Sons of Angels. Rachel Green
can’t be easy.” Felicia put her drink down. “I need the loo.”
Jenna sat back. “Of course.”
Felicia stood and edged past her, enjoying the thrill of contact as their legs brushed. “Are you coming?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jenna followed her to the ladies’ room.
Felicia offered the girl applying eyeliner at the sink a wink as she fled. She held open the door of the disabled stall, dropping her clutch purse onto the small shelf over the cistern.
Jenna followed, and the click as the bolt slid home was a prelude to her pressing her lips against Felicia’s, their lips crushed between two sets of ivory. Felicia could taste the bitterness of the whiskey on Jenna’s breath as her tongue forced its way past the butch’s sharp teeth.
Her breathing deepened as she felt the familiar rush of blood to her groin. “Hold on.” She pushed Jenna back. “Let me get more comfortable.”
Jenna knelt on the hard tiles of the floor, sliding her hand up Felicia’s thighs to reach her knickers. “Stockings? Nice. Too few women wear them these days. They’re far sexier than tights. More hygienic too.” Her hands went higher, making Felicia shudder as the butch girl brushed across her satin-shrouded mound to reach the edges of the soft fabric and pull it down, releasing Felicia’s scent into the air.
With Felicia’s knickers binding her ankles, Jenna drew the black dress up before leaning in closer.
Felicia moaned. “Wait.” She bent her knees so she could rest on the hard plastic of the toilet seat. Jenna smiled and drew back, drawing her hand across the breast that was now within easy reach. She leaned forward as the nipple hardened to grasp it between her teeth.
Felicia pushed her away, forcing Jenna to release her nipple then pulled her back. “Don’t stop.” She half-sobbed, feeling Jenna’s teeth graze against her neck. “Oh God, yes. Bite me. Just a little pain.”
Jenna bit down hard enough to pierce the skin, making Felicia jerk. Her toes curled at the sharp pain and her pulse began to race. She could feel it pounding at her temples as she fought to control herself, holding her breath and quivering as the pressure mounted inside her. She felt as if her stomach and cunt were being twisted like a rubber band until she could no longer hold herself back, her orgasm rushing like a tsunami through her body, crushing her strength and self control like a sailboat on the leading wave. She soaked Jenna’s hand as her muscles went into spasm, almost crushing the younger woman’s fingers. “Oh gods! Oh, gods.” Felicia sobbed into Jenna’s neck as the convulsions ran through her, and Jenna slowed the rhythm down until she was barely moving, allowing Felicia to rock backward and forward over her hand.
“Not my clit.” Felicia’s lips brushed Jenna’s ear. “It’s too sensitive now.” Jenna lifted her thumb away. “That’s better. Thank you. You can stop now.” She gave a small yelp as Jenna did as she was asked.
“You’re quick,” the butch told her, bringing a hand to her face to appreciate the scent. She licked her fingers, which caused Felicia to laugh.
“I’m not used to being so skillfully played.” She bent to pull up her knickers. Jenna’s hand on her own stopped her.
“I think I earned these.” She slipped them off over Felicia’s boots. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?”
Felicia laughed. “I know what I want, that’s all.” She stood and flushed the toilet for the sake of appearance, the noise drowning anything that Jenna might have wanted to say in reply. “I’ll go out and wash my hands. When I’ve finished, give me three minutes before you follow, all right?”
Jenna nodded, a smile washing over her features. “You’ve had sex in a public toilet and suddenly you’re shy?” She laughed. “Have it your way then.”
Felicia brushed her lips across the younger woman’s but yelped and drew back when she felt the tender skin catch on something sharp. She lifted Jenna’s lip. “Oh, you have a broken tooth. I’d get that seen to if I were you. It looks like the nerve is exposed.” She left, washing her hands and drying them under a blast of warm air. “Three minutes, remember.”
* * * *
Felicia sank into the back of the taxi with a sigh of contentment, giving the driver the address of the gallery where she’d left her Audi. She brushed her fingers over her tender nipple, reliving the sensations in her mind. That had been one of her more interesting liaisons, but she had no idea why she’d run away. It was more usual for her to spend at least part of the night with her temporary conquests. She looked up, catching the taxi driver looking at her and smiled, turning to stare out of the window instead.
Chapter 5
Felicia was glad when her phone alarm began beeping. Morning could not have come quickly enough for her to escape her nightmares. She groaned and reached to press the off button, resolving never to mix a gallery viewing with late-night clubbing and hot, sordid sex again. Any two, yes, but not all three.
She felt an odd stiffness in her neck as she stretched and yawned. Felicia blinked her eyes free of sleep and touched the sore spot, feeling the dampness of a weeping wound before a stiletto of pain prodded her into full awareness. She winced and swung her legs out of bed, the morning need to relieve her bladder competing with her desire to investigate the wound.
Despite her glasses, her reflection was blurred and she blinked several times to clear it but to no avail. Instead, she slipped her hand under the lenses and rubbed at the sockets. There was still no improvement.
Felicia blinked. She was too tired to think. Why would she not be able to see more than a blur in the mirror, with or without her glasses? She knew she hadn’t left her contacts in because the plastic case containing them was on the counter.
That surprised her. She took a step forward and they came into sharp focus. Her eyesight had improved by roughly half a degree. How was that possible? The optician had warned her that it would only degrade further with age.
With another few inches her reflection came into focus in the mirror. Felicia ignored the pain from her neck and stared into her own eyes. They seemed grayer than they had yesterday, changing from the blue of a clear sky on a summer’s day to the sky seen through the London haze.
She examined her neck. The cow in the nightclub really had bitten her, though she hadn’t noticed during the heat of passion. The wound was inflamed, covered in a clear, gel-like fluid and was sore to the touch, although like anyone else she couldn’t resist probing it, gritting her teeth against the stabs of pain. She pushed a fingernail inside the weeping bite, wincing as it connected with a hard lump inside the wound. A twist of the fingernail provided the necessary leverage and the lump fell out into the sink and clattered against the steel rim of the plughole.
Felicia grunted, relieved the foreign body was out. Remarkably, the spot already felt less sore, and she hunted through the bathroom cabinet for some antiseptic gel, taking off her glasses to read the label. She applied it sparingly and debated the need for a plaster, reluctant to wear a button-up shirt in the heat of the day. She elected to forgo the plaster and hoped no one noticed the wound.
“Oh my God.” Felicia squinted at the object in the sink and used a pair of tweezers to pick it up. It was a piece of tooth, which explained why her twenty-minute lover had a broken canine. “What sort of skank leaves a piece of tooth in a love-bite?” She shuddered as she dropped it into the bin then switched on the shower.
Once she felt clean again, which took longer than usual thanks to thoughts of what diseases could be transferred on a tooth, Felicia dressed conservatively and elected to wear her glasses for the day as her contact lenses were now the wrong prescription.
Breakfast was normally a meal she skipped but today she felt as if there was an abyss inside that wouldn’t be filled by a cream-cheese cracker of cereal bar. She was still early for work, so she detoured into the kitchen and opened the cupboards, turning her nose up at every item until