Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 4: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1)

BOOK: Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 4: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1)
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Copyright © 2014 by Nova Black Books

Insatiable: Episode 4

Meghan’s story

Thank You

Insatiable: Ep. 5

Curved Blue Lines: Ep. 1

Space Curved: Ep.1

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Onyx Mafia: Insatiable

Lia and Meghan

Episode Four

by Nova Black

Meghan’s story

O
f all the things that sucked the most about catching Lia and Azina, and absolutely everything about it sucked, but the most suck worthy part was this: Azina was absolutely fucking gorgeous. I mean 11 out of 10 gorgeous.
Unearthly
so.
 

Seriously, she could be a Tolkien Elf if they came in the Indian princess variety.

And they stood there in their “embrace”, Azina’s hand still moving inside the waist of Lia's skirt. Lia eyelids flickering ever so slightly.

What is this shit?! I mean, for real Lia?

Are you fucking for real?

“What do you have there?” Azina’s voice was, of course, melodic and sexy.

I stared at her. Tried to make sense out of her words. Sense from this situation.

“In your hand – what is it?”

Shit.
Fuck
… the vibrator. I’d brought it with me to ask Lia what to do with it, didn’t want to leave it laying around her guest bathroom.

I blinked, cupping my hand. “Nothing.”

She extracted herself from Lia’s crevices, walking toward me like a sexy panther. “Is that one of my toys?” She flicked her large liquid eyes up at me. “May I?”

Oh God kill me. Kill me right fucking now.

She took it between two perfectly tapered fingers and grunted. “Lia, you got sand in it!”

Her eyebrows lifted at me. She smiled. “That’s alright Meghan. I can fix it for you.”

Lia was leaning against the wall, amused. “Zi is an engineer. One of her more lucrative hobbies is designing… stimulating devices.”

What is happening? I stared at Lia, then back to Zi. Oh God, why is she still touching it?!
 

What the fuck is going on?

Azina was fiddling around with the device. “No need to pay for field testing when Lia’s around. Seriously, Lia – seawater
and
sand?”

Lia stood from the wall, pausing to kiss Azina’s bent forehead before taking me by the shoulders. “I’m sure you’ll have it up and running in short order.” She started leading me back to the bathroom.

“Um,” I tried to turn. “I should – uh, I should probably wash that again. It’s still…” I made a gesture and Lia laughed.
 

“I think Zi can handle a little wear and tear.”

Azina grunted behind us. “The battery compartment is clogged with something. What is this… is this seaweed?”

I put my head in my hands and Lia kind of patted my arm, closing the bathroom door. “Don’t pay her any attention. When she’s in engineering mode, social niceties take a backseat.”

Social niceties? I turned on her. “What about your fucking social niceties, Lia? Not thirty minutes ago I was head deep in water and tongue deep in you. I go to the bathroom and you’re already humping like a fucking,” I waved my arms, “I don’t know, like a fucking zoo animal!”

Her lips twitched. “As opposed to the non-fucking zoo animals.”

 
I swear I’m beginning to think she enjoys pissing me off.
 

“Fuck you, Lia.”

“Meghan, I didn’t know you would be out the restroom so quickly. Zi was home and she greeted me. Should I have pulled away, pretended we are not together? For what purpose, we are together. She lives here with me, Meghan.”

What?
 

“What?!” I tried to breath. “Lia, what am I even doing here? I'm not giving head to your girlfriend if that’s what you’re expecting.”

I wanted to not be here so bad. To have not seen that. How much more of this should I be expected to handle?
 

“Shit, Lia. This… this really sucks.”

She folded her arms, leaning against the bathroom door with crossed legs. “I did not bring you here to fuck Azina. I brought you here because you were covered in sand and I have somewhere I need to be.”

I turned, looking at her in the mirror. “Yeah, whatever, Lia.”
 

My fingers gripped the sink. “Can I have some privacy, please?”

She nodded, slipping out silently.

Motherfucker. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

I took a shower and tried to order my thoughts, the grit from recent events clogging the drain. I used my foot to loosen the dirt, jamming my toe in a little more roughly than necessary. Goddamn I was pissed.
Pissed.

But, why was I mad?

Was it just the shock of the moment or was it because she was fucking someone else? Actually, I didn’t know if I wanted to be exclusive with Lia. So, no, not really. She can fuck who she wants, right? And the underwear drawer of future conquests was my first clue she was not the most monogamous of people.
 

Yet, I stayed around.
 

And, she never lied to me.

Maybe it was because she was fucking someone else right in front of me? Closer. That did suck, but honestly I also saw what she did to Pam. The way she worked her, the begging, the games in the shower… It was all pretty fucking hot. I admit, I sort of enjoy the predatory nature she has.

Was it because I thought I meant more to her? That after our moments at the boardwalk, and under it, what we had could potentially move to something more than a fling?
 

Bingo.

“I don’t want to be a damn toy.”

“You’re not a toy, Meghan. Whatever our relationship, you are a person first, and will be treated as such.”

I closed my eyes under the streaming water. “What are you doing in here, Lia?”

“I’m lending you a change of clothes.” Silence. “Are you still coming with me?”

The water trailed down my back. I leaned my head against the tiles, not answering.

“Meghan. Do you remember when we spoke of this, when I said the moment will come when you will want more.”

“Yes, Lia. I remember.” I watched her shadowed form through the curtain. “I thought you meant you don’t have long term relationships. Not that you do, but won’t have one with me.”

“I barely know you, Meghan.”

I pulled back the curtain, “That’s the first lie I’ve heard you tell.”

Lia held my gaze, eyes troubled. “Are you done? Let me help you. Turn off the water, Meghan.”

I twisted the shower off; the silence thick and heavy.

She took a towel, fluffy and warm, and knelt down by the tub, hair covering her face.

“Hand me your foot.”

Bemused, I did. She dried it gently, turning to pat the other, placing them in thick blue slippers.
 

She kissed my exposed ankle. And then the left one.

I shivered and she smiled softly, drying my calves.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I tried to let you go.” She kissed the inside of my knee. “But, that’s becoming less of an option for me.”

Her lips brushed my thigh. A rush of desire following its wake.

Ah, shit.
 

“Lia, why am I here?”

In answer she pulled me closer, her tongue drawing lazy cursive up to my pelvis.

I watched her head moving and I was confused. What did I have that Azina didn’t, why wasn’t she out there with her?

Lia looked up at my face and sighed, sitting back on her heels. “Ask me one question, about anything. And I promise I will answer truthfully. Meghan –” Her eyes were suddenly very serious. “Meghan, I promise.”

We stared at each other. I could ask her details for the investigation, or about Azina and the nature of their relationship and I’d get a straight answer?

Was this her apology – the vulnerability of an honest answer?
 

Did she know I wouldn’t take advantage like I should, do my fucking job? That I wouldn’t ask her about tonight’s shipment and her involvement in it.

Of course she did.
 

Still… That wasn't what I wanted to know. I remembered the look on her face at the boardwalk when we kissed. The hesitance to lose herself in that moment. The soft sigh, the way she looked at me when I pulled her back to me.
 

She saw the question and licked me rough between my legs. “Ask.” Rougher. “Ask me, Meghan.”

She pulled me down onto the edge of the tub, pushing my torso backward. I caught myself with my outstretched hands on the tiles behind me.

Lia dove in, demanding, taking. “Ask Meghan.” Her voice was hoarse, muffled in the wet folds of my cunt.

She sat up, eyes on me. “Ask now, or never.” She pushed a thumb inside me, pressing down on that spot.

“Do you think –,” I cried out when she pressed harder, a climax I never knew was coming knocking at my door. I held it back, barely.
 

I needed to know. “Do you think you’re falling in love with me, Lia?”

She did something and in the frenzy I came, seeing her mouth move in answer, overshadowed by my screams of pleasure.

But I knew.
 

And it scared me.

~

Lia was resting her head on my thigh, breathing in controlled shallow breaths. I said nothing else, trailing my fingers in her hair.

A gentle knock on the door. “Lia,” Azina murmured from the other side.

Lia rose from the carpet, straightening her clothes as I tucked my legs in.
 

She paused by the door, not quite looking at me. “Will you come,” she asked.

Always. “Yes,” I whispered.

She nodded, gaze inward. “Thank you.”

The clothes she laid out for me was tastefully expensive, a light blue dress and matching shoes that fit me perfectly. Red panties.

I was shaking as I pulled them on, looked at my reflection in the mirror. Who are you Meghan? You weren’t the person you were at the beginning of the week. Shit, you aren’t the person you were yesterday. How far will you let Lia take you?

Do you even have a line to draw, anymore?

When I emerged from the restroom Lia had somehow already showered and changed, putting on her earrings using the mirror set outside the bathroom.
 

 
“Meghan,” she smiled, “you look great.”

I glanced up and down at her obviously tailored navy blue dress, the way it hugged every curve with enthusiasm. “Likewise.”

“We ready?” Azina came from around the corner, still in a pair of beat up overalls, but now sporting a dingy white baseball cap tucked low over her eyes.

It did nothing to disrupt her beauty. It just made me stare at her longer, hoping to catch another tantalizing glimpse of a shadowed feature. I glanced at Lia and she just smiled and shook her head.

She seemed happy, though. “Are you coming too, dear? I know you hate these things.”

Azina shrugged, hands in her pockets.
 

I realized I never quite found out what this “thing” was. But they didn’t seem too concerned. As long as I was not on a damn panel I was going to keep ignoring that progressively loud inner voice telling me that I needed to get my shit together.

Lia’s white car was gone. In it’s place was a sleek black Cadillac SUV.
 

“The dealership gave me a loaner while the Maserati is being cleaned.”

Well, that was quick. And they picked it up, too? “Nice service plan.”

“Hmm,” she said, grinning.

Azina opened the rear door, glancing back with an eye roll. “You’re not great with the whole FBI thing, eh?”

Lia laughed as I slumped into the plush passenger seat. “Be nice, Zi.”
 

Azina sighed, spreading out in the backseat. She was right, though. My first undercover assignment and I was well past screwing it up.

Why was I jeopardizing my career for sex? Admittedly mind blowing risk-getting-swept-away-to-sea-sex, but still, sex.

I stared out the window most of the way, trying not to wrinkle my borrowed dress, trying not to think too hard about the shit-storm my life had become.

Lia was quiet as well, driving with hands carefully on the wheel. It was a departure from the pure joy she took in driving her other car.

“Penny for your thoughts."

She glanced at me sidelong, a smile on her lips. “Just preparing for my speech.”

“Oh.” My heart skipped. “It’s not another financial panel, is it?”

Her laugh made my heart skip another beat, happily. She had a great laugh.

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