Неизвестный - 2. Beyond The Breakwater

Reese choked out a cry as she flung her head back, forcing the orgasm on with each frantic stroke of her hand. When it seemed the convulsive contractions were almost over, Tory withdrew nearly completely and then entered again, setting off another round of spasms.

Dimly, Reese heard Tory’s voice close to her ear. “Again?”

“I can’t, I can’t.” Sweat streaked Reese’s face as she pressed her cheek to Tory’s breast. She still cupped herself with her palm, but Tory had withdrawn. “God, I’m wasted.”

“I adore you.” Tory pressed her lips to Reese’s forehead, then drew her lover’s head back to her breast. “Now go to sleep, sweetheart.”

With a sigh, Reese slid her arm over Tory’s hips and closed her eyes, doing as her lover bid.

A little after midnight, Bri walked Carre to the door of what she now thought of as her father’s house, not hers.

“Can I see you tomorrow night?” Bri asked, grasping Caroline’s hand as she leaned back against the porch post.

Carre stepped closer until she was nearly between Bri’s legs. “I’d like that.”

“Carre,” Bri whispered just before she kissed her. The kiss was nearly as tentative and tender as the first time she had dared to put her mouth on Carre’s skin. Their thighs brushed lightly, and they joined fingers, clasping hands as their lips met.

Slowly, Carre pressed closer until the front of her body pressed against Bri’s, her hips sheltered between Bri’s thighs, her pelvis rocking softly in time with her slowly thrusting tongue. She whimpered quietly and Bri moaned.

Abruptly, Bri broke off the kiss and pulled her head back. “Babe,” she whispered urgently. “I have to stop.”

“We’re just kissing,” Carre teased gently.

Bri shook her head. “You feel too good. I’m too excited. I want to save it.”

“For what?” Carre tilted her head and studied Bri’s handsome face, dark now with tension and desire.

“I want the first time we’re together again to be special,” Bri whispered, resting her forehead gently on Carre’s.

With a small cry, Carre wrapped her arms around Bri’s waist and pressed her cheek to Bri’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Bri whispered. “So fucking much.”

Carre ran her fingers lightly along the edge of Bri’s jaw. “I should go in. Be good, okay?”

“You mean I can’t go home and take care of myself?”

“I’d rather you waited for me,” Carre replied, her voice soft and low.

“Does it count against me if I come in my sleep?”

Carre seemed to give this some thought, her smile widening. “Depends on who you’re dreaming about.”

“Babe,” Bri answered seriously, “I only dream of you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

When Reese stopped by the clinic to pick Tory up after her half day shift was over, Randy was nowhere in sight, so she walked through the door that led to the examining rooms and Tory’s office. As she passed an open room on her right, she automatically glanced in and saw Dan Riley bending over a woman lying on the examining table. Reese stopped abruptly, her pulse suddenly racing. The woman was Tory.

“Tor? Are you all right?” Reese walked around the far side of the table and grasped Tory’s right hand. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Tory said quickly. “I had a bit of a headache, and Dan insisted that I lie down.”

“Headache.” Reese said the word very calmly as she studied Tory’s face. Inside, the roaring in her head was making it hard for her to think. Headache, visual disturbances, protein in… “Did you call Wendy?”

“It’s not necessary.” Tory shook her head and sat up on the side of the table. “My pressure hasn’t changed. It’s just an ordinary headache. It happens.” She spoke very slowly and kept her eyes fixed on Reese’s. “Sweetheart, everything is fine.”

Finally, Reese shifted her gaze back to Dan, and he nodded slightly before speaking.

“Her pressure’s high, but no higher than what she tells me it’s been for the last few weeks.” He smiled, the kind of smile doctors give patients to reassure them. “But…her shift is over, so I recommend an afternoon of taking it easy. I think that will probably solve the problem.”

“Well, that’s what we’ll do then,” Reese said, forcing a smile of her own. “Let’s go home, love.”

Tory kissed her, then said, “Let’s call Kate and Jean and invite ourselves to dinner tonight.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

“Go to work, Reese,” Kate said. “It’s almost time for your shift. We’ll drive Tory home.”

“Okay,” Reese said, “if you’re sure. Tory?”

“Its fine, sweetheart. I’ll see you later at home.”

Reese frowned faintly. “Don’t wait up. It’ll be after midnight before I get back.”

“Then wake me up,” Tory murmured as she put her hand behind Reese’s neck and pulled her head down for a kiss. “Now get out of here, Sheriff.”

Kate waited until Reese had left, then tilted her head and asked kindly, “Is something wrong?”

“Do you and Jean have any plans to be away in the next few weeks?”

“We were going to go to Jean’s brother’s for fourth of July weekend. He and his family live near D.C.” Kate rested her hand on Tory’s knee. “Is there some reason we should cancel?”

“I hate to ask you,” Tory began hesitantly.

“What is it?”

“Hopefully, nothing,” Tory said with a small sigh. “I’m having just a bit of a problem with the pregnancy, and I might go…early.” Tory explained while Kate listened calmly.

“Could this be dangerous?” Kate asked when Tory had finished.

“There’s probably nothing to worry about but…Kate, in case anything were to…happen to me, Reese…” Tory’s voice trailed off, and she had to wait a few seconds before she could continue. “Reese would need help for a while.”

“Tory,” Kate said tenderly, taking both Tory’s hands in hers. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. You or the baby. But no matter what, I promise that Reese will be fine. This time, I’ll be there for her.”

“Thank you, Kate. For everything.”

Bri raised her head and whispered, “Did you just hear a car?”

Carre, who reclined between Bri’s legs on the sofa, murmured breathlessly, “No. Don’t stop.”

“I think Reese is home,” Bri insisted, sitting up a little. “Besides, if we keep making out like this, I’m going to have some kind of serious nerve damage. I’m walking around permanently hard.”

“I could fix that, but you keep saying no.” Carre slid her hand under Bri’s T-shirt and let her fingers drift just below the waistband of Bri’s jeans. She smiled at Bri’s swift intake of breath and the rapid tensing of the abdominal muscles. “So it’s your own fault if you’re suffering.”

At that moment, Reese walked in. “Hi, you two. Tory asleep?”

“It was all quiet when we got here about ten,” Bri announced as she and Carre bolted upright.

“Good.” Reese headed for the stairs, ignoring their frantic rearranging of clothing. “I’ll see you in the morn…”

The phone rang and, turning back quickly, Reese grabbed for it. “Conlon.”

She was silent for a few moments, and then said, “You are actually closer to me than the Sheriff’s office. Why don’t you come here.”

Reese recited the directions and hung up the phone. She turned to Bri and said, “That was Ashley Walker. She says she knows where our firebug is.”

“Holy shit.”

“What’s going on?” Tory asked from the top of the stairs.

“Nothing,” Reese said quickly. “Just a call from work.”

“Do you have to go back out?” Tory, in a loose top and baggy sweats, descended to the living room and made her way into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, drew out a carton of orange juice, then pulled a glass from the dish drainer by the sink. “Hi, Caroline. How are you?”