Enjoy…
By Ronica Black
Chapter 9
Wednesday, July 16th 9:54 am
Erin clawed her way out of a deep sleep to the sound of the door bell ringing. She lay perfectly still, hoping that whoever it was would go away. But when the ringing of the door bell gave way to knocking and then pounding, she threw back the covers and slid her nude body into a robe.
"I'm coming, just a minute!" Whoever it was didn't seem to hear her and the pounding was doing a marvelous job of welcoming her to the morning and the land of the living.
"Ok, ok!" She unlocked the door and jerked it open. The bright sunlight pierced her nocturnal eyes and she had to shield them before she could make out the figure standing at her door.
"You still sleeping?" Henderson made her way into the house, leaving a slow moving Mac to shut the door behind her.
"Was, yeah." She followed Henderson into the living room, rubbing her eyes and face, trying to stir up her slumbering blood.
"Sorry to wake you but we need to talk." She made herself comfortable on the couch and waited for Mac to join her.
"No problem." She said as she made her way to the kitchen.
"O.J?" She asked as she retrieved the carton from the fridge.
"No thanks." Henderson declined, her insides churning their protest at the mention of something forthcoming.
Erin poured herself a glass and walked back over to the couch to sit with Henderson.
"I already know it's serious. Otherwise you wouldn't have risked coming yourself." She took a sip of the tart liquid and watched her colleague from her end of the sofa.
She looked tired and worn out, dark shadows under her eyes. Her thick auburn mane was pulled back into a loose ponytail, allowing some loose and unruly strands to fall around her face. Her jeans and polo shirt were covered in dust and Erin quickly gathered by her hiking boots that she had been out in the desert. As to a reason why, Erin sat and waited, knowing she was about to tell her.
"I made sure you were clear before I came. You know I would never put you at risk."
Erin shook her head in agreement and took another tired pull from her juice.
"Ruiz wanted to call but I thought it best that I come in person. As you know, we went after Reece to arrest her on Monday and we found her place in disarray and covered in blood."
"Yes." Erin replied, encouraging her to continue.
"In processing her apartment we found some pretty incriminating evidence."
"You mean the nine millimeter and the tranquilizer?"
Henderson shook her head. "And the knife as well." She knew that Sergeant Ruiz had spoken with Mac and that he had done his best to keep her up to date and well informed.
"And does it all match?"
Henderson tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear.
"Ballistics confirmed the gun match this morning. And the tranquilizer and the knife are matches also."
"That's great news." Erin said as she pulled her robe tighter around her body. She felt cold but couldn't explain why.
"Then this morning at about five o'clock we received a call from the highway patrol. A van was found at the bottom of Pike's Canyon. Apparently it had run off the road and busted through the safety barrier. It landed at the bottom of the canyon and exploded upon impact. We ran the vehicle identification number and the van came back as belonging to Kristen Reece."
Erin took in a deep breath and set down her orange juice.
"There's more." Henderson said before continuing. "There was a body inside. It was burned beyond recognition and we'll be lucky to get anything from it."
"What about dental comparison?" Erin asked.
"The van has been there since Monday. And there is evidence of animal tampering. Most of the missing body parts have been retrieved not far from the accident scene. But we still haven't located the skull."
"So where does all this leave the investigation?" From what she had just heard it sounded like they had all they needed to pin everything on Reece.
"The department wants to close the case, pending the positive identification of Reece. We don't have anything on Adams linking her to the murders. We have her threats but we all know that would get nowhere in court."
Erin sat sideways on the couch, hugging her knees up to her chest.
"She knew Reece; she could've easily put her up to it."
Henderson looked at her and then said softly. "Yes, but we can't prove it."
"So what now? Am I out?"
Oh God yes, please get out. Henderson thought to herself. She couldn't bear it if Mac got hurt at the hands of Elizabeth Adams. Especially when she herself should have been able to prevent it.
"It's up to you. I think you should call it quits and get yourself out." She said the words carefully, hoping that Mac would hear them and understand how much she meant them.
"Why?" She needed to hear why, her own mind suddenly unable to piece the overwhelming information together.
"Because this all seems to falling in to place too easily. Because I still think Adams is involved and I think she may have framed Reece."
"All the more reason to keep me in." She didn't want to quit now, not when she felt so close to making a breakthrough with the mysterious woman.
"It's not safe, Mac. If she could've masterminded all this," She gestured with her hands to emphasize her point. "Then think how easy it would be for her to do something to you. Get out now and let the department wrap this up in the tidy little package that they want to."
"But you still think she's guilty, you said so yourself."
"I do. But I don't think you risking your life will bring us anything more than we already have. They want it wrapped up now. There's nothing more we can do."
"What does Ruiz think?"
"He's willing to give you one last shot at Adams if you want it. He'll give you tonight and then he wants you out."
"Ok then. I'll do it." She answered quickly and confidently, wanting the chance.
"Mac, please. It's too dangerous." She looked at the blonde and examined her beautiful face, her sleep tousled hair, her strong determination. She wished she could change her mind, to somehow shelter her from all the dangers in the world. But looking into the bright green eyes filled to the brim with adamant will, she knew that all she had said had fallen upon deaf and determined ears.
"Will you still shadow me?" Erin needed to know that Henderson would still be there for her.
Henderson sighed her defeat. "Yes, of course. But be careful, she's not happy about my being there."
"I'll be fine."
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9:00pm La Femme
"J.R. can you hear me ok?" Henderson asked as she pulled into the club and threw her Blazer into park.
"10-4."
"What about Mac? You reading her loud and clear?"
"Negative. She refused to wear the wire tonight."
"Shit!" Henderson slammed her fist down hard on her steering wheel. She was already worried enough about the rookie detective and now she finds out that she went in cold. Was Mac trying to give her a heart attack?
"I'm going in." She climbed down out of her truck and walked angrily towards the entrance.
"Hey Henderson, you look good in leather pants." J.R. chided in her ear.
"Fuck off." She had half the mind to toss the ear piece across the parking lot. But instead she continued onward and forward with J.R. nestled discreetly in her ear.
The wind kicked up, bringing with it the promise of dust and rain. She breathed deep, always enjoying the raw earthy scent of a monsoon storm. She looked toward the north where the monsoon clouds usually originated. With the absence of the sun it was hard to make out the dark wall of clouds that she knew loomed in the near distance. As if on cue, lightning lit up the night sky, showing off the storm clouds, playing tag from one end of the clouds to another. Not wanting to get caught by the blowing dust soon to come, she picked up her step and walked quickly to club entrance.
Hoards of leather clad women cluttered around the main entrance, anxiously awaiting entrance. She made her way past them, pushing and shoving her way past many of them, eyeing their black leather garb, their dark lipstick, their suggestive stares. Some of the women wore classic S&M outfits, black leather pants, studded collars and bodices. A few wore leashes attached to their collars with no one pulling on the other end. They were hoping against hope, that one special someone would choose them for the evening and then and only then would they allow their leashes to be led. Looking around, she also noticed that not a single soul dressed as a dominatrix. That role was saved for one person and one person only.
"Hey, you have to wait in line!" A large female bouncer yelled to her as she walked through the entrance. Henderson continued walking, ignoring her. "Hey, I said…"
Henderson turned, the grip on her arm tight and restraining. "Back off."
She jerked her arm away and pulled out her badge. The bouncer looked at it and backed away carefully as if the badge were a venomous snake ready to strike at her at any moment.
Henderson turned and continued on her trek and made her way inside to the heart of the club. Dark techno music thumped so hard it rattled her chest. She looked around, trying to locate Mac but it was nearly impossible. The dance floor was packed with women and the usual lasers and colorful lights that shined from above had been replaced by deep blues and purples, making it nearly impossible to make out a face.
A girl with a bleached blonde mohawk led a fellow dancer to the back wall where they immediately began kissing and groping one another. The black lights illuminated her hair brightly, making it hard for Henderson to tear her eyes away.
Remembering Mac, she refocused and made her way towards the bar, hoping for a better view of the dance floor. Mac had arrived at the club minutes before her and yet it was already as if she had been swallowed up by the mass of dancing women. She had to locate her and her anxiety wouldn't settle until she did.
The bar was busy with dozens of leather clad women hovering around it, yelling out their demands. Henderson knew without looking that Blade wasn't there. The girl had called her crying earlier that morning, upset because Adams had fired her. It was just as well, she knew the girl didn't belong at the club and working for Adams. She had promised her that she would put in a good word for her at any other bar and that had seemed to calm her down.
She found a place to stand next to the crowded bar and she began carefully scanning the dance floor, hoping that Mac hadn't already been escorted upstairs, or worse, somewhere away from the club. Her eyes tried to search faces, but the task was nearly impossible. She looked to the back wall and saw the girl with the blonde glowing mohawk. Her body was sweaty and thrusting in tune with the dark beat. Her larger frame was in front of her companion, her arm disappearing down into the other woman's pants.
Suddenly, Henderson felt a piercing cold down the back of tight fitting t-shirt. Someone from behind had bumped into her, spilling their drink into the black fabric of her t-shirt. The cold was shocking and it had torn her attention back away from the mohawk girl and her hand job. She looked up instead, at the dancing women on the raised platforms. Most were dressed in various S&M get ups, dancing, spanking and whipping one another.
Her hand rubbed aimlessly at her wet t-shirt and her eyes swept the room and movement on the V.I.P stairs caught her attention. The tall, dark woman was working her way down, slowly, deliberately. Rob Zombie's Living Dead Girl began thumping into the club, feeding the women like blood to a vampire. Adams came into better view and many of the women began to stand still, watching, waiting for the one.
Henderson knew what she was wearing, having seen it countless times before. But nevertheless, she couldn't help but look.
The shiny black pants clung to her legs like a second skin, allowing for a view of the sinew of muscles underneath as they moved with her walk. She wore her black motorcycle boots, heavy, strong and masculine, promising of the strength she intended to uphold. Her torso was bare, the tanned skin stretching across her trim waist, and twitching with the etched abdominal muscles.
Her upper body was scantily clad with a silver chain front vest, fastened to her by black leather straps. As she walked the chains moved, allowing winks from her dark, puckered nipples. Her midnight hair was combed back away from her face and a black leather mask fit snug around her piercing eyes, making her sculpted cheek bones more elaborate. Henderson focused on the leather lace up guards that she wore on her forearms. The outfit was as powerful as it was sexy. Demanding attention while it demanded submissiveness.
Henderson swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes away. What was worse was that she knew that in the privacy of Adams lair, the tight pants would be removed, revealing the real dominatrix outfit.
And the real dominatrix was what all of these women wanted and wished for. Henderson had had her, had experienced the powerful sex with their pseudo goddess and she had to admit that if any of the women knew how good the sex really was, they would kill themselves trying to get to her.
As it was, they were all clamoring to the bottom of the stairs, hoping for a mere glance their way, a smile, or the rare opportunity to actually be chosen for the evening.
Adams reached the bottom of the stairs and walked with graceful confidence through the parting crowd. A few of the women shouted her name, desperate for her attention. Some walked in her path, causing her to grin slyly and grab their leashes, pulling them to her a breath away from her mouth and then releasing them with a shove back into the crowd. As she teased the women, yanking them in, them shoving them back, Henderson's eye caught the swinging of the red suede tassels on the flogger Adams had fastened to the belt of her pants.
Heated blood rushed to her face and to her loins as the sight of the flogger brought back flashes of some of their more intense sexual interactions. Memories of being lightly restrained on her back on the bed came flooding back to her along with the whip of the tassels against her bare breasts as Adams straddled her. She braced herself against the person next to her and tried to regain the strength in her legs as she shook the images from her mind.
She regained her focus on Adams and watched as she continued through the crowd until she came upon a lone blonde standing in the center of the still dance floor.
Henderson gulped as her eyes focused in recognition of Mac. She hadn't seen her earlier and obviously wasn't prepared for how she would look. Desire once again heated her blood as she examined the young detective. Her blonde hair appeared wet and it was slicked back against her head. The black leather pants Henderson had purchased for her fit her muscled legs snuggly, but instead of the black leather vest Henderson had bought to accompany the pants, Mac was wearing in its place a very revealing black lace bra. The decision to nix the vest and go with the bra had obviously been Mac's sole idea and Henderson at once understood why she had done it. The bra was much more revealing and way more daring. Definitely something that Adams would appreciate.
With her heart racing with desire and her mind screaming with jealousy and want, Henderson continued to watch from afar as Adams approached the sexy blonde.
"Hi." Adams greeted like a purr as she stood before Erin, completely confident and more than a little domineering.
"Hi." Erin said, unable to peel her eyes away from the exposed body before her. The chains were still moving and she wished they would settle in a position covering the beautiful breasts beneath them altogether.
Adams was looking her up and down, a grin spreading across her face.
"You look better than I could've ever imagined."
"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." Erin tried to downplay how incredibly sexy the dark woman looked.
The crowd around them had once again started to dance and Adams moved into her, pressing her warm body up against Erin's.
"I'm glad you came." She whispered into her ear. "Dance with me."
Erin shuddered as they began to move in rhythm with the music. Adams pulled her close and Erin could feel her taunt nipples as they found their way through the chains once again. She let her hands rest on the firm planes of the taller woman's back and willed her body to remain calm.
"Mmm. Your hands feel so good on me." Adams said huskily in her ear.
"Hey you two, mind if I join in?" Another voice spoke in her other ear. Erin turned and instantly recognized the movie actress she had met several nights before. She looked equally as sexy in the black leather band fastened tightly around her bare breasts. A black patch covered one eye, offering mystique as well as sex.
"Not at all." Erin answered before Adams had a chance.
The actress smiled and moved in to close to Erin, turning her away from Adams. Before Erin knew what was happening, the thick luscious lips of the actress had claimed her own with a vengeance. Her hot tongue invaded Erin's mouth, probing and swirling and Erin pulled away as she felt something else.
She swallowed and half choked a bitter taster in her mouth.
"What was that?" She looked to the grinning actress and continued to try to swallow and wash away whatever it was from her mouth.
"Relax, it was only E."
Erin shook her head as if everything was ok and she turned back towards Adams and placed her hands on her hips.
"That was quite a kiss." She tried to sound nonchalant but inwardly she was worried. She had never taken ecstasy and she didn't know how her body would react. She hoped it wouldn't interfere with her plans to seduce Adams and possibly extract some incriminating statements from the dark woman.
"Angie's known for her E kisses." They began to dance again and Erin felt Angie move from behind her, leaving them once again alone with each other.
"You're right; this beats the hell out of the Wild West party."
Adams laughed heartily. "You have no idea."
"I'd like to find out." She looked up into the bright blue eyes as she said the seductive and submissive plea.
"Really?"
Erin could see the hint of a raised eyebrow just above the leather mask.
"This is quite a change." Adams continued, intrigued.
"Are you complaining?" Erin asked, toying with her.
Adams laughed once again. "Not at all. Don't tell me leather turns you on…I would've never guessed it from your writing."
"What exactly did you get from my writing?"
"Well, let's see." She thought aloud. "That you're a romantic and very, very lonely."
The revelation startled Erin, even if she herself wasn't Katherine Chandler; the words still described her nonetheless.
"Uh, well I was hoping you would've gotten more than that from the books."
"Oh but I did." She pulled her closer, tighter against her. "You write about all that romance and desire because it's what you crave most in your life. True love, idealized romance and relationships. All of it. You want it all."
"And you think it's not possible." Erin could tell by her tone that she thought the prospect of true love was unobtainable.
Adams thought for a moment before she spoke. "Not from what I've seen of people."
"You've never been in love." Erin declared matter of factly.
Adams pulled away from her, looking into her face. "How would you know that?"
"Because if you had, then you would know that true love is something that you can't control. It just happens. And no reason or sensibility can quell it. It just is." She didn't know where the words were coming from, they were just spilling out.
Adams stared at her a moment longer. Her blue eyes struck as if Erin had reached a new layer in their depths, causing a flood of darker, deeper blue.
"The E must be getting to you." Adams stated, trying to hide what Erin could already see in her eyes.
"You're afraid. You're afraid to let someone in." Erin said the words softly, the revelation seeming very fragile to her. Adams was a brittle shell, with no emotion on the inside. It had been hidden safely somewhere else, leaving behind an empty, tough looking, but nonetheless very fragile shell. She could see it all now, it was so clear and her heart pained for the woman.
"It's ok. I understand." Erin continued softly, searching the taller woman's beautiful face. She was so incredibly beautiful. "Take off the mask." She pleaded, suddenly needing to see her face, all of her face.
Adams licked her lips at the request. She looked down into the green eyes sparkling with silent need and empathy. She wanted to turn her down, to square her strong shoulders and clench her jaw and act her normal uncaring self. But she couldn't. She couldn't push this woman away. This writer who had first struck her with her looks then her words and finally her heart.
"I…" She looked around, not knowing what to say, what to do. "Not here." She turned and gently took Erin's hand to lead her through the dance floor. They began to walk and Erin took a deep breath, noticing her surroundings for the first time. The sound of the music, the different shades of the lights, it all felt so incredible. And beautiful. It was all so beautiful. She looked at the women dancing around her and she was taken in by their faces. A thin sheen of sweat covered their skin, while the deep shades of blue and purple from the lights accented the contours and planes of their faces. They were beautiful.
She tripped over someone's foot and stumbled a bit, causing Adams to turn back to her.
"You ok?"
Erin ran her hand over her own forehead, amazed at the warm sweat coating her brow. She noticed the elaborate movement of the people dancing to her sides in her peripheral vision. She turned to look at them, unable to resist. But the dance wasn't near as incredible as it appeared to be in her peripheral vision. At that moment she knew she was feeling the effects of the drug.
"Fine." She turned back to Adams and smiled, truly feeling the smile. In fact, she felt better than fine. She felt fucking fabulous.
Adams turned again, satisfied that she was indeed ok to walk once again. She led them up the stairs slowly, allowing Erin a wonderful view of her backside covered tightly by the shiny black pants.
"Are you sure you're ok?" They had reached the top of the stairs and Erin hadn't even realized it. The enormous grin was still planted on her face.
"I'm fine." She looked at her hand where Adams held her with her own. Her skin felt so warm, so soft. Erin lifted it up and kissed it, needing to taste it.
Adams looked at her long and hard, her blue eyes lightening a shade, blazing with desire. At that moment metallic silver flakes fell upon them from the rafters above. Erin squealed with delight as her attention instantly fell upon the brilliant silver snowfall around them. The crowd below roared to life and raised their hands as Nine Inch Nails' Closer began thumping into the club.
"This is so much fun." Erin threw her arms around Adams and grinned into her neck.
The ecstasy was full force now and she knew it but she didn't care. She couldn't care; her mind and body wouldn't let her care. She felt Adams tense with arousal next to her. She couldn't help but grin and the woman smelled so damn good.
"What is that, that you wear?" She had pulled back and was lightly fingering her neck the object of her question.
Adams wondered why she was even considering answering. She never answered personal questions, but the soft tickle of Katherine's affectionate finger was slowly bringing her stone wall to a crumble, stroke by stroke.
"It's called Crave, by Calvin Klein." She had to clear her tight throat in order to get the words out. Katherine was lighting a fire within her that was burning hotter and brighter than anything ever had before it.
"MMm. I can certainly see why it's called that." Erin whispered, meaning every word.
"Are you two having all the fun without me?" Angie was back and she was standing just slightly in between them.
"We were just starting to." Adams was annoyed at being interrupted, but the smile on Katherine's face kept her temper in check.
"I believe," Angie stated looking at Adams. "That I owe you a kiss now."
The music was loud and powerful and the words teased at Erin's ears. Looking at Angie and Adams, she suddenly wanted to indeed "fuck like an animal".
Adams looked past Angie to the blonde. "I don't want any E." She didn't need any to feel the incredible emotions and desire she felt for Katherine.
"I don't have any. But I still owe you a kiss." Angie wasn't giving up and she was fingering the dark woman's nipples through her chains.
Erin could feel her eyes dilate at the erotic scene before her. She could almost feel the persistent strokes of Angie's fingers on the dark nipples.
"Kiss her." Erin choked out, needing to see it, but even more so she needed to experience it.
Adams looked surprised and she couldn't believe her own ears. She looked at Katherine's face and she saw the desire flushing her cheeks. The blonde was turned on and she didn't want to do anything to dampen her fire.
She grabbed Angie by the back of the head and brought her face close to her own.
"Make me bleed, baby." The plea was deep and throaty, and Adams complied, allowing herself to finally open up the flood gates of desire.
Erin watched with voyeuristic delight as the two beautiful women kissed. She could see their tongues battling for dominance, eventually leading to Adams taking Angie's full bottom lip into her mouth, tugging at it with her teeth, and sucking on it with force.
Angie moaned with deep delight and Adams finally let loose and Angie pulled away, fingering her lip, as a slight grin curved them upwards at the taste of her own blood.
Erin swallowed as if she to could taste the blood, heavy and thick with metal, like sucking on a penny. Her nostrils flared, curious to find the scent of it, the scent of sated desire. The kiss had been powerful and hungry, and it had awakened her own need to feed.
"My turn." She stepped up to Adams and wrapped her hands in the dark hair at the base of the taller woman's head. The noise of the club distanced in a tunneling fog as ravenous need clouded Erin's senses. She could hear her own heart beat echoing within, rushing her adrenaline heavy blood to her extremities, to her lips, filling them, darkening them.
She closed her eyes and took Adams into her mouth, sucking in her top lip and rimming it with her hungry tongue. She felt the taller woman tremble and then as if she had regained control she grabbed Erin's back and pulled her into her with a groan.
Erin felt the tongue in an instant, demanding entry, demanding the right to explore and lay claim. Without seeing it she knew it was longer than her own and astonishingly agile as it tasted her entire mouth in fluid, easy motions.
Wanting more, she met the hot forceful tongue with her own, swirling and dueling. She felt Adams move her hand up from her back to the back of her head. Then, holding her there, she took Erin's tongue in her own mouth and began sucking.
Erin groaned with delight at the sensation and she felt her flesh throb between her legs, demanding to be next. With hunger and need fueling her, she tugged on the dark mane wrapped in her fingers. Adams had no choice but to pull away a little and Erin took full advantage by pulling on her lower lip and biting on it as she sucked.
Adams reacted instantly, standing on her tip toes and then lifting Erin up off the ground.
Erin pulled away breathlessly, not anywhere near satisfied. Adams set her back down and then lifted her again, this time wrapping Erin's legs around her waist.
"I need to taste you. Now." Adams said her throat tight, her voice raspy.
Erin merely shook her head, the feel of the strong woman between her legs beating reason and accountability hands down. Adams carried her to the door to her private room. She balanced Erin up against the wall while she typed in her code, allowing them access. Erin saw Angie behind them and Adams turned, sensing her presence.
"Not tonight Ange."
The actress stopped and stood, a smile playing on her lips. "Have fun girls." She purred before walking away.
Erin clung to the dark woman as they walked inside. She knew what she was about to do, just like she knew she shouldn't. But nothing seemed to matter to her at that moment except for the need to touch and be touched.
Her skin felt alive. Alive as if it were it's own thinking being with a beating pulse and a voracious, insatiable appetite. It craved.
She nuzzled in the dark woman's exposed neck causing her to shudder. Adams released her grip and lowered Erin to the ground in front of the large bed.
"Take off your mask." She looked up at her, fingering the leather mask outlining her beautiful blue eyes.
Adams reached up and pulled the mask off of her face.
"That's so much better." Erin said as her fingers lightly caressed the flesh that had been hidden.
Adams swallowed and Erin noticed. She was noticing everything now. The beauty of the woman before, her fragility masked by indifference and distance, the delicate pulse that beat just beneath the skin on her neck. She was human. And that was something that no one had ever considered before.
"I want you." Erin said. "I want you to take me."
Adams grabbed at the hand caressing her face. Never in her life did she want someone so badly. But this time it was a desire that she had never before experienced. It was deeper, softer, meaningful. She didn't feel the insistent need to dominate and take like she had with all the others. This time the sex would be about more than her own needs.
She reached out and touched the blonde woman tentatively on her neck. Katherine shuddered, her eyes widening with need.
"Yes, touch me." She pleaded with urgency. "Before I die."
The raw desire in the words stoked her own and she moved into the shorter woman, taking her and kissing her deeply, wanting to reach into her soul, to taste it deep within her.
Erin let the sensual assault of Adams tongue and mouth free her. She felt like flying and for a second she almost floated away, she almost grabbed onto the string of a pleasurable balloon floating by. She grabbed at the stronger woman's back, digging her nails in deep, grounding her mind and body.
She heard a growl in her ear as Adams pulled away from the claiming kiss, to attack her sensitive neck. Erin sighed and clung tight to the muscled back as arousal spread through her heated skin. She felt warm hands on her back as her bra loosened at its unlatching.
Adams pulled back from her and removed the bra, her blue eyes locked with green. Lightly she skimmed her knowing thumbs over the nipples, awakening them, erecting them.
Erin nearly collapsed at the touch and she had to hold tight to the darker woman's forearms. Then, wanting to feel for herself, she reached up and did the same to Adams, lightly caressing the dark nipples through the chains. She watched in amazement as the blue eyes before her flooded with the dark pools of a dilating pupil.
Adams pushed her hands away, unable to stand it any longer. She had to taste the blonde and she had to taste her now. She reached down and unsnapped the leather pants. And as she lowered the zipper, she leaned in and bit possessively on the beautifully exposed neck before her.
Erin gasped at the animalistic feel of the teeth on her flesh. Adams backed away and began pushing down her pants, an inch at a time. She grinned when she saw the absence of underwear and she lowered her body to remove Erin's boots. She looked up at the blonde and grinned as she tossed the boots over her shoulder. Erin grabbed her shoulders as she removed the pants, one leg at a time. She thought she would feel less confident, and more exposed being naked in front of a woman for the first time. But as Adams placed her warm hands on her nude hips and knelt before her, all she could feel was the burn of yearning.
"God, you're already so wet." Adams purred up to her, her voice rich and heavy with want. She licked at Erin's inner thigh, causing Erin to tighten her grip on her shoulders and in her hair.
"Mmm, so good." Adams seethed in between long licks. "I'm going to lick up every last drop from you."
"Ah…ah." Strange and inaudible things were choking from her throat as the hot, long tongue continued up her leg.
"Look at me." Adams demanded softly.
Erin opened her eyes, not realizing that they were closed.
"I want you to watch." Adams once again lowered her piercing eyes and Erin saw her long tongue flatten out and lick her engorged flesh.
"Oh..." The sensation was too much too fast and she had no idea at how incredibly good it would feel. Adams continued, licking her, one big stroke at a time. Erin's knees were buckling and Adams grabbed her buttocks, trying to steady her.
"Lie down." She eased Erin back on the bed while she remained on her knees. Erin could feel her hot breath on her sensitive flesh, causing her to twitch and jerk involuntarily.
"You want more?" Adams was toying with her, teasing her with her breath.
"Yes, please, God."
Adams grinned up at her from between her legs. Then, licking her lips she eased her mouth back down on the soft flesh, kissing it deeply with her tongue, swirling it around the stiff clitoris, while lapping at the nectar that was natures own sweet arousal.
Erin wrapped her fingers in the black head of hair and tried her best to breathe normally. Pleasure stroked up through her insides like hot fingers growing from her center, longer and longer, curling her toes, rolling her eyes into the back of her head.
Needing more of her, Adams went lower with her tongue, to the source of the sweetness she so hungered for. Finding it warm, wet and welcoming, she plunged her tongue up deep within it, feeling it instantly tighten and bear down on her, luring her deeper. With expertise, she pumped her tongue up and down into the tight warm walls holding it captive.
Erin bucked off the bed, wanting more of the tongue, wanting it to fuck her.
"More." She choked out, holding tight to the dark head between her legs.
Adams swirled her tongue, wanting to milk as much as she could. Persistent fingers dug into her hair and tugged at her head. Knowing it was time for more she removed her tongue and eased two fingers inside it its place. Instinctively she curled them snug against the easily felt patch of skin that she knew was the g spot.
"Oh my God!" Erin bucked up off the bed, her eyes wide open. Adams was slowly fucking her with her fingers and she was doing something inside her. Something that was gripping her internally and causing a warm wash of pleasure to flood up through her center to her belly and beyond. It felt so good and she felt so captive by the pleasure and her body bucked and writhed under the pumping hand.
"Yes, ride my fingers." Adams cooed deeply as she continued to pump her fingers deep within.
"Oh God, I can't…" Erin tried to lift her head up off the bed, but she couldn't. She couldn't even focus her eyes. "I can't take anymore…it feels so good."
Adams laughed. "Yes, you can. You can take so much more."
She lowered her head once again to feed from the blood filled flesh. Once her tongue had stroked around the hard clitoris, she suckled it into her mouth and held it prisoner with her teeth as her tongue resumed its wet, firm assault.
Erin clenched her jaw and threw back her head as her back arched up off the bed, pushing herself tightly against the hot mouth between her legs.
Her head tossed from side to side as the waves of pleasure increased, and the pressure mounted within her.
"I…I'm dying." Her voice was like gravel, and draining in strength. Her eyes were clenched closed and she did indeed feel like she was dying, like she was drowning, the pleasure too great.
Adams held fast to her, suckling her flesh and fucking her deeper and faster. She could feel her own excitement building between her legs, and she rocked into the blonde, knowing the pressure from her leather underwear alone would send her over.
Erin let loose of the dark hair and grabbed at the bed covers, gripping them impossibly tight as her body readied itself for the looming tidal wave of pleasure. She began to speak again, but she didn't know what she saying, the words sounded so unlike her, as if there were someone else inside her.
"Fuck me! Harder, don't ever fucking stop!" Adams looked up as the words were said deeply through clenched teeth. Her own excitement peaking and ready to spill over at the words.
"Don't…ever…fucking… stop!" The last sentence was when it hit and Erin lost all control of her physical body as the giant waves of pleasure smashed through her over and over again. Her hands clung once again to the dark head between her and she held it tightly as her hips involuntarily bucked and fucked, riding out the stormy, hurricane sized waves. A low, throaty howl was resounding from her lungs, choking her up, and eventually quietening with hoarseness.
Adams held on to the blonde tightly until the last of the spasms passed. Then, slowly and carefully, she removed her hand and mouth and crawled up on the bed next to the exhausted writer she had just made love to. Never before had she been so moved by the act of sex. Never before had she had a woman who was so responsive, so verbal. As she lay down next to her she felt her own sated flesh give one last twitch from the orgasm she herself had experienced on the same wave the blonde had gone over on.
She bent down and stroked the flushed cheek of the woman beneath her.
"Katherine." She wanted, needed to look into the expressive green eyes.
Erin heard the word from somewhere at the end of a tunnel, but she didn't respond, the name having no meaning to her and the world she was currently in.
"Katherine." Adams whispered as she bent down to plant tiny kisses on her warm neck.
This time Erin comprehended it's meaning and reality came smashing back into her mind at warp speed. She turned quickly and saw the intensity in the blue eyes above her.
"Oh God." She sat up quickly. What had she done?
"What's wrong?" Adams asked, a little concerned as she gently touched her shoulder.
"Oh God." Erin scooted off the bed and began hastily dressing. Adams was moving with her, looking at her with soft pleading eyes, not the cold eyes everyone had told her she would see. Adams thought she was someone else. She had made love to Katherine Chandler, not Erin McKenzie. What had she done? Not just to the investigation or to herself, but to this woman? She didn't care what anyone said, it wasn't just sex, it had been so much more. She tried to swallow as she jerked on her pants, but her throat felt raw from the strain. Was sex between women always this powerful?
She suddenly felt like crying, her emotions dangerously close to the surface after such an earth shattering orgasm.
"Are you ok?" Adams was dressing just as quickly a look of panic on her face.
Erin fastened her bra and reached for her boots. "I..I'm fine. I just need to go, that's all."
Adams looked at her, not understanding the drastic change in mood.
"Did I…hurt you?" It was very possible that once her own orgasm exploded within her, that she lost control and possible hurt the blonde.
Erin looked up, not bothering to tie her laces. "What? No." She stood and walked over to the dark woman. She looked into her blue eyes and was shocked at the vulnerability she saw within them. Someone was wrong about you. So very wrong. She thought to herself as she watched the raw emotion play out on the beautiful face.
"I…I." Erin started and then stopped, unsure of what to say. Tears tightened her sore throat and she covered her mouth with a trembling hand. "I just have to go." She tore away from the questioning blue eyes and ran out the door.
Adams watched in disbelief as Katherine ran from her room, leaving her behind with her questions and her emotions. She didn't chase after her, but not because she was too proud to do so. She simply stood and stared after her, too shocked to move. Finally, she took the boot she was holding in her hand and threw it against the wall.
"Fuck." She said as it thumped and fell to the floor.
Erin ran through the VIP room to the stairs. She stopped at the top long enough to wipe her eyes and clear her vision.
Henderson had been staring up at the top of the stairs since she had last seen the two ascend to the top and disappear. Now as she stood with a half empty bottle of water in her hand, she had to blink several times to convince herself that the image of Mac at the top of the stairs was indeed real.
She watched as Mac wiped her eyes. She was upset. Immediately Henderson stood straighter, almost taking a step to go to her. But before she could move, Mac bolted down the stairs and out of the club. Henderson opened the water and gulped, trying to look natural, knowing she needed to wait at least several minutes before following Mac out of the club.
The minutes crawled by and she threw her water on the floor and made her way to the side of the bar where Adams cameras couldn't capture her. She turned toward the wall and spoke calmly.
"Can I get a code 4 on Mac?" she walked over to the wall and leaned against its cold surface, trying to look casual while her insides were screaming with the need to go after Mac.
"Negative. She's on foot, she's running."
"Fuck!" Henderson pushed herself off the wall and walked as slowly as she could from the club.
No one paid her any mind as she exited the club. Rain and dust stung her skin, carried by the angry wind. Shielding her eyes she calmly, knowing that cameras more than likely followed her to her truck, fished out her keys and climbed in. Once inside she cranked her engine and threw the truck into reverse and drove out of the parking lot.
"Where is she?" She demanded.
"Negative." J.R. replied.
"God damn it, one of you has to have seen where she went!" Her eyes hurriedly scanned the streets, while her windshield wipers skidded across the glass, doing little to clear away the light, dirty drizzle.
Then, at the end of the block behind the club, she spotted her. She was on her knees in someone's front lawn.
"Jesus." Henderson mouthed to herself as she crawled from her truck to once again face the powerfully armed monsoon wind. She ran to Mac's side and knelt down with her.
"Mac! Are you ok?" She frantically checked her for any obvious signs of injury and finding none she focused on her wet face.
"I feel sick." She heaved as she said the words but nothing came up. Her head was spinning and she was so damned thirsty.
"Come on." Henderson slung Mac's arm around her shoulders and she helped her up into the blazer.
She buckled her in and shut the door and then returned to her own side where she climbed back up inside. Putting the truck in drive they drove slowly off into the storm.
"Where are we going?" Mac's voice was meek and strained, her eyes hazed and distant.
"Home." Henderson made a turn at the stoplight and steered the blazer towards her home. She was taking Mac home with her, the place she should've been all along.