Page 36 of Queen's Ransom

She gently clasped Helena’s knees and tugged. “Admit it, you like him.”

Following her cue, Helena lowered one then the other knee onto the garage floor on either side of her, bringing their bodies into direct contact. “Not as much as I like you.”

“Thank goodness for that.” Celia was dying to thrust up, aching for friction and the warmth she could feel through layers of clothing. As if reading her mind, or just wanting the same as much as she did, Helena braced a hand on the door of the Bentley and canted her hips.

The roll of the dolly made it both better and worse. Better in that Celia moved effortlessly with Helena. Worse in that she needed to move against Helena’s body for the friction she desperately craved. Celia bent her knees, planted her feet firmly on the ground, and tried again. Better, but… She coasted her hands up Helena’s thighs and grasped her hips, holding her exactly where she needed her. She rolled up and… oh, what sweet relief. Not everything she wanted, but better.

Not enough for Helena though, who snuck a hand inside Celia’s coveralls and with her thumb, teased the side of Celia’s breast through her tank and bra. Her other fingertips were soft and cool against Celia’s underarm, exposed by the sleeveless tank. Celia shivered, her eyes fluttering closed, her breaths coming shorter. It had been years since anyone had touched her so gently, so intimately. Helena’s hand drifted down, then back up, under Celia’s tank, gliding across her overheated skin. Those same cool fingers splayed over her ribs, Helena’s thumb and forefinger framing the underside of Celia’s breast. The light squeeze made Celia gasp again and open her eyes.

Helena grinned, wicked and gorgeous, and wetness joined the pounding heat between Celia’s thighs. Helena rolled her hips again, and Celia wondered if she could feel the dampness, if Helena was as turned on as she was. “So you came here to not think about me?”

“No.” She lifted a hand off Helena’s hip and raked it through the blond hair that cascaded around them like a curtain. “I came here so I could put my hands on something besides my—”

Helena came down fully on top of her—lips, hands, body—and fuck yeah, Helena was as turned on as she was. If yesterday’s kiss had been sweet tinged with heat, this one was heat tinged with overwhelming hunger. Nothing sweet about it on either of their parts. Celia parted her lips and Helena plundered her mouth, sweeping in and over teeth and tongue. Celia groaned, loving the slide of Helena’s tongue almost as much as she loved the slide of Helena’s hand fully onto her breast, cupping and squeezing it, thumb teasing her nipple. Almost as much as she loved the slide of Helena’s other hand down her torso and inside the bottom of her coveralls.

Helena cupped her between her legs, over the yoga pants Celia had on under her coveralls. “How about I put my hands on it instead?”

Celia rocked into the touch. “That’s a start.”

“You’re right. It’s a start.” Helena kissed a path over her chin and neck and pressed more firmly with her hand, the heel of her palm applying delicious pressure on Celia’s clit, her fingers teasing her labia through the thin fabric. No way she could miss the wetness now, the crotch of Celia’s pants and barely there thong becoming more drenched by the second. “My fingers, gliding through all that wetness.” Oh yeah, she knew… and aimed to make it worse. “My thumb torturing your clit, as the rest of my fingers sink deep inside you.” She shifted her hand and her thumb landed right on its target, circling in time with the thumb rolling her nipple.

Groaning, Celia arched into Helena’s touch. “I’m good with all that.” Rocked again in case she wasn’t clear. “Please.”

“Problem is…” Helena kissed across her chest and licked beneath the boatneck of her tank, hinting at where her tongue might go. “You’re on a dolly, and you’re too fucking tall. I can’t spread you out in all your beautiful fucking glory here.”

If Celia had been standing, she would have swooned. As it were, another wave of heat and wetness arrowed south, and as much as she wanted to use her hand still in Helena’s hair to direct her mouth over her nipple or over her pussy, Helena was right. There wasn’t enough room here. And she wanted to get her hands and mouth on more of Helena too. “Couch,” she panted. “In my office.”

There was a moment of bereft chill, Helena’s lips, hands, and weight lifting off her body, but then Helena was hauling Celia up by both arms and bringing their lips back together.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” Celia teased against Helena’s lips.

Helena nipped her bottom one. “Your hot and soaked for me, and I’m the same for you.” She took one of Celia’s hands in hers and shoved it against her pussy, and fuck, even through the denim, Celia felt the heat and dampness. “I’ve been this way since Friday. Fuck, longer. I was trying to stay away, trying to keep you safe, but I want you. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“You’re gonna owe so much money to the swear jar after this,” Celia muttered as they staggered into the neighboring bay. She shrugged the rest of the way out of the top of her coveralls, and as soon as the garment fell around her waist, Helena grabbed the hem of her tank and yanked it up and off. She expected Helena’s mouth to collide again with hers, but instead it landed on the swell of her right breast, warm breath and a wet tongue teasing Celia through black lace. Knees weak, Celia flung out a hand and caught herself on the hood of the SS. Taking full advantage, Helena caught both her wrists and held them wide, exposing all of Celia’s front to her mouth. She kissed and licked a path from one breast to the other, sucking each nipple through the lace cups, the heat and friction bringing Celia close to the edge.

Celia wanted to vault up onto the hood of the Chevelle and throw her legs over Helena’s hips. Or better yet, splay herself out on it, but there had to be some limits. “This is Whiskey Walker’s SS,” she managed between gasps. “We can’t fuck on the hood.”

Helena shoved a thigh between her legs, pressing up against her aching center. “He’s a friend. He’ll understand.”

“This might be a bridge too far.” Celia bore down on Helena’s thigh, chasing the friction, even as she tugged against the hands around her wrists. “And I want to touch you too.”

That was enough to get Helena moving again, and after a few more heated moments—against the sink where Celia quickly washed up, Helena’s hands dancing all over her as she did; against the door to the interior part of the garage where Celia rid Helena of her sweater and got her first sight of pert porcelain breasts encased in blue satin and her first taste of soft lavender-scented skin above the satin cups; and against the hallway wall outside Celia’s office where Helena slipped her hands inside the back of Celia’s pants and dug her nails into Celia’s ass cheeks, eliciting a deep and hungry groan—they finally made it into Celia’s office. Where the hottest moment yet found Celia facing her desk as Helena finished stripping her out of her coveralls.

Celia expected to turn around and finish stripping Helena too, to stumble over to the couch against the far wall and tangle their limbs together, but before Celia could do any of that, before she could even catch her breath, Helena glided a hand over her hip and inside her pants.

She stopped halfway to where Celia wanted her touch most. “You been tested recently?”

Celia nodded. “I’m okay. You?”

“I’m good too. Now, where was I…” She dipped her hand lower, shoved aside the thong, and slid two fingers between her slick folds on either side of her clit.

A direct indirect hit that stole Celia’s breath.

“Fuck, Cee,” Helena mouthed against the back of her shoulder. “You feel so good.” Her other hand cupped Celia’s breast holding her upright. Holding her exposed. She hadn’t let herself be this open, this vulnerable, with Dex in at least a decade. Feared it even. But with Helena, she’d never felt so wanted or sexy.

Or safe.

She covered Helena’s hand over her breast and squeezed, the fact they were fondling her together ramping her higher. “You feel good too. Wanna feel more.”

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