Page 107 of The Fiancée Farce
Her thighs—beautiful, curved, strong—shook and her calvestensed, her toes curling, her back bowing, and her breasts rising as she cried out, trembling sweetly as she came.
“That’s it.” Gemma gentled her touch and banded an arm around Tansy’s waist, steadying her so she wouldn’t fall. “I’ve got you.”
Tansy sagged in her arms, skin glistening and chest heaving, hair sticking to her neck, her forehead, curling around her ears.
“I can’t feel my legs.” Tansy laughed. “Holy shit.”
Gemma’s paper-thin patience crumbled.
It wasn’t far to the bed, thank God. A few feet at most. Fewer when Tansy tripped over a stack of books and fell the rest of the distance, landing against the mattress with another laugh that made Gemma’s heart squeeze.
“No fair,” Tansy said, rising up onto her elbows, hair a halo around her face. “You’re still dressed.”
Tansy wanted her naked? That was an easy fix. Gemma crossed her arms, grabbing the bottom of her sweater in her hands and dragging it up and over her head, throwing it behind her. Her jeans were a little finickier, clinging to her thighs, denim damp after getting caught in the rain during their quick sprint from their Lyft to Tansy’s door. It wasn’t her intention, but her jeans dragged her underwear down, too.
“Better?” she asked, climbing up onto the bed and settling into the space between Tansy’s parted thighs.
Tansy blinked. “What?”
It didn’t matter. Gemma lowered herself to the mattress, her chin pillowed on Tansy’s thigh. She ran her fingers through the damp curls between Tansy’s legs. So fucking pretty.
Tansy rocked her hips and bent the knee of her opposite leg, drawing it up, spreading herself, begging sweetly, “Gemma. Fuck. Please.”
Something about Tansy swearing like that made it damn near impossible for Gemma to deny her anything. Not that she would even if she could. God no.
Gemma had had her fair share of sex—enough to know that ultimately it was a fun and messy game of give-and-take.You scratch my back, I scratch yours.
In the end, as long as she walked away well-fucked and feeling like she’d given as good as she’d gotten, she was satisfied.
But this was different.Tansywas different.
She wanted this to mean something more. To prove how badly she desired Tansy with her touch, yes, but also to pour her feelings into every kiss. To prove to her that this was different. Sex—fun sex, hopefully—but also a promise. This was no fling, no itch Gemma wanted to scratch. This was the start of something real, and right, and good. The start of—for the first time in forever—something Gemma wanted to last.
Not just for one night or a week or a month or six months or—two years.
High on the taste of Tansy, the feel of her under Gemma’s fingertips, the sweet sound of her begging ringing in Gemma’s ears, not even two years sounded long enough. How quickly everything had changed.
All because of this woman with wild hair, a penchant for charmingly hideous grandma cardigans, and a dogged determination to take care of who and what she loved. She deserved to be cared for, to be loved, just as fiercely.
Gemma had always been of the mind that she didn’tneeda relationship, and didn’t particularly want one, either. Everyone she’d ever dated, everyone she’d ever loved—family included—had never lovedher; they’d loved some idea of her. Everyone always had expectations of her, setting a bar so high she could never dream ofclearing it. So she’d stopped trying, stopped setting herself up for failure.
But Tansy was different. She’d never asked Gemma to be someone she wasn’t. Tansy knew all about Gemma’s bad reputation, and for some reason Tansy still liked her. Cared about her enough to stick up for her, enough to stay.
Right here, right now, the thought of saying goodbye to Tansy at any point in time was—unconceivable, turning her heart to stone and her stomach to lead, almost enough to kill the mood.
Almost.
Things were good. Things were great. How absolutely self-destructive, not to mention stupid, it was to worry aboutmaybesandwhat-ifswhen she had Tansy’s bare skin under her hands.
Right here, right now, she wanted to make Tansy come until she couldn’t see straight. She wanted to give and give and give some more, to worship at the altar of Tansy’s hips until she soaked her sheets and Gemma’s name was the only word she knew.
PleaseandGodandyesandmorewere all acceptable alternatives.
Gemma circled Tansy’s entrance with a finger, grinning as Tansy’s breath quickened. Maybe it was a sympathetic reaction or maybe she was just that fucking turned on, but Gemma’s head felt a little dizzy when Tansy’s hips arched, fucking herself on Gemma’s finger.
“Gemma.” Tansy’s head thrashed against her pillow. “More.”
Gemma added another finger, her teeth grazing the inside of Tansy’s thigh, teasing herself as much as she teased Tansy. She drew out the anticipation, only giving in when Tansy let loose the sweetest whimper. She curled her fingers harder, smiling when Tansy shut her eyes, gripping the sheets in her hands, a vibrant blush creeping up her jaw as the slick sound between her thighs grew louder.
