Wake Me Up (Fallen Angels MC Book 2) by Laura Day Read Free Book Online

have said anything. I just didn’t want you to be worried that I was going to jump your bones or something.”
     
    “I wasn’t,” she said. “And you didn’t.”
     
    “Do you want to talk about it?”
     
    Caroline took a deep breath. “I’m not sure what to talk about. I don’t—it’s not something I’ve ever done, not something I’ve ever really thought about doing. I had no idea it was something you and Jack were into. And I’ve never… been with a girl. So I just… I don’t know how to decide what to do.”
     
    “Well,” Missy said, and there was a dark, warm undertone to her voice, something that made Caroline’s body twist up in that familiar heat, “You decide what you want. And then you decide if Mason will be okay with what you want. And then you talk to him about what you want. And then you get what you want. Whatever that might be.”
     
    “I don’t know what I want. I don’t have any basis for comparison. I—women are beautiful, clearly, but I’ve never been attracted to anyone in particular. And I… am interested in the idea, and Mason would be fine with it, but I just… don’t know.”
     
    Missy was quiet for a bit, and Caroline stood in the shower spray, hoping that she hadn’t accidentally offended her friend’s wife. Finally, she spoke again, that dark thread still weaving through her words. “Do you think I could try something?”
     
    The rush of heat down into her mound told Caroline plenty about what her body felt about playing with this lovely woman. “Sure.”
     
    “Do you mind if I come into the shower?”
     
    “No, not at all.” Her heart was beating so fast that it was going to slam straight through her ribcage, she was sure of it.
     

 
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    She watched through the glass as Missy slid her jeans down, pulled her T-shirt over her head, and then unfastened her bra. Missy twisted her hair up off her neck and moved slowly across the bathroom, and when she pulled open the glass door, Caroline thought her heart might just stop entirely.
     
    Missy was beautiful in a way that stole all her words. Her eyes skimmed the other woman’s thin form—small breasts, narrow hips. “Hi,” she said, and Caroline couldn’t stop staring at Missy’s nipples, pert, small, erect, her areola as pebbled and tight as her nipples themselves.
     
    “Hi,” Caroline said, stepping back to give Missy room to step into the shower. Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat, trying not to laugh nervously.
     
    “Can I have your hand?”
     
    Caroline held it out, and Missy took it, turning it over gently, and pressing her lips delicately to the thin skin on her wrist, where her pulse was throbbing under her skin. Caroline felt her knees give out, and caught herself on the towel bar inside the shower.
     
    “Oh my god,” she whispered, and she felt Missy laugh against her skin. Her lips parted, and her tongue traced over Caroline’s skin, down her palm, turning it so that she could take Caroline’s forefinger into her mouth, curling her tongue over the digit delicately.
     
    Missy dragged it out of her mouth as Caroline fought to keep breathing while her teeth scraped gently over the skin. Each of Caroline’s fingers got the same treatment before Missy’s mouth came back to her wrist, teasing its way up her forearm, then jumping up to her collarbone, teasing and nipping up her throat before she finally kissed Caroline.
     
    Her mouth was soft, delicate, tentative; it was Caroline who brought her hands to Missy’s shoulders, then to her neck, deepening the kiss and opening her mouth to Missy’s gently probing tongue. Missy was the one who gasped and whimpered then, her hands on Caroline’s hips.
     
    Caroline’s nerves were on fire, craving touch and release. She knew that part of it was just the need to feel safe and connected, but as much of it was the beautiful woman in front of her. Her heart still pounding, she let her hands slip down Missy’s skin