Syd Parker - The Killing Ground

“So what do you do, Jordan?”

The question had been asked nonchalantly, as if they were acquaintances meeting for coffee. But she saw something underneath the inquisitive look. Meghan was searching for something. What it was she wasn’t sure, but Jordan felt the need for nondisclosure. “I’m an…investor.”

That was generic enough and held some truth. She did invest her life, so to speak, to bringing justice where there was injustice. “How about you?”

Meghan regarded her closely. She knew she had been lied to, or at least the real truth had been withheld. She knew the game. She’d had these encounters before, more often than she would like. Sometimes, she even imagined that she could commit to someone, but then her true nature came through, and she would go in search of another one nightstand. “Banking.”

It wasn’t entirely untrue. She was a banker of sorts. She was actually the managing director of the Helping Hands Fertilization Clinic. That wasn’t something she told her dates though. It wasn’t sexy, and more times than not, the conversation sparked an evening of delving questions, and she wasn’t up for that tonight. No, tonight she wanted to separate her mind from her body and just fuck. One look at Jordan and she was sure she would accomplish that tonight.

“Sounds interesting.” Jordan feigned interest in what she was sure wasn’t really Meghan’s profession. She downed her drink and waived two fingers at the bartender. When he had refilled them, she met Meghan’s interested gaze. She ran her knuckles over Meghan’s jaw. “Listen, let’s not pretend this is anything more than sex.”

“Fair enough.” Meghan sighed with relief. “I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep up the conversation much longer.”

Jordan laughed wickedly. “Your place or mine then?”

Meghan dropped a twenty on the bar and slid off her stool. “Mine, it’s right around the corner.”

Jordan followed her out of the bar and in the darkness of the night, slipped her arm through Meghan’s. “Lead the way.”

Two minutes later, they were ensconced in the warmth of an elevator, the nine-floor trip flying by quickly. Meghan opened the door to her apartment and turned on a hall light. She shut the door behind them and held out her hand. “I’ll take your coat.”

Jordan shrugged out of her knee-length leather coat and draped it over Meghan’s arm. She let out a low whistle. “Nice place. The banking business must be pretty good.”

Meghan smiled. You have no idea. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I’ll take a beer if you have it.”

Meghan led them into the kitchen and pulled two bottles out of the fridge. She twisted the tops off and handed one to Jordan, who took an appreciative swig.

“It’s a local brewery. Goose Island.”

“I know it well. My mom is a waitress there. Has been since I was a kid.”

“Small world.” Meghan set her beer on the bar and stepped closer to Jordan, pressing her against the countertop. She looked down at her, her eyes twinkling. She ran a fingertip over the collar of Jordan’s shirt, dipping into the vee between her small breasts. She licked her jaw seductively, and Jordan felt her knees tremble. When Meghan’s tongue dipped into her ear and swirled around it, Jordan shivered. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

True to her word, Meghan slid a hand over her crotch. She let out a disappointed sigh. “You’re not packing. I figured a butch like you would come equipped.”

Jordan smiled ruefully. “Not tonight, darling. You didn’t give me much notice.”

Meghan shrugged. “No matter. Besides, I prefer to be the one with the cock.” She opened Jordan’s jeans and slipped her hand inside her briefs. Her finger dipped inside Jordan at the same time as her tongue teased its way inside her mouth. She was a skilled lover, and before long, Meghan had Jordan bracing the countertop, her fingers drawing out a fierce orgasm. When her breathing returned to normal, Jordan leaned against Meghan. “Fuck, your hands are dangerous.”

“You know what they say, practice makes perfect.” Meghan’s voice was oddly devoid of feeling, and Jordan wondered if she were present. She met her eyes, and they had turned decidedly remote.

Jordan wasn’t sure what prompted her next move other than the emotional distance making her even more turned on. “Then I guess I should get some more practice in.”

She spun Meghan around and hoisted her body up on the bar. They were at eye level now, and she ran her tongue over Meghan’s lips, darting inside her mouth. She undid her shirt and pulled her bra away. Leaning over, she captured Meghan’s nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it roughly. She heard Meghan moan, and when she spread her legs, Jordan stepped between them.

Jordan had questioned Meghan’s skirt, given the temperatures, but it did allow her easier access, and she quickly slid the material up, exposing Meghan’s naked sex. She licked her thighs, her nose taking in her heady arousal. She pushed Meghan back roughly and slid her tongue inside her wet creaminess. She pulled her hips towards her face, burying her tongue even deeper.

Meghan could feel her muscles contracting and her arousal building deep inside until her clit was a painful peak. She pulled Jordan’s face into her body roughly and started to ride her tongue. “Fuck, Jordan. Eat my pussy. That’s right, eat my fucking pussy.”

Jordan’s own arousal though already sated came back with a painful ferocity. She felt her jeans rubbing against her clit painfully. She lifted her leg over Meghan’s foot and started to rub against it, trying to assuage her own need. She slid two fingers into Meghan’s aroused center and captured her clit in her mouth.

She stilled until Meghan moved against her, begging to come. She pulled her fingers out then slammed them into her body making her cry out. “Yeah, like that. Fuck me!”

Meghan was not shy when it came to sex, and that turned Jordan on even more. She increased the pressure on her clit and soon, Meghan’s body began to tremble around her. She could feel her own orgasm coming close behind. She pushed Meghan to the edge then over as her own orgasm crashed through her body.

When she stopped coming, she fell against Meghan’s body and smiled into her naked breasts. “Now that’s my kind of sparring.”

Meghan chuckled softly. “And that round goes to you. I’d say you don’t need any more practice.”

Jordan could sense the dismissal, and it didn’t bother her at all. Yes, sex with Meghan had been great, but by prearrangement, they had both already decided this was all they wanted. She pushed herself away from Meghan and smirked. “Thanks, darling. I’ll show myself out.”

Jordan pulled the door closed behind her and smiled again. She ran a finger under her nose and inhaled deeply. Very immature and too much like a man, but she did it anyway. She wouldn’t apologize for it either. She liked the way a woman smelled and tasted, and she lingered on the scent a moment longer before punching the button to call the elevator.

When she stepped outside, the cold hit her immediately, and she pulled her coat around her tightly. She shoved her hands in her pockets, wishing she had thought to bring her gloves. Despite the cold and the late hour, the city was still alive, and she decided she wanted another drink. She was about to pull her phone out to call Matty when it rang. She hit the accept button and held it against her ear with a shaky hand, unable to control her shivering. “Hello?”

“Special Agent Gray?” The voice on the other end was slightly familiar, and it only took Jordan a second to remember it.

“Detective Foxx. What brings you to my phone at this hour?” Jordan tried to ignore the slight flutter in her stomach when she said her name. She thought that Foxx was certainly a fitting moniker, but she suddenly wished that she was at liberty to call her Rebecca.