sound escaped from Laura’s lips as Stacie’s warm fingers held her open. She held her breath for what she knew was coming next. She fell forward, grabbing the headboard for support.
“You’re so wet and hard,” Stacie murmured as she rubbed her lips over Laura’s swollen clit. Laura moaned as Stacie took her fully in her mouth. Her hips moved back and forth, encouraging Stacie to suck harder with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, oh, God,” Laura panted as Stacie’s fingers massaged her opening. “Please, baby,” she begged.
“Not yet,” Stacie whispered as her mouth and fingers continued the tease.
“I can’t take much more.”
“Sure, you can,” Stacie groaned, sliding her fingers through the wetness, and then she entered her.
Laura began a rocking motion with her hips against Stacie’s fingers. “More, baby, please give me more,” she cried out. “Harder, harder, oh yes, harder, yes!” Laura moaned, her back stiffening, her body shaking with orgasm before finally collapsing against the headboard in exhaustion.
Chapter 4
Rheyna’s flight had been uneventful and long, but on time. After picking up her luggage, she stepped outside the American Airlines terminal at San Francisco’s International Airport. The weather was perfect—a warm seventy-six degrees according to the Captain. She shielded her eyes from the sun, marveling at the blueness of the sky.
She crossed the street and headed toward the long-term parking area, weaving back and forth between the rows of cars until she came to the spot marked LGT4. She busted out laughing when she saw her car. She shook her head, knowing that she owed Laura a lobster dinner.
Sitting in the parking spot was a silver Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. She let out a whistle that could be heard around the parking lot. She flung her suitcase into the back and quickly removed the soft-top. It never dawned on her to look at the keys in the folder; otherwise, she would have realized that one set was for a Jeep. She smiled at the air freshener hanging from the mirror. It was a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end. Any person would be lucky to have a friend like Laura. At that moment, she realized just how truly lucky she was and silently prayed that her luck would continue.
She opened the glove box and pulled out a map of the area and the directions to her new home. According to the map, the house was located in Half Moon Bay, approximately thirty-five minutes from the airport and a short distance from the Castrucci estate. She didn’t know what to expect of the house, but she knew it was bureau-owned property and untraceable. If Castrucci decided to check on her—and they were sure he would have by now—he would see that she purchased the house two months ago. She laid the map on the seat and backed out of the parking spot.
Thank heaven for MapQuest’s easy-to-follow directions , she thought as she made her way out of the airport and merged onto U.S. 101, heading south toward San Jose along San Francisco Bay. The view was breathtaking, and with the wind blowing through her hair, she took every bit of it in. She was so engrossed in the scenery that she almost missed the Half Moon Bay exit.
According to the map, she would be on CA92 West for thirteen miles. Off to the right, a small minimart got her attention, and she decided to stop to pick up a few things. She was almost certain that the fridge would be stocked with food and other necessities, but she specifically wanted a pair of sunglasses, beer, and junk food—namely chocolate.
Her luck just kept getting better, she decided as she stopped in front of the beer section. Sitting on a shelf were several bottles of her favorite wine, Moscato Allegro. She picked up three bottles and headed for the checkout. She couldn’t believe it. She had been ordering that particular wine from an online store for the last two years. It was by far the best wine she had ever tasted, and with little effort, she could polish off a bottle
“You’re so wet and hard,” Stacie murmured as she rubbed her lips over Laura’s swollen clit. Laura moaned as Stacie took her fully in her mouth. Her hips moved back and forth, encouraging Stacie to suck harder with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, oh, God,” Laura panted as Stacie’s fingers massaged her opening. “Please, baby,” she begged.
“Not yet,” Stacie whispered as her mouth and fingers continued the tease.
“I can’t take much more.”
“Sure, you can,” Stacie groaned, sliding her fingers through the wetness, and then she entered her.
Laura began a rocking motion with her hips against Stacie’s fingers. “More, baby, please give me more,” she cried out. “Harder, harder, oh yes, harder, yes!” Laura moaned, her back stiffening, her body shaking with orgasm before finally collapsing against the headboard in exhaustion.
Chapter 4
Rheyna’s flight had been uneventful and long, but on time. After picking up her luggage, she stepped outside the American Airlines terminal at San Francisco’s International Airport. The weather was perfect—a warm seventy-six degrees according to the Captain. She shielded her eyes from the sun, marveling at the blueness of the sky.
She crossed the street and headed toward the long-term parking area, weaving back and forth between the rows of cars until she came to the spot marked LGT4. She busted out laughing when she saw her car. She shook her head, knowing that she owed Laura a lobster dinner.
Sitting in the parking spot was a silver Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. She let out a whistle that could be heard around the parking lot. She flung her suitcase into the back and quickly removed the soft-top. It never dawned on her to look at the keys in the folder; otherwise, she would have realized that one set was for a Jeep. She smiled at the air freshener hanging from the mirror. It was a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end. Any person would be lucky to have a friend like Laura. At that moment, she realized just how truly lucky she was and silently prayed that her luck would continue.
She opened the glove box and pulled out a map of the area and the directions to her new home. According to the map, the house was located in Half Moon Bay, approximately thirty-five minutes from the airport and a short distance from the Castrucci estate. She didn’t know what to expect of the house, but she knew it was bureau-owned property and untraceable. If Castrucci decided to check on her—and they were sure he would have by now—he would see that she purchased the house two months ago. She laid the map on the seat and backed out of the parking spot.
Thank heaven for MapQuest’s easy-to-follow directions , she thought as she made her way out of the airport and merged onto U.S. 101, heading south toward San Jose along San Francisco Bay. The view was breathtaking, and with the wind blowing through her hair, she took every bit of it in. She was so engrossed in the scenery that she almost missed the Half Moon Bay exit.
According to the map, she would be on CA92 West for thirteen miles. Off to the right, a small minimart got her attention, and she decided to stop to pick up a few things. She was almost certain that the fridge would be stocked with food and other necessities, but she specifically wanted a pair of sunglasses, beer, and junk food—namely chocolate.
Her luck just kept getting better, she decided as she stopped in front of the beer section. Sitting on a shelf were several bottles of her favorite wine, Moscato Allegro. She picked up three bottles and headed for the checkout. She couldn’t believe it. She had been ordering that particular wine from an online store for the last two years. It was by far the best wine she had ever tasted, and with little effort, she could polish off a bottle
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