Indigo blues, p.18
Indigo: Blues, page 18
She turned in her seat and shoved the truck into first gear. It was going to be one of the longest drives back to the house ever, but she was so thankful that Sarah remained sitting right next to her rather than sliding into the passenger seat. A small consolation as they both anticipated what was to come.
Chapter 16
When they got back to the house, Eli didn’t wait. She undid her seat belt and dragged Sarah toward her. With their mouths locked, Eli gave over everything she had been holding inside—all the pent-up tension, the sadness, the hurt, the anger, the blossoming hope, the attraction.
Dipping her hands into Sarah’s hair, Eli held her still. She closed her eyes, her lips moving against Sarah’s, her breathing coming in shorter rasps. She reached the hemline of Sarah’s loose t-shirt and was met with warm skin. Eli groaned as she splayed her fingers against the underside of Sarah’s belly.
Sarah gasped, her lips parting as her eyes popped open, and she stared directly into Eli’s gaze. Sarah’s eyes were so dark, so hard to see where the brown ended and the black of her irises began. Eli curled her fingers, her nails scraping in a teasing manner. Sarah pulled her lip between her teeth, but she still had a vague smile on her lips. It encouraged Eli to continue.
Gliding her hand around Sarah’s side, Eli slid her hand, feeling the dip at her waist as her body curved naturally. Sarah’s mouth moved to Eli’s jaw, and Eli dug her nails in. She wanted everything. She wanted to see and touch every part of Sarah’s body if she’d allow. Her hand moved up higher, finding the edge of Sarah’s bra strap against her skin and sliding two fingers under it, moving back and forth in a gentle pattern.
Sarah nipped at the tender skin of her neck, and Eli grunted in response before asking, “Are we doing this here?”
“I’m not sure we’ll make it inside.”
Eli grinned. “I’m not sure I’ve had car sex since high school.”
“Rebel,” Sarah muttered, her lips against Eli’s skin again. “Quickie.”
“What?”
“Let’s make it quick, get a little out of our systems, then to the house.”
“Yes.” The last consonant dragged out as Sarah’s tongue swirled against Eli’s pulse point. “Tell me...tell me what you want.”
“Straddle me,” Sarah whispered, her hands already at Eli’s belt as she pulled the leather through the buckle. “I’m going to do everything I can imagine doing to you today. You’re not going to know what hit you.”
Eli whimpered. She shuffled around the cab, suddenly thankful she had splurged for the bigger truck. She finally got up on her knees, Sarah between her legs, already with the button of her jeans undone.
Sarah’s chest rose and fell rapidly as her fingers fumbled with the zipper. Eli gripped Sarah’s cheeks between both her palms and lifted Sarah’s face so they were looking at each other. “I want this.”
Sarah nodded.
“Really, really, Sarah. I want this. Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Take a breath.”
Sarah drew air into her lungs then slowly let it out.
“I want you to touch me.”
A groan passed Sarah’s lips as she stilled completely.
“I want to feel you inside me. I want you to make me come over and over again. I want you to taste me, to bring me so high I won’t know what’s happening. I want to be exhausted and sore when I wake up.”
She moved her thumb to Sarah’s lips, sliding it along the moist skin. Then she pressed the palm of her hand against Sarah’s racing heart.
“You ready?”
“Absolutely.” Sarah didn’t fumble this time as she pulled down the zipper on Eli’s pants and shoved her hand inside. She explored, finding all the folds and recesses. Eli held as still as she possibly could while Sarah found what she was looking for, while she did exactly what she wanted.
With thumb and fingers moving in tandem, Sarah thrust. Eli gasped. It had been far too long since anyone had taken her like this. She pressed closer to Sarah as she tried to find her own balance. Sarah eased up slightly, but she didn’t stop. Eli rocked her hips back and forth against Sarah’s hand, finding her own rhythm. Sarah’s free hand gripped her ass, pulling her in tighter.
Eli closed her eyes. She gripped the back of the seat so she wouldn’t crush Sarah underneath her. Moving her mouth to Sarah’s ear, she breathed hard, nipping at Sarah’s ear lobe. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
Undulating her hips, Eli was surprised when Sarah’s other hand gripped her hip and pushed down alongside Eli’s natural movements, increasing the force of the thrust and the depth of the fingers inside her. She wasn’t quite sure how, but she was already nearing the precipice of her first orgasm.
“Sarah—”
“I’m not stopping.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Eli, hold on, another few seconds.”
Scrunching her eyes shut, Eli pulled into herself, focusing on holding everything off. She clenched her jaw, slowed her hips as best she could, but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
Sarah pulled back so their mouths met in a slow embrace. It was such a contrast to the speed Sarah’s hand moved. Eli lost all track of everything. When Sarah’s word finally reached her ears, she wasn’t sure how many times she’d said it.
“Now.”
Letting go, Eli jerked her hips as pleasure swarmed through her entire body. Her chest was hot and constricted, her back sweaty and sticky, her mind was slow as molasses, barely functioning. Sarah didn’t stop her hand immediately. She continued to pull everything Eli had to give. When Eli finally felt a deep breath of air enter her lips, she forced her eyes open to find Sarah grinning at her.
“That was beautiful.”
“Not sure that’s the word I’d use,” Eli answered. “But yeah, same sentiment.”
“House?”
“God, yes. Just...give me a second to get my legs back under me.”
“Anything.” Sarah pressed gentle kisses all over Eli’s face, down her neck, over the top of her chest still covered with her cotton button-up shirt. When Sarah moved her hand, Eli felt empty and fulfilled at the same time.
Leaning in, she pressed their mouths together. Sarah’s hands wrapped around her back as Eli took the embrace from heated to slow and sensual. She couldn’t stop kissing her. It was like she had been waiting to do it her entire life and now that she’d been granted permission she was never going to let up. She could kiss Sarah forever. Eli’s heart clenched. She couldn’t have those thoughts.
Sarah was going to leave soon, and she wasn’t coming back. There was no forever in their future. Moving so their mouths were no longer touching, Eli shifted off Sarah and onto the seat next to her. Sarah waited patiently while Eli adjusted herself before putting her hand on the door.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” But even Eli could hear the faraway tone in her voice, the sadness ebbing its way in as much as she didn’t want it to be there. With a sigh, she leaned in and kissed Sarah’s cheek. “Yeah, let’s go inside.”
Sarah gave her a long look before opening the door, and only at a nod and a raised brow from Eli did she move. Eli followed her out, slamming the door shut behind her. She had to find a way to distract Sarah from her own mistake. She shouldn’t be thinking about more than what Sarah could commit to. They hadn’t talked about future, and honestly, Eli wasn’t sure she wanted to.
As soon as they were inside, Sarah was on her again, pressing her into the wall next to the door. Their mouths were locked together in a kiss while Sarah’s fingers tugged at her braids. Eli had no idea what she was doing until Sarah let out a satisfied grunt and dug her entire hand into the long locks at the back of Eli’s head.
“What do you want now?” Sarah breathed.
“Let me do for you.”
“Not yet,” Sarah retorted. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“All right.” Eli moved her hands to her shirt and started in on the buttons. The fabric felt so confining, she wasn’t sure she could take it much longer. Sarah went to help, getting the last of the buttons and then shoving the shirt over Eli’s shoulders and onto the floor below. Eli reached behind her, flicked her bra strap, and added that to the growing pile of clothes. Eli tugged at Sarah’s shirt, pulling it up.
Sarah demanded, “Take this off. I want to feel you against me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Snorting, Eli giggled as Sarah dragged her shirt over her head.
“Turn around,” Sarah issued another direction.
“What?”
“Trust me. Turn around.”
Eli faced the wall, pressing the palms of her hands against it. Sarah’s fingers flitted over the back, her shoulders, down to her waist and then around to her belly. Her hands were followed by lips and by a dash here and there of Sarah’s tongue. Eli put her cheek against the cold wall and drew in a sharp breath as her eyelids fluttered shut.
Sarah pulled Eli’s hips back so her butt pressed against Sarah’s front. Then Sarah’s hands moved down against the line of Eli’s jeans—still unbuttoned and unzipped from the truck. Sarah moved her pants down, nipping at the skin on Eli’s shoulder as she went. “This time, Eli, don’t hold back. There’s no one here. Nothing to fear. If you want me to do something, tell me. If you want me to stop something, tell me. You are calling all the shots.”
Eli didn’t answer. She wasn’t quite sure what to say. She’d had sex before, plenty of times, with a handful of women, but whatever Sarah was doing, with her words—not even her hands or her body—was undoing her more than anyone had ever managed to accomplish before.
“I’m going to touch you like before.”
Eli whimpered.
“I’m going to touch your breasts.”
Eli’s nipples hardened at just the thought, at the wash of breath against her shoulder. When Sarah’s lips touched just behind her ear, she pulled her lip between her teeth to stop the groan.
Sarah nipped her earlobe. “I told you, don’t hold back, Elijah.”
That was it. Her body was strung as tight as it could go. Eli’s voice echoed in the room as she groaned in an overwhelm of pleasure and anticipation. Eli rocked back, grinding her hips into Sarah’s, feeling the press of Sarah’s breasts against her back.
“Touch me,” Eli whispered.
“Where? Tell me where.”
Licking her lips, Eli tried to find her voice, tried to figure out where she wanted to be touched first because she was pretty sure the answer of “everywhere” wasn’t going to get her anything. With a hitch in her breath, she finally formed words. “Nipples.”
“What do you want me to do to them?”
Eli groaned in frustration as Sarah still wasn’t touching her aside from pressing against her back. “Pull them.”
“Like this?” Sarah’s hand grazed Eli’s skin from her hip to her waist to the side of her breast before she cupped it. Eli’s entire body focused on the one singular move. Sarah pinched Eli’s nipple between her fingers and gently tugged.
A rush of air escaped Eli’s lungs. “Yes. Harder.”
Sarah obliged. Eli bucked her hips back into Sarah and then groaned.
“Sarah.”
“Yes, love.”
“Take me already. Hard and fast like before.”
“Anything you want.” Sarah moved her other hand between Eli’s parted legs, and it was just as before. The rhythm, the buildup, the rocking and undulating of her hips. Eli was lost to every sensation, every nerve ending firing at once as she crested over a second orgasm.
When she finally had the fog cleared from her brain, Sarah wrapped her arms around her and turned so they faced each other again. They kissed, gently, slowly. Eli touched Sarah’s shoulder, moving her hand down Sarah’s arm to entwine their fingers, Sarah’s still slightly sticky and moist.
“Will you let me now?”
Sarah’s gaze turned up at Eli’s words, her lips parted. “Yes.”
“How?”
“D-don’t touch my breasts. Anything else is fair game.”
Eli nodded. She moved her hand along Sarah’s side to the skinny jeans she’d worn multiple times since she’d been there. “May I use my mouth.”
“I would welcome it.” Sarah grinned. She reached down to her pants and pulled the button and zipper. She moved to one of the large chairs Eli had furnished the living area with and pulled off her boots while Eli did the same. Soon enough they were both naked. Eli’s heart raced in anticipation. She took a second to watch as Sarah spread her legs as she sat in the chair and played with herself before she knelt between Sarah’s knees.
Moving her rough hands up and down Sarah’s silky thighs was more of a contrast than she had anticipated. Eli started with one knee, pressing kisses here and there before moving to the other. Every minute she’d inch her way up. Sarah took all of Eli’s hair into a pony and twisted it around her fist, tugging lightly to try and get Eli to move faster, but Eli was determined about taking her time. The noises coming from between Sarah’s lips spurred her on. As soon as she got where they both wanted her to be, Sarah let out a sigh of relief.
“Remember, Elijah, everything is fair game.”
Eli closed her eyes and pulled Sarah’s hips closer to the edge of the chair. She didn’t hold back any longer. At some point, Sarah moved one foot against Eli’s shoulder, pushing against her as Eli changed pattern or moved her fingers in a new and different way. When Sarah’s body clenched hard against her fingers, she reveled in the sweet pull against her. It was nearly perfect, wonderful. Tears hit the back of her eyes at the thought that this week would be it. Whatever they had was going to end very shortly.
Eli wasn’t sure she wanted to give it up, to give her up. Instead of lingering on those thoughts, Eli pushed through the emotions and brought Sarah up again, but this time, when she finished, Sarah tapped her hand, in an indication she wanted Eli to stop. Sitting back on her haunches, Eli stared up at Sarah’s rosy cheeks, tousled hair, and heavy-lidded eyes as she wiped her fingers around her mouth.
“Come here.” Sarah’s voice was deep, rough edged with passion still.
Eli did as she was told, rising on her knees so their mouths could touch, so their tongues could dance in a slow tango of soothing embraces. Sarah’s hands were in her hair again, but this time it was calm and gentle. Eli’s entire body eased from the tension it had been holding.
When Sarah pulled back, she had a smile on her face. “When do you have to go do something?”
“Three in the morning.”
“You’re free until then?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I want a nap, and then I want to do this all over again.”
Eli chuckled. “Your bed or mine?”
“Yours.”
Standing up, Eli took Sarah by the hand and led her to the basement. They walked through her small living room before pushing their way into her messy bedroom. Sarah was right behind her. Eli pulled her onto the bed, curling up on her side as Sarah did the same. They faced each other for a while, kissing here and there in between gentle words of conversation, but eventually, Eli turned over and Sarah moved against her back, curling around her. They fell asleep that way, knowing their time wasn’t up yet.
Sarah lay naked in the bed, her body sore from a week spent with Eli. As slow as the first week had been, the second had gone so fast she felt like she never caught up. She’d spent as much time with Eli as she possibly could, sometimes out in the fields and often in a bed or on a couch or anywhere in between when they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.
She smiled at the memory. She’d certainly never forget her time at Indigo, but she couldn’t figure out why she was so sad to leave. She’d been on the phone on and off the previous few days, talking with agents and publicists as they broke the silence they had promised her in order to make arrangements for her tour.
It was going to be a long six months. It was the longest tour she had ever been on, but everyone assured her it would be worth it in the end. She still wasn’t convinced, and neither was Kara, and Kara was usually a pretty good judge of Sarah’s life—whether Sarah wanted her to be or not.
Gnawing on her lip again, Sarah got up and dressed. She opened her small rollaboard suitcase on her bed and started to roll her clothes up to fit everything inside. It had taken her years to figure out the best way to pack as much as she could in very little space, but she had become an expert at it by now.
She’d felt Eli get out of the bed early that morning to go check on the cattle, but she hadn’t seen her since, which wasn’t completely abnormal, but the way she had gone had left an empty feeling in the pit of Sarah’s belly. As she finished packing, she dragged her stuff out to her rental car, the car that had just sat there for the two weeks she’d been at the house. It had almost been pointless to rent it, and it certainly would have done her better to have Eli come pick her up at the airport. Then she wouldn’t have gotten lost on the way up.
Shoving the thought aside, Sarah closed the trunk of the car and turned around to face the fields. Eli was still nowhere in sight. They had talked about when she’d have to leave that morning, late enough that Eli said she could come back to see her off but not before afternoon chores had to begin. Sarah gnawed on her lip again as she leaned against the trunk of her vehicle and checked the time on her phone.
She didn’t have much time to wait around. She walked back up to the deck, circling the house as she scanned the horizon for the old farm truck Eli normally took out. She couldn’t see her anywhere. Sarah went back inside and sat at the kitchen counter, calling Eli’s cell phone but knowing her even being in cellphone range would be a stroke of luck. When it went straight to voicemail, Sarah set her phone down and sighed.
Waiting as long as she could, and even ten minutes past when she should, Sarah gave up. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling a quick note to Eli, thanking her for the hospitality and for letting her stay there, thanking Eli for trusting her with so much. When all was said and done, she signed it and left it right on the counter where she knew Eli would find it.
