Page 10 of Pomegranate Kiss

“Thanks, Practical Polly,” Danny shot back with a grin as she flounced off the stage, heading to the dressing rooms.

“We should start looking for our own dresses,” Cam said, tilting her head toward the racks of multicolored satin andchiffon. Gag. Cam’s gaze rested on hers. “Pastels, not black or any variant of.”

“Does this bitch look like she wears pastels?” Lex joked as they headed toward the racks.

She cast a stray glance back to see Nellie and Mom deep in discussion, and Abigail headed over to join them. They turned the corner to lose themselves amidst a sea of fabric.

“This bitch looks like she’s going to wear whatever the bride asks her to,” Cam responded. Lex lived for the dry responses and expectant glances Cam delivered. The more she got to know her, the more she’d come to appreciate the woman’s grounded personality.

Lex cast another careful glance back—they weren’t visible from here. She leaned in and swept Cam’s strands away. The woman froze, and Lex followed the same circuit before she relaxed into her touch again. Lex trailed her fingers along the slope of Cam’s neck, enjoying the way she shivered. Cam was so responsive it made her wet.

Lex brushed her lips against hers, a mere whisper of a kiss.

The air trembled between them, and the thrill of this stolen moment rolled down her spine. She drank in Cam’s warmth, her scent, and the petal-soft feel of her skin.

“Guys, did you find anything?” Nellie called out.

Lex took a large step away, and Cam pivoted her attention to the array of pale yellow dresses in front of her.

“I’m thinking this color for me,” Cam said, her voice coming across louder than normal. She had a lush look in her eyes, pooled with desire. The ache between Lex’s thighs grew. The amount she’d masturbated this week bordered on ridiculous, yet she continued her stupid quest to draw things out. Lex’s heart raced with a mounting thrill.

“That’ll be super flattering on you,” Nellie said, approaching them. She fingered through the pastel pinks. “I’ll probably gowith this one.” She squinted at the fabrics and plucked out the lavender. “Lex, you should try this one. I know, I know, it’s not black.”

Lex snorted and strode over to rifle through a couple of dresses in the color her sister pointed out. The styles were all ones meant for femme girls, not rough and tumble hellions like her, but she’d squeeze herself into one of these for Danny’s sake. She snatched up a few at random, but her gaze settled on the Grecian style one. Choice made. At least this way she looked like she was trying.

“How’s the search going, Danny?” Lex called, her voice echoing around this spacious place. The attendants hovered around the bride, helping her onto the platform, this time in a mermaid-style gown showcasing her knock-out curves. Lex let out a wolf whistle, and Danny flashed a grin in response. The back was cut low, and flowers framed the entire thing in a gorgeous pattern. She didn’t know the technicals, but Danny looked damn fine.

“Do you like this one?” Mom asked, her eyes gleaming as she grinned over the dress.

Danny nodded. “Better than the others at least. I’ve got a few more they think I should try.” She cast a look to the bundle of dresses in Lex’s arms. “Why don’t you guys start trying yours on so we can wrap up faster and get some lunch?”

“Sounds good to me,” Cam called, making a beeline for the changing rooms around the back. Lex’s tongue trailed along her lips as the idea hit her. She sped up, her long legs carrying her in the same direction. Her heart thumped harder, and she couldn’t resist the grin that broke out on her face. She reached the stalls right as the one door began to swing shut.

Lex grabbed the door and yanked it back open. “Hey beautiful,” she purred, clicking the door locked behind her.

Cam crossed her arms over her chest. “Go get your own changing room, Lex. Your family and my best friend are right out there.”

Lex closed the distance between them and leaned in. “Which is exactly what makes this exciting.”

Cam sucked in a sharp breath, but her arms dropped to her sides, a tentative twitch to her fingers as if she wanted to reach out and touch just as badly. Lex slid her hands around Cam’s waist, and after, she took one step forward, then another, Cam’s back thumped against the wall. Her chest rose and fell with the same deliberate breaths that cycled through Lex, and the smooth skin of her breasts looked fucking delicious.

Cam gasped against Lex’s mouth, but she dove to the side to press her lips against her neck, her collarbone, any of the satin skin she could find. Her fingers slipped underneath the hem of Cam’s shirt. When the woman let out a shuddering moan, Lex couldn’t help but grin. She reached for the band of Cam’s skirt and drew back enough to look her in the eyes, her head tilted in question.

Cam bit her lip, but she nodded, a dusky flush on her cheeks. God, she was so beautiful it hurt. Lex slipped her fingers past the band of her flowing skirt, her fingertips gliding past her panties. She was fucking soaked, and damn if that didn’t turn her on even more. The second Lex’s fingertips swiped over her clit, another moan lit the air. She couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from her.

“I love your screams, babe, but we’ve got to keep quiet here,” she said. She stepped so their bodies were flush together and clapped a hand over Cam’s mouth. Her lids grew hooded, and the tilt of her hips in offering strained Lex’s composure. She wanted to shove her finger into that stunning pussy and pump until Cam screamed her name, but that wasn’t the game she played.

She continued teasing Cam’s clit with her fingers, the muffled moans vibrating against her palm. This body deserved to be caressed, to be memorized. Lex pressed kisses along her neck, alternating with bites. Cam was so into this she ground against Lex’s fingers, and the intensity created a heady rush. Her pussy throbbed—fuck, she needed release, bad.

She tasted the sweetness of Cam’s skin, the floral notes imprinting on her like a tattoo. Every time they’d come together, Cam melted in her arms. No matter the hostility, the confusion, or the freeze outs, any time things had gotten physical, those all dissolved. Cam’s hips bucked as she thrust herself into Lex’s hand, her panties drenched. Lex wanted her so bad she could taste it. She wanted to hear those moans fill the air, feel the pulse of her pussy as she unwound, and watch the bliss soften Cam’s sharp features.

“Did you guys find anything?” Nellie called out, her footsteps echoing their way. Lex sent a silent blessing that her sister announced herself wherever she went. Lex slid her hand out and uncovered Cam’s mouth. She lifted her two fingers and licked the tips. The heat in Cam’s gaze in response grew positively tropical. Lex took careful steps to snag her dresses from where she’d dropped them and slipped out of the stall, bringing the door shut behind her.

The lock clicked at her back when she turned to face Nellie who frowned over the three dresses she’d dragged with her.

“This one,” Lex said, lifting the Grecian one she’d liked before she ever stepped into the room.

Nellie squinted at her. “Did you even try the other ones on?”

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