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  “I could kill the bitch,” Regina spat and frowned.

  Victoria rested a hand on her aunt’s shoulder. “I won’t let her win. I’ll take care of her.”

  Regina grasped Victoria’s hand. “I wish I’d known.…”

  The patter of feet came down the hall, and Maddie, Damien’s eldest daughter ran in the dining room, calling for Regina.

  “Grandma! Daddy says Uncle Noah is calling,” Maddie exclaimed.

  I moved from my spot and stood in the doorway. Regina held Maddie while Victoria turned in my direction. She didn’t act rattled by my appearance. I shrugged, unashamed by my spying.

  “Let’s go talk to your uncle then.” Regina nodded at me as she left the room with her granddaughter. Victoria met me at the door, tugging her necklace.

  “Are you nervous about something? You keep playing with your necklace,” I asked, defensive, even though there was no need for me to be.

  “Why would you think I am? I wasn’t the one sneaking around, and quite poorly I may add.” She smirked. “I saw your shadow in the doorway.”

  “I wasn’t sneaking around.” I rolled my eyes.

  “We’ll agree to disagree then.” She clasped her hands in front of her. “My necklace and the bracelet belonged to my mother. I have a bad habit of playing with either when I’m concentrating on something important.”

  “You have a bad habit?” I teased.

  “We all do.” She lowered her face until she was a breath away from mine. “I plan on finding out all of yours.”

  I licked my lips. “To use against me so I won’t screw you over?”

  A loud boom of thunder crashed and shook the house. She edged away, the playful spark in her eyes vanishing. Her throat worked as she swallowed and she rubbed her arms.

  I stepped to her. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. Perfectly fine.” She pursed her lips together in a semblance of a smile. “We’re staying in the guest house tonight. Let’s go.”

  She hurried from the room and in the kitchen. I chased after her, bewildered by her reaction. “You’re not going to talk to your cousin with the rest of the family?”

  Lighting flashed outside and she halted, fisting her hands at her sides. “Noah and I talk every week. He’s calling more for my aunt and his brothers’ benefit. We’ll grab umbrellas and make a run for it.”

  She selected two large umbrellas by the back door. Tossing me one, she opened the door and torrent of wind and rain slashed sideways. She opened her umbrella and hurried down a concrete path in the backyard. I followed, battling the wind and the rain. It was a good thing I wore long sleeves and pants and sensible flats. Victoria was a speed demon in her high heels as we rushed along, taking more stairs down to a small building, blanketed by trees and bushes. Lights were on inside the house so we didn’t have to worry about stumbling around in the darkness.

  Victoria unlocked the door and I darted in after her. We closed out umbrellas and she tossed the house keys in a ceramic bowl on a small table.

  Our luggage sat in the middle of the living area. Cozy looking couches and chairs encircled an unlit fireplace.

  She surveyed the room, but jolted as thunder rumbled. She was afraid of the storm.

  “You don’t like rain?” I asked, taking out my cell phone to check for messages.

  “I don’t mind the rain. I can’t stand the thunder and lightning.” She went in the small kitchen and opened a cabinet above her head. “It’s still here.” She looked pleased, holding up a bottle of red wine. “Uncle Bruce gave this to me when I returned from England. It’s a White Muscat, priced at a thousand dollars.”

  I whistled. “I don’t think I’ve paid more than twenty dollars for a bottle of wine.”

  She stroked the bottle. “He taught me to appreciate expensive fine wine.”

  “You’re going to drink it after all this time?” I asked, wondering if she would offer me a glass.

  “I always drink wine during a bad storm. It soothes me.” She opened a drawer and brought out a corkscrew.

  “If you’re afraid of the storm, then why aren’t you sleeping in the main house? An excuse to drink your expensive wine alone?” I asked.

  “I’m not drinking it alone. You’ll have some with me.” The cork popped and she removed it. After pouring a healthy amount in two glasses, she joined me on the couch.

  “Drink it slowly. It works better that way.” She clinked her glass to mine and took a sip.

  “You get more of a buzz then?” I sniffed inside the glass, the strong aroma of grapes drifting up my nose.

  “Something like that.” She stared at the glass almost in a daze. “I don’t sleep in the main house when I visit.”

  “Why?” I took a tentative sip, swishing the golden liquid in my mouth. It tasted smooth and rich.

  She drank more than a sip. “When I was a junior in college, my aunt and uncle went away for the weekend to celebrate their thirtieth-fifth wedding anniversary. It was the first time I had the run of the house. Colette found out and invited herself over.” She closed her eyes and her knuckles tightened around the stem of the glass. “I had planned on breaking things off with her because I had become close with another girl at college, but I was weak and…let’s just say, Colette and I had a grand old time in almost every room of the house, especially my bedroom. She had this fantasy of taking me in my bedroom. After six years her wish became a reality.”

  “She disgusts me.” I set the glass still full of wine on the floor, unable to drink it.

  Victoria drank more. “I let her do whatever she wanted to me, even though I wanted her out of my life.” She spun the empty glass around in her hands. “That was the only time we were in my house alone together. Two weeks later my…girl friend from college died. I never slept in the main house again.”

  My pulse quickened and my heart rattled against my chest. I started to draw her in my arms, but she jerked away and stood. Wind and rain rattled the window. Thunder exploded, making me jump.

  She rubbed her forehead. “I can’t talk anymore tonight. When I’m in a better frame of mind I’ll….”

  I rose from the couch, and ever so carefully, I wrapped my arms around her from behind.

  Her hands came over mine, her nails digging in my skin. But I didn’t complain about the pain. I wanted to comfort her any way possible.

  “Lindsay,” she whispered a plea.

  “Victoria.” I pressed my lips to her nape.

  “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” She twisted around in my arms and grasped my head.

  “You don’t have to. I’m here.” I kissed her chin. “Let me take away your pain.”

  She shuddered and tightened her grip. “Yes.” Her lips met mine.

  I expected a violent kiss, but it was tender. There was also some neediness behind it as Victoria increased the pressure. I followed her lead, uncertain how to proceed, wanting her to teach me, to show me what to do. She molded her mouth over mine, catching my lips. Her tongue swiped and stroked until she slipped her tongue inside and sucked down on my tongue.

  Dizzy, I clutched her hips, whimpering as my body throbbed in places I didn’t know existed. I rubbed my thighs together as I became damp. That hadn’t happened in such a long time. Not even when I touched myself late at night alone in my bed did I experience such a rush.

  With each pant against Victoria’s roaming mouth, I grew hot, my clothes an itchy barrier I wanted to remove. I startled when she cupped my breast. I broke off the kiss, huffing hard.

  “No one has touched you here before?” She circled her thumb over my tight nipple.

  “No one has touched me anywhere. You’re the first.” I captured her hand as she squeezed.

  “Tonight is the first of many for you.” She claimed my mouth again and continued thumbing my nipple. I arched back and closed my eyes, thrusting my hips up, wanting to be touched in between my legs like I always imagined someone would.

  She circled her tongue one last time over mine
and then lifted her mouth, resting on my cheek. I think she whispered, ‘bedroom’ but my heart pounded too loudly in my ears.

  She took me by the hand and directed me into a darkened room. More rain and wind hit the window, but Victoria didn’t halt her lovemaking. She sat me down on the bed. I raised my mouth to hers again. Much rougher this time, her lips scoured and burned. Her hands molded my chest and my belly, stopping to unbutton my shirt and unfasten my bra.

  “Lie down and slide your hands under the pillow and grab under the headboard. Don’t let go,” she commanded almost too harsh, but softened the blow with another breathtaking kiss.

  She undressed me in the shadowy darkness until I was naked. She then took off her clothes. But I didn’t get a good look at her body because I was blinded by lust and a deep arousal that had taken over my mind.

  I cried out when she licked my breast, tonguing my nipple and then moving to the other one. She thrust open my legs as she circled her palms along my inner thighs. I trembled with need, dampening and throbbing below.

  She ran her mouth down the middle of my chest and to my stomach. She torched my skin with her tongue, flicking each indent and muscle. Then she dipped lower, her breath warming the short thatch of hair covering my mound.

  I groaned, embarrassed that I wasn’t waxed and trimmed.

  Victoria sighed…or laughed. “Next time you’ll shave for me, but for now I like you natural. You smell delicious.” She swiped a finger down the middle of my cleft and I arched my hips.

  A sudden gush of wetness coated the section she viewed. The only time this happened was when…oh no.

  I tensed as she flicked her fingers in the middle of my folds. I sat up, releasing the headboard and trying to cover myself.

  “I told you don’t let go,” she said in a disgruntled tone and slapped my hands away.

  “Stop! I just remembered I have….” My face burned.

  She lifted her face and tilted her head. “Come again?”

  “I-I…Oh no don’t do…”

  She hoisted both my legs over her shoulders. I landed back on the bed, clutching a pillow in a white-knuckle grip.

  “Again, a first of many for both of us,” She laughed, and her mouth fell on a place a mouth had never been on before. Something slick and slightly rough stoked inward.

  Holy smokes! Her tongue was inside me, exploring every which way, licking away the evidence of my arousal and other fluids no one should taste!

  “Exquisite.” She curled her hands around my ankles and spread my legs apart. Her mouth flattened on my vulva and her tongue curled upward, hitting a spot that made my inner muscle clench hard.

  “Shhh… relax.” She laid her palm on my stomach, rubbing slowly, but unable to sooth the burning deep inside me.

  Each tug of her mouth made me vibrate. I lifted my hips high, unable to keep them on the mattress, meeting Victoria’s intimate kiss with each arch. Tremors of pleasure replaced all thought as I begged for more, my voice going hoarse.

  “Let go,” she ordered through her relentless mouth fucking. She sucked through my bush, humming with each tug of her mouth. Her fingers slid in between and tickled a hard nub of muscle that had me gulping in air to stop from screaming too loud. Something electric rolled through my belly and lower, imbedding in the place Victoria indulged on.

  My arms and shoulders ached with each rise and lift as I tried letting go. I couldn’t. I was stung too tight, imprisoned by the whiplash of Victoria’s tongue. My core latched around her finger pumping inside me, milking it hard.

  Suddenly, she raised her head and her fingers fell away. I cried out in frustration, but it didn’t last for long. She flipped me over on my stomach and slapping my side, made me rise up on my knees. She climbed up higher, and placing a kiss on the back of my shoulder, pressed my face down. I turned my cheek and closed my eyes, both nervous and anxious for what was to come.

  She opened my legs wide and buried her finger so deep inside me. I cried out, rocking against the digit, shifting my hips to take more. She then gave me much more than I could handle. Her mouth landed over the center of my ass and her tongue traced a line downward. With a flick of her tongue in between my ass cheeks and her finger lodged in my core, a surge of pulsating pressure crashed over me.

  “Victoria!” I screamed, humping her face as wave after wave of pleasure expanded inside. Booms, like fireworks pounded over my head. Flashes of light exploded all over me.

  I twitched and jerked as I came. Victoria continued licking my ass and pumping her finger furiously, until it burned. I tried swatting her away, but my muscles were mush. Instead I went limp, unable to move other than to snatch air through my parched mouth.

  Eventually I was able to move my fingers and a foot, but I was stuck to the mattress. It squeaked under me as Victoria swept her hands across my back and thighs, squeezing behind my knees.

  Turning me on my side, she pushed away the hair sticking to my neck. She placed kisses over my eyes and down the slope of my nose, landing on my mouth. She kept her lips there, rubbing gently.

  “I can’t move. What did you do to me?” I mumbled against her mouth.

  “Something I wanted to do since I saw you kissing that woman at the bar.” She inserted her hand in between us and cupped me.

  “Your hand is.…” My eyes rolled in back of my head as she stroked and caressed.

  “My hand is on your pussy, which is mine for tonight.” She swallowed my moan with a firm kiss.

  I felt wrung out and sore, but the way Victoria touched me and kissed me, made me ready for more.

  I kissed her back, enjoying her startled, but pleased sigh.

  Chapter Eleven

  I woke to the sounds of clicking. Blinking away the gritty sleep from my eyes, I rolled on my back, stretching my arms and legs. They were tight with strain. I was achy all over. A sheet covered my front, but my feet stuck out. The rest of the covers and pillows had been knocked to the floor. The bed was bare, like me.

  Victoria in just a T-shirt, sat at a desk near the closet, typing on her tablet. I couldn’t tell if she wore anything under the shirt. Her back was to me, so I watched my fill, the scope of her long neck uncovered by her hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head. I thought she look sexy as hell in her disheveled state.

  “You’re staring at me.” She stopped typing and twisted around.

  “I like watching you.” I tucked the sheet under my arms and sat up, biting my lip as the stiffness in my joints and in my legs spread to my stomach, causing some cramping.

  Victoria’s heavy-lidded inspection of my face and then down to my chest where my nipples poked the sheet made me feel vulnerable. She looked more than comfortable in her faded T-shirt, while I felt awkward with my snarled hair and unwashed face.

  She sat next to me and drifted her hand over the side of my face. “How are you feeling?”

  “Okay, I guess.” I shrugged and closed my eyes, sighing while she massaged my head.

  When her lips met mine, I pulled back. “Morning breath.”

  Her snicker made me stomach clench. “Your morning breath isn’t a determent. I had my mouth on your cunt, remember?”

  My face burned. “I-I can’t believe you did that to me last night.”

  “What? Eat you out?” Her breathy chuckle made something sharp pinch in between my legs.

  “Even though I have….” I laid my palm on my lower stomach where the tell-tale signs of my condition intensified.

  “Going down on you was my choice. I don’t have any regrets. Do you, Lindsay?” She kissed my shoulder. “Are you glad I was your first?”

  I wasn’t sure what to expect for my first time. Definitely not this type of explosive lovemaking from Victoria. At least I considered it making love. She might think otherwise. I could have been one of many she de-virginized.

  She cupped my face and kissed me, the scent of mint wafting in. No morning breath from her. She caught my tongue with her teeth and bit down. I yelped more in surpris
e than in pain.

  “There’s so much I want to teach you.” She drew down the sheet until it pooled on my lap. She cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples.

  My head fell back across my shoulders, my pulse skyrocketing in my ears and drowning out my pants. All it took was one touch from Victoria and I was done for.

  One of her hands disappeared under the sheet and stroked between my legs. I winced, sore and sensitive there.

  “You’re wet, but it’s not because you’re aroused.” Disappointment clear in her voice, she removed her hand.

  “I want to do more but….” I lifted my hands in apology.

  “We’re expected for brunch in an hour, so it wouldn’t be wise to start something we couldn’t finish.” She kissed me and got off the bed. “We’ll take a shower together to save time.”

  “Us together?” My voice came out as squeak.

  She ran her fingers through my hair. “Yes, I want you to shower with me. I can help you wash those not so easy to reach places.”

  A playful Victoria pushed aside my self-consciousness. It would give me the chance to see her up close and personal and not in the muted darkness, drowning with passion.

  “I’ll take good care of you and make sure you don’t slip and fall.” She held out her hand.

  I took her hand, enclosing my fingers around hers. “I want to wash you also.”

  “We’ll compromise.” With a calculating grin, she tugged me in the bathroom.

  ***

  We were late to brunch. The long, steamy shower was exactly what I needed to help loosen my muscles and give me the boost of energy I needed. Victoria was meticulous with her washing, substituting her hands and mouth as a sponge in areas of my body that welcomed her, much like the night prior. By the time the water started running cold, I slouched against the tile wall, out of breath. Her way of compromising was letting me practice my kissing. But when I tried to echo what she did to me last night, she took control again and I ended up with my forehead on the wall, rocking on her fingers locked inside of me.

  We didn’t go our separate ways after our shower. Victoria sat me down in front of the vanity and did my makeup and hair. She was skilled with a brush, first styling my hair in an intricate twist on top of my head, and then using her own personal cosmetics, worked on my face.