Jennie

"Mom, are you sure you're okay with keeping her tonight?"

I put my cell phone on speaker, setting it down on the bathroom counter as I took a lock of my hair and ran the straightener through it. My inky long strands transformed from wavy curls to pin straight smoothness, and I loved the feeling.

"Honey, don't worry about it at all. We're going to make s'mores and watch movies, snuggle in my bed and then make pancakes in the morning. We're going to have a blast. You just have a good time."

My heart ached a little bit. I hadn't gotten a night on my own in probably … well since Lily had been born. She'd been with me every day since, a big issue to fight over when I'd been with DK. I just didn't like to leave her, but I knew that at this point, a single mommy night out was much needed.

"Well, all right. Maybe I'll come over for breakfast with you two. I love you, Mom. Can you put Lily on?" I took the time to layer two more coats of mascara on my eyelashes while I waited.

I heard some rustling in the background, and then a sigh. "She's playing tea party right now, and it would be rude to leave her guests, or so she tells me. She loves you, Jennie. Go have fun, we will be fine."

Mom hangs up before I can protest, and suddenly my apartment feels too big and quiet without my daughter. Parenthood, a blessing and a curse all rolled into one. You weren't supposed to say things like that out loud, but I knew it was a huge blessing most of the time.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I assessed my face. Not too bad for overtired and overworked. The last two weeks had been busy but rewarding; I was finally sinking into my groove, Lily had gone to her first week of preschool, but we couldn't get through the night without her climbing into my bed. One night, I'd accidentally set the fire alarm off and she'd had a complete meltdown, and it took me four hours to rock her to sleep.

I'd also dwelled unnecessarily on my failed date as the months changed and I didn't hear from Lisa at all.

So when Wendy had asked if I wanted to grab a drink on Friday night, I took my opportunity to be a twenty-seven-year-old for once.

Except now, I was majorly considering taking off the skinny jeans and off-the-shoulder shirt I'd donned and instead getting in the bath. Bubbles up to my neck, a glass of wine and an erotic novel … yeah, that might be a better night than a sweaty bar and strangers.

Sighing, because I'd given my word to Wendy, I went downstairs to call an Uber. If I was going out like a twenty-something, I was going to get drunk and need a taxi like a twenty-something.

"Hello," the driver greets me as I duck into the car ten minutes later. "Going to McFlannery's?"

"Yes, please." I knew of the bar, hadn't been there in a long time. Not since college. Resting my head against the seat, I watched Washington, DC fly past me in blurs of light.

All too soon, the car is pulling up outside the bar. I thank my driver and get out, standing on the curb waiting for Wendy. I send off a text to my mom, letting her know I arrived, and then a hand is on my arm.

"Hey, girl! You look great."

Wendy's blond hair brushes my cheek as she leans in for a friendly greeting, and I hug her back. She's dressed in a cute sundress, maybe too revealing for an early May night, but she looks amazing. Blue flowers dot the dress, and she's wrapped her golden locks into one of those sleek chignons that I can never pull off. Her blue eyes are lined with makeup, and she is easily the most gorgeous girl when we enter the bar.

"It's packed in here!" I couldn't help but swivel my gaze around the room.

"What have you, been living under a rock? No … don't answer that. It's a yes, a Seattle rock. Don't worry girl, we'll get you back into the city life." She patted me on the back like I was some wounded duckling.

The grin that stretched my face was genuine, and I couldn't help but follow her as she commandeered two seats at the bar. The room teemed with people, energy and rock music bouncing off the walls. I let my body feel it, let the freeness of the night soak into my veins.

"Two tequila shots, and two Crown apples on the rocks." Wendy slammed her hand down on the bar as if telling the shaggy-looking bartender to hop to it.

I slid onto my stool. "Wow, you're not wasting any time, huh?"

"It's Friday night, time to let loose. Plus, we had a long week. God, I hate giving those reports, I'm so fucking glad it's over." She shakes her head, not looking at me but at the men sitting around the bar.

"I think you're jaded from sitting in an office for so long. You need to go out and visit some of the parks." Part of the reason why I loved my job so much was that I knew where my efforts were going. I'd been in the parks, seen the good that could be done.

"Ew, bugs and dirt. No thank you!" The bartender sets our drinks down, and Wendy raises her shot glass to my own, signaling for me to up-end it.

I do, cringing before I tip it back and the tequila burns my throat. Instantly, I remember how much I hate this liquor, as the shivers and near-vomit feeling take me over. Coming up for air, I sputter and cough, grabbing the closest thing to me. Which just happens to be the apple-flavored whiskey on the rocks. I gulp it, coughing more as that burns too.

"Jeez, we need to train you a little better, huh?" Wendy's eyes sparkle with humor.

I finally catch my breath, straightening in my chair. "You work for the national parks, and you can't stand nature?"

She waves her hand as if to say whatever. "No one ever said you have to like your job. That's why it's a job. Now, which one do you think is cute?"

I look around us, checking out all of the men crowding the bar. Sure, there are some who peak my interest, but I'm so discouraged after the date with Lisa that I'd rather just get drunk tonight.

"Count me out, but I'll be a great wing woman if you need me."

Wendy swivels her stool towards me. "Bad time with an ex?" Her eyes are all sympathy.

"Actually, no. Which is surprising, since my ex, DK, and I were together for eight years. He gave me my daughter, Lily, I showed you her picture … but by the end I think that we just didn't love each other. We weren't even friends to be honest, but the split was amicable."

"So then why the sourpuss? I have a long history of breakups and breakdowns, and if I'm out here trying to find 'The One,' or at least one for right now, then you should be too."

I sigh, taking another sip of my drink. The alcohol makes my veins buzz, and I kind of like it. "I had a pretty terrible date last month."

"Terrible as in, he picked you up on his bike and then cried at dinner while talking about his cat that just died? 'Cause yeah, that happened to me once."

I almost spit my drink I laugh so hard. "Okay well, not that bad. Although that sounds horrid! And no, it's she. She acted like she could handle having Lily come along with us, and at the first sight of tears, she couldn't have sprinted fast enough to get away from us. I get it, some people our age are just starting to have kids, or have no interest in them at all. But come on, grow a sack. Lily's a toddler for fuck's sake. Part of me just wishes she wouldn't have even pretended to be okay with it in the first place."

Wendy nods solemnly. "That sucks, hon, I'm sorry. She's an idiot, but it doesn't mean there isn't someone out there who wouldn't be a nice match. Oh! We should get you on some dating apps."

I shiver, shaking my head. "Absolutely not. The guys on there are either looking to get between your thighs or into your bank account."

"That's kind of true. Okay, whatever. I'll flirt then, and you wing woman me!" Her voice was so optimistic, I had to chuckle.

While she flirted with the men around us, or plotted her next conquest, I quietly sipped my drink, surveying the bar. As hard as it was to leave Lily, I had to admit that I'd needed this. The energy of the bar infused youth back into my veins, and made the problems untangle from my hair for just a few hours.

It was also hilarious to watch the mating activities of men and women trying to pick each other up. How it was initiated, who bought a drink for whom, how long it took before they were either making out on the dance floor or moving on to the next partner.

"Hey there." A cute blond slid up to Wendy, a beer bottle in his hand.

They started to talk, her giving off all of the body language that said, 'I'm interested but not easy.' I had to admit, girl knew how to play it.

"Do you want a drink, he's going to get us a round?" Wendy winked, her face turned towards me and away from him.

Not one to refuse a free drink, especially from someone I wasn't complicity agreeing to sleep with, I nodded. "I'll take a glass of white wine."

"I like your friend's style." Blond guy smiled, and I knew he was trying to score brownie points with Wendy by being nice to her friend.

Why did dating have to be this scoreboard of keeping track and counter moves? I was exhausted just watching it.

"Oh, here's my friend. This is Wendy and … I'm sorry I never got your name." Blond guy ushers someone else up to the bar, and my first sip of wine tastes like sour grapes on my tongue.

"Lisa." I can't help but spit her name out.

"Wait, your name is Lisa? How funny is that … my friend's here..." Blond guy tips his head to the side.

"No, you idiot, her name is not Lisa. Hi, Jennie." The brown-haired girl with the strong jaw and dimple in her cheek raises an awkward hand in greeting.

"No shit, you're Jennie. Nice to meet you, I'm Bambam." Lisa's friend sticks his hand out for me to shake.

"Hi, nice to meet you." My mouth is dry as I shake his hand, my eyes trained on the girl who took me on a date and never called again.

"You two know each other?" Wendy looks way too excited about this possibility.

I can tell Lisa is about to speak, her clover green eyes unsure of what to say, so I cut in. "We're old acquaintances from college. Good to see you again."

My tone is as normal as possible when the lie comes out, and I do it for Wendy's sake. I'm trying to have a fun night, be her wing woman, and I don't need any drama concerning our unsuccessful date and her allergy to children's temper-tantrums.

"So, what brings you girls out to McFlannery's?" Bambam breaks the tense silence.

"Well, we work together and I needed to get Jennie out, she just moved back to the city. How about you all?"

Lisa sips on a beer and tries to stay behind Bambam, her eyes flitting to me every once in a while. This is … weird and awkward. But I also can't keep my tipsy gaze off of her. She looks gorgeous; like a sparkly diamond of deliciousness in a bar full of rocks.

"We live in the building next door, not together though. We're far too established to be roommates." Bambam rolls his eyes and Lisa chuckles quietly.

I sit on my stool, directing my attention elsewhere as Wendy and Bambam get deep into conversation. My night is suddenly dimmer, the alcohol feeling sluggish in my veins rather than giving me an upping kind of buzz.

And then she blocks my view of the other side of the bar. "I just wanted to come over and apologize for what happened last month."


Lisa

Slim, toned arms gripping a glass of nearly clear liquid. Hair black as a midnight sky sweeping halfway down her back. Eyes lined with coal, shining in the dim light of the bar.

Jennie is practically edible, and here I am, making some lame-ass apology.

"Oh, Lisa, it's not a big deal, really." She flips an errant strand of silky dark hair over her shoulder.

I move in closer when the couple next to us pushes me, my body coming dangerously close to hers. "I feel like an ass, so let me apologize. It wasn't cool of me to make you think that I was completely comfortable and calm with kids, even if Lily is an awesome little girl. To be honest, I know nothing about kids, I'm basically the Simon Cowell of child rearing. And it wasn't cool not to call you after, even if it did go poorly. Which we both know it did."

I hoped my honesty was okay for her, because I couldn't be someone I wasn't. I couldn't stand here the entire night while Bambam macked on her girlfriend, pretending that we hadn't had a shitty date.

A smile peeks out from the corner of Jennie's mouth, and she takes the last sip of her white wine. "Lisa ... thank you for the apology. It's nice to get some closure on it, but seriously, don't worry about it. We had one date, we never agreed to get married. I'm not looking for another parent for Lily. I'm not even looking for a girlfriend if it doesn't work out in my life right now. Seriously, you're off the hook."

Her amicable nature makes me release the breath I'm holding, and move the hands that were positioned in front of my nuts, just in case she decided to kick them. Believe me, I'd had it happen before when I was unnecessarily honest with a girl. Why was it that honesty got you a smack in the junk, while lying to some women kept them coming back for more?

"All right, good. So ... friends?" I shrug, holding out my hand.

"Such a lame peace treaty, but sure, why not?" Her mocha eyes sparkle.

"And since our friends seem to be minutes away from humping each other in the bathroom, how about I buy you a drink? I have a feeling you don't get the opportunity to come out by yourself much."

She scoots up on her stool, snorting as Wendy and Bambam get closer and closer to each other. "I rarely get time to shower by myself, so yeah, this is a total fluke. I'll take another glass of chardonnay, since you're offering."

And dammit, now I was picturing her in the shower. Slim body, water sluicing over that beauty mark on her face. I wonder if she had any other hidden beauty marks to find ...

Fuck. Get a hold of yourself, girl.

I order her drink and try to keep a safe space between us, since my dick apparently loved the word friends and perked up even more when it was used in association with Jennie.

"So, did you have any ranger emergencies this week?" I smirk.

During our trip to the zoo, Jennie had filled me in a little more on what she does. And I'd teased her, like a typical guy trying to flirt, about how there definitely couldn't be anything more tame than being a park ranger in a national park.

"Actually, ya jerk, I did. We had a missing hiker in California, and I had to be in contact with the rangers there for forty-eight hours until we found her. Safely, thank God."

I nodded. "That's great, Jennie. I'm sure you're a force of nature in your job."

She giggled, sipping on her wine. "Was that a national park joke, Lisa? So lame! Almost as lame as a fully grown woman driving an ice cream truck around."

I put my hands over my heart like she'd shot me. "You wound me! My humor is almost as cold as my freezers though, it's true."

I ordered another beer, downing the third I'd been holding in my hand. McFlannery's felt different tonight, more on than it ever had been before. Or maybe it was just because I was sitting next to her.

"They aren't fucking in the bathroom yet, by the way. Should we separate them?" Jennie leans into me conspiratorially, and I almost swallow my tongue when she says the word fuck.

The word off her cherry lips makes my balls draw up tight, blood surging below my waist.

"Let the kids be kids." I wink, gulping down the new beer the bartender hands me.

"I haven't been here since college. Seems like ages ago …" She swivels her head, trying to look at memories I can't see with my own eyes.

"I had some fun nights in this bar as a college kid. And a few drunken nights spent on the steps of the monuments that are a tad blurry." I laugh, remembering my own glory days.

"It's funny, I don't remember you from the fitness center. Did we ever talk?" Her wine glass is almost empty now.

It might be the beer, or the fact that she isn't looking at me with that 'you spilled my daughter's milk' expression anymore … but my tongue loosens.

"Well, I remember you. Always coming in wearing those spandex Madison shorts on, all legs and long hair. I think I said hi to you once as you came out of the locker room, and you gave me some fuck off smile."

Her mouth gapes. "You were checking me out, huh? Now I know you for the real stalker you are. Are you sure you didn't GPS my mom's address?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die. I'm just a gentle stalker."

She gives me a light-hearted side eye. "Yeah, okay, I'll buy it, but just this once. Don't worry about the fuck off smile, I was probably just pumping some Rick Ross in my headphones and it was getting me jacked up."

"He is the biggest boss, so I don't blame you."

We both smile, one of those moments where you were having a fun, bantering conversation but then neither person knew how to continue it.

"Should we all get out of here?" Jennie's blond friend, Wendy, I think, turns towards us for the first time in forty minutes.

I look at Jennie, her eyes unsure but confident at the same time. I'm not cocky enough to think she'll go anywhere with me, and I for once don't want to push my charm.

"We're actually going to stay here for another drink. But you two go ahead." I nod at Bambam, who winks over Wendy's head.

Why do I feel like I'm going to hear animal noises from the apartment next door tonight?

"You sure, Jen? I don't have to leave."

She places a hand on her friend's arm, and holds up two fingers on the other. "Wing woman's honor, I must not cock block. Go, I'll be fine. I'll Uber home and call you in the morning."

The two horny blonds leave, Bambam's hand practically down the back of her jeans before they're even out of the bar.

"Gosh, I miss that." Jennie sighs as she watches them go.

"What? Drunken hookups?" I snort, knowing Bambam's MO.

She hit my arm. "No! I guess, just the possibility of something new. The mysterious excitement. The newness of experiencing someone the first time."

The words out of her mouth made it sound fucking poetic, and suddenly I missed those things too. Even though I was sure I'd never felt them.

"Well, if you're looking for it, there is a rather decent piece of man meat right in front of you." I cheesily pointed to myself.

Her eyes squinted, like she was considering me, and her mouth puckered up.

"Hmm, okay. Yeah. Let's do this."

I swear, I almost choked. "Wha … what?"

"It's my single night out, and I feel like doing something a little crazy. I know you're only a gentle stalker, which is okay on my list, and you are pretty nice to look at. So, are you going to take me home?"

I don't know what God I had to get down on my knees for and thank, but I promised myself I'd do it tomorrow. I'd cut off my right hand in some Pagan sacrifice if that's what it took to be rewarded with this one night, this one moment, right here.

Grabbing her hand, I started running from the bar with her in tow. Jennie's tinkling laugh filled my ears.

"Quick, let's get you upstairs before I turn back into a pumpkin, or however that Disney movie goes."

"First she drives an ice cream truck, and now she's quoting Disney movies. You sure you're not just a big kid yourself?"

Flinging open the door to my building, I turn for a split-second and face her. "Oh, you'll see just how big I am."

Giggles fall on my ears as I impatiently jam the buttons for the elevator.


Jennie

Our connection was a mix between her leading me to her apartment, frantic kissing, hysterical laughing, and clumsy movements fueled by alcohol.

When we finally made it inside her door, she waved her hand around. "Welcome to my humble abode."

I surveyed the place, bachelorette the only word coming to my mind, but at least it was clean. A medium-sized two bedroom with an open concept; her bedroom out of sight, the living room space in the middle, and a kitchen on the other end. Moderate furnishings, decent light, some personal affects … it was nice.

But I wasn't here to talk, or examine the decor. Boldness and a dry spell compelled me forward, into her arms. My mouth found hers, our lips meeting and greeting. I navigated her mouth, her tongue, testing the pressure of her nibbles and reveling in the tiny bites she was laying along the seams of my mouth.

"Did you want a glass of wine or something?" Lisa breathed between kisses, her body pressing mine into the wall by the front door.

"You already locked down the sale, I don't need an after-drinks drink." I pushed the hem of her T-shirt up, feeling the smooth, hot skin beneath.

The excitement at my fingertips traveled south, sending a jolt between my legs. Lisa's fingers moved up and into my hair, massaging my scalp as her tongue danced with my own. Sensation covered me everywhere, making my flesh hypersensitive.

"Then let me take you to the bedroom part of this tour. Please keep all hands inside the vehicle—"

I snorted before shutting her up with my mouth again. She moved us, swaying and circling me towards her queen-sized bed. I was too tipsy to notice if it was made or not, but it smelled all right and I was horny, so my judgment zipped its lips.

It had been a long, dry spell … almost like the Sahara Desert of sex droughts. Even though I'd had a boyfriend, it had been eight long months without action, and too many nights of using my own fingers while pretending to take a bath.

Once in her darkened bedroom, I sit down on the bed, my hands on Lisa's hips as she stares down at me like she's about to make a meal of my body. A shudder of anticipation runs along my spine, and I quickly toe out of my heels, sending them across the room with a kick. That must spur her, because all of a sudden she's gently pushing me back and climbing over me.

"Ah, do you know the fantasies I had about freshman you?" She pushes a lock of hair behind my ear, and it felt more intimate than the dirty fuck I had in mind.

"Please, show me." It was a half-joke, half-plea.

In one fell swoop, she pulled her shirt and sports bra off using one hand to grab the material from behind her head.

"You've got to be kidding me. That is some Magic Mike shit." I couldn't help but laugh as she bit my neck.

"Stay tuned for the show, baby." Lisa stood, and I swallowed my humor.

Abs running across a long, tapered torso danced in my gaze. Strong shoulders, the kind you could hang onto in case of flood or famine, or very rough sex, gave way to arms that had definitely been worked on at the boxing. Her hair was mussed where my hands had been playing in it.

"Unbutton your pants." Her voice wasn't joking anymore, and my arousal shot through the roof.

I flicked the button on my jeans, the hiss of my zipper resonating in the air. Slowly she bent down, picking up my legs that were hanging off the side of the bed. Her fingers met my bare feet, tickling and sending licks of fire up my thighs. Lisa pulled, the look on her face lethal, and I shimmied my jeans as she pried them off. Past my hips they went, revealing the blush pink cotton thong I had on. And all the way down, until Lisa was throwing them to the floor beside her.

"God damn, Jennie …" She bit her lip, still standing in front of me, not touching a part of my body but making me wet anyway.

"Are you going to show me those fantasies, or not?" My voice was a croak, and I realized that the panting in my ears was my own.

I wasn't usually this impulsive, but the past six months of my life had laughed in my face and showed me that apparently, I could be a daredevil. I'd dared to leave Seattle, breaking off a relationship with the only man I'd ever loved in search of something more, something that would grab me by the hair and make me feel alive. I'd dared to take a new position, one that I'd never dreamed of attaining. I'd dared to show my daughter how a boss female was supposed to act. I'd dared to become a single mom, and figure out all the details of my life on my own.

And now I was daring to hook up with the hot semi-acquaintance that I'd gotten off on the wrong foot with. It wasn't perfect, but it sure was sexy and freeing. The Jennie who once was would have never done something this irresponsible; normally, I would have gone home early to my mother's and snuggled up with Lily. But something about this night, something about this year and being home, something about this woman … it all felt right in a cosmic sort of way.

Kind of like when your horoscope revealed the exact thing you were looking for. They always knew, those astrology gods.

Her grin was cocky as she moved over me, her hands landing on either side of my head as I scooted back on the mattress. I wrapped my legs around her waist, shamelessly grinding my pelvis against hers as she settled between my thighs.

"You have no idea how good this feels." I felt my eyes rolling back in my head.

"I can make it feel better."

A hand snakes down my bare shoulder, onto my stomach where my shirt has risen up, and kneads my hip. Tiny sizzles of electricity shoot straight to my clit, the blood pumping and making me squirm. And then her blunt finger tips are pushing past the thin boundary of my underwear, and moving down, trapping her hand between us.

"Yes, yes … God, yes." I'm loud, I know it, but I can't help it.

I haven't had someone's hands on me in far too long, and Lisa knows how to use hers as she strokes my wetness, swirling it around my core and then plunging a finger inside. So close, she had me right there so quickly, the ball of nerves bunching close and winding so tight …

"Oh my God!"

White bursts at the edge of my vision, Lisa's fingers pressing down on the button that was making my entire body shake with ecstasy.

"Wow, I think that's a new record for me." Her deep voice growled in my ear, and I could feel something big, oh prefect. Her hard-on pressed through her jeans and onto my thigh.

I had to catch my breath, the orgasm taking a toll on my entire system. "It's been a while."

Lisa worked on the buttons on my top, her green eyes staring at my face as she worked. "I can't even imagine why. At the risk of being seriously corny, I would devour you every single night."

Her words didn't make me laugh, but made me blush. And made me want more. While she worked on my shirt, I reached down for her belt, struggling to free it as she laid on top of me.

"Can you just get naked already?" I couldn't work her pants off.

"I thought you'd never ask." Lisa stood up again, and I took the opportunity to rid myself of my bra and thong.

While I wasn't a spring chicken, I had made a human with my body, I thought I looked pretty good. Aside from my C-section scar, I'd never been particularly shy when it came to my body. And apparently, Lisa liked what she saw.

"Jesus …" Her eyes burned in the dim light of the apartment, nothing but the hall light near the door illuminating us.

Keeping those green orbs glued to my body, she pushed her pants and boxers down as one, her cock springing free and proudly bobbing as it jutted from her body. I tracked its movements as she walked to her bedside table, pulling a condom from it and rolling it on. She was big, thick and hard as a steel pipe.

I couldn't wait to have her inside me.

My core throbbed as she tracked me, the primal scent in the air like some kind of jungle. I almost giggled, but the need for her to get on this bed and fuck the living shit out of me was too strong. I could feel myself squirming, my nipples knotting.

"God damn," Lisa's growl hisses in my ear as she enters me.

Her cock plunges deep, her hips meeting mine and driving me into the bed. My walls mold around her, my legs spreading wide and then wrapping around her hips. I can't control the moan that bursts from my mouth, the feeling so exquisite that I can't help but close my eyes and relish it for a few seconds.

"You feel …" I can't even finish the sentence.

Her eyes meet mine, our faces pressed close as she starts to move, slowly at first and then deeper, harder. I grip those shoulders that are the perfect anchor, moving my hips up to meet her on every down stroke.

"I want to see your body move."

In one flash second, Lisa is rolling us over, perfectly positioning me on top, her dick spearing me from the inside. It's like a perfect porn move, one I never thought was possible, and I can't help but grin at her cocky smirk as she grips my waist, moving me ever so slightly.

"You're really pulling out the big moves, huh?" I couldn't help but grind on her, my clit pressing against her in the most delicious way.

"I just really wanted to do this." Her hands move to my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples in a move that has jolts spiraling to my core.

"Keep doing it." I plant my hands on her chest, tilting my head to the ceiling and taking control.

"That's it, ride me, Jennie." Her voice is a prayer, a command.

I follow instructions at my own rhythm, working everything out on her, taking my pleasure without asking a thing. My legs shake, my hands grip the sexy hair running down Lisa's happy trail, and I keep moving myself up and down on her, her hardness hitting every single spot that makes me see stars. My toes curl, and the heat licking down my spine has me chasing that ever elusive combustion.

All of a sudden, my breasts are smashing into her chest, my chin fitting right down in the crook of her neck. I'm trapped, unable to move.

"What …"

"Feel the way I have the control now?" One hand bound my wrists behind my back, tight enough to where I couldn't break free, but loose enough to know she was playing a sexy little game.

I'd never been much into anything kinky, I'd only ever slept with one person before DK and everything had been … well, vanilla.

In just a matter of seconds, I'd learned that there was nothing vanilla about Lisa Manoban.

"Let me move you, Jennie." Her other hand, strong and firm, gripped my ass, the fingers tapping on my right butt cheek as she moved my hip for me.

I could barely speak I was so turned on, the struggle of letting her have control and fighting for every tiny sliver of sensation was making my heart pound out of my chest. Her hand locked around my wrists, my entire body flush against her, submitting to the will of her hands.

"Yes … please …" My words were nonsensical, the way she'd taken over everything swamping me with a hazy lust.

"You're going to come again? Let me feel it, because you're about to make me come …" Her jaw tics as my body grinds on top of her.

Who had the control now?

Her declaration makes me sprint over that cliff again, my orgasm slamming into me. My limbs go rigid and then lax with wild abandon, every ounce of ecstasy washing over me.

"Right there …" Lisa bucks up into me, her movements making my pleasure go on and on and on.

She lets out a feral growl, her hold on my ass gripping tighter while she hurls my body down onto her, holding it while her muscles tense and contract, and then repeating the motion. My vision feels hazy as I tilt my head to watch her, the gorgeous, Adonis-like quality of her making my heart pound a little harder.

Heaving a sigh as I burrow more into her chest, I let the aftershocks of a second glorious orgasm wrack my body. Lisa's arms come around me, her cheek pressed to the crown of my head.

We stay like that for a long time, until sleep steals over my consciousness. And I drift peacefully, thinking that I got what I truly needed, and perhaps something I wasn't looking for.