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Tate hummed with pleasure.Slipping from under Liza’s body, she swung her legs off the bed and reached for the nightstand drawer. “Is there anything special you want for your birthday?” she asked over her shoulder where Liza still lay under the sheets.

“I think you know exactly what I want,” Liza said, her voice having taken on a husky tone. “I want to ride you.”

Tate felt her entire body clench with anticipation. A heat bloomed between her legs, and she wanted nothing more than to take Liza right then. Standing, Tate could not move fast enough. “I want that too,” she said and in a moment was sliding the straps of the harness over her hips.

Watching her, Liza licked her lips, and her eyes took on a wanting look. “You are so sexy,” the woman said, opening the covers to welcome Tate back into the bed. “You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

“Let’s see,” Tate said as she moved to lay on her back. “Come a little closer.”

Without hesitation Liza moved on top of Tate’s body. The shaft of Tate’s strap-on hadn’t entered Liza yet, but she knew from the tremble of Liza’s body she would not wait long. Running her hands into the woman’s hair, she pulled Liza into a deeper kiss, thrusting her tongue into her mouth until the woman moaned with pleasure. Tate loved conquering Liza, making the woman her own. Doing things to her that no one else had ever done. There had never been a lover in Tate’s life like Liza. She was sexy, but that wasn’t everything that turned Tate on so much. It was the fieriness Tate tried to describe to the woman at the antique store. Liza had a passion that could burst into a raging inferno and consume them at any given moment. That draw was what made Tate want her all the time. She could not get enough.

Breaking the kiss, Tate ran her lips along Liza’s chin and then down her neck feeling the woman’s racing heartbeat as she nipped at the hot flesh. In response she heard Liza whimper and start to grind her hips against Tate’s hard abs. Even through Liza’s panties, Tate felt the wetness building. “You are going to need to take these off,” Tate growled as she grabbed the thin band of the woman’s underwear. “Before I rip them off.”

“Rip them off,” Liza murmured into her ear. A flash of heat bolted through Tate at the words, and using a strength built over years of working out at the gym, she wrapped her fingers in the fabric and with one quick tug pulled the fabric free.

Liza gave a little yelp of excitement. “Oh God, I want you. I can’t wait.”

“Then don’t,” Tate said and lifted her hips until she felt pressure between Liza’s legs. She was close to sliding inside the woman she wanted so much. In response, Liza squirmed until Tate felt their bodies connecting. With a moan of pleasure, Liza slid along Tate’s body until the tip of the shaft was inside her. “Yes,” Liza murmured as she used her arms to sit upright on Tate to straddle her. “Yes, I want you deep. I love it when we do this.” Tate knew it was true. Some people didn’t understand how two women could enjoy having sex that involved penetration, but there was something special about the connection of two bodies. It wasn’t about male or female, but instead, it was about the act of giving and taking. One person letting themselves be vulnerable to another, yet with Liza on top, she held control too. It was perfect.

Pressing down with her body,Liza felt the shaft of Tate’s strap-on sliding deeper inside her—spreading her, filling her, taking her body. The sensation was so exquisite she held her breath to savor the moment. Holding her body still, she let herself adjust to the size of the shaft. Even though she had been ready and excited until she could focus on nothing else, Tate’s toy was big, and she had to move slowly at first. When Tate put her hands on Liza’s hips, she felt the mounting expectation thrumming through the other woman. “Is this what you wanted?” Tate asked, and Liza nodded.

“It is exactly what I want,” she said, and she meant it. Somehow, the last few days of turmoil heightened her passion, and the intensity was that much greater. But there was more to the feeling than physical desire. Worrying she might be losing Tate made the moment that much more precious. The connection she felt with her in that moment was everything. Slowly, she started to rock her hips. The movement pushed the shaft deeper inside her, and she let out a moan. “How do you make me feel this way? Why is being with you so perfect?”

“Because I love you,” Tate answered and in response she lifted her hips until the shaft could not be any further inside Liza.

“Oh yes,” Liza said and started to move her body faster. She lifted and lowered only enough to slide back and forth along the firm sides of the strap-on. “I’m not sure I can take this very long.” She already felt the wave building that would take her over the cliff.

“Don’t come yet,” Tate insisted. “I want more of you.” The words drove Liza even crazier, making her squirm with need. When Tate matched the rhythm of her thrusts with Liza’s rocking, while using her hands to pull her down harder, Liza threw her head back and let out a cry of delight.

“Please don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop,” Tate said and when Liza didn’t think her desire could feel any stronger, Tate moved her hand until her thumb rested above Liza’s clit. “Are you ready to explode?” Tate’s voice was deep with hunger.

“Please,” Liza heard herself whimper. “Please do it.”

Clearly not needing any more encouragement, Tate used her thumb to gently slide through the wetness and across Liza’s clit. The touch sent a shockwave through Liza, and she moved her hips faster, bumping against Tate’s hand. She had many wonderful orgasms with Tate, but this one felt like it would be massive. As Tate continued to circle her clit while Liza continued to rock her hips driving the shaft in and it out, a ripple of ecstasy started from her core. Slowly, as if like molten lava, it burned through her body. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore without going crazy, the climax nearly tore her in half. “Yes, Tate, yes,” she cried as wave after wave pounded through her. She had never felt more connected to Tate, and Liza knew she was exactly where she wanted to be.

22

Driving along Waterfront Park in Portland, Tate noticed a large group of protesters across the street from the entrance to the Pride event. There were always a few picketers in the past years, but what she saw today was almost a mob. “Can you believe that?” Liza asked, looking in the direction of the assembled people.

Tate nodded. “I know,” she said. “I’ve been coming here for years, and it’s never been this bad. This is craziness.”

After pulling into the parking lot a few blocks from where people stood in line to go to Pride, Tate and Liza hurried in the direction of the entrance. Tate wanted them inside the fence surrounding the park as quickly as possible. As much for their own safety but also to see if everything was all right with Vivian and Allie’s booth. There was no telling what might be going on with so much hatred building right outside the entrance.

As they approached the gate, Tate saw a young man with bright green hair, a long, black leather jacket, and studded boots coming toward them on a skateboard. As he flashed past, Tate realized he was headed for the front gate of the Pride event as well. Yet before he could make his turn off the sidewalk and cross the street, one of the protesters stepped from the crowd and tripped him. The skateboard went flying as did the young man until he was sprawled in the closed off street.

“What the hell?” Tate heard Liza exclaim from behind her. “They can’t do that.” Tate was already in motion.

As the group of protesters gathered around the boy on the ground, she pushed past people to stand protectively over the young man. “Get back,” Tate said to the protestors. “What do you expect to do? Are you a lynch mob?”

At her words, most of the group stepped back, but one beefy man, with a bright, red face, a thick, black beard and tight, military haircut, did not budge. “Maybe it’s time we start having those again,” he said, spitting on the ground. “We need to start doing something before you get even more out a hand.”

Tate shook her head. She didn’t even have an answer for such ignorance. Instead, she turned to help the boy up just as she saw Liza approaching. The woman’s eyes were flashing, and Tate knew there was about to be an encounter. Wanting to stop her progress and avoid an escalation of the situation, Tate tried to step in her path, but Liza would not be denied.

Getting into the man’s face, she pointed a finger at his chest. “Out of hand?” she snarled. “Who are you to tell me that I have no place in this world? All we want is our basic human rights. Or is that too complicated for your pea-sized brain to grasp?”

The man’s eyes widened, looking shocked by her outburst for a moment but then quickly recovered. “Well, aren’t you something,” he said with a smirk. “Flying at me like a wet hen all in a rage.” He glanced at Tate and then back at Liza. “You don’t look like one of them. What the hell is wrong with you?”

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