“Touché.” Stella shot Lisa a sweet smile and kissed her. “I love you, babe.”
“Mmm… I love you too.” Lisa pulled away when the doorbell rang. “I’ll go get the door. You stay here and enjoy your drink.”
“Thank you.” Stella turned to Marcy. “How is the situation at the new house with the lynx?”
“Tank,” Zoe said. “Her name is Tank.”
“Sorry. Tank.” Stella’s lips twitched as she suppressed a smile. “Not worried the kittens will break down the place?”
“They might eventually, but for now their eyes aren’t even open yet, and Tank is mainly just lying there nursing them. Normally she might go out hunting but since it’s so important that both kittens survive, the rangers are feeding her occasionally. They’re there now, along with a veterinarian, looking after the place as the door has to stay open at all times.”
“That’s crazy. So you don’t have any privacy at all?”
“Only overnight, but it’s actually very cool,” Marcy said. “It’s a big deal, and I’m so happy to help Tank. I’m going to miss her when she leaves, but I’m not supposed to fuss over her or interact with her too much because obviously she’s not a house cat.” She sat on the sofa and Zoe settled next to her, leaning into the crook of her arm. “You haven’t seen it yet, but I have a lot of land around the property, and they’ve asked me for permission to build a small ranger station at the border. It will be at the back of the house so it won’t affect my privacy.”
“Wow. Why on your land?” Stella asked.
“Just for practical reasons. It’s a good look-out spot and I have electricity and running water here. The land to one side of me is protected, the other side is neglected, privately-owned farmland, so permission to build there will be a challenge. Rico said Spain are passionate about wildlife conservation and want to seize the opportunity to stimulate growth of the lynx population. The hills are riddled with rabbits, which is their main source of food, and we don’t get tourists up there either, so they’ll have a safe habitat. Since Tank was pregnant, it’s likely that there are more lynxes in the hills.” Marcy smiled. “It will be a privilege to be a part of it.”
“I must admit, I feel invested too, and I can’t stay away from the fluffballs,” Zoe said. “I imagine I’m driving Marcy crazy because I’m at her house all the time.”
“Hey, you’re not driving me crazy, I love having you over.” Marcy bit her lip and grinned. “And it must be more comfortable than staying in your old room in a single bed on an old mattress.”
“True. Compared to my room, your place is a palace but it’s not forever,” Zoe said, returning her lustful stare. “I’m looking for a place to rent and it’s just a matter of time before I find the perfect flat.”
A flash of confusion crossed Marcy’s features, but her smile quickly returned, and Zoe wondered what she was thinking. She wondered about that a lot with Marcy; she was one of those people who had a lot going on inside but didn’t always express her thoughts and feelings. “Well,” she said, “I hope it’s not too perfect because I like having you in my palace.”
57
“What are you doing?” Zoe asked when Marcy lingered in the hallway and opened the door to Stella and Lisa’s spare bedroom.
“We’re going in here.” Marcy shot her a flirtatious look as she stepped in and pulled Zoe inside. “The door locks, there’s no one here to disturb us and not a ranger or vet in sight. Even better, the music is still on upstairs so no one will hear you when I make you scream in ecstasy.” A visible shiver passed through Zoe’s body, and Marcy saw the hairs on her arms rise.
Zoe licked her lips as she stared at Marcy with dark desire in her eyes. Then she glanced at the suitcase in the corner and shook her head. “We can’t do that; it looks like someone’s going to be sleeping in that bed tonight.”
“Who needs a bed?” Marcy locked the door. “We don’t need a bed…” She turned Zoe around to face herself in the mirror above the dressing table, brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her neck.
Zoe moaned softly and tilted her head. “You’re right. Who needs a bed?” she murmured, closing her eyes at the warm caress of Marcy’s lips.
Marcy inhaled deeply against her neck, wrapped her arms around Zoe from behind and slipped her hands into the cleavage of her dress. “You’re not wearing a bra,” she whispered through ragged breaths.
“I thought you might appreciate that.” Zoe opened her eyes to meet Marcy’s gaze in the mirror.
“You look so hot. I’ve been fantasising about doing this to you all night,” Marcy said, massaging her breasts and making her moan louder.
“Doing what?” Zoe took in a quick breath when Marcy pinched her nipple.
“Fucking you in front of a mirror.” Marcy held her gaze and smiled when she saw how turned on Zoe was. Her breaths were quick, her eyes hazy and her body was rolling with need. “Would you like that?”
“Yes…” Zoe’s voice was barely a whisper as Marcy pulled the hem of her dress over her hips.
“Oh, I love the sexy lingerie.” Marcy lowered her hand into her underwear and cupped Zoe’s centre hard, making her squirm in her grip. “I want you to watch,” she whispered in her ear. “And I want you to let go.”
“Fuck…” Zoe’s lashes fluttered but she kept her eyes fixed on the mirror. “You’re driving me insane,” she said huskily, then gasped as Marcy’s fingers explored her.
Marcy’s lips parted when she felt how wet Zoe was, and she was sure Zoe could see the same desire reflected in her gaze. She moved her hand to Zoe’s behind, caressing her hair with the other. “Bend over and hold onto the chair,” she said, gently pushing Zoe closer to the dressing table. Her heart was racing and her centre throbbing just at the thought of making Zoe surrender to her. She naturally liked to be in charge, but after a few drinks tonight and hours of sexy flirting, she could barely wait to be inside her.
Zoe stared at her in the mirror and held onto the chair in front of the dressing table.
