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  Mackenzie put her hand on Gina’s knee. “You expected him to rush back and tell you he’d broken off the engagement and wanted you instead.”

  Gina nodded, her lips turned into a frown as she choked back another sob. “I’m so damn naïve.”

  “You’re a trusting, warm person, Gina. You deserve better than him.” She scooted next to her. “Go ahead and let the tears out. It’s the only way you’ll flush him from your heart.”

  She did. She let go and sobbed into her hands while Mackenzie rubbed her back and murmured comfort. A few minutes later, Gina reached for her wine glass, drained it, and sniffled, “I need something stronger. Where’s your tequila?”

  Mackenzie started to rise. “I’ll get it.”

  “No. You stay right there.” She stood, picked up the tabloid, and tossed it onto the fire. It smoked and curled before it burst in colorful flames. Gina walked to the entry table where she’d set her purse. She pulled out her phone and shut it off. “Done. I’m done with him, and if he calls, I’m not answering.”

  “Good for you.” Mackenzie pointed to the far cabinet in the kitchen. “Tequila’s behind the crock pot.”

  “I don’t know what a crock pot is, but unless it looks like a bottle of tequila, I’ll assume I won’t get the two confused.”

  Mackenzie laughed. “It’s for cooking.”

  “You chefs and your gadgets.” Gina came back with the Patron bottle and two shot glasses. She stood over Mackenzie, wobbling slightly. “You wanna know a secret?

  Holding her hands up in case Gina tumbled onto her, she said, “Yeah.”

  “I can’t cook.” Gina grinned.

  “You host a show about restaurants, but you can’t cook?”

  Gina plopped down in their pillow nest. “Ironic, huh? I never learned to cook, but I do know how to make hundreds of drinks. I worked as a bartender before I was ‘discovered’.”

  “Really? Where?”

  “In Napa. I grew up there.” She uncorked the bottle, poured a shot, and handed it to Mackenzie. “My parents own a wine import/export business.”

  “That’s ironic. Importing wine to Napa.”

  Gina smiled and poured a shot for herself. “They do more exporting than importing, but they sell a good deal of imported wine to Italian restaurants in the region.” She held up her glass. “Ready for this?”

  Mackenzie made the mistake of taking a deep breath. The bitter smell of the tequila made her head swim and her mouth pucker. She’d had more than enough to drink. This would put her over the edge but she’d take the shot to support her friend. Maybe as a side benefit, it would loosen her up a little. She looked at Gina out of the corner of her eye. Such an amazingly beautiful woman. What would it be like to make love to her?

  Not just beautiful, but sexy and passionate. Mackenzie desperately wanted to give in to the temptation to let Gina teach her about sex with another woman. This time, her mouth watered thinking about licking Gina’s nipples, sucking and nibbling them. What would they taste like?

  The taste of that pink flesh between her legs. Was it salty like her own? Or would it taste different, maybe sweet, the way Gina’s mouth tasted.

  Gina tipped her head. “Beautiful girl, don’t look at me that way if you’re not going to let me kiss you again.”

  Mackenzie blinked and glanced away. Caught fantasizing about eating Gina’s pussy, her own lips swelled and creamed. “Bottom’s up,” Mackenzie said, and downed her shot. She made the mistake of looking at her friend.

  Gina’s eyes sparkled as she took her shot. She licked her lips, slowly, deliberately, as if she could read Mackenzie’s mind. “Again?” Gina asked, holding up the bottle.

  Mackenzie shook her head, her eyes watering from the burn of the liquor in her throat. She would be hideously sorry in the morning if she did another one. “No. I’m done.”

  Gina asked, “You don’t mind if I take one more?”

  “Of course not.”

  Gina drank her second shot and pushed away the bottle. “Okay,” she choked. “That’s all the punishment I can take.” Gina rearranged the pillows and lay back.

  “Punishment?” She lay on her side next to Gina, watching her expression.

  “For my stupidity. I knew better than to hope he’d change.”

  “Not your fault.” She laid back, her hands under her head. The fire burned slowly thanks to the oak, and they watched the flames for a few minutes. Mackenzie asked, “Are you doing all right?”

  “Yeah.” She groaned. “I’m such a fool. I knew he wasn’t in my league, but I jumped in anyway thinking I might be good enough—”

  “Stop that.” Mackenzie turned her head and glared at her. “You’re so fucking far above his league, it’s pathetic.” She took Gina’s hand. “Just because he’s famous doesn’t make him worth more than any other cheating jerk.”

  Gina’s eyebrows shot up and she giggled. “You know, I always felt flattered that he wanted me. I felt…grateful.”

  “Gina. What he did was his problem, not yours. Don’t drag yourself down.” The liquor crept up and grabbed her while she lay there. A surge of defensive affection filled her. “When I look at you, I see an amazing woman. Not just on the outside, but deep inside, where it counts.”

  Throwing her head back, Gina moaned, “But I’m so gullible.” Her eyes filled, and when she blinked, tears rolled down her temples to her earlobes.

  Mackenzie leaned over her. “No you’re not. You’re a woman who feels things passionately.” Impetuously, she tipped her head and kissed Gina’s earlobe. “Mmm. Salty. I wish I could…” Gina’s vulnerability touched her, made her protective. She wanted to kiss away all her tears. Looking into her eyes, she whispered, “Gina.”

  Gina turned slowly, closing in on her.

  A liquor fog blurred all Mackenzie’s inhibitions. A sexual awakening made her daring.

  Gina’s lips touched hers tentatively.

  Mackenzie opened her mouth and touched their joined lips with her tongue.

  Gina didn’t waste a second. She rolled half onto her, kissing her with unleashed passion.

  Every nerve in her body sang, and she responded to Gina with a desire and intensity she hadn’t thought she could ever feel.

  The kiss turned teasing and Gina sucked Mackenzie’s tongue into her mouth, lightly scraping her teeth along the tip. Circling it with her tongue in a move so erotic, Mackenzie had to have more.

  They pulled apart for a second. Gina stared down at her, eyes darkened by passion, her breath panting in and out quickly.

  Mackenzie made a decision. She reached and touched Gina’s breast.

  Chapter Five

  A log in the fireplace snapped as Gina jumped at Mackenzie’s touch on her breast.

  The bed of pillows grew hot against her back as Mackenzie’s body flushed. Gina’s pert flesh heated her palm through the silk of her pajama top. Her small nipple beaded under the flick of Mackenzie’s thumb.

  She shuddered, sighing, “My sweet girl.” She reached down and unbuttoned Mackenzie’s flannel top and pushed aside the material. “This is what I’ve waited for all these weeks.” Gina bent her head and boldly took her nipple into her mouth. Her teeth scraped the sides of it as her tongue circled and flicked. Quickly she switched to the other.

  Jolts of outrageous lust shot directly to her cunt. She moaned in pleasure. Gina’s tender nibbles and licks so much softer than a man’s rough foreplay. Her sweet scent surrounded Mackenzie, a potent reminder that her lover was completely feminine, amazingly gentle.

  Gina slid her leg between Mackenzie’s and pressed down on her mound, rubbing erotically.

  “Hot.” Mackenzie said, her body shivering. “You make me so hot.”

  Gina chuckled, a slow, seductive sound. “That’s what I want to hear. Tell me everything that’s happening.”

  Mackenzie put her hands on Gina’s shoulders and pushed her back onto the pillows. “My turn.” She sat up, staring into her beautiful brown eyes, and slid off
her own pajama top.

  Gina reached up and held her breasts in her hands. Her fingers looked dark against Mackenzie’s milky skin. “You have perfect breasts.”

  “I bet you do, too.” Mackenzie’s hands shook at first as she reached to unbutton the pink silk top. No longer unsure, she undid the last button and pulled aside the fabric. “Yes.” Mackenzie touched each dark-shaded nipple reverently, stroking gently around each breast.

  Gina squeezed, Mackenzie did, too. Gina took Mackenzie’s nipples between her fingers, and Mackenzie did the same to hers.

  Mackenzie bent down. “I have to taste.” She licked one nipple, circled her tongue around it, around the areola, and took as much as she could into her mouth and sucked. “Mmm.”

  Gina’s body quivered but her fingers kept up their teasing on Mackenzie’s breasts. “I want to taste you, too. Lay down opposite me.”

  Mackenzie arranged herself so Gina’s breasts lay at her mouth, and hers jiggled in front of Gina’s. They licked and sucked, squeezed and twisted, until both of them shook and panted.

  Gina’s hand slid lower, down along Mackenzie’s ribs, past her belly button to her waistband.

  Mackenzie shivered. “I can’t believe I want this so badly.” She’d had too much to drink, she knew it. Just as she knew she’d question this once morning came. Right now, this seemed wonderful, and perfect, and completely sexy.

  “Take off your pants.”

  Mackenzie tugged off her bottoms and underwear and tossed them aside, smiling at her earlier worry about which panties to wear.

  When Gina looked at her mound, Mackenzie had to see hers. “You, too.”

  Gina shook her head. “I want to give you pleasure first.”

  Naked, but feeling more natural than she ever had with a man, Mackenzie ran her hands down Gina’s hips. “I need to see you. Please.”

  Gina groaned and lifted her hips.

  Mackenzie sat up and eased the waistband down her slim hips, down past her completely bare pussy. “Oh, wow.”

  Gina smiled and spread her legs for Mackenzie. “I had a Brazilian this morning.”

  Mackenzie licked her lips, the desire to taste her bare, wet slit almost unbearable. “For me?”

  Gina nodded. “Touch me.” Her voice sounded desperate.

  Mackenzie reached out and stroked her soft, hot flesh, down between her legs where dark pink folds of skin glistened. The heat of this woman burned her fingers, the slick lips ready for her. Just for her.

  The magnitude of this moment struck Mackenzie. She blurted, “I’ve never done this before.” It sounded stupid, but she didn’t want to make a mistake and hurt her.

  “Honey.” Gina reached between her legs and took Mackenzie’s middle finger, sliding it upward. “I’m exactly like you.” She pushed her finger into the cleft at the top and used it to circle her clit. “Does that feel familiar?”

  Gina’s wet pussy gave off an irresistible musky scent. Mackenzie breathed deep, an answering, pull tightening deep in her pussy. She wanted more. “God, yes. And perfect. Gina.” Her words slurred, not from the alcohol, but from overpowering desire. “This is so sexy.”

  Gina pushed her hand back and closed her legs. “You first, Mackenzie. Pay attention…” Her grin curved sinfully. “Because I’ve perfected this technique. Once you’ve learned from the mistress, you will be allowed to attend her.”

  She bit her lip. “Kinky.”

  Gina settled Mackenzie back on the pillows, propping one under her but. “We’ll start with extraordinary and move on to kinky later.” She ran a hand up Mackenzie’s leg, another hand up the other one, and at her knees, bent and lifted them, exposing Mackenzie completely.

  Gina stared, her face flushed bright red. “Ah, honey, you are beautiful.” She looked into Mackenzie’s eyes.

  Tremors of desire shook through her as she gazed at the lust on her friend’s face. “Touch me.”

  Gina closed her eyes for a second, shuddering. She slid her hands gently up Mackenzie’s thighs to her apex. “Your hair is so curly.” She ran her fingers through it, gently plucking at the hairs.

  Mackenzie wanted release from the sensual torture. She tipped her pelvis up.

  “Be patient, sweet girl.” Gina smiled. “You’re going to have the best sex of your life.” She kissed the inside of her knee, licked and nipped higher, closer.

  Each touch sent a jolt through Mackenzie. The temptation to grab Gina’s hair and pull her in…How greedy would that be? She closed her eyes and relaxed, let the torture turn to pleasure.

  Gina reached her pussy and kissed her lips. She continued to tease as she kissed and nibbled down the other thigh. When she rubbed her hard nipple on the soft skin behind Mackenzie’s knee, Mackenzie gasped, looking at her friend.

  Gina did the same thing on the other knee and used her nipple to trace a scorching line down her thigh and up over her mound. She rubbed her breasts up Mackenzie’s stomach until their nipples touched. Holding Mackenzie’s larger breast in her hand, she circled their hard points, flicking them over each other.

  Mackenzie found the strength to lift her head and kiss Gina, showing her every ounce of her desire, making frantic, passionate demands with her tongue. She put her hand on Gina’s breast and washboarded her fingers over the tight nipple.

  “Yes, Mackenzie, my God, you were made for this.” Against her mouth, she whispered, “I didn’t realize how intensely sexual you are.”

  “Mmm, maybe you bring it out in me.” The truth startled her. She’d never experienced total relaxation while still on fire. The combination proved addictive.

  Gina smiled wickedly. “I want to give you pleasure you’ll never forget.” She resettled her hips and ground their mounds together. “I want to spend hours making you horny, and giving you orgasms that will nearly kill you.”

  Mackenzie thrust her hips, meeting every pass of Gina’s. Her clit zinging from the indirect contact, she bent her head and took Gina’s nipple in her mouth and taunted it, her teeth and tongue working to give pleasure, the feel of another woman’s breast a completely new and lustful sensation for her.

  Gina laced her hand in Mackenzie’s hair and held Mackenzie’s mouth to her breast. “Honey, you’re more uninhibited than I could have imagined. You’re going to be teaching me, not the other way around.”

  Mackenzie kissed a path up her chest, up her neck to her ear, and nibbled on her lobe. She whispered, “I want you to eat me, Gina.”

  Gina’s body convulsed. Was she having an orgasm?

  “Woman. You’re perfect for me.” Her eyes held wonder, as if seeing Mackenzie for the first time.

  Mackenzie touched Gina’s cheek. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  Gina kissed her, hard and desperate, groaning and rubbing their bodies together. She sat up, threw one leg over Mackenzie’s thigh, her foot next to Mackenzie’s shoulder, put the other leg under her ass, and pressed their pussys together.

  Mackenzie threw her head back, breathing hard. The sensation of slick warmth tight against her slit shot quivers through her core.

  Gina rotated her hips, their lips teasing each other’s, her thigh pressing against Mackenzie’s clit at a perfect angle.

  The scent of their muskiness combining reached her nostrils. Mackenzie’s mouth watered. She had to taste her. “Gina. Let me…” She pulled back and turned so she lay between Gina’s knees.

  Gina lay still, panting. “How can I say no to you? Whatever you want, lovely Mackenzie. I’m yours.”

  Mackenzie arranged Gina, propping two pillows under her tight ass. She lay facing her gorgeous, bare flesh. “I want your pussy, Gina. I want to eat it until you scream.”

  Gina threw her arms up over her head, watching Mackenzie with dark, hooded eyes. “Seeing your face down at my cunt is so fucking hot.”

  Mackenzie smiled and leaned in. She snaked her tongue out and licked her mound, trailing the wetness down over the hollow where her leg ended, tasting Gina lower, just be
fore her anus and back up the other side. Unable to wait another second, she pressed her face deep into Gina’s pussy, her tongue exploring every inch of her sweet folds.

  Gina cried out. “Yes, that’s it. Don’t stop.”

  Mackenzie slid her tongue in deeper, circling as she lapped up the sweet juices that flowed from Gina’s core. “You taste wonderful. I want to eat you for hours.” Her flavor was like peaches, ripe and a little salty. It exceeded everything she’d fantasized.

  “I’m so close, Mackenzie. Make me come. Please!”

  Her last word came as a demand. Understanding Gina’s desperation, Mackenzie slid her tongue up and used her hand to open her lips further. She found her clit. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

  “Sweet girl, you are doing everything perfectly. I’m right…on…the edge.” Her voice rasped, breathy, insistent. “Use your tongue, make circles and figure eights. Put a finger up my cunt. Two fingers, and fuck me hard.”

  Mackenzie’s eyes closed with a shudder of desire. She dove in, licking Gina’s clit until she found the rhythm that made Gina quiver. She arranged herself and eased one, then another finger in Gina’s tight, wet slit. Suddenly, the whole scene became surreal, as if it were someone else doing this. Licking a woman’s clit, finger fucking her as hard as Gina demanded. Oh, God, excitement swirled through her, centering low in her cunt.

  Gina let out a cry as her body arched and convulsed.

  Around her fingers, Gina’s slit contracted, her wet, swollen lips massaging her hand.

  Mackenzie had never experienced anything so amazing. Gina’s orgasm squeezed her fingers with aftershocks. Her own body responded with a pulsing ache deep in her pussy, knocking her breath from her.

  Gina relaxed, her body limp, her lungs pumping. A shiver shook her body. “That was perfect, Mackenzie.” She lifted her head and looked at her through slitted eyes. “Absolutely fabulous.”

  Mackenzie smiled, slid her fingers out of Gina’s pussy, and licked them. “You are irresistible.”

  Gina groaned and crooked her finger.

  Mackenzie crawled up and lay in her arms; their breasts pressed together, Gina’s heart beating twice as fast as hers.