Rhiannon’s chuckle was obscene. There was no other word to describe it. It went right through Pru and down into her underwear… And if that wasn’t a kick, she watched, mesmerized, and Rhiannon’s mouth kept kissing and sucking on her neck as those hands she had been admiring earlier slowly undid the button of her slacks and lowered the zipper. So slowly, Pru heard every single steel tooth set free.
Outside, a gaggle of voices sounded loudly, close to the shop. Too close. Pru whimpered.
“Tell me to stop…” Rhiannon, done with the zipper, pushed the trousers down to the floor. She caressed Pru’s hip bones through the white cotton, her eyes greedy and hot in the mirror. Who knew simple cotton could do this?
When Pru didn’t answer, too focused on the images in front of her, Rhiannon’s fingers traced downward, where a small wet spot could be distinctly seen in the light of the fireplace.
“I think I shall not stop, Prudence.” Rhiannon’s breath was coming fast and shallow in her ear, and Pru reveled in it. The lust so vivid in those green eyes was burning hot, scorching her through the mirror. “I think I shall fuck you right here and right now and any customers who stumble into the store will see me take you. Do you want that, Prudence?”
The sly, teasing fingers slid under the cotton and tickled the already drenched lips. Pru sighed. Rhiannon stopped. Pru squeaked and opened her eyes to glare indignantly at her tormentor. Rhiannon’s smile was mean.
“You didn’t answer me, Prudence. You didn’t tell me what it is you wanted me to do to you and whether I should stop if people come in.”
The fingers slid lower and then dipped into the wetness, just a bit, just the very tips, and Pru nearly fainted.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop. I don’t care about… Just please!”
Rhiannon’s eyes were feral. “Good girl.”
Oh, how sweeter the words were when addressed to her.
Pru’s vision grayed as two fingers encircled her clit and did exactly what Rhiannon promised to do at the coffee shop. They drew circles, tighter and tighter, till all Pru could feel was the heat and pleasure, all the while that full, red, swollen mouth was leaving marks on her neck, marks that wouldn’t fade for days if not weeks. It was delicious, it was wicked. She felt free.
“Open your eyes, Prudence.”
Rhiannon bit again, gently, and Pru watched as her other hand tore through the buttons of her shirt and drew her bra cup down, exposing a nipple. A tightly furled nipple ready, so ready.Pru threw her head back on Rhiannon ’s shoulder as the fingers pinched, and she came with a silent scream.
As her walls still clenched in the aftermath of the orgasm, the front doorbell rang and Ceridwen’s “Prudence, I thought I’d catch you here—” broke through the post-orgasmic bliss.
Rhiannon was out of Pru’s panties and out by the counter in a second flat, and Pru closed her eyes and breathed through her embarrassment. Catch her indeed.
15
RHIANNON, DEAD BIRDS & MIGRAINES
ACROWHART REUNION?
The entire Crowhart clan has been observed coming and going to and from the Old Atelier. Is reconciliation on the cards? What are the Crowharts up to? And is Prudence Fowler involved? She certainly is being seen in their company a lot lately.
In other news, Paloma Allende, the new proprietor of the Astronomy Resort on Viridescent and the newly registered candidate for the very crowded mayoral race, is inviting all members of Crow’s Nest Chamber of Commerce for an exclusive dinner at her hotel. The brunette has taken residency in one of the luxurious penthouses of the renovated property, and according to our sources, has made herself very much at home. We are still awaiting her first campaign speech to determine the gambit behind an audacious attempt to unseat Mayor Fowler.
Watch this space, the Atelier, and the Viridescent.
—Crow’s Caw
Ceridwen’s shockwas sweet balm on Rhiannon’s soul. The visions from minutes ago would haunt her forever, the way Prudence begged her, the way that mouth opened on the silent cry, the way she whispered her name as she came… Rhiannon was certain she didn’t even realize how much she revealed as she fell apart on her fingers.
And how much that fall marked Rhiannon like a brand.
So Ceridwen’s shock—and was it…disappointment?—would have to do in order to lift Rhiannon’s spirits and take her mind off matters she would think about later.
To her credit, Ceridwen’s only tell was the pursed lips. Rhiannon tried to tell herself that it didn’t matter what her sister thought. She and Pru were adults. Unencumbered adults living their lives. When she simply stared Ceridwen down, her sister said nothing, tapping her fingers on the counter.
The stare down continued till the very flushed Pru finally mustered the courage and probably set herself to rights enough to come out. Her neck was covered in already blooming marks. Rhiannon couldn’t hide the glance at her handiwork.
To her credit, Pru just rolled her eyes and nodded to Ceridwen.
“You needed me?”
