Accidental Love (51 page)

Positioning her tall lover diagonally across the bed, she shifted until her lips found a wrinkly point to draw into her mouth. The firm hand on the back of her head spoke just as loudly as the moan coming from Ronnie's lips. Her fingers found hot wetness waiting for them. Lifting her head up from its task for a second, she brought her fingers to her lips and tasted them, her tongue snaking out to draw off every drop. "Rose…God that's sexy," Ronnie huffed. Inspired by her lover's words, the young woman proceeded to make a show of cleaning her fingers, rewarded by the anxious squirming beneath her. With desire, curiosity, and a good dose of nervousness, Rose pushed herself downward until her lips were near the dark triangle of hair. The hand on the back of her head remained, gently urging her on. Ronnie's legs parted wide in invitation. Climbing over a leg and settling into position, Rose found her lips scant inches away from their goal. Coarse dark hairs tickled her face before her tongue parted the way and sank in to taste the sweet liquid. Ronnie's moans were muffled by the thighs pressing against Rose's ears but the young woman felt them just the same. Her mouth quickly learned its way around as Ronnie's breaths came faster. "Yesss, oh Rose, right there…no…yes, right there, yesss."

Long legs wrapped around her shoulders, pinning Rose to her place. Not that she minded. The feel of Ronnie reacting to her tongue was enough to keep the young woman in that position forever. She alternated from licking Ronnie's clit to dipping lower and drinking in more of the liquid evidence of her effect on her lover. Gasps and moans fueled her on, her goal to send Ronnie over the same wondrous pinnacle that she had reached just a few minutes before. When she wrapped her lips around the small shaft and began sucking, Ronnie cried out and drove her hips upward, grinding herself against Rose's face. Going on instinct, the young woman began sucking harder, her tongue firmly moving back and forth over the engorged clit. Soon Ronnie's legs trembled and Rose wrapped her arms around them to keep her position. The muscles in her neck strained against Ronnie's upward thrust as a loud cry was torn from the older woman's throat. Rose sucked as hard as she could, her tongue moving rapidly over the bundle of nerves. Her joy at Ronnie's moment of release rivaled the feeling of her own orgasm and her own sex spasmed in response. Staying away from the hypersensitive clit, Rose let her tongue travel along the folds, not wanting to end the intimate moment. Only when she felt Ronnie's hands urging her up did she relinquish her prized location and give the lips covered with dark curls a final kiss. Strong arms pulled her up to rest against a broad shoulder. For long minutes neither spoke, content to simply rest in the afterglow. Hands traveled lazily over bared skin, silently communicating their love for each other. "I love you," Ronnie finally whispered, giving Rose a kiss on her forehead.

"Mmm, love you too." She picked up her head, looking down into contented blue eyes. "Don't ever make us wait like this again," she warned.

"I promised you before I wouldn't," Ronnie said softly.

"I know, I just wanted to remind you." Rose put her head back down and sighed contentedly.

"Can we sleep up here tonight? I'm comfortable."

"You're always comfortable on me," the older woman chuckled. "We can sleep anywhere you like." She looked over at the clock. "It's still early. You want to watch television? A video? Make love again?"

"Hmm, let's see." Rose picked her head up and smiled devilishly. "Watch something we've already seen before and will be on again or make love to the most wonderful woman in the world." She put her finger against her chin. "Boy, what a tough decision."

"Well, let's see what I can do to sway you," Ronnie said, rolling the smaller woman onto her back. "Shall I start at the top and work my way down or from the bottom up?"

Watching from her spot on the floor, Tabitha yawned and began cleaning herself, certain her mistresses would not be letting her on the bed anytime soon.

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At Rose's insistence that she could navigate the stairs with her crutches, Ronnie had the adjustable bed moved into one of the guest rooms and the young woman's belongings moved into her room. Tabitha discovered the window seat to be much more comfortable than her cat bed, much to Maria's dismay every time she went in to vacuum. While Ronnie showed off her muscles moving the furniture around to accommodate the extra dresser, Rose stood next to the entertainment center going through the video tapes in search of something for them to watch. An unlabeled tape on top of the cabinet drew her attention. Thinking it was another one of Ronnie's adult tapes, Rose put it in the VCR and turned on the television. To her utter surprise, it was a video of Ronnie's office and Delores was standing there. The volume was off and her former foster mother looked like she was screaming. Rose hit the stop button and rewound the tape.

"Honey, why didn't you tell me that Delores stopped by your office?"

Ronnie stopped moving the dresser and turned to face her lover. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Was this before or after she had been here?"

"After."

"What happened?" She glanced at the VCR when it clicked off announcing the tape was rewound. "Did she ask for money?" she asked quietly.

"Rose…" Ronnie walked up behind her lover and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, crutches and all. "You are everything to me. I didn't want to see you hurt with this."

"I want to see what happened." Rose moved out of the embrace and worked her way to the bed.

"Sit next to me." By the time Ronnie joined her on the bed, the volume was at the right level and Rose hit the play button.

The tape started with Delores entering the room and looking around. "Nice office. You hiring?" Ronnie noticed Rose's embarrassed look and put her arm around the smaller woman, pulling her close. She knew the rest of the tape would be hard to watch. The scene played itself out, culminating with Delores being escorted out of the office.

Ronnie reached for the remote. "That's it." To her surprise, Rose held the controller out of reach.

"No wait, there's more." On the screen, Susan entered the office. "Ronnie? What happened? I heard they called Security to your office." The dialogue continued, drawing Rose in as she studied her lover's reactions. "I love you, you know," she said softly when the tape ended.

"I know," Ronnie smiled. "I was just trying to protect you, that's all."

"I saw that," she replied. Leaning her head against the older woman's shoulder Rose continued.

"I noticed you didn't use the pen I gave you to write that check."

"No, I couldn't," Ronnie admitted. "Even though I knew I would tear it up, I couldn't use your pen to do it." A thought occurred to her. "Rose…has she tried to contact you at all?"

"No, not since that day she was here and took the check." She squeezed her tall lover against her.

"It was all a lie with her," she said quietly, staring at the blank screen. "You're the one that's taught me what love means." She looked up into endless blue eyes and smiled. "Love is about giving, not taking." She snuggled closer. "Like what you and I have. It's not just about the sex. It's about honesty and caring and all the little things." She gave Ronnie a gentle kiss. "What we have is…" Rose fought for the words. "…is…" Nothing came, no one word could describe how she felt about being with Ronnie. Finally she shook her head in defeat. "All I know is that when I'm with you I feel complete."

"Funny, I feel the same way about you." She returned the kiss, using her tongue to part Rose's lips and slip inside for a quick taste. "I love you forever, Rose."

"No more secrets, Ronnie." The young woman's lips moved along the executive's jawline.

"Nothing hidden between us."

The black-haired woman stiffened at the words.
You don't know what you're asking, Rose. You
can't know
all
my secrets. I just can't risk losing you.
Ronnie decided that distraction would work and began nibbling the earlobe framed by golden tresses. "Speaking of hidden." She opened first one, then two buttons on Rose's shirt. "Why don't you and I jump in the hot tub and play 'find the soap'?" She let her tongue trace the outline of Rose's ear and lowered her voice to a throaty growl. "Hmm? I promise to make it worth your while." Another button surrendered to dexterous fingers. "What do you say, Rose? I know you've been wondering about that shower massager."

"It really will…?"

"Um hmm…. I'd be happy to show you." She scooped Rose up in her arms and headed for the bathroom, determined to put all thoughts of the past out of the golden haired beauty's mind.

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As the flowers bloomed and the days grew longer, Rose worked hard on her physical therapy. She took every opportunity to strengthen and build endurance in her ankle. While Ronnie made sure she stayed off it at home, the sometimes over-protective lover was unable to keep such a tight eye on her at the office. Rose had progressed from no weight bearing to toe-touching and the footrest under her desk provided the perfect resistance object to practice with during the day. When she would overdo it, as was common, Rose found Ronnie always willing to provide a foot massage that made all the aches and pains go away. Of course it often led to the new lovers finding other things to touch and rub but that was fine with Rose. The professional decorum they kept during the day at work was gone the instant they entered the house. Whether at the kitchen or dining room table, they sat next to each other, sharing from one another's plates and passing kisses along with the salt. Dessert required only one bowl with two spoons and the warmer evenings were spent on the bench swing cuddled up together looking at the stars. It was heaven on earth and Rose could not imagine being any happier, except to be rid of the crutches.

When the day came in early June that the crutches could be left behind at Doctor Barnes' office, Ronnie insisted they celebrate by going out to dinner A movie and a late night stop at one of the small drive-ins for soft ice cream and a few more minutes out followed the meal. They arrived home after eleven but neither showed any signs of being tired. On the contrary, an overture was accepted and their lovemaking went on long into the night.

The night had not even given way to the dim gray of morning when a horn blared in the driveway, waking Ronnie from her sound sleep. "What the hell…?" Grabbing her robe from the end of the bed, she donned it and padded over to the window. "Tabitha, get down. I swear you leave enough hair here to make another cat." She leaned her knee against the white cushions of the window seat and looked out, her eyes widening in surprise at the truck and boat sitting in her driveway. "Oh damn." She cursed as she remembered the date. She opened the window and stuck her head out. "Frank!" The man standing next to the truck smiled and waved up.

"Hey Cuz, come on, the fish are biting."

"I forgot all about opening day. I can't go."

"Go where?" a sleepy Rose mumbled before sinking her head back into the pillow and promptly falling back asleep.

"What do you mean you can't go? You're awake, aren't you? You have a lifetime license and today's opening day. You have to go. We always go and I want to try out my boat on the Mohawk." He looked at his watch. "Come on, Ronnie. I want to get there in time to catch something."

Opening day of bass season was a long standing date between Ronnie and her oldest cousin, a tradition that dated back to when they were kids. She looked over at the naked woman on the bed, then stuck her head back out the window. "Frank, can Rose come?"

"Blondie? Sure, just hurry it up, will ya?" He looked at his watch again.

"Be down in five minutes." She shut the window and walked over to the bed. "Rose…Rose, get up, Hon."

"Did I hear you telling someone we were going fishing?" She picked her head up and looked at Ronnie tossing the robe off and opening various drawers.

"Yup. It's opening day for bass season and Frank's here to take us fishing."

"I don't remember you mentioning anything about us going fishing today…or anytime for that matter." Rose sat up and stretched lazily, drawing an appreciative look from Ronnie. "And why go so early? It's not like they're going to pack up and leave the water if we wait a couple more hours."

"If we wait any longer, they won't be biting. Come on, lazybones. It'll be fun."

Rose sat in the jump seat behind the passenger seat, affording her a good view of the maniac Ronnie entrusted their lives to. Frank firmly believed his state of the art radar detector would warn him of any approaching speed traps and the eight cylinder Ford flew up the highway at stomach churning speeds. "So Blondie, you been fishing before?" he called over the blaring sound of country-western music.

"Um…no, not in a boat."

"You're baiting her hook, Cuz," he said to Ronnie. "I hope she doesn't get seasick."

"Of course not." She turned in her seat. "You don't get seasick, do you?"

"No but I might get carsick if he keeps driving like this," Rose said low enough for only Ronnie to hear.

"He's trying to make up for lost time."

"We'll make up a lot of time if we're all in the hospital."

"I'll slow him down," Ronnie assured, turning back in her seat. "Hey Frank, you know the troopers have those laser detectors now. You can't avoid them. Look, the trooper station is a mile up the road. You don't want to get caught again this year, do you?"

The speedometer slowed to a reasonable speed just as they did indeed pass a waiting trooper hiding in the tree covered median. "Damn, they've got more of them out this year," he said, keeping a better eye on his speed. Rose dared a glance at the dashboard, pleased to see only two digits near the end of the orange needle. Snaking her right hand around the seat, she gave Ronnie's arm a gentle squeeze of thanks.

When they arrived at the boat ramp, Frank backed up to the dock, stopping the boat a few feet from the waterline. "We'd better get her in before I put the boat in the water." They exited the truck and Frank climbed up into the twenty-two foot long, top of the line Ranger Bass Boat. Ronnie picked Rose up and after dropping the cane off in the truck, lifted the young woman into Frank's beefy arms. A few seconds later Rose was seated on one of the cushioned benches.