Exit Wounds by VK Powell

Author:VK Powell
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781602829329
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2013-08-11T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Hey, where’s the fire, lover? Slow down.”

Rachel’s high heels clip-clopped behind Loane as she sprinted toward the condo. Tonight she didn’t care who saw her, who knew where she lived, or who followed. The only thing on her mind was getting far away from Abby. She couldn’t believe she was in the city and hadn’t contacted her. But she hadn’t bothered to call for months, so why was Loane surprised? Still, when she’d thought Abby was in danger at the club, she hadn’t hesitated to act. What a sucker. She called back to Rachel. “Hurry.”

It was the second time in as many nights that she’d left the club too fucked up, for one reason or another, to blow off some sexual steam. Well, not tonight. Rachel had offered her services and Loane wasn’t too proud to say yes anymore. She needed to erase the image of a living, breathing Abby and to exorcise painful emotions that reignited with the slightest breeze.

Loane fluctuated between rushing to Abby and never seeing her again. How could she reappear as if nothing had happened? Didn’t she know how much her leaving had hurt Loane, how much it still hurt? Perhaps she’d moved on with her life and for some perverse reason came back to put a period on their relationship. Maybe Abby had never truly cared about her.

She pulled Rachel into the elevator, pressed the button to the penthouse, and backed her against the wall. Rachel raised her skirt and lifted one leg onto the railing, revealing only a thong. Pulling Rachel’s naked leg between hers, Loane rubbed against her from her knee to the apex of her thigh, then cupped her sex. She was already wet. Loane looked into her brown eyes and saw Abby’s staring back at her. Desire vanished.

When the elevator door opened, she considered sending Rachel back to the lobby. Don’t be stupid. You need this. She refused to let the past ruin her night. “Want a drink?”

“All I want is you. I’ve been waiting for this.”

Soft illumination from outside flooded the condo, and Loane didn’t bother to turn on a lamp. Too much light and she’d have too clear a picture of Rachel and what she was about to do. Besides, darkness suited her mood.

Rachel grabbed the waistband of Loane’s jeans and pulled her to the white flokati rug in the center of the room. When she unzipped her jeans, unbuttoned her shirt, and shucked her clothes to the floor, Loane didn’t object. Abby was alive and safe and here. Loane’s heart raced. Abby was so close, but Loane hadn’t deserved even a phone call. She looked out across the eastern skyline, willing her body to cooperate and her mind to disengage.

Streetlights twinkled in varying shades of white, yellow, and gray. Stoplights changed intermittently from red to yellow, then green, and back again. The muted sound of enthusiastic passersby and the steady thumping bass from the club wafted up from below. She struggled to connect as Rachel knelt in front of her.

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