Outsiders by Lynn Ames & Georgia Beers & J. D. Glass & Susan X Meagher & Susan Smith

Author:Lynn Ames & Georgia Beers & J. D. Glass & Susan X Meagher & Susan Smith [Ames, Lynn & Beers, Georgia & Glass, J. D. & Meagher, Susan X & Smith, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Lesbian, Romance, Anthologies (Multiple Authors), Short Stories
ISBN: 9780979925450
Google: T-xyPgAACAAJ
Amazon: 0979925452
Publisher: Brisk Press
Published: 2009-11-10T00:00:00+00:00

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Fran was delighted. Preliminary buzz for the performance was better than good; it was damn good, and some of the casual discussion she’d had with the potential investors and partners had gone from cocktail chitchat to opening-round negotiations. Although she knew much better than to take anything other than officially agreed-upon and signed contracts as guarantee, it augured for a strong and positive position, especially when she considered the verbal promise she’d received from one of the larger interested backers in the presence of Ren’s own representation.

She’d not noticed when either Samantha or Nina had left the party and so, full to brimming with excitement that she half-expected her skin to vibrate, Fran thought of nothing other than the news she had and the discussions they would have over the next few days. They’re probably sleeping, she reminded herself as she carefully slid her key card into the lock then quietly opened the door.

Music played, loud enough to hide the sound of the door as she shut it but low enough not to be heard in the hallway, and light glowed from just around the corner where the room opened into larger space. Fran stepped quietly forward.

The image froze her, stunned her mind into complete immobility as well, leaving her able to do nothing other than witness. Sight and sound melded, swelled in her throat and became the air she breathed, stopped her heart and took over with an almost painful rhythm as the mirror played its unblinking image for her.

They moved together and they were one. They moved again and revealed open heat and hunger. The movement continued and they already possessed each other; now they possessed her. She had known and deeply loved them both, and when Samantha pressed her face to Nina’s back, rubbed her cheek against the soft skin that covered the sharp angle of the shoulder blade, Fran viscerally remembered. She could taste Nina’s skin in the place where Samantha’s lips touched, felt Samantha’s open kiss there, right there.

Nina’s head turned, exposed her throat and the length of her body. She arched her neck and the mirror lay bare the reflection of raw desire even as Samantha filled it. The intensity that flowed between them overran and filled the room, and the aching twist of love followed a whisper that Fran saw but could not hear, turned Nina’s head once more until her eyes, their eyes, reflected back to the glass, to bounce and lock with Fran’s, frozen as she watched and loved and missed and wanted.

It was too late for her to move, too late to stop for them, no way to pretend or undo. Love and desire together spun a web, sent their net through the air and caught her within. Now Fran could feel Nina’s body yielding to hers, the delicate taste of Samantha on her tongue. Her own hands curved and curled, landscapes of love alive in her palms and under her skin, electric and knowing, until it seemed as if the very knowing itself was what made her blood flow, her heart beat.