“Are you sure this is secure?” Madison’s voice asks loud enough for all of us to hear while Chloe sets the phone on the table. I take a seat at another of the chairs.
“Hello, Madison,” Lila answers. “Congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you, but—”
“Middle of nowhere, mate. Jael is here, and we have camped far away from prying ears,” Chloe answers. “Speak your mind.”
“Did you see the headlines?”
“We did,” I say cutting to the chase. “As Lila said, congratulations, but when is the event?”
“Two weeks,” Madison answers. “Seemed no time to waste, and we are keeping it small.”
Lila raises her eyebrows. “Small? And Claire doesn’t mind?”
“Not in the least. Prefers it, thank God.”
Chloe laughs. “Sounds like you got off easy, mate. So, let me guess, Zena wants another meeting? To discuss the strategy around capturing Georgia?”
“In two days,” she answers. “Here in Los Angeles. So, you’ll need to hurry.”
Chloe tips her chair forward and stands. “I’m on it,” she says. “Anything else we need to know?”
“Nothing until the meeting,” Madison responds. “I’ll arrange a car to pick you up at the airport.”
“Thanks,” Chloe says reaching for the phone while glancing at me. “Anything you want to ask?”
I shake my head. “Nothing now.”
“Okay, then.” Chloe moves to disconnect and then pauses. A more solemn look comes into her eyes. “Congratulations, my good friend.”
“Thank you,” Madison replies.
“Give my love to Claire,” Lila chimes in, and I hear the smile in Madison's voice as she tells her she will. Then, the call is disconnected.
“Well, I’m off to make some phone calls,” Chloe says over her shoulder as she departs. “Try to actually sleep tonight. Busy days ahead.”
Then, she is gone, and I wonder at her advice guessing she has made the correct assumption Lila and I spend little time sleeping and more time putting our hands all over each other. It’s exactly what I plan to do again tonight, and I look at her with hunger in my eyes to make sure she knows it. When I see a glimmer of what can only be tears in her look, I get up and kneel beside her chair. Taking her hand, I feel my heart ache at seeing her sadness, already guessing why she is upset.
“Talk to me,” I implore, and she wipes at her eyes with a shake of her head.
“I’m being overly emotional. I’m sorry.”
“No,” I say standing and pulling her to me. She wraps her arms around my waist, her hold surprisingly tight. Almost desperate. There is no way to know what will happen once we leave the refuge of Chloe’s Hope’s Vale Station. Zena has yet to send word of any decisions about my reassignment. Perhaps she is waiting until we meet in person again, and this makes me even more nervous. Zena is the type of woman who would never hide behind an email to deliver something bad. It will be in person.
“Take me to bed,” I hear Lila whisper into my chest, and I kiss the top of her head. A tingle runs through me, even in the face of what could be a dire future. No woman has ever made me feel more alive or desired. I want our sex to be special tonight, and as I try to think of how, Lila pulls back. “I have a request.” Curious, I raise my eyebrows. Evidently, Lila wants this to be special too.
“What is it?”
She steps away from me and goes to her small suitcase on the stand near the bed. Reaching inside, she removes a box and takes something out of it. At first, I don’t see what she holds, so I come nearer. “I arranged a discreet purchase since we've been staying with Chloe,” she murmurs, and then I see what she holds. A strap-on. “And I want you to fuck me with this.” A rush of desire runs through me. Although I’ve worn them before many times, the thought of taking Lila with one is thrilling. A throb starts between my legs, even imagining what we are about to do.
With a smile, I take the toy from her. “I could want nothing more.”
21
I am already in the bed waiting for her when she comes to me. A propane lamp flickers a warm glow from the wooden nightstand beside the bed. All I have pulled over me is a thin white sheet as it is summer in Australia and a hot night. There is no doubt she can clearly tell what I am wearing. As she stands in the doorway of the tent’s small bedroom, her eyes travel to the rise in the sheet, and she pauses. I watch as she licks her lips, and anticipation lights up her eyes. Our sex so far is the best I’ve ever experienced, but somehow, I know tonight will be more intense. For her to go to the trouble to get me this toy… I have never felt more turned on or more wanted.
She is wearing her navy and gold kimono robe, something she puts on before bed every night, but tonight she has left it open. Inside the gap, I see a hint of burgundy and the shimmer of silk. As she moves closer, the fabric moves, and more is revealed to show me a corset and garters holding up black stockings. Now it is my turn to lick my lips. “I think you’ve been shopping for more than this strap on,” I murmur, and she tilts her head. The look is coy, and a playful smile crosses her face.
“I thought we should both have something special to wear tonight,” is her answer. “Do you mind?”
I chuckle. “I definitely don’t mind. Come here.” As I pull the sheet aside to invite her in beside me, she shrugs off the robe dropping it to the floor, and for a moment, I only stare. Her body is perfectly accented by the curves of the hourglass shape, lifting her breasts and narrowing her waist. I wanted her before, desire pulsing through me while I waited, but now it takes all my willpower to not forcefully pull her into the bed with me. Everything tells me she wants to take this slow, and I will do anything to give her what she wants.
Her eyes meet mine, and I see a sudden seriousness mixed in with the passion. “I plan to keep you up all night, Jael,” she says climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees. “This night needs to last forever.” At this, I sober a little too. I know why she feels that way, and I feel the same. Anything can happen after tonight. Zena's action is still unknown. Georgia DeLane is still on the loose. So many unpredictable elements, which makes this night all the more important to relish every moment. It might be our last.
I nod as Lila moves to straddle my legs, taking the shaft of the strap on in her hands. “Then that is what we will do,” I tell her before sucking in a breath as she applies downward pressure against my already sensitive clit. Unable to suppress a moan while she moves the base gently side to side over me, I watch her bite her lip.
“Can you come like this?” she asks, and I grit my teeth. I can, but I don’t want to. Not until she is riding me, and we can climax together. Still, I want to please her.
“Yes,” I growl. “Is that what you want?”
She’s quiet while she considers her answer, still rubbing me to the point my breath is starting to hitch, then shakes her head. “No, I want you to wait until you are ready to explode.”
“Then, you better stop doing that and kiss me.”
With a little laugh at the huskiness in my voice, she relents and crawls over my body, still on her hands and knees. As her hips pass above the shaft, she wiggles to taunt me but doesn't take it inside her. Instead, when we are face to face, she pauses, brushing her lips ever so faintly over mine. My patience is fading I want her so badly. Every part of me shivers with anticipation. “Kiss me,” I repeat, with more of an edge making it sound less like a request and more like a demand. Our eyes meet, and I see she likes how close I am to ravishing her. Any second, and I will grab her hips to drive deep inside. “I'm going to make you sorry for this teasing.”