Page 30 of Extraction Play

Pixie waggled her brows. “Trying to get me to go again?”

Eva arched a brow. “No, just taking care of you.”

Pixie bit down on her lower lip, those wide eyes softening as she looked away. The others Pixie played with were the type to offer aftercare, so why would she react as if getting taken care of was a brand-new experience? Either way, warmth spread through her chest as she finished wiping her folds and thighs with deft, gentle strokes. Eva brushed a finger along the side of Pixie’s face, a bit sticky from the cum.

“Want me to get another washcloth?”

“Nah, I’ll just wash my face before I go back to sleep. I want it on me a little longer.”

Eva swallowed hard as hot lust pulsed through her. God, this woman fit her too perfectly. And truth be told, she couldn’t dismiss tonight the way she’d tried to with Play Night. No, they’d kissed, they’d fucked out here on the couch, and it hadn’t just been a distraction.

Pixie made herfeeltonight when the numbness threatened to swallow her alive, and that was rare.

“So gorgeous, dove.” She ran her fingertips along Pixie’s cheek a moment or two more. She couldn’t disguise the warmth in her voice, even though she should.

Pixie pushed up to a fully seated position. “I should slip away now.” She cast a glance to the hallway. “I think we tried our luck enough.”

Eva’s heart twisted, but Pixie was right. Part of her wanted this woman in her arms, to hold her through the rest of the night. “One more kiss,” she said, tipping a finger under Pixie’s chin.

Pixie leaned down and pressed her lips to Eva’s. The kiss was simple but sweet, and adrenaline rushed through her veins like lit sparklers. She was already light-headed from the orgasm, but kissing Pixie made her mind reel. The world around them stopped for those few stolen moments before Eva pulled back.

“Get some rest,” Eva whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Mistress.” Pixie rose to her feet and walked down the corridor, not looking back. Eva sat and watched as her figure faded to silhouette. She grabbed the blanket from the couch. She needed to do a load of laundry tonight. Not like she’d be sleeping much anyway.

Eva’s heart thumped in double time. She was in so much trouble.

Chapter Twelve

Pixie was looking forward to the Sunday munch at Whipped.

After last night on the couch with Eva, she needed to get out of the house, lest she hurl herself at the woman. Public space was good for that reason alone because she should steer clear, yet she hadn’t been able to.

When she’d woken up, her feet carried her forward, and then her body did the rest.

She walked down the bustling sidewalk to the café. The wind blasted around her, and the sun shone with bright, golden rays, and under the veil of day, it was impossible to hide the giddy skip of her heart at the memory of their kiss. Her lips still tingled. At the end of the block, the sign for Whipped stood out, a beacon she always gravitated toward. The number of times she’d been here since she settled into SanFrancisco bordered on ridiculous, especially for someone who only worked there as a class volunteer.

This was her family, the one who’d welcomed her with open arms and the most stable thing she’d ever had in her life. Except the urge to run still reared up in a big way as of late. Between folks settling down and the increasing distance that gripped her tighter by the day, she’d found herself shutting down more often than not. Declining invitations rather than accepting, withdrawing instead of sharing. Every time she opened her mouth to tell people a little more, the words dried on her tongue.

The minute Pixie pulled open the door and stepped in, the scent of coffee and spices hit her. The chalk sign had a chai latte as the special, so that must have been the delicious blend she caught. Micah stood behind the bar, slinging drinks at a rapid pace. Her best friend fit here perfectly, the way she’d known he would, and the sight made her heart tighten.

Already, Whipped had gathered a sizable crowd for the munch. The place was bustling on Sundays to begin with, but most locals knew about the munch, so if they weren’t interested, they swung in for their drink and left. The tables were filled with familiar faces. Parker sat with Nolan, talking to Mags and Finley, and Sloan perched on the lap of a guy she hadn’t seen before. In fact, a few new folks appeared in the mix this week, whereas some of the older participants weren’t in attendance.

Pixie wandered to the table where Meg sat with Krista and a few others. She gave Meg a hug, then plunked onto a chair, even though she’d be hopping up a moment later to get a drink from Micah.

Meg pulled her in tight for a squeeze, and for a moment, those urges to run away flooded her with guilt. The warmth she experienced here was an indicator this was the right place for her.

“Pixie here is who you want to speak to,” Meg said, ruffling her hair affectionately. “She’s been working in our classes for years as a sub.”

Pixie nodded. “What are we talking about?”

“Krista was interested in helping with our classes too,” Meg said. “In case we need other subs for demos and such.”

That was logical. Meg was running a business, and Pixie wasn’t available twenty-four seven. Still, Pixie’s stomach squeezed tight. The idea she was replaceable, even here, circulated through her brain, holding her captive. She sure as hell hadn’t been memorable enough for her extended family to try to stick around.

No, they’d abandoned her to care for her mother, even though she’d just been a kid.

“Mmm, yeah,” Pixie said, popping up from the seat before Meg could fix her with her eagle eyes. “I better get a drink real fast, but we’ll chat about it soon.”

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