She’s the whole package, beautiful, smart, and funny. Basically, everything I’ve been looking for. Keira is the type of woman I’d want to introduce to my family, if they even knew I was a lesbian that is.
God. I need to tell her about . . . I need to tell her she’s one of the only people who knows my sexual preferences. I can only hope she won’t be upset with me, and that she’ll understand why I haven’t said anything to two of my brothers, and my father. For goodness sake, I did grow up in the backwoods of Louisiana. If you even looked at a girl for too long you were sat in front of your local preacher who in more or less terms told you that God frowns down on women who sin in such a way. I actually went to high school with two girls who had that happen to them, one of them was even sent to a reformation camp. You know, where they pray the gay away. Ugh, what a joke.
At least in this day and age people are becoming more accepting. I’m just so happy I’m alive to see it all happening, and hopefully my family can be just as accepting as others I’ve seen. God, I’ve had so many nightmares about telling my dad, it isn’t even funny. I’ve had dreams about him slapping me silly, until my cheeks burned, to the point they were bleeding and my face felt like it was on fire. All because he was disappointed in me for not being the type of daughter he wanted. Hell, Poppy will be that daughter for him. She can never do anything wrong, and here I am, diving headfirst into the racing world with not even a care about what people will think. I only care about proving a point, showing not only these old timers that women have a right to be in the circuit as well, but that talent really does flow through veins. I’m hopeful being a Storm will make things easier on me, but it could do quite the opposite. They might chew me up and spit me out.
I flew out from New Orleans last night and slept at my family home in Los Angeles. It’s a typical early-nineteen hundreds craftsman with the original woodwork throughout. Rumor is my grandfather bought it back in the forties when it was at auction and it’s been in the family ever since. Whenever we have to come to Los Angeles, instead of renting a stuffy hotel room we’ll use the family house. It’s a bit more special that way.
No one else in the family is here, so I invited Keira over for dinner. I’m not the type who normally wines and dines women, but for some reason I really want to with her. I want to show her I’m more than just some sort of surface level woman, that when I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it. And I might’ve told her I wanted to make her a home cooked meal. Tonight is my opportunity to make it a reality.
I landed a few hours ago and already went to the supermarket, grabbing everything I needed to make lobster, steak, mixed vegetables, and a killer chocolate peanut butter pie. The pie is in the refrigerator, currently sitting in there until it’s time for dessert.
Truth be told, it’s taking everything inside me not to throw open that door and dig in with my hands. God, I love peanut butter pie. When it comes down to it, I have no shame throwing the nastiest, junkiest food down my trap. Even if I’m going to gain ten pounds I could care less.
Now, I’m not one of those ladies who looks for food blogs to find the perfect recipe to make for their partner. Not usually anyway. Today, well, I was totally one of those ladies. For some reason I find myself really wanting to prove to Keira that I like her, to go the extra mile in a sense. We’ve spent so much time chatting, and texting lately that I don’t want to give her the wrong idea. I’m pretty sure we’re dating, but I’m hoping tonight she’ll give me some sort of confirmation about that.
I’m opting to make a steak stuffed lobster, using a blog post as inspiration. I’ve already seasoned the steaks, lobster and put a mound of butter over each serving to make sure it’s packed with extra flavor. The vegetables are on a foil pan since I already tossed them in a bit of olive oil, salt, and pepper. With veggies I like to stay simple. There’s not much you have to do to make them taste good. Unless you’re adding chopped garlic. Garlic makes everything better, and I mean everything.
I take the pan of vegetables and meat from the island in the kitchen and slide them on the racks in the oven. I put the meat on the top rack and the veggies on the bottom. About halfway through cooking them I’ll switch, and I’ll probably make sure the veggies are flipped over to ensure they’re cooked through.
The doorbell rings so I grab my phone and check the time. It’s a little bit before seven, and Keira was supposed to be here at seven-thirty. Shit. Figuring it’s her, I take off the apron I’ve been wearing while prepping our dinner and toss it on the counter, rush through the dining room and into the foyer.
A dark silhouette is all I can see until I pull open the door. Her stone-gray eyes glisten in the light and the smile she has crossing her face confirms she’s missed me as much as I missed her. If there was even an ounce of doubt inside me, it’s flown out the window by now.
“Hey,” I mutter, trying to hold back my smile. Is it odd I don’t want her to know how excited I am to see her?
“Hey there,” Keira smirks, taking a step inside my house she presses her chest up against mine, darting her eyes over mine before she glances down to my lips.
I make the first move, bringing my lips directly down onto hers. Just like the first time she tastes sweet. Her lips are delicate, like untouched velvet and she smells radiant like a fresh vanilla candle. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, itching to show her just how much I’ve missed her, wanting to do more than kiss her so badly.
If we can have chemistry while being thousands of miles apart, I know we can have chemistry in the bedroom as well. There’s no doubt about it.
“God, I almost forgot what a great kisser you are.” Keira giggles against my mouth, causing me to smile in response.
“Allow me to remind you,” I murmur, grabbing her by the back of the neck, I pull her further inside the house and slam the door shut. I manage to press her up against the wall, forcefully kissing her in a way I haven’t done as of yet. I want to claim her, to taste every part of her body and tell her she’s driving me crazy in a way no one else has ever been able to do. But doing that would be putting my heart on the line and I’m not sure I’m ready for that quite yet.
I slide my hand over her torso, gliding slowly over her hips and squeeze her tight rump. She must work out. There’s no way her ass would be this hot if she didn’t. I continue going down her leg until I’m at her knee and then I drag my hand around the inside of her thigh, halting my speed and slowly skim upward until I’m at her heat.
Everything inside me wants to toy with her, to tease and taunt like the way she does to me in my dreams. Fuck it. I’m not going to stand here and ask her if I can bring her pleasure. I’m going to do it, because we both know what we’re doing.
At least, I hope we do.
Once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.
Chapter Fourteen
Keira
Here she is standing directly in front of me while she rubs her thumb over my clit through my leggings. Gemma stares into my eyes, watching me like a hawk as I react to her touch. It’s something so simple, yet so erotic. I can’t hold back the need to gnaw on my bottom lip, so I do and I tilt my head back against the wall, close my eyes, and allow the feelings of bliss to wash over me.