Games Girls Play (2 page)

“Please. Please, lady.” Rose’s sweet cunt was slippery, the
proof of her desire slick on Jane’s fingers, the little curls soaked.

“I won’t let you down, Rose. You know that.” Jane would give
all the pleasure she could.

“Never.” Rose touched her face, her hair. “Just been too
long, hmm?”

“Definitely too long.” She grinned, feeling better that Rose
thought so too. Her fingers trailed over Rose’s skin, touching the soft
musculature of her belly,

Muscles quivering, Rose gasped. So ticklish. Jane played a
little, dipping her fingers into Rose’s navel and Rose curled up, proving how
amazing those abs were, before settling back and spreading wide. “I need you. I
need to come, and you do it best.”

“What do you want, honey?” Jane licked her lips, knowing
what Rose wanted and needing to hear it.

“I want your tongue on my clit, your fingers fucking me
hard.” Oh, naughty, wicked girl.

Jane did like a lady who could verbalize her need. Hell, she
just loved being with Rose. She knelt between those spread thighs, hands
sliding up from Rose’s knees. She loved the way Rose’s body opened for her,
pink petals of her cunt shining and slick, clit swelling and peeking from its
hood, the heady scent reminding her of tangerines. Someone needed her now.

Jane touched, pushing her fingers along the wet folds,
opening Rose up even more for her mouth. She licked a long line up to that
sensitive little clit, then flicked it hard, slapping it with her tongue and
making. The sweet-tart flavor of her girl made her moan, hips rocking in the
air. Rose’s taste made her dizzy, breathless.

She went deeper, sucking, licking, working her fingers into
Rose’s cunt. The tight muscles gripped her fingers, pulling at them, drawing
them deeper. Sweet, wanton woman. God, Jane could fuck her all night. Rose
called out, reaching for her, motions near frantic. “More. Jane, honey. Harder.
Right there.”

“Mmmhmm.” She licked hard, flicking her tongue back and
forth. She curled her fingers and worked Rose’s G-spot, pushing it, making her
needy girl wild. Rose wanted to come, and Jane was determined to make it happen
ASAP. Like, now.

She sucked Rose’s clit, pulling almost too hard, letting her
teeth rasp, and her girl lost it, screaming her name, the sound better than
shell casings hitting the concrete.

The rush of moisture left her panting, her hips still rocking,
looking for release.

“Jane. Jane, honey…” Rose groaned and tugged at her, lips
wrapping around her hard nipple and pulling so hard Jane bared her teeth, bit
back the cry. Fuck, yes. Hard, steady, with a pull that sensations right to her
clit, Rose knew what she needed.

There was nothing better than this woman’s mouth. Nothing.

Rose’s hands explored her, making her skin sing, but it was
those lips that drove Jane mad, the suction steady, strong, never letting her
breathe.

She twisted, trying to get more, her hands on Rose’s
shoulders. “Baby. Oh. Rose.”

Her left nipple was deserted, the right getting attention
now, while Rose’s fingers slipped against her clit, the touch featherlight,
fluttering against her and her thighs shuddered.

“Harder.” She squeezed her thighs down around Rose’s wrist.

“Pushy broad.” Rose’s teeth scraped over her nipple as her
clit was circled, teased and she fought to get her own fingers down, give
herself the pressure she needed.

“I am. I know what I like.”

“Mmhmm. Me.” Rose’s thumb nudged her clit, firmly, pressing
the nub of nerves hard enough that her teeth clicked together.

“Yes.” She let her head fall back, her mouth open as she
rode Rose’s hand.

Long fingers fucked her in sure, strong strokes, pushing
deep in time with her moans, fingertips curling, the pressure inside her body
stealing her breath. She wiggled, begging for more with her body. Her mouth was
busy cussing. She did like to yell her fool head off.

Rose’s laughter huffed around her nipple, teeth teasing her.

“Bitch.” She grinned wildly, her belly pulling in tight, the
rhythmic throbbing between her legs an urgent thing.

“Yes.” Rose’s thumb moved faster, and electricity shot
through her like fire.

“Rose. Gonna come, baby.”

A sharp bite stung her nipple, the floodgates opening inside
her. She cried out, her hips slamming up, her breath stopping for a moment.
Fuck. Fuck, Rose pushed her, made her feel things no one else ever had.

Jane fucking loved it.

Rose leaned against her, cheek on her chest.

She petted that soft head of hair, letting it cling to her
fingers. Pretty baby. So fine. “That was worth the hide you’re going to take
from me for taking your shot.”

“Mmm.” One fingertip circled her nipple lazily. “I may need
more than a pound of flesh.”

“You think so, baby?” She could handle that. They could
spend some time together. Make up for lost time.

Make up for last time.

“I think we haven’t played in Vegas in years.”

“Oh, I like the Strip. Big crowds suit us.” What happened
there really did stay there.

“I know. You, me, neon. It’s a perfect idea.”

“I love it. Let’s go.” They could be anonymous. Fuck like
bunnies.

Rose grinned, pushed up and braided her long hair. “We
driving or flying?”

“Driving.” They could have a ball on a road trip. Very bad
bachelor party movie but with more guns.

“I’m in. I have my bag here. I’m ready to go.”

Jane raised up on her elbows to look at Rose’s hand, which
still rested on Jane’s breast. “We don’t get a round two?”

“Mmm. Greedy girl. You going to try to tempt me?”

“Do I have to work that hard?” Jane took a kiss from Rose’s
pretty lips.

Rose leaned in, hands framing her face. Her girl did love to
smooch. Good thing that worked for Jane. “Are you suggesting I’m easy, Jane?”

“Only for me.” And not even that easy for Jane. Rose was a cryptogram.

A deadly, beautiful puzzle.

One of Rose’s legs pushed between her thighs, nudging her
cunt. Her toes curled, her nipples hardening right up. Jane was the easy one.

“Round two, you go first.” Rose’s expression was wicked.

“Rose, dear, where on earth are you?”

“Mmm. Traveling, Shelly.” She was in Rome, as a matter of
fact, working. It was raining, and the cobblestones on the road were slick.
Late November was brutal. “What do you need?”

Her handler usually phoned on Sunday, giving her a chance to
put things into her schedule. Rose disliked surprises, especially when she was
working overtime.

“Nothing. I had someone stop by to deliver you an envelope
at your home. Oddly enough, no one was in and that charming little Goth girl
was cat sitting. I don’t have you as active this week.”

Huh.

An envelope.

“You know I like to stay busy. Besides, I’m visiting an old
friend who I haven’t seen in months.” Her lips twisted and she stepped around a
Vespa that buzzed by. “I assume if I call home, Star will still be alive?”

“She will.” Shelly sounded as affronted as a British granny
possibly could. Old bat.

“Excellent. I’ll be home in a couple weeks. Is it important?”

“Well, it’s not terribly urgent, but it’s an offer you
should consider.”

“Ah. Excellent. I can do that when I get to the house.” She
turned a corner, pulled her hat down to cover her face.

“You can. I take it you’re busy?”

“Not really. Give me two shakes.” She saw her mark, walked
up and injected a pellet of fast-acting poison with a single tap of her
umbrella. Sometimes the classics were the best. “
Scusi
.”

She heard the body fall before she left the alleyway. Rose
smiled when she exited the alley, tickled as anything. Especially when she saw
the glint of a scope from the building three doors down.

“I’m here now, honey. What else did you need?”

“I just wanted to make sure you had everything you required.
Planes, trains, automobiles?”

“I’m going to be heading to Spain for a few days, then I’ll
be flying into Toronto.” Maybe. She had tickets to go on a ship to St. Maarten
too, just in case.

“I’ll talk to you after you get your next communique, then.”

“Yes, ma’am. Have a lovely day.” She hung up, texted
Martinique with the location of her mark’s body, smiling all the while.

Tag, Jane darling. You’re it.

She got less than another block down the street when someone
joined her, a woman in chunky heels and a power suit, dark-chestnut hair slicked
to within an inch of its life. “Bitch.”

“Mmm?” She fluttered her long, fake eyelashes. “
Ti conosco
?”

“You are so not a local,
signorina
.”

“No?” She chuckled softly, letting her amusement show, her
joy in their game making her heart pound. “I beat you to him.”

“You did. Just. I think I’ll beat you.”

“You managed to catch up quickly enough. Would you like a
coffee? A cappuccino perhaps?”

“
Americano, per favore
.”

This was so damn fun, playing with Jane. A dangerous game.

She walked up to a little window, ordering in Italian,
making small talk and flirting casually with the beautiful boy making coffee.
All the while her attention was on Jane, who stood under an overhang, out of
the rain, lean and tall and fierce, and completely unremarkable. No one would
notice her on the street. Rose, they would remember. “
Grazie
.”

They took their coffee standing, like the Italians would,
not willing to pay extra just to sit down. Jane powered down that Americano,
drinking it like a shot of liquor.

Rose sipped her cappuccino, lapping at the foam and letting
it warm her, all through. Rome could be so wet this time of year. When she
glanced sideways, Jane was watching her mouth over the top of the sunglasses.

“You visiting Roma long?” She was grateful for her raincoat,
because her nipples were so hard they ached.

“Just long enough to get a feel for the landscape.” Jane
dipped a finger into Rose’s cappuccino.

“Ballsy woman.” She let herself admire, let herself imagine
that calloused finger on her clit, drawing lazy figure eights until she
screamed.

“I am.” Jane bumped her hip. “What about you? Do you have a
villa tucked away?”

“I do. Here and in Malaga for a week. I needed to go shoe
shopping.”

“Mmm. Buy some tall boots.”

“I go through so many.” Shoes and purses. Gun oil left a
mark. Knives cut through leather…

“I like a briefcase.”

“You carry more hardware than I do.” That was totally not
true. She spent hours on her costumes, her setup, her plan.

Jane just hauled a big gun around.

“Mmm. Your place?”

“The rain is getting harder. It’ll get genuinely cold soon.”

“It will. I’ll meet you there.” Jane took the address Rose slipped
her and stomped away, heels not hindering her a bit on the cobbles.

Rose stopped and bought chocolates and some luscious looking
pastries to share. Sweet to take the edge off Jane losing a quarter mill. After
all, she didn’t want to take a bullet again, just because Jane was peeved.

She grinned, thinking how Jane was going to try to take it
out of her ass. Maybe her cunt.

That was a delicious thought. Wild and frustrated Jane. She
would happily tease until the lion came out in her lady.

A bottle of wine and she was heading out, moving toward the
Trevi Square, to her little bungalow there, overlooking the fountain. She loved
the sound of the water on the marble through an open window, and how people
flocked to the area at night. She loved the lights and the rain, the sounds of
the birds and the fact that the pantheon was so close.

Her little place was hers—she kept it and visited a few
times a year, the tiny villa the size of a hotel room but so much more comfortable
and well-protected. She loved the windows, loved the way the little platform
bed felt like a bower.

She loved the cappuccino machine best. The cafes got
expensive, even though they were lovely. Her machine, though, it was a
thoroughbred. She licked her lips and headed up the stairs, her boots silent.

Rose pondered what she should present to Jane. Should she go
with naked? Just the boots?

She unlocked the door, and she spun, losing the bag of
chocolates as her lips were taken, a cloth covering her eyes. She grabbed her
attacker, instinctively fighting back, going for the throat when she heard Jane’s
voice. “Easy, baby. Just me.”

Then Jane’s body was pressed against her, the weight
familiar, warm. Jane wasn’t all soft curves, but her breasts were a welcome
weight, her leg sliding between Rose’s. The fact that Jane had gotten the drop
on her didn’t worry her. The woman was the second best in the business.

“Perverted woman. I brought you chocolates.” Rose leaned
down, riding Jane’s thigh.

“Did you get pastries for you?” Jane nibbled her throat.

“You know me well.” Mmm. That stung so nicely.

“I do. Let’s go get comfy, have a nosh.” Clever fingers
dipped into her blouse to pinch her nipple.

She reached up for the blindfold. “Sounds good.”

“Nope. That stays on. Penalty for losing me my commission.”
Jane tugged her inside. “Nice place.”

“I love it here. You’ve never been up?” It had been four
months since they were in the same space.

“No. No, this is my first job in the area since we met.”

Huh. Jane did do a lot more domestic wetwork than Rose did,
though, so it shouldn’t surprise her. It did shock her a little when Jane
pushed her down on the little platform bed and raised her hands up over her
head.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty look for you, Rosie. All spread out
for me.”

Rose spread her legs, her slacks dragging on the duvet.

“The only problem is all this cloth.” Jane undid her button
and zip.

“It was raining and cold. You know I’m a warm-weather girl.”
She lifted her hips, not holding back the fact that she craved the sensations
Jane could give her.

“I know. I expected you to be in the Caribbean by now.” Her
shirt went, then her bra and panties.

“I have tickets. A place. Money.” She had to tease.

“I can be there in two weeks. I have a job in Seattle next
Tuesday. One you can’t steal.” Jane settled next to her, hip against hers.

“Steal? It was mine to take.”

“Do you know how long it took me to set up that shot?” Those
calloused fingertips slid up and down her cheek.

“I haven’t the foggiest.” She’d been playing with the
trigger on her umbrella for days.

“I ate a lot of stromboli.” Jane moved, hand sliding down to
cover Rose’s breast.

“I’d pay to watch you eat cannoli.”

Jane’s fingers were sure, warm, and Rose’s nipple drew up
tight.

“Yeah?” Jane’s laughter came through in her voice. “How
much?”

“Mmm. You’re worth a lot.” Hell, Jane was worth a fortune.

“I like the sound of that.” One finger dipped into her
bellybutton. With the blindfold on, she had no idea where the next touch would
land.

Her belly went tight, and she curled up a little, fingers
finding Jane’s shoulder. Not in warning, claws out like a cat. Just to clutch
at something solid in the dark.

I’ve got you. You trust me, right?”

Rose chuckled, her cunt aching for attention. “More than I
trust anyone else.” And that was saying something.

“Then just breathe, baby. Feel. Let me drive.” Jane tickled
her belly, so lightly it made her chest hitch. The touch left a tingle behind,
one that stole her breath.

Then Jane kissed her, mouth warm, tongue pushing against
hers. Oh they should have chocolate. She moaned, fingers tangling in Jane’s
cropped hair, keeping them close. She wanted more of that spicy mouth, more of
the espresso-flavored kisses.

“Hungry girl.” Jane nipped her bottom lip, the sting making
her nipples ache, and she arched, rubbing against Jane’s shirt.

“I am,” Rose agreed, shifting to get more sensation.

“Be good.” One nipple was pinched, tugged until she arched,
the burn setting her teeth on edge. Her legs rubbed together, her cunt so wet.

She wiggled, grabbing for Jane’s hand, trying to get those
clever fingers to her aching clit.

“In a hurry?” Jane pulled back, flicking her nipple with a
finger and thumb.

“I prefer the term eager.” It felt as if Jane was plucking a
string that traveled from her nipple to her cunt, playing her like a guitar.

“Oh, I like that. No rush that way, just want.” Jane’s
chuckle left a little puff of air on her lips.

She lifted her chin, hoping for a kiss. Jane made her
tingle, made her slick and wet. Rose got what she wanted, Jane kissing her
deep, those fingers on her skin slipping down between her legs. Rose spread,
hips arching up and taking those rough, smart fingers in deep. She rode, loving
the pressure, the invasion inside her, the way those blunt fingers dove inside
and filled her.

“Yes. Touch me.” She blinked hard, trying to see past the damn
blindfold.

“Bossy woman.” She could see Jane’s smile in her mind’s eye,
wicked and naughty. She knew that face, from the scarred eyebrow to the quirky
upper lip that was almost fuller than the lower one.

“I am,” she agreed. Jane knew how to touch her, how to make
her wild. Jane teased her swollen clit, tracing it slowly, idly, so that the
only sensation she knew was frustration. Then the circles started, slow at
first, then faster, threatening to light her on fire.

Her hips moved in short, quick jerks, her body beginning to
burn as tension tightened in her belly. When Jane’s lips closed around her
nipple, she almost jumped out of her skin. It took forever before Jane found a
rhythm she could relax into, move into.

Then she was flying, panting, her whole body working to move
just her hips. She smiled, everything tingling, more alive than she felt even
during a job.

Two fingers pushed deep, teasing her, filling her and
driving her out of her mind. The strong suction at her nipples slammed through
her too, making her muscles clench.

She clawed closer to the edge, then shook and cried out as
Jane backed off, teasing her. “Not so fast, baby. Make it last for me.”

“Jane…” She twisted, but there wasn’t any friction, Jane
making her slow down.

“Don’t be greedy. Do you know how perfect you are? With the
blindfold on, your mouth is what I see, all ripe and red.”

Fuck, she loved it when Jane talked dirty to her.

Jane’s fingers pressed into her lips, and she latched on,
sucking hard and fast, tasting her own musk, her sweet juices.

“God, you make me crazy,” Jane murmured, pressing a kiss to
her shoulder.

“Good.” She wanted to make Jane burn with it, wanted to make
sure no one forgot her.

“Yeah. It’s good.” Jane rolled on top of her, their breasts
pressing together.

Rose moaned and let her hands drag along the strong curves,
the lean muscles. She touched, learning everything by feel all over again, and
Jane rocked for her, wiry curls grinding against her thigh. She pressed up,
giving Jane pressure, pleasure, sweet cunt wet against her skin. “Love how you
want me.”

“Always.” Jane ripped the blindfold off her, letting her
blink Jane’s face into focus.

“Hey. Good to see you, lady.”

“Shut up, woman. Kiss me.” Jane was laughing, though, just
so happy to see her too.

She pushed up, took a long, hard kiss, playing and loving
and laughing all at the same time. Jane slid an arm beneath her, holding her
there, undulating against her.

They shifted together, legs tangled and sliding. Rose’s clit
ached, burned, making her twist with it. She wanted more, wanted Jane’s hands
and mouth, her rough caresses. “Together, Jane. I want to taste you.”

“Yeah? Want my mouth on you too?”

She nodded, helping Jane turn, hands smoothing over all that
sweet, smooth skin. Jane’s legs were like silk, smooth but for the goose bumps
that rose up in the wake of her hands. She nuzzled into one soft inner thigh
and closed her eyes, breathing in the tart, citrusy scent, the musk that meant
pleasure and need and lust.