Veritas (17 page)

In what seemed like no time at all, Grey felt the familiar warmth of release spreading down her thighs and up into her chest, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she came undone with a scream that would have otherwise certainly carried beyond her cabin. Her head spun with the force of her orgasm, and she reached down blindly with her other hand to
grab onto Lauren’s, needing to feel anchored as pleasure coursed through her. Her heart raced even as her orgasm eased, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she welcomed the weight of Lauren’s body atop her own. She moaned at the taste of herself on Lauren’s tongue as they kissed, and sighed when she opened her eyes to find Lauren smiling at her. “Hmm?”

“Nothing,” Lauren murmured as she nuzzled Grey’s cheek with her nose. She stroked her right hand over Grey’s stomach, idly tracing the ridges of her abdominals, enjoying the way they bunched and twitched under her touch. Grey was lax
beneath her, and she hummed softly as she dipped her hand between Grey’s legs to play in the wetness that was still pooled there.

“Oh god,” Grey moaned, her eyes fluttering shut again as her leg rolled automatically to the side.

“Close. Lauren,” Lauren teased, smirking as she flicked her tongue over the shell of Grey’s ear. She sighed as swollen lips wrapped invitingly around her fingers, and she eased her hand lower, wanting nothing more than to see how many times she could make Grey come before the brunette begged her to stop.

Grey woke up well before dawn the next morning, her internal clock jolting her from sleep in spite of the fact that she had dropped off only a few hours earlier. She stretched carefully, pointing her toes and extending her legs beneath the sheet that was bunched at her waist, mindful of the sleeping woman beside her. The light in her bathroom was still on, casting enough light into the cabin to see everything clearly without being disruptive, and Grey took advantage of it as she turned onto her side to look at Lauren.

Lauren
was lying on her stomach with her arms folded up over her head, and there was the softest of smiles playing at her lips. Her hair was splayed in wild tangles over her shoulders, and the sheet that covered them both was bunched low enough that the little dimples at the small of her back were visible. She looked relaxed, sated, and oh-so-beautiful, and Grey’s fingers twitched with the need to reach out and touch, to draw familiar shapes amongst the smattering of pale freckles that dusted Lauren’s pale skin.

She needs to sleep,
Grey told herself, fisting her hand under her chin to keep from reaching out for Lauren.

Her eyes swept slowly over Lauren’s body, running in slow circuits from her closed eyes, past her smiling lips and down over her shoulder, along the long, gentle curve of her back to the sheet that blocked the rest of what she wanted to see from her view, and then back again. Up and down, tracing and re-tracing those same curves, committing every detail to memory. Her body throbbed with the need to feel Lauren again, to touch that soft skin w
ith her fingers, and to taste it against lips. After a few minutes of such longing perusal, her fingers reached for Lauren without her conscious approval, daring to lightly trace the gentle curve of her shoulder.

Her heart skipped a beat when Lauren hummed quietly at the touch, and she leaned in
to press a gentle kiss to the soft swell of muscle she had just been caressing. She lingered in the kiss, her tongue peeking out to graze over skin that tasted like sweat and sex, and her eyes fluttered closed as she moved her lips a few centimeters to the right and kissed her again. And again.

And again.

She shifted, balancing her weight on her left elbow as she reached over Lauren to brace her right hand on the redhead’s other side, and ghosted her lips around the edge of a shoulder blade. She held herself above Lauren as she feathered kisses across the span of her upper back. Lauren shifted beneath her, spreading her legs wider, her sleeping body unconsciously reacting to Grey’s soft, barely-there kisses. Grey smiled and carefully maneuvered herself between Lauren’s legs, shoving the sheet that had been covering them down to their feet as she began laying an unhurried line of kisses down Lauren’s spine. Her goal was not to awaken, or even to arouse, she just selfishly wanted this moment to enjoy the feeling of happiness that filled her.

Lauren stirred as she reached the curve of her lower back, the most adorable little mewl escaping her as she gave a small stretch, and Grey smiled as she dragged her lips lower so that she was able to lick the dimples
above Lauren’s ass. “Good morning.”

Lauren smiled at the feeling of Grey’s breath against her
skin and relaxed into the mattress. “Morning,” she replied sleepily.

“Is this okay?” Grey
whispered, laying another lingering kiss to the soft skin in front of her.

“Mmm. Yeah,” Lauren hummed, her eyes drifting shut when Grey moved lower, warm lips and a hot tongue grazing over her ass. She drifted along the line between sleep and true wakefulness as Grey’s mouth moved slowly over her backside, enjoying the tender press of Grey’s lips against her skin. Every kiss was both relaxing and arousing, and Lauren sighed when Grey’s tongue painted a languid stripe over the line where ass and thigh met to flutter for the briefest of moments between her legs. She rolled her right leg out wider, her hips canting up off the bed in a quiet plea for more, and moaned when Grey’s tongue swept deliberately over her clit and up through the length of her.

Grey looked up toward Lauren’s face as she dragged her tongue through damp folds one more time before she finished the lick with a wet kiss to Lauren’s left cheek. She smiled at the way the muscle flexed beneath her lips, and captured it playfully between her teeth. “You’re not falling asleep on me up there, are you?” she teased, her voice light as she took the pinked skin she had just bitten into her mouth and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

“Totally,” Lauren drawled, smirking as she picked her head up and looked over her shoulder at Grey. There was a softness in Grey’s eyes that made her heart swoop up into her throat, a hint of some
thing far more serious than the casual nature of their relationship warranted, but she forced those thoughts aside as she watched Grey crawl back up over her, the brunette’s tongue drawing a thin line up her side. The feeling of Grey’s breasts dragging over her skin sent pleasant shivers rolling through her, and she groaned when Grey’s lips finally reached her own. The kiss was as achingly gentle and unhurried, and Lauren sighed when it eventually broke. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Grey murmured, dropping her mouth to Lauren’s shoulder as she ran her right hand down the redhead’s side and slipped it between her and the bed. She nipped at the skin beneath her l
ips as she eased her hand lower to rub a lazy circle over Lauren’s clit. “Okay?”

“Fucking perfect,” Lauren sighed, lifting her ass up into Grey and giving the hand between her legs a little more room. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Grey’s fingers dipping
lower and then sliding wetly over her, and a low moan rumbled in her throat when Grey’s body curved around her own, hips pushing into her ass as full breasts pressed against her back.

The flexing of Lauren’s fingers against the sheet drew Grey’s attention, and she covered
Lauren’s left hand with her own. She kissed Lauren as she threaded their fingers together, the simple hold and the feeling of their bodies fitted together ratcheting up the unexpected intimacy of the moment as Grey’s continued to rub lazy circles over swollen nerves.

They rocked together
at an easy pace, their joined hands pressing into the sheets, fingers curling together and then relaxing as they traded wet, languid kisses, both of them more than content to let things build slowly. To bask in the softness of each touch, and to revel in the feeling of warm, smooth skin.

Lauren turned her head into the pillow and groaned when she felt her orgasm begin to crest
, and she cried out softly as she crashed gently over her. It was as close to perfection as it was possible for the moment to be, and she let out a shuddering breath when she collapsed to the bed.

The smile tugging at Lauren’s lips told Grey everything she needed to know as she draped herself over
Lauren’s back, and she grinned as she pressed a lingering kiss to Lauren’s cheek. “Good morning,” she murmured playfully.

“I’ll say
.” Lauren tried to roll over, and laughed when Grey refused to budge, somehow managing to become even more of a dead weight against her back. “Are you not going to let me return the favor?”

Grey shrugged and buried her face in Lauren’s hair. “Dunno.” She thrust her hips into Lauren’s ass and added, “I’m comfy.”

“You’re adorable,” Lauren countered, squeezing the fingers that were still interlaced with her own. She laughed at the playful raspberry Grey blew at her, and sighed when her eyes landed on the alarm clock nestled into one of the alcoves just above her head. She was going to have to get up soon to start breakfast.

“What was that sigh for?” Grey asked, sweeping Lauren’s hair aside
to suck on her earlobe.

“It’s getting late,” Lauren said, her voice tinged with annoyed acceptance. No matter how much she would rather spend the day in bed, there were three loud little boys who would be expecting food soon.

Grey cracked an eye open to look at the glowing orange numbers on her alarm clock, and groaned as she snuggled into Lauren. “Can’t they just have cereal or something today?”

“I wis
h.” Lauren rocked her butt up into Grey. “Let me roll over.”

“Fine,” Grey grumbled dramatically, like doing so was an incredible inconvenience, and pushed herself up enough to allow Lauren to turn onto her back. The maneuver ended with her straddling
Lauren’s hips, and she waggled her eyebrows suggestively as she leaned in and kissed her.

Lauren wrapped her left hand around the back of Grey’s neck, holding her close as
she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. She slipped her right hand down between Grey’s legs, and rested the back of her wrist against her stomach as she stroked through the length of her. Lauren smiled at the way Grey moaned and curled into her, hips pressing down as her back arched up in pleasure. “What would you like?”

Grey leaned her forehead against Lauren’s as she ground herself against the redhead’s hand. “I just want you to touch me.”

“I can do that,” Lauren murmured. She cupped Grey more fully, pressing her middle finger between swollen lips, and began rubbing her in a languorous massage. “Good?”

“Amazing,” Grey breathed, dropping to her forearms.

Lauren smiled and lifted her chin to capture Grey’s lips in a deep, lazy kiss as the brunette began rocking against her. Time seemed to stand still as they moved, breaths cascading in synchronized waves over parted lips as they moved to a rhythm that was all their own.

It was, Lauren thought as Grey’s hips bucked harder against her hand, almost frightening how
well they fit together, how in tune she was to what Grey needed. She rubbed harder, pressing the heel of her palm against Grey’s clit as she eased two fingers inside her, moving in quick, shallow thrusts that she knew would bring her crashing over the edge.

Lauren slipped her hand from between them when Grey’s trembling eased, and wrapped her arms around
Grey’s waist as the brunette collapsed on top of her. Her stomach fluttered at the feeling of soft lips against her throat, and she sighed as she ran a light hand down Grey’s back, turning her head to the side as a nimble tongue flicked over her pulse point. “I don’t think we have time for that,” she pointed out softly, though she made no move to pull away.

“I know.
” Grey sighed and dropped her head to Lauren’s shoulder. “I just…”

“Yeah,” Lauren agreed. “Trust me, I know. But, for now…”

“Work,” Grey grunted, making the word sound like a curse. She picked her head up and glared at her alarm clock as it snapped to life.

Lauren smiled at
Grey’s antics and gave her ass a playful slap. She knew that, if left to their own devices, they would never get out of bed and that was, unfortunately not an option for them at the moment. “Come on, Wells. Get that gorgeous ass of yours into the shower, and I’ll make waffles for breakfast.”

“I’m surprised you wanted to do this.” Lauren waved a hand at the orchid-festooned woods that surrounded them. A morning hike had not been on her to-do list, though she did have to admit that it felt good to stretch her legs a bit. She usually started her day back in New York with a jog through Central Park, but an early morning run had obviously not been an option since she boarded the
Veritas.

Grey looked over at Lauren and shrugged.
Because the twins were feeling better, the Muellers were spending the morning at the yacht club, taking advantage of the rentals offered to do some parasailing and kayaking. She had one kayak on board the
Veritas
, but Max and Peyton had been fighting over it for pretty much the whole trip, so this way they would both be able to paddle to their hearts’ content. “Why not? It beats sitting on the boat waiting for the Muellers to radio and say they’re ready to come back for lunch. We
are
kind of at their disposal for the week, ya know.”