6 – Inevitable

HER head bumped at the back of the door but it does not deter her from kissing the woman who has been holding her close.

She continued kissing the tall woman despite her dominating her mouth. Hands were caressing the skin under her shirt. Sensation has been bombarding her brain from the moment that their lips touched.

Her shirt was thrown somewhere. Brassiere followed. Her bo*bs bounced when the contraption was removed but one nip has been captured by a hot pair of lips while the other was apprehended by an equally warm palm.

Her eyes closed on their own when a fiery mouth caged the crown of one of her t*ts. She bit her lower lip to stop the moan from exiting her mouth when the other was given the same attention.

She was laid on the bed just in time for her skinny jeans to be tugged down. She remembered the difficulty pulling the pants up since her hips were on the wider side. However, she made it look easy to take it off her.

Jill pulled the other woman for a kiss. It immediately deepened when their lip touched.

She whimpered when she felt the butterfly caress on top of her dump panties. Her head buzzed harder as shivers ran down her spine.

“This has to go.”

Before Jill could utter a response, the tearing sound of the fabric reached her ears. When she looked down, her eyes widened.

She likes that pair of laces!

The grinning face of her mate met her eyes. In her hand was the familiar pair of underwear. The difference was, it was ripped on the side.

“That was my favorite pair.” She muttered in a slightly hoarse voice.

“My bad.”

The panties were thrown away. It went on top of the discarded pair of jeans she was wearing a while ago.

Almost in a whiplash, she turned to the tall woman.

Her mouth went ajar. Without warning, her blasted mate feasted on her center. She wanted to close her legs but the other woman stopped her from doing so. Emma’s hands were holding both her thighs.

Jill did not know where to turn. The ministration on her core left her panting for breath. She oh so wanted to scream but all that she could do was groan from the overwhelming sensation flooding inside her.

The tall woman devoured her core like a hungry beast. Her ass lifted every time Emma’s tongue stroked the engorged flesh between her labias.

Her center was drenched with her essence. Surely, the sheets will be soppin’ wet when they are done.

She was on the edge. Yet, she knew that wanted more. She almost screamed at the tremendous attention that her nether region was getting.

She gasped when a digit entered her core. Before it could go all the way in, she pulled Emma closer to her face. Their body aligned as they kissed. The other woman devoured her mouth thoroughly.

Panting heavily, their lips parted. Mouth partly open, Jill sobbed when they found a rhythm. Eyes refused to leave each other. The tall woman’s orbs became stormy gray and Jill knew that her own were almost black.

Digits continue to get to know nether lips. Her own hands went to Emma’s shoulders as she neared. Jill is about to pull her mate closer when Emma shook her head.

“No, mate. Not the right time.”

The tall woman knew that the female alpha thought of marking her mate as they explored the intimacy between them.

A digit was added to her core and the tempo went even faster that her mind went haywire. Moans resonated in the small bedroom. She grabbed the tall woman’s shoulder harder. Jill knew that her nails had sunk into the skin. She would not be surprised if she drew blood.

When Jill opened her eyes, she was alone in bed. The light of the morning sun peeped between the curtains of the only window in the room.

She gathered the blanket closer to cover her front. She sat on the bed.

She remembered falling asleep on top of her mate’s chest after their rigorous activity last night. The soft beating of Jill’s heart lulled her to oblivion.

The familiar overnight bag that she always brought with her was propped on top of the side table in the room. It was in the car last night. The clothes she wore yesterday were also in one pile beside the bag.

She rolled her eyes when her attention went to the underwear that had been ripped. The darn woman made sure that it would be noticed. It was hard not to when it was right in the open.

Slowly, she moved out of bed. She felt a little uncomfortable between her legs when she stood on her feet. Her focus zeroed on the other door inside the room after she wrapped herself with the towel she found together with her folded clothes.

Half an hour later, she was out of the bedroom.

She frowned when she noticed that the shop was closed. However, the lights were on in the garage. When she went there, she saw someone working under the familiar car. Her car.

Jill was unable to recognize if it was her mate or anyone else since she saw nothing but a pair of sneaker-clad feet in an overall jumpsuit. She cannot differentiate the smell, too, due to the overwhelming scent of oil and grease. The closed roll-up out front made the air congested inside the working garage.

Her eyes went to the side door when she heard a knock.

“That’s the food I ordered from the diner. The money is on the drawers behind the desk.”

The mechanic under her car was her mate. She recognized her at the tone of her voice.

She went to get the money from the drawers before she went to the side door. Hers was in the pocket of the discarded jeans she had on yesterday.

After paying for the delivery, she placed the food at the front desk. She opened the takeaway bag.

She sighed. Her stomach grumbled at the smell of food.

“I hope you like rice meal in the morning.”

She turned her head. Emma is drawing near. She was wiping her hands with a rug.

“It smelled good.”

“Can you pour us coffee, please? My hands are a little dirty.”

Jill remembered what those hands could do. She knew how dirty they could be.

She sighed before she nodded at the tall woman who gestured at the sink under the cupboard on one side. It was hidden from the incoming customers from the front door.

The coffee maker was on the counter. Beside it were the mugs and glasses.

“How do you want your coffee?” Jill asked as she grabbed for the mugs.

“Black.”

She placed the coffee on top of the desk. She left again to get the glasses and the pitcher of water from the fridge.

A smile formed on her lips when she saw the food that her mate ordered for them.

Fried rice, scrambled eggs, and an assortment of meat on the side. She also saw the mustard cake and cinnamon rolls.

“For dessert. The bread is good with the coffee.”

“I know.”

“Sit.”

Jill occupied the only seat at the desk while the tall woman grabbed for the box of food and the fork. She started eating while standing.

“Am I going to bring the car home today?”

“Yes. I’m just checking everything. Anton finished all the work yesterday.”

“Thank you.”

“How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“This is business, Emma.”

The gray-eyed woman glanced at her as she ate. “I don’t remember giving you my name.”

“I saw your ID in the drawers.”

“Good point. You slept with anyone you didn’t know?”

“Just with my mate.”

The tall woman did not say a word. They continue their breakfast without speaking again.

Emma grabbed the takeaway boxes. She placed it back in the brown paper bag before throwing it in the trash.

One thing that she noticed about her mate, she was neat. Very neat. Despite her work as a mechanic, she was organized. She and Daisy will surely be on the same level in tidiness.

In the bedroom where they slept, nothing was amiss. It was clear that Emma wanted everything in order.

The books and the papers on the side table were neatly set aside. The pens were gathered on one side. The desk has no clatter except for a pen and a notepad. The order slips and the delivery slips were pinned together.

The garage was clean, too. Very clean except for the minute spill of lubricant and grease on the floor.

“I know I’m clean. I can have myself checked for your protection though.” She muttered after a while. “How about you?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have myself check.”

“You have been sleeping around?” Jill asked with an edge in her tone. A frown was visible on her face.

“I’m not fifteen, alpha. I am a healthy woman with an appetite for sex. Yes, I sleep around.”

Jill did not realize that she growled. Instead of being threatened, the tall woman focused her gray orbs on the shorter woman.

There was no expression on Emma’s face. Her demeanor showed that she was not intimidated either.

“You are mine.”

A smirk formed on Emma’s thin lips. She sipped on her coffee but did not accept or deny the female alpha’s declaration.

The female alpha did not like it one bit but she was thankful that her mate did not refute anything.