Cruising the Strip (6 page)

Keri watched Marcie smoothing the lube between her fingers and thumb, and imagined those slick fingers pushing between her legs. Not that lube was necessary at the moment. It would just feel really sexy and good, Marcie playing with her cunt, fingers slipping through all the folds, circling her clit, teasing at her opening—Keri hid a shudder. If she didn’t get a grip, she would no doubt scare Marcie with her intensity. “A little goes a long way, especially on a tile floor, but that’s not a good thing.”

Marcie laughed and closed the flip top when the elevator arrived, hiding it in her skirts again. “This is one occasion that our habit of never using plastic bags is a little embarrassing.”

“It’s just a short distance.”

There was no one on the elevator. Marcie stepped inside and Keri moved right behind her. The doors closed and Keri slid her free hand onto Marcie’s waist, shifting forward so they were in the same pose they’d been in the bathroom earlier.

Marcie pushed her ass into Keri’s hips as she made a wonderful, half-moaning, yielding sound. Keri felt disoriented, and the tight ache of her breasts was close to painful. When the elevator doors opened it was Marcie who broke their contact. She glanced over her shoulder at Keri, her eyes dilated and breath coming in gasps. Apparently, what she saw in Keri’s face was okay, because an anticipatory smile flitted across her lips.

Keri reminded herself that Marcie hadn’t agreed to unbox the dildo, and she certainly hadn’t said she wanted Keri use it on her. Marcie had seemed to accept that it was a joke. She set the box down on the dresser across from the bed, though, and Marcie set the bottle of Nirvana lube next to it. Besides, the dildo was not necessary given what she wanted to do to Marcie with just her hands.

“Well, this has been quite a night,” Marcie said.

“It’s not over, baby,” Keri said softly. She turned Marcie to face her. “I want to finish what we started.”

She wasn’t particularly gentle as she untied Marcie’s skirt so it could fall to the floor. Marcie gasped as Keri shoved her hands inside her panties, cupping her ass. They kissed, hard, a kiss she only ended to lift Marcie’s tunic over her head. It drifted across a nearby chair, and she pulled Marcie aggressively into her arms.

“I really want to make love to you,” Keri whispered into Marcie’s ear. “Please, baby, just let me take care of you the way I think you need. The way I need to tonight.”

Marcie pushed her away. She slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and slowly peeled down the cups, not quite exposing her nipples. “What happens in Vegas…?”

“Stays in Vegas.”

“Nobody back home has to know.” Marcie shimmied her bra a little lower. “It’s none of their business.”

Keri’s mouth was watering. “Nobody has to know what?”

Marcie caressed Keri’s cheek. “First time I saw you I got the most outrageous thoughts in my head. I scared myself with the things I imagined doing with you.”

“Like what?” Keri captured and kissed Marcie’s hand.

She swallowed. “I like my friends. I like the way we live. But I don’t know how sex got to be…part of the way of life. I mean, does how we have sex really have an impact on global warming? Live simply, that was the T-shirt you were wearing when you came into the store that day. I looked at you, and I thought ‘Live simply, but I want her to fuck me hard.’”

Keri’s nipples tightened and her fingers curled with the effort not to grab Marcie and throw her on the bed. “But when we went to bed the first time you said—”

“I was scared. I didn’t know how to say what I wanted. I could only say what I was used to. You made it fantastic. I realized I wanted more…”

Keri was getting lost in the soft blue of Marcie’s eyes. She looked so vulnerable and yet so ready to try something new. “Do you know how to say it now?”

“I’m not sure. But I think if we practice, I’ll learn.”

Taking a steadying breath, Keri pulled down Marcie’s bra and filled her palms with the luscious, full breasts. She meant to be gentler than she was as she caught Marcie’s erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “Tonight’s different, but not every night has to be like tonight. We can do anything we want. It’s Vegas.”

Marcie shuddered and let out a moan. She put her hands on Keri’s, encouraging the attention to her breasts. She threw her head back, a beautiful line of luscious woman.

Words, so hard before, flowed out of Keri. “I love touching you, and kissing you. I like it when we’re so close our eyelashes brush. You wrap me up tight and close when we make love. Tonight I don’t want to do that.”

Marcie’s lips had parted as her hands slowly slid along Keri’s forearms, eventually to her shoulders. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to dissolve you into the bed, baby. I want to make you come on my hand again, harder this time. I want us both to get so worked up that it feels like we’ll never get enough, so we keep doing it.” She wrapped an arm around Marcie’s waist and pushed her fingers between Marcie’s wet thighs.

Marcie’s mewl of pleasure was all the encouragement Keri needed. She pushed her roughly back onto the bed. “Let’s do it this way for now. I’ll keep my clothes on and fuck you, and we’ll see how wet you can get me. You’re getting taken care of tonight.” She couldn’t stop the words, she meant them. “I love your cunt, baby, and I want to worship it, fuck it, and fuck you so good that you go on craving me. I love the candles and the long, slow baths, but I want it like this, too.”

Marcie arched her pelvis into Keri’s jeans. “The first time I saw you, with your shoulders stretching that T-shirt, I wanted you to push me up onto a counter and have me. I’d never felt like that before. I wondered if it was a midlife cri—”

Keri kissed Marcie hard. “So what if it is? So what?” She sank two fingers into Marcie. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes, Keri, please.” Marcie’s eyes had widened, but they weren’t frightened or confused. Keri felt herself tipping over a cliff she hadn’t realized was there—she didn’t just like Marcie, she loved her.

“That’s what I want to hear, baby.” She knew her black slacks were getting smeared and it excited her even more. She was sober, Marcie wasn’t just another body, and the crystal-clear perceptions of subtle shifts in Marcie’s eye color, the mottling of her skin as her abandonment grew—Keri realized she’d never been present when doing this to any other woman. But she was in this room, in love with this woman.

She pushed in four fingers, filling Marcie completely, and gloried in Marcie’s, “Don’t stop!”

“Oh, I’m not going to stop, baby. You’re going to come on my hand, then you’re going to come on my face, then I might carry you into the bathroom and fuck you there.”

Marcie, usually without words during sex, found her voice. “Is that what you want to do to me? Yes, that’s what I want. Fuck me like that tonight. Fuck me, baby, please.”

Marcie cried out and Keri smothered the half scream with a gasping kiss. “Anything you want, everything you need.”

*

Keri finally got out of bed to close the drapes. Marcie had really liked looking out at the lights while Keri went down on her, but they were so ever-present the room was too bright to sleep. At least for her. Marcie was sprawled across the bed in total abandon to the night, her hair wild on the pillow. Her little half-snore was breaking Keri’s heart in the best possible way.

The unopened box with the toy gleamed in the flickering light just before the drapes whisked closed. What happens in Vegas might stay in Vegas, but Keri had a feeling that the toy, along with all the things they’d learned tonight, was coming home with them.

“I think I’m in the wrong place.” Tendra’s gaze swept the large suite again as she muttered under her breath. Yes, there were coffee and snacks on the side bar of the suite’s main room. The sofas offered comfortable respite from a day of workshops and high-level networking. But the women in low-rider jeans and leather vests, fishnet stockings and mini-skirts were not adding up to the business of trauma surgical supplies.

A door to what she presumed was a bedroom opened and through it she glimpsed racks of lingerie. A compact blonde was adjusting the cups of a violet teddy until her breathtaking cleavage was properly arranged. She shook her full, golden hair into place over her shoulders and eyed herself critically in a full-length mirror. Frowning at what she saw, her gaze flicked out the open door to where Tendra stood staring.

That cool, critical gaze traveled up and down Tendra’s body, then a lift of an eyebrow agreed that Tendra, in her baggy slacks and badly ironed white shirt, was definitely in the wrong room. With an elegant tap from the toe of a killer high heel, the blonde pushed the door closed, breaking the spell.

Tendra dug in her pocket for the business card-sized invite to the vendor’s hospitality suite. Maybe it had been a mistake to treat herself to a day without her contact lenses. Holding the card as far away as she could, Tendra thought it said suite fifteen hundred, but that’s where she was, and, well, the displays of certain items she could see through the other bedroom door weren’t the kind of accessories used in patient treatment.

Her heart pounding in an erratic rhythm, she forced herself to stop looking at the coils of soft white rope, the gloves with everything from faux claws to sandpaper on the fingertips, and leather buckled items made to restrain any part of the human body. Peering at the card, she decided it must say suite sixteen hundred, and she turned toward the door.

“Can I help you?” The soft voice stopped Tendra in her tracks.

She knew it had to be the blonde before she even turned around. “No, but thanks. I know where I’m supposed to be.”

Crystal green eyes appraised her coolly, though Tendra detected a hint of humor. “You’re not the first person to get the wrong floor. You don’t look like a doctor.”

“You don’t look like an…escort.” At least not in the street appropriate black slacks and simple silk tee, Tendra could have added.

The eyes darkened. “Are you trying to insult me?”

“No more than you were me.” Tendra shrugged. “I’m five years older than I look, and no, I don’t stand on a box in the operating room.” She was used to being shorter than her colleagues, and it was no surprise that as petite as the blonde was, she was still an inch or so taller than Tendra was.

“I run a cyber-escort service, and no, I don’t fuck men for money.”

Tendra gave a little nod. Her brain was too fogged and tired to exchange barbs and flirtations.

“I fuck women for fun, though,” the woman added. There was a blatant invitation in her eyes. “You look like you could use some extreme relaxation. If you twist any tighter you’re going to break.”

Stunned by the woman’s perception, Tendra fumbled for words. “I don’t—I’m just in the wrong—I’m not—”

“Don’t tell me you’re not into women. Not after the way you looked at me. And at the toy room.”

“I’m late for drinks—I was meeting someone—”

The cool, firm voice silenced her. “Have a drink with me in my room.”

Tendra couldn’t believe how much she was tempted. She hadn’t had a sexual impulse for at least a week, and yet her entire body was screaming
yes
in seconds. She’d had the psych courses; she knew why she was looking for an escape from life, through any means possible, including far too much Scotch every one of the last seven nights.

“I’m Vette.” The woman held out her hand, her expression cool except for that lingering gleam of humor in her eyes. “Short for the kind of car I’m sure you’ll someday own.”

An electric shock ran through Tendra the moment their hands clasped. “Corvettes aren’t really my style.”

Vette didn’t let go of her hand. “But wouldn’t you like to drive one, just once?”

She knew the color was draining out of her face. Blood was rushing to her sex, which was swelling and pulsing like a second heart. She had resented having to come to this convention instead of taking a badly needed few days off. Her mentor Reilly had said she would be better for the distraction, but Reilly had Liz, and that made her outlook on life a lot rosier than it used to be. Distractions? Tendra hadn’t arrived here wanting more than a steady supply of Scotch and a lot of sleep.

Vette moved just a little closer, still holding Tendra’s hand. “Actually, they say a Corvette isn’t a car you drive. It’s a car that drives you.”

She trembled, unable to breathe. The woman’s eyes were mesmerizing and Tendra felt as if a spell were stealing over her, and she was falling. Falling, and willingly.

“I want to fuck you,” Vette whispered. “Jesus. I took one look at you, and that’s all I can think about. Fucking you until you forget your name.”

I just walked in the wrong door, Tendra wanted to say. She wasn’t into this kind of scene.

“Breathe.” Vette’s voice sharpened with command. “Breathe before you faint.”

Tendra sucked in air, and her vision narrowed to Vette’s face. She felt pierced by those eyes, pinned in place, and far too much of herself was exposed.

Maybe if they’d had to wait for an elevator she might have found the wherewithal to extricate herself. Vette’s grip on her hand wasn’t tight. A simple twist would have separated them. Vette had stopped gazing at her with that penetrating intensity as they walked down the corridor, so she could have just walked away.