36

So Wrong

Kelly’s room was dark when Angel slipped inside. Angel pressed the door closed with her palms, wincing when the lock engaged with a loud click. She waited, breath trapped, until she was sure she hadn’t been heard.

Then she padded over the carpet and sank down beside Kelly’s bed, putting her chin on her crossed arms.

The woman still faced the door. There was no indication that she’d even moved in the three — or was it four? — hours since Drew had helped her into the bed.

Angel peered at Kelly’s face from a few inches away.

What did he find so fascinating about her? Granted, she looked good for the middle-aged nobody that she was. The only telltale sign of her age were the tiny lines at the corner of her eyes. The furrows beside her mouth where she smiled.

“Hey, you awake?”

The woman stirred, said something unintelligible, and turned over in her sleep.

Angel smiled, laid a hand on the woman’s shoulder, and slowly drew the blanket down.

Drew had left her bra on, reasons unknown. Angel undid the clasp and slipped the piece of frilly underwear off, giving her head a rueful shake.

Didn’t Kelly know men didn’t appreciate underwear? There was nothing sexy about a woman lounging around in lingerie.

But if you were naked…

Her smile deepened. Poor Kelly. The woman knew nothing about men. How to keep them. How to make them happy. Maybe Drew wanted Kelly to be his trophy wife — the one he took to barbecues and work functions. Her, he’d keep at home. Locked in his dungeon. His plaything, to take out whenever he needed — wanted — her.

But she didn’t want to be his plaything. She wanted him to take her out with him. Wouldn’t it be fun? She’d give his colleagues a boner every time she leaned over to whisper something in Drew’s ear.

He’d love it; he just didn’t know it.

“It’s so warm in here, Miss Prissy.” Angel’s hand slid under the blanket and over the woman’s jeans. “Aw, he didn’t even take your pants off?” She clucked her tongue. “Men. Can’t live with ‘em…”

Her words trailed away as she slid into the bed behind Kelly.

“Let’s get these off,” she whispered into the woman’s ear.

Kelly stirred again. “Drew?”

Angel laughed. “Sure.” She grappled with the buttons on Kelly’s jeans and gently tugged the fabric down the woman’s legs. “There, that’s better.”

Kelly mumbled something that sounded like thanks, then shifted and lay a clumsy hand on Angel’s thigh. “Stay with me.”

“On our first night?” Angel gasped softly. “You slutty little whore.”

“Mmm?”

“I said I’d love nothing more.” Angel put her lips to Kelly’s ear and made her voice deep. “Are you tired?”

“Little,” Kelly mumbled. “Drunk.”

“Yeah, I know.” Angel licked the woman’s ear. “That’s on me. See, I don’t like the way he looks at you, understand?”

“Huh?” Kelly made as it to turn around, but Angel slid her hand over the woman’s hips and down the front of her silky panties.

“Ssh. Go back to dreamland.”

Kelly moaned when she touched the woman. “Yes,” she murmured, turning onto her back. “Yes, Drew.”

“Idiot,” Angel muttered. “You really think some guy would know your shit this well?”

But Kelly didn’t seem to hear her; the woman arched, letting out a low moan. Angel hurriedly put her hand over the woman’s mouth.

“Quiet.”

Kelly moaned in response. In the dark, Angel didn’t know if the woman’s eyes were open or closed; but even if they were, it was as black as the inside of a dead cat in this room with the shades drawn.

She slid a finger inside Kelly, cocked her eyebrows when she felt how wet the woman was.

“You’re really hard up on him, ain’t you?” she murmured. “I’m almost sorry I took him away. But you’ll find someone else, I promise. Sometime. Maybe in an old age home or something.”

“Drew?” Kelly’s thighs snapped closed. “What… Who—”

“Oh, relax, bitch.” Angel slid on top of the woman and bent down so their faces were close enough that she could feel the woman’s breath on her mouth. “I feel bad, okay? Drew’s stringing you along, you know that, right? So unless you brought a rabbit with you, this pussy isn’t seeing any action this weekend.”

“Oh my God!” Kelly bucked. “What the—? Get off me!”

She slapped her hand over the woman’s mouth again. “Do you want to wake him up?”

Kelly’s hips thrust up, and the woman began clawing at Angel’s face.

“Jesus, don’t get hysterical. I’m doing you a favor.”

Kelly’s hips fell back, but then she bucked up again. When she touched her again, the moan that came out of Kelly’s mouth wasn’t in protest.

“Yeah, that’s better.” Angel put her mouth down by Kelly’s ear. “Pretend it’s him if it’ll make this easier.”

When she took her hand away from Kelly’s mouth, the woman took a long, unsteady breath.

“You can’t—” but she interrupted herself with a moan and a breathless, “Oh God.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Angel straddled her, tweaking the woman’s nipple as she trailed her hand down to her own sex.

“I can’t—this is wrong,” Kelly murmured, her hips bucking in blatant defiance of the statement. “So wrong.”

“What makes it so hot, Miss Prissy.”

“Miss what?” But her voice was as unsteady as her breath.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” She began moving her fingers slower.

Kelly moaned, bucked hard. A hand crashed into Angel’s stomach, slid down, tentatively touched her.

Angel lifted herself slightly off the woman’s stomach. “Much obliged.”

Kelly stiffened, but her hips were still thrusting up and down like she really was imagining it was Drew on top of her. Her own efforts were a bit clumsy; she missed her clit more often than she found it — so Angel grabbed her wrist and helped her fingers find their way inside her.

“Gosh, you’d swear you never fucked a girl before,” she murmured, shifting so Kelly’s fingernails wouldn’t scrape her.

“Sorry,” the woman said.

“Harder. There ya go. Now faster.” She tossed back her head, smiling in silent victory at the invisible ceiling.

Oh God, if Drew could see them now. It’d probably give him wet dreams for months to come.

Except he wouldn’t. Kelly wouldn’t breathe a word of this to him, probably because she’d think it was like cheating or some shit. Her own moan was soft, stifled by the muscles cording in her neck.

She grabbed Kelly’s wrists, shoving them against the headboard as she leaned down.

“Let’s get something straight.” She found the woman’s mouth, bit her lip hard enough to bruise. “Mr. Sugar is mine. Signed, sealed, delivered. I don’t need you — or anyone — interfering with that. Got it?”

Kelly was quiet for so long, she almost didn’t think the woman would speak again. Was she that traumatized that a girl had just given her such a fantastic orgasm?

Probably.

“He told me you were over.”

“Over?” What the hell was the woman on about?

“Well—” Kelly exhaled softly. “Actually — he said there was nothing to get over because you’d never been anything to him.”

She released the woman’s hands and slid off her, using the edge of the bed sheet to wipe herself dry. “You’re talking shit, lady.”

“Why would I lie?” came Kelly’s voice. There were sounds of shifting linen as if she was sitting up. “What would that—”

“So you can have him to yourself.”

“He said you were going back to NYU as soon as the term started. That you were just staying here a few days longer because you had nowhere else to go.”

Angel laughed, but it didn’t sound right in her ears. She fumbled for the nightstand and found the bedside lamp. Switched it on. Kelly blinked in the light, holding up a hand to shield herself. The other was gripping the sheet to her throat.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“That’s what he said, Angel.” Kelly shrugged. “I wouldn’t—”

“You’re lying!” she yelled. “You fucking bitch; now that you can’t have him, now no-one can?”

She heard her words — so childlike, so pitiful — and clamped her lips closed.

Kelly sat forward, stretching out a hand. “Oh, honey—”

“Don’t you fucking—” Angel slapped away her hand and reared from the bed, stabbing a finger at the woman. “You fucking whore, don’t you dare—” but then her voice became too tight to speak.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Why did she feel like her body was about to turn on the Niagra falls of waterworks?

“Angel, it’s okay. It’s better—”

“We’re getting married!” she yelled.

Her heart pounded against her ribs like it wanted to escape. She backed up to the door, fumbling behind her for the handle, trying to force Kelly’s pitying gaze from her mind.

“Ask him. You ask him tomorrow.” Her voice trembled, on the point of breaking. “Then we’ll see who’s lying, you fucking bitch.”