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.She slipped and slid on the grass, her ass sliding.“Come on.Let go, now.I’ve got you.” Rose pushed and pushed, the coil of heat inside her so big that it made her want to scream.So she did.Jane threw her head back and yelled out her orgasm, shaking hard.“Mmm.” Rose settled on top of her, grinning like a newborn fool, fingers still moving gently, drawing the pleasure out.“God, baby.You’re definitely fully recovered.”“I am.I told you I was.” Rose laughed, tongue flicking the tip of her nipple, leaving it wet and shining in the sunlight.“You’ve been treating me like glass, which is nice, but sometimes I just want to feel everything.”“Well, you can be sure I’ll be my old self from now on.” Jane moved fast, pushing Rose down on the ground.“We need to get that strap-on.”“Oh, fuck yes.I want you to take me.Want to ride you.”“Right now I want to taste you.” Jane slipped down between Rose’s thighs, spreading them roughly.No more acting like Rose was fragile.Shoving the gauzy skirt out of the way, Jane moaned as milky inner thighs came into view, the auburn curls framing that sweet pussy glistening with Rose’s need.“Mmm.No panties.Naughty girl.”“I was thinking about you.Wanting you.”“That makes me so horny, baby.” She licked at the tops of Rose’s thighs.They were slick and tart, proof of how much her girl wanted.She dragged her tongue along Rose’s slit, moving it slow and easy, gathering up the rich honey that was her lady.She wanted Rose to feel everything.Wanted her crazy.Sweet tartness made her eyes cross, but more than that, it was the sound—low and filled with a happy hunger that winged up in the air, this amazing song just for her.She hummed along, digging her fingers in against Rose’s pale skin, knowing she’d see marks afterward.Rose didn’t let her tease long, hips tilting and demanding attention to that swollen, sensitive nub.She lapped softly before letting her teeth drag, just barely, drawing a scream.Jane settled in, knowing it would be a short but bumpy ride.She cupped Rose’s fine ass in her palms, thumbs pressing deep as she nibbled and sucked, determined to bring her girl over the edge.When she pushed her tongue inside Rose, she felt the tremors start, felt the flutter of those strong muscles.Good girl.Come on.Let me have you.Rose rode her hard, fingers scrabbling in the grass as the waves of shudders took that slender body.The violence of Rosie’s orgasm made her shout a little herself, knowing their world had snapped back into place.They were healed, both of them.They slumped to the ground, and the laughter started, soft at first, then harder, both of them cackling as Rose tugged her up, kissed her, tongue cleaning her lips.“Fuck.” She tickled Rose’s ribs, happy as she could ever remember being.“Mmm.As soon as I can order a strap-on, lover.” The light poured over them, warm and golden, and Rose’s pretty eyes reflected the sun.Suddenly Rose’s head tilted, almost as if she’d heard a distant whistle.“Hey, can I ask you a question? Is Jane your given name or did you choose it?”“It’s actually Jeanette.My mom was Cajun.” Jane grinned.“What about Rose?”“I’m Lily Grace.You know, pure.Innocent.”Lily Grace.Christ on a crutch.“I think I’ll call you Rose.” Her girl wasn’t a waxy, gawky Lily, no way, no how.“I think that, as long as you keep calling, I’ll cope.” Rose kissed her.“Let’s go into town and buy some cherries and some plums.”Jane hauled her ass up off the ground before tugging Rose up too.“And some stinky cheese.” She wrapped her arm around Rose’s waist, hugged her girl tight.“Then maybe we can go to our little target range and shoot something.You know how hot it makes me.”“Oh, you and your guns.I suppose I could get a little knife-throwing practice in.” Rose grinned so hard her nose wrinkled.“After all, you never know when we’d have to take this semiretired circus act on the road, hmm?”“Always have a go bag ready,” they said together, laughing.You could take the girls out of the spy business.They went inside and changed clothes and brushed hair.Then Rose set to checking the monitors while she reset the security measures in the computer before grabbing a woven shopping bag with its Glock hidden in the hollow bottom and heading out to shop.But you couldn’t take the assassin out of the girls.About BA TortugaI enjoy indulging in the shallow side of life, with hobbies that include collecting margarita recipes, hot tub dips, and ogling hot guys at the beach.A connoisseur of the perverse and esoteric, I spend my days among dusty tomes of ancient knowledge or, conversely, surfing porn sites in the name of research.Mixing the natural-born Southern propensity for sarcasm and the environmental Western straight-shooting sensibility, I do my damnedest to produce mainstream fiction, literary erotica and fine works of pure, unadulterated smut.With characters ranging from supernatural demons to modern-day cowboys, alternative illustrated men to Victorian dandies, the addiction to history and atmosphere is ever-present, and laced through the sensual pleasure.My latest projects include werewolves, rodeo cowboys and fist-fighting rednecks.BA welcomes comments from readers.You can find both websites and email addresses on BA’s author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.Tell Us What You ThinkWe appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books.You can email the author directly or you can email us at Service@ellorascave.com (when contacting Customer Service, be sure to state the book title and author).Also by BA TortugaAlpha CallMating CallEllora’s Cave Publishingwww.ellorascave
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