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  “Alpha?” Reilly tried unsuccessfully to smother a smile. “Are you trying to tell me you want to throw me down and fuck my brains out?”

  “And if I did?”

  “I’d say go for it,” Reilly said, her voice suddenly husky. “You want me, you got me. Anyway you want it.”

  “And that’s just the problem,” Liz grumped. “I can’t lie on my stomach very comfortably any longer.”

  Reilly’s brows drew down and then her grin widened. “Ah, you don’t want to fuck my brains out, literally. You want to—” She ran her thumb over Liz’s lower lip and shivered when Liz licked it.

  “Yes. I want you right here…” Liz circled the end of Reilly’s thumb. “On the tip of my tongue.”

  “Jesus, baby,” Reilly groaned. “Kill me, why don’t you?”

  “That was so not my plan.” Liz sighed. “God, I really want you.”

  “Settle back and get comfortable.” Reilly straddled Liz’s body, kneeling close to her shoulders. She caressed Liz’s face and slipped her thumb into Liz’s mouth. Liz’s hands roamed over Reilly’s thighs as she sucked and nibbled on her thumb. Reilly’s vision hazed and the muscles on the inside of her legs fluttered and jumped. “Your mouth is so hot.”

  Liz released Reilly’s thumb and smiled up at her, skimming her fingers between Reilly’s legs. Her hand came away wet. “I thought you were completely and totally satisfied.”

  “That was five minutes ago. That was before I thought about your lips and how good they feel closing around me. How sweet it is when you suck me.”

  Liz dug her fingers into the hard muscles of Reilly’s ass and dragged Reilly down against her mouth. Reilly was hard there, too, and Liz loved knowing she had done this. She had made this woman, her woman, hard for her, wet for her, and soon, she would make her come for her.

  Reilly pushed her fingers into Liz’s hair and braced her other arm against the wall, supporting herself so she could look down into Liz’s eyes while Liz did the things to her that always made her come. The push and pull of Liz’s mouth merged with the ebb and flow of the blood in her veins, until pleasure surged and she climbed for the edge.

  “I’m coming,” Reilly whispered, and Liz relaxed the pressure, letting her slide down from the peak just a little. Reilly took a shaky breath. “You want me to wait?”

  “I want you out on the edge.”

  “I don’t know if I can today. Jesus, I almost came just then.”

  Liz smiled against Reilly’s heated flesh. “I know.” She moved one hand to Reilly’s chest and smoothed her fingers back and forth over Reilly’s breasts. “Let’s climb again.”

  Reilly’s stomach tightened as Liz’s lips closed around her. The ache to let go was overpowering. This time it seemed only seconds before she was almost there. “I’m going to come.”

  Again, Liz relaxed, and Reilly mumbled an incoherent plea. “Shh, I know. I know you want to come. You’re so hard right now. I love the way you feel in my mouth.” She stroked Reilly’s tense stomach and then her thighs. Everywhere she touched, Reilly quivered. “Okay? Can you hold yourself up?”

  Wordlessly, Reilly nodded. “I’m okay. I can go again.”

  “We’ll see.” Liz used her teeth this time, and as soon as she sucked, Reilly threw her head back and released a strangled cry. Liz relented just a little, licking the spot she had grazed with her teeth. Reilly jumped and her fingers spasmed in Liz’s hair. “Good?”

  “I have to come,” Reilly gasped.

  “Sure? One more time?”

  “I’ll try.”

  Liz felt Reilly’s orgasm throbbing for release between her lips. She fondled her carefully, circling and stroking, keeping the pressure light, as Reilly rocked against her mouth. She loved taking her almost over the edge, time after time, thrilling to the anticipation of that instant when Reilly finally surrendered to pleasure. Right now, Reilly needed desperately to come and she was holding back for Liz, and Liz loved her for it. She tightened her grip on Reilly’s ass and curled her other hand between them, sliding inside her.

  “You’ll make me come!” Reilly warned, pushing deeper into Liz’s mouth.

  Liz was already making Reilly come. She felt Reilly’s muscles clamp around her fingers, felt her swell between her lips, felt her whole body tense.

  “Oh God, oh yeah.” Reilly’s head fell forward against the wall but she kept her weight off Liz’s body. “I’m coming this time.”

  Liz kissed and stroked and soothed her until Reilly regained enough strength in her legs to push herself over onto the bed. Liz awkwardly turned onto her side and kissed her.

  “See what I mean about alpha urges?”

  Still gasping for breath, Reilly grinned. “Are you like this when you’re not pregnant?”

  “I don’t know. I never was before, but then,” Liz drew a finger along the edge of Reilly’s jaw and down the center of her throat, “I wasn’t with you before, either.”

  “Maybe we should just keep you pregnant all the time, just in case,” Reilly suggested.

  “Honey,” Liz said, laughing, “as much as I’m looking forward to our new family, I think one will do me for quite a while.” She kissed Reilly. “But if you keep looking at me the way you are right now, you don’t have to worry. Because I’m back to that wanting to fuck your brains out thing again.”

  “Then we’re going to be very busy for a long, long time.”

  What Happens In Vegas...

  by Karin Kallmaker

  “Why are we here?” Marcie pushed her wild brown hair out of her eyes and squinted in the hot wind that blasted across the hotel parking lot. “What on earth possessed Nirvana and Sunshine to pick Las Vegas as the raffle prize? It’s…it’s…”

  Keri counted the pieces of their luggage as the bags were transferred out of the limousine into the care of the bellhop. “It sold a lot of raffle tickets. You said it was twice last year’s sales.”

  “It did sell a lot of tickets, and I guess I never thought I’d win. But now that I’m here, it’s so…so…”

  Keri glanced up to watch Marcie’s expressive shrug. “It’s so unreal?”

  “That’s a start.” Marcie turned her china blue gaze to Keri. “It’s all fake, all for show.”

  “And we get to spend five days and four nights as a part of the show.” Keri pulled Marcie along the curved entrance driveway until they reached the blissfully chilled lobby. “Thank you again for inviting me. I know some of your friends might have expected you to ask them, especially the ones who aren’t too sure about you dating me to begin with.”

  Marcie relaxed once they were enveloped by the air conditioning. With a pleasing glint in her evocative eyes, she said, “You’re way more fun than they are. Especially late at night.”

  Keri grinned and ducked her head. “I really try to make that true.”

  “Will you look at this place? Incredible.” Marcie looked up at the massive atrium’s ceiling. “It’s like the Sistine Chapel.”

  Opulent didn’t even begin to describe the Palace Hotel. Everywhere Keri looked there were rippling fountains or banks of exotic plants, lushly velvet cushions and elegantly dressed women ensconced on them. It felt like an oasis after the dry desert air.

  Marcie had her denim jacket—necessary when they had left Syracuse that morning—draped over one shoulder. She gave an approving look to the row of orchids, but the gaze she turned to Keri was troubled. “This is a desert, and people all over the world are dying for water. Did you see those fountains?”

  “I saw them.” Keri shrugged. After almost forty years of not giving a stale doughnut about other people, she’d gotten sober and realized her every thought and need was not the center of the cosmos. “I saw the endless building projects, and I know there already isn’t enough water for the people who live here, let alone the new construction. You know how it goes—somebody really rich is going to have to lose a lot of money before anything changes.” Keri tucked Marcie’s hair behind her ear and was rewarde
d with a tiny shiver that zinged through her fingertips. “Meanwhile, this is the first time we’ve gone away together. So I suggest…”

  Marcie smiled into Keri’s kiss. “I quite agree.”

  A smiling woman in hotel livery bore down on them. “Welcome to the Palace, ladies! I’m Harmony, and I’m the VIP coordinator this evening. I’ve just been informed you’re the winners of one of our Getaway Fundraising vacations. Congratulations—you are in for a wonderful stay.”

  They were invited to “step right this way,” and Keri smothered a laugh when Marcie did her best to imitate Harmony’s sassy walk. Keri had a decidedly unpolitically correct moment imagining Marcie in the high heels that Harmony was wearing.

  There had been a time—before dumping the fleshpots and booze of Manhattan for the ivory towers and sobriety of Syracuse—that Keri wouldn’t have been seen with a woman who wasn’t a high femme, including stilettos. There’d been a time when unfailingly practical, comfortably beautiful women like Marcie hadn’t registered on her radar. She’d liked young and aggressive, but now maturity and self-knowledge were turning her on like nothing ever had before. Sobriety had given her new eyes that saw deeper, and the world around her had blossomed into subtle colors of endless variety. Tech support in a college town paid far less than it did in Manhattan, but the other plusses were as good as money in the bank to her.

  She’d already liked the pace of upstate New York when she’d volunteered to work in the collective grocery store. From the moment she’d met Marcie she’d been captivated by the steady, unwavering take-me-as-I-am manner. Marcie knew who she was, knew why she was here, knew why she laughed, why she cried. Keri was no fool—volunteering for several of Marcie’s other causes had led to their dating, which had led them here, to Las Vegas.

  Keri didn’t want Marcie to change one single thing about her, so her sudden fantasy of Marcie in high heels was confusing. Maybe it was just old habits. After all, on the ride from the airport alone, they had passed dozens of images of buxom, mostly naked, long-legged women-as-eye-candy billboards. She couldn’t deny it: part of her had responded with, “Oh, baby.”

  She couldn’t pull that attitude with a woman like Marcie. Marcie was nobody’s baby. But she surely did know how to move her hips. For a forty-something woman she was dead sexy, stilettos or not, and her sensuality was another thing Keri really liked about her. Used to be a tab of X and tequila shooters had been the only way to get turned on, but now she knew the miracle of a long bubble bath, slow touches, and lots and lots of kissing.

  Harmony was showing various points on the map to Marcie. “Your vacation includes a salt massage at our spa for each of you. The spa is located here—” She tapped the map. “Just call to make a reservation. A romantic dinner for two has been planned for this evening, with a reservation already made for eight p.m. at Imperial, which overlooks the lake and fountains from the south.”

  Marcie was better at remembering details, and Keri let her attention wander to the rest of the grand lobby. She had expected the discordant clanging of slot machines and the stifling stench of cigarettes, but only at the far end could she see the beginnings of a casino. Instead, the lobby seemed designed as an informal, well-lit place to relax and socialize. Three women in sensible shoes hauled heavy book bags off the ground and onto their shoulders as if girding themselves for more walking. Two had water bottles clipped to their belts, prepared for all eventualities. They disappeared in the direction of the conference center.

  Several stunningly attired women entered from the casino, waved a greeting to an equally elegant and curvaceous female—in killer pumps—and the four of them turned toward the shopping concourse carrying nothing more than cute little handbags. Keri couldn’t help but watch after them.

  As her gaze came back to the lobby, she spied a handwritten board welcoming various conventions to the hotel. There were surgeons, writers, poker players, and librarians. But it was “Escort Services International” that caught her eye. The two voluptuous brunettes with gorgeous full hairstyles and flawless makeup who lounged on one of the love seats as they chatted, well, they were not librarians. They might be a baby dyke’s wet dream about librarians, but that they were the escorts, and the water bottle carriers the librarians, was far more likely.

  If she were a good lesbian, she would attempt to explain to the escorts that their profession was oppressive and they needed to cast off the shackles of the patriarchy, but damn, they looked hotter than hell.

  You’re in Vegas, Keri reminded herself. You don’t have to be a good lesbian here. She glanced over at Marcie, who looked incredibly fuckable, too. Her gaze slid past to the two brunettes. You could be a very bad lesbian in Vegas. Trouble is, she told herself, going back to the far more pleasing picture that Marcie made, you’re falling for a granola lesbian, and that collection of toys you’ve got back home is going to go on collecting cobwebs and dust.

  Their room key cards clutched in her hand, Marcie led the way to a bank of elevators. The bellhop, summoned by the ever-cheerful Harmony, patiently followed along. They were passed by a much faster moving couple—oo, Keri thought, more dykes—with an equally swift bellhop. Their high-tech suitcases and leather bags were flawlessly matched. The medium-build, shaggy-haired woman was holding hands with a tall, caramel-skinned beauty in thigh-high boots and a short dress cut down the front to heaven. Their quick walk suggested they had an itch and were in a hurry to scratch it.

  You’re obsessed with sex at the moment, Keri thought. Fancy hotel, Marcie looking adorable—get her into the room and get her naked. You’ll both feel better.

  The power couple was long gone by the time a glass elevator arrived to whisk them up to the twentieth floor.

  “Honey! Look at that pool!” Marcie gazed down at the lush, tropical grounds as they ascended. “Let’s grab our suits and go for a swim.”

  It looked like the perfect setting for a Roman revel. Keri was starting to feel overwhelmed. She’d thought her one goal was to get Marcie into a hotel room, alone, and start their vacation off with a real bang. The pool looked…delicious. There were scantily-clad women lounging on chaises and for shame, for shame, Keri thought, she ought not be responding that way to such rank and obvious objectification. She thought of Marcie in a swimsuit and her composure got even more ragged.

  “We have to be ready for dinner by eight.”

  Marcie glanced at her watch. She sounded just like a little kid when she pointed out, “That’s almost two hours.”

  Keri gave her an indulgent smile. “Okay, honey. We’ll go for a swim.” Later, Keri thought. Later, we’ll have all the time in the world.

  *

  “You nearly burned yourself.” Keri kissed the outline of Marcie’s swimsuit strap across her gleaming shoulder.

  Marcie shook her wet hair. “It was such fun. Okay, I swear out a truce with Las Vegas. While we’re here, I’ll stop complaining about how unnatural it all is, and how wasteful and—”

  Keri kissed her soundly on the mouth. “Me, too. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, isn’t that right? So nobody has to know that we liked the pool and intend to try the other four pools. Or if we decide to have veal for dinner.”

  “I’m not going that far.” Marcie laughed and kissed Keri back. “We won’t confess that your tongue was hanging out a mile over those women at the pool.”

  “It wasn’t a mile,” Keri protested.

  Marcie leaned back against the counter, still smiling, but her expression more serious. “Is that what you like? All the hair extensions and surgical enhancements? Is that what women were like in the big city?”

  “I’m just looking. I do like to look at women.” She wasn’t going to apologize for that. “But yeah, back in Manhattan, I drifted toward that type. That’s all they were to me, too, a type.” Keri trailed her fingertips lightly down Marcie’s tummy. “I wasn’t capable of seeing more. I know what I’ve got, now. And…I’m feeling things I haven’t before.”

  “I’m gla
d you could come with me,” Marcie said softly. “I know we’ve only been dating a short while, but…I like you. Thank you for caring enough about yourself to get sober.”

  Keri grinned. “I like being around you, too.”

  “Good, because I think you’re stuck with me.”

  “I think we’re going to be a little bit late to dinner,” Keri said, then she gave in to the overwhelming urge to nibble Marcie’s lovely, full lips.

  They moved together for several minutes, sharing long, deep kisses, but no more words. Keri didn’t know why Marcie, as soon as they started fooling around, stopped talking. She knew why she did—she was afraid some of the things she wanted to say would appall Marcie. Marcie was no virgin and no prude, but she was totally vanilla. She’d be shocked and uncomfortable if Keri were to admit that right now she wished in the worst way she were packing so she could push Marcie’s legs apart and have her right here on the counter. That right now, looking at the light in Marcie’s eyes and feeling the heat of her skin, she didn’t want to make love, she wanted to fuck. She wanted to do Marcie until her hair snarled, her eyes glazed, her skin slicked with sweat, and they were both drained beyond coherence.

  If she started talking like that, she’d never stop. Marcie lit a bone-deep fire inside her, and she was worth learning some patience. It was also true that since giving up booze she hadn’t really been cat-scratch-fever with a woman. Given that seeing the world through clear eyes and keener perceptions was at times overwhelming, she could only imagine how intense hot, wild sex would feel to her. It wasn’t something she wanted to experience with just anyone. Marcie was not just anyone, though. She trusted Marcie completely.

  She slipped her hand between them, grinning at what she felt on her fingertips. “Are you going to be soaked like this all through dinner?”

  “With any luck.” Marcie looked almost shy. “We’re going to be late if we don’t start getting dressed.”