing her mounds, exploring the depths within, and biting a bra cup until it came down low enough to suck her nipple.
Well. Someone was gone.
“Etta…” Jamie braced herself against the seat and window. “Can we really do it in here?”
Etta’s fingers pinched Jamie where her mouth once was. “We can do it anywhere, my flower.”
Oh, Jamie loved it when she called her by that name.
Whatever made Etta so ornery needed to be commemorated, because Jamie could not remember the last time she was thrown down and used until she couldn’t walk anymore. Not that she could right now anyway… but that was a different matter.
“How about that?” Etta whispered, one finger pushing beneath Jamie’s lingerie and indulging in her most intimate spot. “You’re all hot for me.”
Jamie ran her hands along the front of Etta’s clothes.
Fingers unbuttoned a few pesky buttons, but the woman wore an undershirt for the first time in forever.
Not fair! Didn’t she know how badly Jamie needed to feel her skin?
Her chest? Etta had a great rack that Jamie liked to rub herself all over whenever they made love.
This wasn’t conducive to such things – and yet Etta got to rip off her dress?
“I am. What are you going to do about it?”
“Mm-hmm.” Etta kissed her the moment her finger slipped inside.
The sound she emitted next was the one she always made whenever she first felt the silky warmth of Jamie’s body.
It was animalistic, everything Jamie needed to welcome her in and escape into absolute bliss.
“Good hell. I am going to fuck you until you’re screaming back here. ”
Jamie didn’t know if she was into it, but she would find out.
“What about you?” she asked, legs opening around Etta. “You gonna make me be the only one who’s loud back here?”