day, and that no one knocked before entering. That’s one area where I’m putting my foot down! I’ll not have the cousins walking in on what I hope will be near-constant lovemaking!
Joining her partner on the bed, Jamie began a light scratching of her belly. "Do you honestly think that I’m gonna go easier on you than your family does?" She continued to tease Ryan’s skin as the dark woman rolled onto her side to provide new territory.
"I hadn’t considered that," Ryan mused sleepily. "Maybe I should get my own apartment so I can get a few hours' rest."
"I’d track you down, Tiger. You’re mine now, and I’m gonna exploit every one of your luscious natural resources."
"How do you know all of my resources are natural?" Ryan teased, rolling onto her back once again. She hefted one of her breasts and gave it a squeeze. "These might be augmented, you know."
"God, I hope not," Jamie murmured as she pulled the purple T-shirt from Ryan’s shorts. "’Cause I’m gonna give ‘em such a workout, there’s a good chance an implant would burst!" She dove in with gusto, catching Ryan by surprise. But after a few moments, she relaxed and let her partner fulfill her wishes.
Running her hand through Jamie’s fine blonde hair, Ryan bit back a gasp as the voracious touch grew fiercer. "Honey, honey," she soothed. "I don’t think they’re guaranteed against puncture."
An embarrassed smile covered Jamie’s flushed face as she looked up and met her partner’s loving gaze. "Sorry. I got carried away."
"Hey…nothing to be sorry for, Love. I was just teasing you. I like it when you threaten to consume me bodily." A sexy smile combined with impishly twinkling blue eyes as Ryan suggested, "Let’s put ‘em to the torture test."
"We’ll start our own twisted version of Consumer Reports," the blonde giggled as she bent to her pleasurable task.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!! She cursed herself for showing her hand too early and taking out only one of the toughs.
Two of the men…boys really, she thought with disgust, grabbed her by her wrists and applied pressure to her elbows from behind. The pain was excruciating, but she couldn’t fight back, since they could easily dislocate her elbows. Kelly lay at her feet, moaning continuously—a keening, low tone that set Ryan’s teeth on edge. As the stocky young man approached her he gave her a sickeningly evil smile, saying conversationally, "You’re gonna regret the day you were born, bitch." Then he hit her—a dull thud to the ribs with a heavy length of lead pipe. Every molecule of air flew from her lungs—leaving her unable to even cry out.
As he unleashed another brutal blow, her mind turned to her teacher, the gentle but lethal soul who had often warned, "Never reveal your abilities if you cannot completely disable your attacker." I screwed up, big time , she thought as the pipe whistled through the air, aimed for her head. If I live through this, I swear I will never make that mistake again.
Am I in a strait jacket? This must be the hospital…oh shit! I can’t move my arms!!! She struggled roughly, thrashing about frantically as she tried to assess her injuries.
"Honey…Ryan, wake up…Come on, Honey…It’s okay."
Warm, comforting arms enveloped her, and she sucked in a deep breath of relief. At least Jamie’s here . Her heart calmed its racing beat as she considered how that was possible. With a start, she sat up as her head flew from side to side, amazed to find that she was in her own bed. "Jamie?" Her scratchy voice was higher than normal, reflecting the fear that she had been gripped with just seconds before.
"I’m right here, Love," her partner soothed, brushing her hair from her damp forehead.
Ryan glanced down to find her purple, long-sleeved T-shirt wrapped around her elbows like a tourniquet. Her sports bra was shoved up over her breasts, restricting her ability to take a deep breath. Looking down her body, she saw that her underwear and
Joining her partner on the bed, Jamie began a light scratching of her belly. "Do you honestly think that I’m gonna go easier on you than your family does?" She continued to tease Ryan’s skin as the dark woman rolled onto her side to provide new territory.
"I hadn’t considered that," Ryan mused sleepily. "Maybe I should get my own apartment so I can get a few hours' rest."
"I’d track you down, Tiger. You’re mine now, and I’m gonna exploit every one of your luscious natural resources."
"How do you know all of my resources are natural?" Ryan teased, rolling onto her back once again. She hefted one of her breasts and gave it a squeeze. "These might be augmented, you know."
"God, I hope not," Jamie murmured as she pulled the purple T-shirt from Ryan’s shorts. "’Cause I’m gonna give ‘em such a workout, there’s a good chance an implant would burst!" She dove in with gusto, catching Ryan by surprise. But after a few moments, she relaxed and let her partner fulfill her wishes.
Running her hand through Jamie’s fine blonde hair, Ryan bit back a gasp as the voracious touch grew fiercer. "Honey, honey," she soothed. "I don’t think they’re guaranteed against puncture."
An embarrassed smile covered Jamie’s flushed face as she looked up and met her partner’s loving gaze. "Sorry. I got carried away."
"Hey…nothing to be sorry for, Love. I was just teasing you. I like it when you threaten to consume me bodily." A sexy smile combined with impishly twinkling blue eyes as Ryan suggested, "Let’s put ‘em to the torture test."
"We’ll start our own twisted version of Consumer Reports," the blonde giggled as she bent to her pleasurable task.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!! She cursed herself for showing her hand too early and taking out only one of the toughs.
Two of the men…boys really, she thought with disgust, grabbed her by her wrists and applied pressure to her elbows from behind. The pain was excruciating, but she couldn’t fight back, since they could easily dislocate her elbows. Kelly lay at her feet, moaning continuously—a keening, low tone that set Ryan’s teeth on edge. As the stocky young man approached her he gave her a sickeningly evil smile, saying conversationally, "You’re gonna regret the day you were born, bitch." Then he hit her—a dull thud to the ribs with a heavy length of lead pipe. Every molecule of air flew from her lungs—leaving her unable to even cry out.
As he unleashed another brutal blow, her mind turned to her teacher, the gentle but lethal soul who had often warned, "Never reveal your abilities if you cannot completely disable your attacker." I screwed up, big time , she thought as the pipe whistled through the air, aimed for her head. If I live through this, I swear I will never make that mistake again.
Am I in a strait jacket? This must be the hospital…oh shit! I can’t move my arms!!! She struggled roughly, thrashing about frantically as she tried to assess her injuries.
"Honey…Ryan, wake up…Come on, Honey…It’s okay."
Warm, comforting arms enveloped her, and she sucked in a deep breath of relief. At least Jamie’s here . Her heart calmed its racing beat as she considered how that was possible. With a start, she sat up as her head flew from side to side, amazed to find that she was in her own bed. "Jamie?" Her scratchy voice was higher than normal, reflecting the fear that she had been gripped with just seconds before.
"I’m right here, Love," her partner soothed, brushing her hair from her damp forehead.
Ryan glanced down to find her purple, long-sleeved T-shirt wrapped around her elbows like a tourniquet. Her sports bra was shoved up over her breasts, restricting her ability to take a deep breath. Looking down her body, she saw that her underwear and
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