6. Bona Fides #2
Clem didn’t prefer being alone, that was what she told herself because she had a choice.
The trip by covered wagon to California was a long, lonely journey, but didn’t have to be with this fascinating young woman around.
Clem took a deep breath, smelling apple pie and cinnamon, her appetite growing.
And she offers certain benefits that are too delicious to pass up.
“What else can I say to convince you?” asked Kizzy. “And no, I won’t sleep with you to get you to say yes.” She crossed her arms over her breasts.
What was that? Clem’s eyes rose to hers. “What does that mean?” She gestured between them, both half-naked. “Isn’t that what we’re doing here?”
“No. Not at all. Consider this a simple verification of our bona fides. Now we both know who we’re dealing with.”
“So, it’s a negotiation,” said Clem.
“An opportunity,” Kizzy corrected her, plump lips posed for another delectable kiss. “Think of the things we can accomplish together.” Her eyes twinkled, promising much.
As their lips connected, a spark jumped between them. Clem’s arms wrapped around Kizzy, pulling her into a tight hug, nuzzling their bare breasts together.
What would it hurt? She could bring Kizzy along. She’d be someone to talk to, share the work with, and… Clem pulled back and gazed at her beautiful face and half-hidden body, the part exposed already incredible. Yes, that wouldn’t hurt one bit either.
Clem resumed and deepened the kiss, pulling this strange, rare, tempting woman to her chest, running firm hands over the girl’s muscled back. She’d done a bit of work, this one, but her skin was so soft.
Clem flushed as thoughts of taking this beauty with her johnson darted through her mind. And Kizzy knew she was a woman, so she could breathe and be herself. That thought sent another jolt of passion through her. What would that be like? To be wanted for herself.
Kizzy wrapped strong arms around her neck and whispered into her ear, “Take me, Clem.” Hot kisses led to love bites along her throat, heating her blood. “You won’t be sorry.”
“To California, or to bed?” Hot, bothered, confused, and shot full of desire, she held Kizzy's arms, staring into her face. "Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to want me.”
That rocked Clem back on her heels. She knew that feeling all too well.
Tears popped into Kizzy’s eyes. She swiped them away.
“I didn’t know anyone like you existed until today.
You fascinate me, and I want to know more, find out all about your life, how you live, what you’ve done, what you want to do.
” She paused, putting her thoughts into words.
“Since you ask me what I want, it’s to have you want me the same way. ”
She melted before this wild child’s warmth, the wealth of what she offered overwhelming. “You’re not giving yourself to me in exchange for taking you to California?” Her fingers traced the young face, searching for answers.
“In exchange…what the heck? I’m not that kind of woman.
” She laughed. “Although I can see you might have reason to think so.” She shook her head.
“No,” she pulled back to stare at Clem with honest eyes.
“I am going to California, with or without you.” She smiled.
“I’m offering myself as a traveling companion, willing student, future partner, and…
” She licked a fingertip and rolled it over tight nipples, “a talented lover for the right woman.”
A million thoughts roiled through Clem’s mind, each fighting for consideration.
Sitting still, eyes unfocused, it took several long moments for the chaotic ifs, whats, and how abouts to make peace with personal worries and prior experience.
As her head stopped spinning, her racing thoughts slowed and eyes refocused, she gazed at the tense, hopeful, shivering, but still patient woman holding her hand.
Clem decided.
Pulling Kizzy close to reassure her, she murmured in her ear, running broad hands up and down her soft back. “If you really want to go with me to California, I’ll take you,” she said, kissing first one cheek, then her dimple.
Two firm arms hugged her tight. “I’m so pleased,” a voice like honey whispered in her ear. “You won’t regret it.”
“I already regret it,” Clem chuckled. “I’m a loner, always have been.
It’s how I’ve passed all these years, keeping to myself.
I’m an ornery cuss,” she kissed Kizzy, “who never thought something like this could happen to me, not with the choices I’ve made.
” Her smile was so wide it hurt her face. “I just hope you don’t regret it.”
Beyond amazed at being desired, a surge of thrilled sexual heat filled her with a desperate need to express herself. Not knowing how, Clementine Dennison crushed the amazing young woman in an enveloping hug, kissing her with raw, rough desire.
Astonishing her even more, Kizzy met her heat and slid her hand down Clem’s belly, under three layers of underwear, and into the thick nest of hair between her legs.
Palming her sex, she squeezed, petting the furry triangle, then slipped her fingers inside wet folds.
Placing two fingers on Clem’s already swollen clitoris, she closed for another kiss, her tongue teasing her new lover’s mouth while dancing fingers tantalized her.
Having hidden her sex for over three years, it was an intoxicating relief to allow her body to be seen, touched, and pleasured.
Being desired for her true self, the perfect aphrodisiac, struck Clem with a lightning bolt orgasm, hurling a shocking sexual relief ricocheting through her body that ended all too soon.
She shivered and grabbed Kizzy’s hand, stopping and holding her in place.
“Enough, now.” She took a deep breath and shuddered, pulling herself together. She leaned over and kissed Kizzy, tugging her hand free. “Consider that part of the bona fides. Believe me, I will return the favor.”
A rooster crowed a pre-dawn warning. Clem rose and pulled her clothes back on.
“Wait, don’t you want to…?” Kizzy shrugged, bare breasts bouncing.
“More than ever, but I don’t have time.” Now dressed, she bent over the bed, gestured for Kizzy to lie down, and pulled the blankets up over her bare shoulders, tucking her in.
“I must hurry so no one’s the wiser, my dear.
” She paused, savoring the flavor of those words.
“No one will confuse you for a working girl again.”
Shoes in hand, she bent to kiss her forehead. “Sleep well, Kizzy. Our lives are about to change. Tomorrow night we’ll get married so you can travel as my wife.” She brushed tousled hair from shocked blue eyes and kissed her stunned fiancée on the lips.
“There’s so much to do. Lock the door after me, sweetheart. I’ll be back at noon to collect you.” Clem opened the door, left the key in the lock, and slipped out into the hall, tiptoeing three doors down.
“What a stupid romantic fool you turned out to be,” she whispered aloud in her dark room. “Clem Dennison, you just made your life a lot more complicated.”
But she couldn’t stop grinning as she readied herself for a busy day, washing face, hands, and between her legs, remembering Kizzy’s heavenly fingers strumming her womanhood to life. She growled deep in her throat. “But what a complication.” Out her window, a streak of morning red tinted the sky.
Goddamn, this was her wedding day.