Substitute for Love (29 page)

“It’s an electrolyte and sodium imbalance. It’s not life-threatening. But the stress it causes her system is so extreme that her other conditions are escalated. The imbalances are then more pronounced, adding to the systemic stress.”

“Okay,” Reyna said. “I guess I understand. She’s having these little problems, and they’re not the real danger.”

“Right. It’s her kidneys most of all, as we’ve known for some time. I’m going to order another functionality test—”

“Do you have to? It’s so painful for her.”

“I don’t think I have a choice,”,he said, not unkindly. “I think we’re in final stage. But this stage can be quite long with proper treatment, and she gets that.”

“I just wish we could do something about the pain.”

“We’re learning more every day. But something that short-circuits the most important safety feature in the human body — the nerves that say ouch, stop, pain is bad — that doesn’t also turn off consciousness is a long way away. I wish there was more I could do.”

“I know,” Reyna assured him. “You probably feel more helpless than I do.”

He regarded her in his gentle, professional way. The lilt of his New Delhi accent had always soothed her. “Speaking of you, when was the last time you saw your own physician?”

“Why? I thought lupus wasn’t —”

“No, I’m not implying that there is something you should be watching for. But I have eyes, and you don’t look well. I am guessing it’s stress, and you appear to have much stronger coping mechanism than your mother, but we all have limits. How much weight have you lost in the last six months?”

“I forget to eat,” Reyna admitted. “I’ll try to do better.”

“I’m just recommending that you take better care of yourself. You can’t help anyone if you’re ill.”

“Thank you. I’ll keep it in mind.” You’re not unbreakable, you know that, she told herself. Maybe your father doesn’t, but if you do have a mental or physical breakdown, he wins. That is not a choice.

She sat with her mother for an hour, watching her sleep and feeling all the while as if she was drowning. She had to leave before her mother woke up. She had led her to believe that some sort of happy ending was in the offing, but that wasn’t the case. One look at her drawn face and her mother would want to know what was wrong.

She showered and changed at home, pulling on black jeans and a thin white shirt. The black leather jacket accentuated her pallor, but it was part of her shield. She couldn’t stay with Holly tonight, but she wasn’t going to leave Holly sitting in the parking lot, wondering why she didn’t show. She knew there could not be a tomorrow. Easier, then, if there was no tonight, either. Her mind knew it, even her body seemed to know it. Only her heart didn’t believe it, and her heart, so far, was never right.

It was a quarter to eleven, and Holly resisted the urge to check her watch. She sat in the dark of the motel parking lot reliving the final confrontation with her aunt and telling herself she did not want Reyna.

In the end, her aunt had told her nothing she did not already know. She had denied keeping the messages from Mr. Frazier from her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. “I have a bridge game in half an hour, so if that’s all you wanted to know…”

“There’s more,” Holly said stubbornly. “I know everything now.”

“I’m sure whatever it is you’ve decided, it’s my fault. You’ve been blaming me for everything lately.”

“You aren’t to blame for everything. You didn’t rape my mother, you just married the rapist and made me call him my uncle.”

Her aunt turned so pale that it looked like she would faint. Holly found it hard to care, in that moment; then, when her aunt’s pallor didn’t improve, she fetched a glass of water.

She set it within reach and said, “I told you I know everything. I just can’t fathom why you did it.”

“I did it for you. Where do you think the money to pay for college came from? You were owed something, and I got it for you.”

“Wonderful,” Holly said sarcastically. “Do you expect me to be grateful?”

“He made a mistake, but your mother drove him to it. She drove me to it — she thought only of herself.”

“I won’t listen to this. I only wanted to know the truth. I didn’t want to believe that you knew exactly what you were doing when you married him, but you did. Fine. I won’t see you again. I can’t.”

“This was her fault. She refused to behave in a decent manner. People were whispering all the while we were growing up, and it was always on me to be the normal one. It wasn’t enough for her, she had to make men want her anyway —”

It had been too much to bear, and Holly had left without another word, leaving her aunt alone, which was what she had always seemed to want. There was no resolution to be had, and no amount of arguing would change the reality her aunt had constructed to justify her actions.

Headlights swept over her, but it was a car that pulled into the parking lot. She illuminated her watch — ten more minutes.

You can’t want her, not knowing what she is. You’re here to tell her, no more. A quick Web search had found her numerous links about Grip Putnam, many of them unflattering. There were also a few news articles that mentioned his daughter’s role in the Putnam Institute. More recently there was a gossip item connecting Reyna with Jake Graham, another conservative scion of a political family.

She would say, just like Galina had, that she didn’t fuck straight women. That was what she would say.

She heard the muted rumble of the motorcycle before she saw it, and the sound made her remember the feel of it between her legs a week ago, when she had felt as if her body was fused to Reyna’s.

She got out of the car and waited. She tipped her head back to look at Reyna while she took off her helmet. The poor motel parking lot light was still sufficient to illuminate Reyna’s eyes.

Reyna seemed to want to say something, and the words Holly knew she should utter were in her mouth, too. Then Reyna dropped her helmet and took Holly’s face in her hands.

Hard, raw want coursed through her because her body didn’t know better. But her mind knew she should pull away. She had rewritten her life in the last month, but some parts of her had not changed. She had only contempt for what Reyna represented, and so she could not go to bed with her, not again.

She tipped her head back with a low whimper as she opened her mouth to Reyna. She was washed with desire and conflict, voices in her head screaming at her to push Reyna away. All the while her heart pounded with an escalating passion that made her arch hard against Reyna’s thigh. She had conflicting answers to the same equation. She bit Reyna’s lower lip even as the part of her that saw the world as a puzzle reminded her of a simple axiom. If statements that ought to be equal are in conflict, then there isn’t enough information for a solution.

It was a thinly veiled rationalization, she knew, but it was enough. She clutched Reyna to her, saying yes and yes again. The car was unyielding and cold at her back. Reyna was all heat and fierceness. Between the two extremes Holly felt far too pliant, but she waited in the dark while Reyna went to get a room.

She was going into the motel room to gather more information, she told herself, lying through her teeth and not caring. There could be no future, she thought, because her foolishness would have a price. But at least they would have tonight.

She was the one who turned on the bathroom light, then closed the door almost all the way, giving Reyna enough illumination to watch as Holly undressed. Reyna seemed frozen in place when Holly went to her, naked again. Reyna was still dressed, including her jacket, and appeared poised to run for the door. But her gaze never left Holly and Holly knew Reyna would not go, not yet.

Reyna drew in a shuddering breath. “I only came here to tell you I couldn’t stay.”

“So did I,” Holly admitted. She drew Reyna’s hand to her ribs and shivered when fingertips grazed her nipples a moment later. “But I want this.”

“So do I. I’m sorry — it has to be this way.”

Holly almost said that she knew who Reyna was, but Reyna was kissing her shoulders, then her neck, and Holly felt the deep stirrings of arousal just as she had before. She would not be this woman’s lesbian plaything. She wanted to say no, but there was only yes in her. She wound her hands under Reyna’s jacket, thrilled by the feel of Reyna’s clothing against her hungry skin. Reyna asked, she said yes, and she was on the bed. Reyna’s mouth was on her, Reyna was inside her, and she begged for more. Hated herself and begged for more.

They came to a rest at last at the foot of the bed. Reyna stretched over Holly for a lingering, deep kiss. She told herself that this shouldn’t have happened, but every part of her was rejoicing that it had. She put her head on Holly’s shoulder and rested. Everything she had learned last week had come back to her. Every place she stroked and licked had been familiar and longed for.

Holly jerked. “Something’s scratching me.”

Reyna raised herself to see that the zipper of her jacket was responsible.

“Take off your jacket,” Holly whispered.

Her. head felt hot. She knew what Holly wanted and hadn’t realized that keeping her clothes on had been an unconscious attempt to maintain some distance. If she felt Holly’s skin against her she’d never give it up.

Holly pushed her over on her back and her hands went to the buttons of Reyna’s blouse. “As sexy as I seem to find it, you’re not keeping your clothes on this time.”

Reyna said, “No.” She trapped Holly’s hands in hers. “I can’t stay.”

Holly pulled away and sat up, her face turned from the light. Her voice was harsh and distant. “You can’t stay, or you’re just done?”

“I can’t stay.” Reyna’s fingers went to her blouse and it took all her will not to unbutton it.

Holly’s voice took on an edge of anger. “I don’t understand all the nuances of this yet. Is it that you’re not a lesbian if all you do is fuck me? But I can’t fuck you because that would make you gay, too?”

Reyna wanted Holly’s hand back on her. She could not stay. “No, no, that’s not it.”

More gently, Holly asked, “Then what?”

“I can’t explain. But I can’t see you again. I only came here to tell you that.”

Holly turned her face back to the light, but her eyes were dark and unreadable. “And I led you astray.”

“No,” Reyna said quickly. “No. I wanted to do that. I told myself I couldn’t, but I knew all along I would, if you said yes.”

“And you think you can leave now?” Holly leaned over her. “I don’t understand why you have to go, but you promised me that you would make love to me, and we’re not through.”

Reyna’s mouth parted when Holly straddled her lap. “What do you want me to do?” She had to swallow to be able to speak. “I’ll do it.”

Holly murmured, “I want you to make love to my hands with your body. My fingers need to touch you.”

Reyna shivered, but this time she didn’t stop Holly when she went to unbutton her blouse.

“I want you to make love to my mouth with your skin.” Holly kissed Reyna’s jaw, then trailed her tongue down Reyna’s throat. “Let me know all of you.”

“Last week, you were enough. It’s not that I didn’t want you to. I didn’t need it.” Her words were staccato, punctuated by short, hard breaths.

“Do you need it now?”

Reyna had to close her eyes. “Yes.” The word tore through her. Her shirt was open and she felt Holly’s naked breasts against her stomach. She had what she wanted and felt utterly lost. She whimpered when Holly’s skin left her.

“Am I hurting you?”

“God, no. Touch me.” Reyna pulled at her clothes. “I want your body against me.”

She lifted her hips so Holly could push down the sleek black jeans. “Stay there,” Holly breathed. “Please.” She slowly went to her knees next to the bed as she kissed Reyna’s belly, her thighs.

“Is this what you want? My mouth … here?”

“Yes,” Reyna said brokenly. “Yes.”

She felt poured out, like wax, as Holly learned her. She began to talk, as she had not with any of the others, letting her desires voice themselves after such a long silence.

“There. Please,” she begged. “Please.” She said much more and didn’t know if Holly could hear her. She was choking on the words, on fire to tell Holly how good her mouth felt, then how much she needed fingers in her now. She could not stop groaning out her need until she arched hard against Holly with a desperate shaking that continued even after she had slumped into Holly’s arms.

“There’s more,” Holly whispered. “You want more.”

“Yes,” Reyna said. She would never stop wanting more. What more could there be, you fool, she cursed herself. There is no more. But my lord, such wonder, such ecstasy, and knowing it was Holly who moaned low in her ear.

“Tell me.” Holly caressed the side of Reyna’s breast as if she wanted it in her mouth again.

I will never be able to leave, Reyna thought. I can’t stay. I can’t go.

Holly nuzzled at her breast. “Tell me. I’ll do it.”

“I want… I want tomorrow.” Reyna was off the bed as she spoke, gathering her clothes. She did not know where she found the strength. “I have to go.” In a panic, she buttoned her shirt and yanked on her pants. If she didn’t

leave now she never would. Tomorrow would come and with it her future smashed to bits again. Holly’s future, and her mother’s future, too.

She stumbled to the door, but hesitated when Holly said, “Wait,” behind her.

“I have to go. Now.” Reyna stood in the open doorway, knew if she looked back she would be lost in Hades forever. She walked out into the empty night.

Holly chased after her, not yet buttoned, and caught up to Reyna as she threw her leg over the bike. “I’ll be here next week. Say you’ll be here.”

“I can’t.”

Reyna kept her gaze on her hands and fought the desire to look up at Holly one last time. She put on her helmet and chanced a sideways look. Holly hadn’t buttoned her shirt and she was naked underneath. Reyna’s mouth watered and she was dizzy with heat.

Holly kissed her then, a hard, demanding kiss, a kiss meant to get Reyna off the motorcycle and into bed again.

Reyna whimpered with the pain of saying no. “I can’t.” Holly said something else, but the bike’s ignition drowned it out. In a heartbeat she walked the bike backward enough to clear the parking space. In another heartbeat she was gone. Her heart wasn’t even beating, she thought, not anymore. There was no air, no tomorrow, not even a tonight.