Making her pant and scream and come.
But in her mind, when she lifted her head to smile at her lover, it wasn’t Jenna.
It was a wild redhead.
“Fuck,” she said, pulling back.
“Are you okay?” Jenna asked, worry creasing her brows together.
Her fingers still rested on Jenna’s hips. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. Tried to get back into this moment, not imagined ones.
“Hey,” Jenna said softly. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Stevie shook her head, tears already swelling.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“We could just talk,” Jenna said, so goddamn sweetly.
But Stevie didn’t want sweet.
At least, not Jenna’s kind of sweet. Maybe, at another time in her life, another world, Stevie and Jenna would’ve made sense. In fact, Stevie knew they would, even if just for one night.
“I’m sorry, Jenna,” she said, dropping her hands from Jenna’s hips and taking a step back.
Jenna’s expression fell. “Oh.”
“You’re amazing,” Stevie said. “You really are, but I have to go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
IRIS HAD JUSTsettled on her couch with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of wine—no glass required, thanks very much—when a knock sounded on the door.
She groaned and let her head fall against the back cushion. Should’ve known her friends wouldn’t let her get away with storming out of Stella’s like a toddler.
Another knock.
She heaved herself off the couch. “You know, Claire,” she called to the door, “sometimes, a good friend doesn’t go after the recalcitrant redhead. Sometimes, you leave the recalcitrant redhead the fuck alone and let her—”
But her words were cut off when she flung open the door, ready to act like a real pain in the ass, to find Stevie in her hallway. She was out of breath like she’d run all the way here, her eyes glossy and locked on Iris.
“Stevie,” she said. “What... are you okay? What happened?”
Stevie stepped into Iris’s space, no hesitations, hands sliding over her hips. She kicked the door closed with her boot, pulled Iris closer.
“You happened,” she said before crushing her mouth to Iris’s.
Iris barely had time to be surprised, barely had time to think, before her body reacted. Her arms went around Stevie’s shoulders, fingers sinking immediately into her hair.
And shit, she was tired of fighting it.
Tired to telling herself she didn’t want this.
Stevie turned them around, backed Iris against the door, one thigh immediately slotting between Iris’s legs. And fuck, Iris was already wet, her clit throbbing. Stevie devoured her mouth, pulling at her lower lip before dipping her tongue inside. She grabbed the bottom of Iris’s crop top and lifted, exposing Iris’s lacy bra to her hands.
“I fucking love your tits,” Stevie said, and shit, all Iris could do was moan as Stevie’s thumbs swiped over her nipples, seeking and pinching. Iris tugged at Stevie’s shirt too, and soon half their clothes were on the ground. Stevie didn’t have on a bra, and Iris was dying to get her nipples into her mouth, but Stevie would barely let her move, pinning her against the door with her thigh, hands sliding down Iris’s ass and pressing her leg harder against Iris’s center.
“Fuck,” Iris said, the feeling zinging straight through her sleep shorts and underwear.
