LJ Maas - Rebecca’s Cove

“It’s okay, honey. He can’t hurt me anymore, not unless I let him, and I’m not going to let him.”

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Rebecca’s

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Hobie was still quiet, but Baylor could feel her body begin to relax. She heard a muffled sound and thought Hobie was crying. “Hobie, you okay?” When Hobie turned, Baylor could see that she was laughing.

“God.” Hobie shook her head. “I think our wedding night is going good so far, how about you?”

“You are crazy, do you know that?”

“I know. I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. I’m sorry for going off like that.”

“Don’t be. I was pretty impressed.”

“Impressed that I can turn into a raving lunatic at the drop of a hat?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of being thankful that I have someone who loves me enough to turn into a raving lunatic on my behalf.”

“Thanks.” Hobie furrowed her brow. “I think.”

“I love you, Hobie Lynn, just as you are, all your frailties and faults included. I’ve always believed that it was a person’s flaws that make them so lovable.”

“Really? Well then, I should be damn near irresistible.” “You are, baby. You are,” Baylor said, punctuating her answer

with a passionate kiss.

“Same goes for you.” Hobie returned the kiss with equal fervor. “When you said you weren’t going to let your father hurt you anymore, does that mean you might,” Hobie gently placed a line of kisses from Baylor’s jaw to her collarbone, “give the pool a shot?”

“Um...” Baylor nervously looked at the water. She figured she could be brave if she had to, but was her wedding night the time to close old wounds?

Hobie continued her seduction where she had left off before her meltdown. She unbuttoned two more buttons on Baylor’s blouse and surprised her by gently massaging her breast. Hobie could feel the nipple harden immediately under the thin silk blouse.

“Oh, God.” Baylor groaned. She wanted to speak, but her body was enjoying the experience too much. She was sure her brain

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was making a conscious effort to keep her voice from messing up the entire experience.

“Because I was thinking...” Hobie continued. She had completely unbuttoned Baylor’s blouse. Her fingers easily slipped inside the silky bra to tease Baylor even further. “You’ve got this negative experience on your mind, and maybe...” She lightly pinched the hardened nipple, making Baylor gasp in pleasure.

“Maybe you just need a positive experience in the water to push that old memory out. What do you think?” Hobie nuzzled the skin of Baylor’s neck and sucked, gently at first, then gradually increasing the intensity of the sensation.

“Good God!” Baylor said. “Hmm?”

Baylor finally received the message from her body that this was a good thing and that she shouldn’t ruin it. “Oh, yeah. Positive is good. I could do positive.” Her head bobbed up and down.

“I’m glad you feel that way.” Hobie forced herself to separate from Baylor and walked to the table. “Are you going to open this?”

“Now?”

Hobie nodded. Baylor made quick work of the wire and cork. She turned with a full glass to catch Hobie unzipping her dress. Hobie pushed the dress from her shoulders and carefully stepped out of it, then folded the garment over the back of a nearby chair. “What are you doing?” Baylor asked the question that needed

no answer.

“Oh, I know you’re smarter than that,” Hobie said with a devilish smile. She unhooked her bra.

Baylor had once again lost her ability to speak. She emptied the champagne glass in her hand in three swallows. Her eyes widened and her brows became lost in her hairline when Hobie tossed the undergarment onto the chair with her dress. “Holy shit!”

“I wondered what you’d say.” With her index finger, Hobie touched the tiny gold hoop that hung from her left nipple.

“Holy shit.”

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

“Well, I-I mean...I wasn’t really prepared. God, didn’t it hurt?”

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Baylor moved closer to inspect the piercing, having temporarily put her passion on hold.

“Not at all,” Hobie said dryly. She slapped Baylor on the arm. “Are you insane? I think I took Vicodin for a week just to get my bra on.”

“How does it feel now?”

“Well, it has been several years. Why don’t you tell me?” Baylor didn’t waste any more time. She slipped one arm

around Hobie’s waist, drawing her into a kiss, and her other hand found its way to Hobie’s chest. She brushed the warm metal with her thumb and forefinger, tenderly massaging the area.

“Mmm.” Hobie’s eyes closed. “I’d say it feels very good.” “Very, very good,” Baylor said. She kissed Hobie until they

were both breathless. “God, you feel good,” she whispered as she ran her fingers across Hobie’s skin.

Hobie’s hands moved under Baylor’s open blouse, finally coming to rest upon her strong back. She slid her hands upward and, with the skillful movement of two fingers, quickly unhooked the white silk bra.

Hobie took special delight in the sounds coming from Baylor as she moaned into their kisses. Gently pressing her palm against Baylor’s breast, she only allowed the barest contact as she tickled her palm by rubbing it against the stiff nipple. She repeated the action on the other breast.

Baylor’s hands were similarly busy, and Hobie seriously considered letting go and exploding into orgasm at that moment. She’d never experienced such intense emotions before. They excited and unnerved her at the same time.

“I have to say that you’re slightly overdressed for the occasion,” Hobie said.

“Your wish is my command,” Baylor said with a grin. She stepped back and took off her jacket. The rest of her clothes quickly formed a pile on the ground. With one last smirk, she bent to remove her panties.

Hobie hoped the gasp she heard hadn’t come from her, but she had a feeling that was wishful thinking. She still couldn’t believe that this incredibly beautiful woman belonged to her, and that she

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wanted her, as well.

“Better?” Baylor asked as she returned to wrap her arms around Hobie.

“You have no idea.”

“Now who’s wearing too much?” Baylor ran the tip of her finger along the top edge of Hobie’s panties.

“Oh.” Hobie offered a crooked smile. She made a move to remove the garment in question, but Baylor stopped her.

“I’d like to do that,” Baylor said softly. She didn’t wait for an answer. She tenderly kissed Hobie’s lips, then moved her hands to the sides of the panties, sliding them down. She dropped to one knee and waited for Hobie to step out of them.

Baylor ran her hands up the backs of Hobie’s legs, stopping to rest on her backside. She gently touched her lips to Hobie’s thigh. The urge to touch her reddish-brown curls was almost too great to resist. The scent of Hobie’s arousal tugged at the loosely held strings of Baylor’s control. She forced herself to go slow and placed a soft kiss on Hobie’s belly, just above the hairline. Then as she stood, she allowed her lips and tongue to trail across the soft skin, up to eager lips that met hers in a breathless kiss.

“Come with me,” Hobie said hoarsely. She took Baylor’s hand and directed her to the steps that led into the pool.

Baylor paused as soon as her foot hit the water. Her breathing became shallow and she swallowed hard.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. Let’s just sit on the steps. The water isn’t deep here.”