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Margo wasn’t one to share, especially when it came to things she considered hers. Sometimes those “things,” were people, situations, territory. She was sure some quack head doctor would diagnose it as the Texan trying to find some semblance of control because her childhood was unpredictable and blah blah blah. She doubted any of those doctors understood the power of a single gaze, a squeeze on a wrist, or a whispered praise in the right ear. Tonight, would be one of those nights that Margo felt that green tinge begin to cloud her judgement.
The girls had managed to convince Sophie the newest member of their crew to come back to Coyote Joe’s for another night of complete debauchery. The blonde once again not drinking, at least not yet. If Jed could get Sophie to try a little drop of whiskey at the dinner at their house, Margo could sneak her a shot. The problem was, when Margo looked up Sophie was suddenly gone. One of the line dancing boys had spun her onto the dance floor away from the brunette. The fucking nerve of this boy.
“New girl’s getting some attention,” Callie prodded Margo.
With a tight smile, Margo muttered, “Glad she’s having fun.”
But her cool demeanor wasn’t fooling anyone. The Texan watched as the boy’s hand held onto the blondes waist for a moment before it started to drift a little lower. Whether the Bostonian knew it or not, she belonged to Margo, and the older woman would be damned if a young buck was going to swoop in and steal her. Grabbing one more shot from a passing waitress, Margo downed it before moving to the dance floor. Timing her steps with precision, the Texan strode onto the dance floor just as the young man spun Sophie away from his body and with fluid practiced steps, Margo took hold of the young woman and spun her away from the boy.
“Oh,” the flustered gasp of the blonde was adorable. “Hi.”
With a cocky smirk, the Texan cooed, “Hi, yourself.”
Even in the dim light, Margo could see the blush redden her cheeks. Enjoying the affect she had on the young woman, the Texan relished twirling Sophie around before pulling her flush against her body. What the older woman hadn’t anticipated was the young man coming back and pulling Sophie away from her. Sophie’s surprise laughter was like a gut punch to Margo. Her eyes bore into the boy like a predator on the prowl.
“Ladies, shots?” Taylor called out to Margo and Sophie.
The young man replied, “She’s good.”
Oh, the hell she was. Who the fuck was this little dick wanna be player of a line dancer thinking he could answer for her girl.
“You’re right,” Margo said challengingly to him before stealing Sophie, “She’s good.”
In one fluid motion, she looped her arm around the blonde’s waist and guided her away from the boy.
“C’mon, Boston, time for you to do a body shot,” the older woman gently encouraged.
Looking completely panicked, the blonde tried to protest, “Oh – uh – I shouldn’t. Graham – ”
“Fuck, Graham,” Margo exclaimed, “tellin’ you not to drink but he gets sloppier than a pig in mud at dinner.”
Sophie’s eyes lit up, appreciative that Margo was defending her as they arrived back at the wives table.
“Maybe just one,” she shyly relented.
With a confident smirk tugging on her lips, the brunette’s voice lowered as she huskily whispered, “Here.”
The Texan reached for a shot glass and held it between her breasts as her shirt wouldn’t support the glasses weight. She enjoyed watching the blonde nearly short circuit, her gaze bouncing between the small glass, Margo’s breasts, and the older woman’s gaze.
“Where ya wanna lick me?” The brunette asked in a seductive voice.
Sophie licked her lips while glancing around the taller woman’s shoulders and arms, then finally settling on a place Margo didn’t expect. With a gentle touch, the blonde lifted one of the Texan’s wrists and skillfully licked the pulse point. Margo felt her heart flutter as her breath hitched. Sophie looked up at her with a cautious smile.
“Don’t forget the salt, darlin’,” Margo encouraged with a scrunch of her nose.
With a nod, Sophie turned to the table and grabbed the salt. The Texan raised her wrist up so that the young woman’s gaze would cross to Margo’s as she licked a second time. The world narrowed around them. The Texan felt a jolt of arousal course through her body as she watched Sophie’s tongue slowly drag along her skin, slower than before. Her eyes never leaving the older woman’s until she leaned forward and took the shot glass in her mouth. With a quick tip of her head, Sophie finished it in one gulp.
The other wives cheered and hollered for the blonde, each taking turns doing a body shot before Callie demanded they all head back to the dance floor. Margo started to move with them but noticed Sophie was hanging back.
“Ya comin’?” she asked sweetly.
The younger woman played with her nails in what Margo was discovering was her telltale sign of anxiety or nervousness.
“I really don’t know . . . how to dance like that,” she looked embarrassed by the confession.
Holding out her hand, Margo genuinely smiled, “I’ll teach ya.”
“Yeah sure?” Sophie’s eyes brightened with excitement for a moment before saying, “You’d probably have more fun without me.”
Reaching out, the Texan took hold of her hand and started to drag her out to the floor. She positioned Sophie’s hands, one on her shoulder, the other she held onto.
“Just follow my lead, feel what my hands are tellin’ ya,” the older woman whispered into the blonde’s ear as she started to move them in a basic step.
It took a few minutes of missteps and bumping into others on the dance floor, but each time Margo smiled and gave Sophie’s hand a squeeze, letting her know she wasn’t letting go and to trust her. By the third song, they had started to find their rhythm enough that Margo added in a few more twirls and spins. Each time Sophie’s body came back it pressed closer and closer.
“Mind if I cut in,” a male’s voice rumbled beside them.
The Texan could feel the blonde’s entire body tense, her grip tightening on Margo’s body. With a confident smile the Texan turned to the man and plainly said, “I do actually. She’s with me.”
With ease she moved them away to drive the point home. Sophie smiled up at her, the tension in her body gone now that the threat of separation had passed. Margo had the sinking feeling this young woman might be trouble for her. There was something about Sophie that pulled at the Texan, more so than anyone else before. One thing was for sure, Margo’s jealously would be on high alert whenever she was around.
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The next time the familiar green tinge of jealousy weaved its way around Margo was completely unexpected. She had gone a few towns over to one of the high end designer shopping stores. She didn’t exactly need anything, but Jed had talked about having a small gathering at the house and mentioned Margo could invite a few of the girls. Her mind instantly went to the blonde Bostonian who’d occupied her thoughts more so than she cared to admit. With Sophie on her mind, she had gone to one of her favorite lingerie stores to pick up a piece or two she could possibly use to entice the woman into her bed. Margo was trying on her second batch of items when a familiar voice floated in the air.
“Can I help you?” the flirtatious saleswoman said.
The unmistakable nervous quiver of Sophie’s voice replied, “Um – idunno, just looking maybe?”
Instantly Margo moved closer to the heavy velvet curtain that acted as a separator to the mirror alcove in the middle of the changing area, desperate to hear the conversation.
“I’m here to help if you have any questions,” the saleswoman offered before adding, “And let me just say I have no doubt you’d look amazing in any of these.”
Was this woman flirting with Sophie, her Sophie. Margo peeked from behind the curtain, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pair. Sure enough, if she craned her head, she caught the reflection of the blonde and the saleswoman in one of the mirrors.
“Oh – I doubt that – ” Sophie tried to deflect and Margo could see her playing with her nails.
The saleswoman put her hand lightly on the back of the blonde and moved into Sophie’s personal space. Margo’s grip on the velvet current tightened.
“Is there a special occasion or perhaps a person you want to impress,” the saleswoman smiled at Sophie in a way that made the Texan’s blood boil. Margo had a mind to march right out there and yank the woman off of Sophie.
“Um, maybe,” the blonde said with a hint of a blush.
A delicious thought popped into Margo’s mind, and she quickly whirled around and looked for the sexiest pairing of items she could come up with. A minute or so later, she slipped her feet back into her heels to show off her legs and confidently marched out to the mirror alcove. Throwing up her arm against the frame of the entrance and jutting out her hip, Margo selfishly watched Sophie for a moment.
“Boston, fancy seein’ you here,” she finally called out.
The blonde jumped at Margo’s voice, but quickly turned around. When her eyes landed on the Texan, Margo took exceptional pleasure in the way Sophie’s eyes traveled the length of her body.
“You like?” the older woman asked before doing a small twirl to show off.
When she turned back around, she saw the gulp the younger woman took.
“That – uh – looks – wow –,” poor Sophie couldn’t complete a thought.
Margo started to walk into the store, not caring she was mostly naked as she gestured to what the saleswoman had pulled for her before saying, “You gonna try something on?”
“Me,” Sophie light chuckled still reeling at the sight of Margo. “Uh – no, no.”
“That’s not your color anyway,” Margo chided while briefly glancing at the saleswoman.
She strode over to another table and pulled as few pieces, all of which were the color of midnight blue.
“Now these – ,” she twirled one piece on her finger while saying, “These would bring out those pretty eyes of yours.”
The blush that bloomed over Sophie’s cheek and down her neck was endearing. How this woman wasn’t constantly complimented and worshiped, Margo would never understand.
“I can get you set up in a room,” the annoying saleswoman injected.
Effortlessly, the Texan waved her off as she said, “Nonsense, Soph can change in my room.”
With a wink to Sophie, Margo tipped her head towards the changing rooms for the blonde to follow, which she immediately did.
“We’ll let ya know if we need any help,” the Texan said to the saleswoman with a fake smile.
She guided Sophie to her changing room, pulling back the curtain and revealing the pieces she’d already discarded and things she hadn’t tried on yet. The Texan quickly cleared the small chaise lounge, so the blonde had a space to sit and put her belongings down.
“Ha-have you tried all of these on?” Sophie looked around almost stunned.
With a casual shrug, Margo replied, “Most of it.” She then caught the blonde eying a few things and pushed, “See something you like or perhaps – ”
Slowly bending down so her ass was right in front of the young woman, Margo picked up a few items off the floor as she said, “ – I should try on again?”
“I uh – maybe these?” Sophie’s voice hitched up like a squeak as she pointed to the red pieces. She cleared her throat and tried to add, “Red would work with your – uh – complexation.”
“Alright, I’ll try these on while you try yours,” the brunette softly said as she kicked off her heels which brought her closer in high to Sophie.
“O-okay,” the younger woman shyly muttered then turned around.
Margo watched as Sophie pulled off her top and unclasped her bra. The Texan debating whether she could take her right here and now, or if she still needed to gently prod the blonde just a little further. Seeing Sophie keep her back turned while she changed kept Margo from doing anything to brash, the proximity was already having an effect on the younger woman and that was enough . . . for now.
Since the older woman was already undressed it didn’t take her long to swap to the new pieces Sophie had picked. Running her hands through her hair, she cheerfully said, “Ready when you are.”
“I’m ready,” the blonde bashfully whispered.
They turned at the same time and Margo couldn’t help the way her lips parted as she breathed, “Damn, Soph.”
The younger woman’s chest rose and fell quicker than it had before, and Sophie’s mouth was parted just like Margo’s, but her eyes were fixated between the older woman’s chest and bottoms. Almost in a trance, the younger woman’s hand reached up and caressed the edge of the bra, brushing Margo’s skin in the processes. They had somehow drifted closer together and the brunette could feel the quick pants of Sophie’s breathing on her chest. When the blonde finally looked up, their lips were almost touching.
“How we doing in there?”
The Bostonian instantly jumped back. The spell between them broken by that annoying little shit.
“Great thanks!” Margo infuriatingly shouted as she watched Sophie wring out her hands.
“I should probably go,” Sophie rushed to say.
With a sad nod, the older woman backed away and softly said, “Alright then.”
Margo took photos of the pieces Sophie had worn and the red pieces she seemed to like on the older woman. She’d order them online or come back and give the sale to another associate. To hell with this one.
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Somehow, the girls had convinced Margo she deserved a night in Dallas since Jed had started floating the idea of running for governor around. Monae going so far as to rent a large town car to take them to and from Maple Brook. Margo had made sure Sophie was wedged in beside her for the trip, enjoying the constant blush on the blonde’s cheeks and little glances they stole at one another. They had started the night at a nice restaurant before heading out to dance. Someone had mentioned the Round-Up Saloon & Dance Hall. Margo had sprung for a VIP seating area the girls could all congregate back to as they enjoyed the large place. They’d been dancing on an off for over an hour, and for the most part Sophie had stuck close to the brunette, but the young woman had volunteered to buy the next round. Her compromise with Margo was that she’d have a drink every other round, and drink water between.
“Soph not back with the drinks yet?” Taylor asked out of breath as she came back to the seating area.
Callie had a sly smile on her face as she said, “Not yet, that brunette’s been talking her ear off for about five minutes.”
Margo’s head whipped around so fast she almost tripped. There was a tall brunette leaning into Sophie, smiling and laughing and instantly the older woman saw green.
“I’ll go help her carry the drinks,” she threw out over her shoulder to the group as she marched over.
With alcohol fueling the tint of green clouding her judgement, Margo didn’t slide in with her normal tactual approach that almost shielded what she was doing from Sophie. No, she just strode right up and positioned herself right between them.
“Hey Boston!” she said loudly over the music, “Need help with the drinks?”
Immediately the other woman sized Margo up, and the older woman narrowed her gaze back.
“They’re still working on the thing Monae ordered, but they’re almost done,” Sophie happily said, looking up at Margo with all the adoration in the world before remembering her new friend, “Oh, this is Amanda. Amanda, this is Margo.”
“Nice to meet you,” the other woman said without offering her hand.
With a little nod of her head Margo curtly replied, “Same.”
“Once your friend helps you get the drinks back to the table, how about we take a spin around the dance floor,” Amanda said while leaning in and putting her hand on Sophie’s knee.
Margo’s jaw tightened with rising anger at someone touching Sophie. Immediately, the Texan’s hand caressed the small of the blonde’s back.
“She’s got a full dance card, maybe another time,” Margo said in the best fake sweet tone she could muster.
The woman didn’t back down as she glared at her competition before saying, “She can answer for herself.”
“I-I’m not much of a dancer,” the blonde nervously said as her eyes bounced back and forth between the two women.
“You heard her, not much of a dancer,” the Texan echoed while still caressing Sophie’s back.
Before the woman could reply, the bartender appeared with all the drinks. Allowing Margo to immediately cut across Sophie’s body to reach and grab several, leaving Sophie with just two to carry.
“C’mon, Boston. Girls are thirsty,” the older woman said with a wink while flashing Sophie a seductive smile.
She made sure the blonde left first before staring daggers at the other woman. Once they were back at their booth, Sophie helped hand out the drinks then sat down on the edge of the booth. Margo watched as her gaze drifted over the dance floor, and the persistent brunette from the bar gave a little wave to Sophie. The blonde smiled and gave her a small wave back, before sipping her drink.
“Soph,” Margo called out from across the booth, she waited until she saw the cobalt gaze give her full attention before continuing, “You wanna dance?”
“Oh, um – I dunno,” she coyly looked down at her drink.
Standing up, Margo strode over and tugged on Sophie’s hand to get her up, taking her drink out of her hand and putting it on the table. The older woman wordlessly led the blonde to the dance floor. As they danced the space around them slowly began to collapse, pushing them closer and closer with each song. Then out of nowhere, Sophie nearly leapt into Margo’s arms.
“You alright?” the brunette shouted into Sophie’s ear with concern.
Sophie glanced over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed with humiliation as she said, “I think someone pinched my ass.”
“Who?” Margo asked as she stood straight up, looking like she was about to fight the entire bar.
Sophie squeezed her wrist to get her to bend back down as she cheekily said, “You can’t fight everyone.”
“I sure as hell can try,” Margo cheekily said.
Sophie laughed which made the older woman smile and as they resumed dancing, the blonde guided Margo’s hands back down on her hips, but this time, lower than they had been before. Sophie never left her side the rest of the night and they always found a way to be touching.
As the ladies loaded up into their large SUV to drive back in the wee hours of the morning. Callie took the front seat to pass out in. Monae and Taylor took the middle buckets seats which meant Margo had Sophie all to herself in the back bench. The car was quiet save for the small snores of ladies.
Margo watched as Sophie tried to lean against the window but couldn’t get comfortable. After a few more failed attempts, the blonde noticed she was being watched and hung her head with drunken embarrassment before giggling.
“C’mere,” Margo softly whispered as she twisted her body and brought her arm up so that Sophie could fall asleep against her.
The young woman perfectly tucked in against her, almost like she was made to fit there. As Margo lightly dropped her arm over Sophie’s shoulder, she felt fingers weave into the hand and a contented sigh escape the blonde’s lips.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” Sophie sleepily murmured.
Completely shocked by the random comment, Margo pushed back, “Jealous? Of who?”
“Girl from the bar,” the blonde’s words were nearly slurred with sleep.
Brushing the hair away from Sophie’s face, Margo whispered, “Don’ like people bothering my friends, that’s all.”
Sophie didn’t reply at first, which made Margo think she had fallen asleep, but after a few more moments the blonde finally breathed, “Are we just friends?”
There was almost a painful tone in the barely audible question, one that tore at Margo’s chest. She pulled Sophie closer to her body, holding her like the precious little thing she was, and when the older woman could see the even breaths of someone asleep, she finally answered.
“No. We’re more.”
Indulging for a moment, Margo leaned down and kissed Sophie’s head. A happy sigh spilled from the blonde’s lips as she burrowed closer into the older woman.
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The worst kind of jealously is the one you can’t do anything about. Margo sat, trapped by circumstance, societal expectations, and the wives all gossiping as they saw Sophie eating alone in the corner of the restaurant they were in. She was the prime suspect in a murder she didn’t commit, but now the blonde was a social pariah. The Texan had gone crawling on her knees begging Sophie to take her back just several days ago, but no one knew of their secret alliance. So, Margo had to sit and watch as a young male server continued to fawn over her baby girl.
Her hands flexed under the table, itching to stand up and march over every time the boy stopped and chatted with the Bostonian. Getting her to laugh, lightly touching her shoulder. The fire burning in her gaze caught the attention of the table as Jill quietly leaned over.
“You okay, honey? You look like you’re about to fight someone?” she whispered quietly.
Tearing her eyes away from Sophie and putting on her fake smile, Margo tried her best to lie with a tiny pat to Jill’s hand as she said, “Just a lot on my mind, didn’t mean to worry ya.”
“Can’t believe they let her out,” Callie said loud enough it carried over to Sophie.
Margo glared at the red head as she snapped back, “What happened to innocent until proven guilty, huh?”
“Why do you care?”
Flexing her jaw, Margo harshly but loudly replied, “Well, I sure as shit hope you don’t get accused of something you didn’t do.”
The restaurant stilled for a moment as other tables began to stare at the group, but all the Texan cared about was whether a certain blonde heard her. Judging by the half smile that graced her lips while eating, she had. Monae pivoted the conversation to some innocuous fundraiser and the group found their normal rhythm of chatting again. Margo however kept herself quiet, eyes slipping over to Sophie every now and then. It was when they were paying for the check, and she saw the male server slip Sophie a piece of paper that caused the blonde to blush that green once again tinted Margo’s vision and clouded her judgement. She said her goodbyes to the wives then waited a moment to catch the young man in the hallway outside the kitchen.
“Are you harassing my friend at the other table?” Margo confronted him the moment he stepped out of the kitchen.
“Uh – no, ma’am I promise I – ”
Poking his chest with her well manicured finger, the Texan continued, “You know who I am.”
The young man nodded frantically.
“I know your boss, and if I find out you said anything inappropriate or slipped her a number she didn’t ask for or – ”
“Margo,” Sophie’s voice yanked her out of her little rant.
The blonde marched over and pulled the Texan away from the young man and profusely apologized to him. She practically dragged Margo out of the restaurant then glared at her.
“What the fuck was that?” she spat out.
Scrambling to cover her overreach, Margo shrugged as she defended herself saying, “I thought he was bothering you.”
“Because he was doing his job and bringing me water?” Sophie sarcastically asked.
“Touching someone he’s serving isn’t part of the job,” the brunette growled lowly.
Sophie’s eyes expanded to a comical size as she huffed, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Without waiting for a response from the brunette, the Bostonian started to walk away, with Margo in hot pursuit.
“Sophie, wait,” she tried to call out to her.
The young woman didn’t slow down, just shook her head once the Texan caught up to her and said, “You’re fucking jealous of a waiter.”
Bristling at the accusation, Margo snorted, “No, I’m not.”
This caused Sophie to stop dead in her tracks as she looked the older woman in the eyes and pushed back, “Oh yeah? And what if I told you I was going home to sleep with Graham right now.”
Margo’s body reacted before she could stop it, nose flaring, eyes hardening, she tried to push the thought away, but the grimace on her face said it all.
“That’s different,” she struggled to say.
“Is it?” Sophie softly asked.
Margo’s hand started to reach out to grab the blonde’s wrist but stopped as they were still in public.
“You think I’d look at a waiter, who’s a boy by the way, not even a young man, when I just want you?” the young woman asked in a strangled whisper.
Guilt and desire were at war with each other in Margo’s body. All she wanted was to find some quite corner and kiss Sophie senseless both to apologize and to worship.
“I had Jamie throwing himself at me that night at the lake house, if I wanted a boy I could have had him, but I didn’t because I wanted you,” Sophie continued as her eyes started to glisten from tears. “And I had to sit there knowing you were probably going to sneak off and fuck Brad in a corner instead of kicking them out and taking me to bed.”
“Baby I didn’t – ”
Shaking her head, Sophie cut her off, “You knew, it’s why you had me stay, it’s why you kept touching me and flirting with me, but instead of having the courage to fucking do something about it sober, you waited until we were drunk.”
Margo tried to reach and take Sophie’s hand, but the blonde pulled away and drifted backwards.
“You’re not the only one who gets jealous, some of us just know how to hide the pain better,” the younger woman angrily said before turning her back and walking away.
She’d never felt this, pain over someone like this before. She used people, kept them at arm’s length, tools to be used and discarded when done with. Not Sophie. The blonde had somehow woven her way into the fabric of Margo’s being and it scared her. Needing someone like this, meant you were vulnerable, meant you had a weakness, something to exploit. No one had ever gotten her down bad like this before, and that in and of itself was perhaps a sign. For now, Margo would go cool her heels in the bottom of a whiskey glass, then find the blonde and make it up to her.
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She should have known Sophie would be here. She had started working for the opposition not long after confronting Margo about Abby’s murder. Jed had won the nomination, but now faced a tougher fight than anyone had anticipated partly due to Sophie and the work she’d put in. The Governor’s Dinner, a tradition of inviting all candidates running in the general election for the seat, would be one of the few times the teams and the officials from both parties would be under one roof outside of a debate night.
The Texan hated how much her body still reacted to the very sight of the younger woman, but damn if Sophie didn’t look amazing tonight. Anyone with a pulse was checking her out, and that old familiar green tinge of jealously started to tug at the brunette’s chest. Of course, they’d seen each other around Maple Brook, but it was a cold and often times adversarial. Seeing Sophie in her element, seeing the confidence that Margo had only seen glimpses of in those early months, now radiate off of the Bostonian, pulled at the small piece of herself that the Texan had kept locked away. The part that still ached for the young woman.
Margo couldn’t completely explain it, but something felt different tonight, she’d catch Sophie watching her every now and then, just as Sophie would catch her. Halfway through the cocktail hour and the brunette caught a glimpse of the blonde talking with another woman, but as she talked, Sophie’s gaze drifted over the woman’s shoulder to hold Margo’s eyes. The party had started to become dull anyway, why not spice it up a little. Finishing her drink, Margo sashayed her way passed Sophie to the bar just behind her. Leaning against the wooden top so her hips jutted out just enough for folks to notice.
“Mrs. Banks,” one of Jed’s long time supporters saddled up beside her.
Flashing a dazzling smile, Margo happily replied, “Hey Fred, what’s your poison, I’ll order it with mine?”
The man smiled and inched a little closer as Margo lightly touched his elbow. She couldn’t even remember what they talked about, because out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a certain blonde watching. When the man was finally called away, the Texan turned and leaned both elbows back against the bar as she watched the party before her.
When she finally locked eyes with Sophie again, she noticed they looked fiery, almost as if the blonde was jealous of the people Margo was giving attention too. That’s when a seductive looking ginger floated by and paused right in front of Margo.
“You’re looking too good to be standing alone,” the woman’s lower timbered voice was like honey as she inched closer to the brunette.
Letting her eyes travel the length of the ginger’s body, Margo confidently cocked an eyebrow and flirted back, “Careful, sugar. You keep sweet talkin’ me like that and you’ll owe me a drink.”
And so, the little game went between her and the Bostonian. Each finding ways to openly flirt with someone while the other was watching. It was a twisted seductive foreplay, because every time she saw that cobalt gaze lock onto her and watch her body, Margo could feel the intensity hit straight to her core. Once everyone was seated for dinner it only got worse. Margo letting someone fed her from their fork, and slowly letting her tongue and lips savor the item while looking at Sophie at the table just cross from them. Sophie giving someone a kiss on each cheek then pretending she got lipstick on them and caressing their face. Margo leaning into someone so closely that it allowed them to get a full view of her rack, while her fingers played with the ends of her hair, drawing the persons eyes downward. Sophie stealing someone’s drink and sipping the same spot as the other woman’s lipstick.
Later, Margo was waiting by the bar for her drink, the line longer than before and Sophie had just grabbed two drinks. The blonde carefully turned away from Margo when two large drunk idiots stumbled back and almost hit her. The Texan protectively wrapped one arm around Sophie’s stomach pulling her flush against her body while throwing up the other hand to push the men in another direction.
“Ya alright?” the Texan quietly whispered into the young woman’s ear.
Looking up over her shoulder, Sophie’s gaze held that spark, the one Margo used to see back before she’d fucked it all up.
“Yeah, thanks,” Sophie’s voice was gentle.
Margo flashed her a genuine smile as her fingers lightly caressed the place on Sophie’s stomach where her scar resided. Remembering where they were, the Texan regretfully pulled back and let her hand slowly fall from her hip.
“See ya around, Boston,” the brunette said with all the flirtatious affection she could muster, trying not to look affected by their sudden proximity.
The party had wound down, and her paths didn’t cross Sophie’s very much after that. The heat that had been building between them all night starting to cool in the wee hours of the morning. Thankfully, Jed had drunk so much he’d passed out in the car on the way back to the hotel. She helped get him into bed, then gratefully took her leave and moved to her own suite, realizing she was out of booze, the Texan went downstairs to see if she could catch the bar before it closed or at least sweet talk a front desk person into letting her charge a bottle to the room. Luck was on her side, and she was able to snag two bottles of champagne and two flutes from the bar just before it closed. She was leaning against the side of the elevator when she could hear the drunken laughter of people trying to stop her elevator doors from closing. Sadly, they succeeded.
“C’mon, Soph, come back to my room,” a woman sloppily asked as she pulled on the blonde’s arms.
Margo caught the annoyed glare the Bostonian was giving her counterpart before they both realized they weren’t alone.
“Oops,” her drunken friend giggled.
“Two flutes?” Sophie asked with a raise eyebrow. Her gaze traveling the length of Margo’s body again, completely uninhibited.
Margo casually shrugged while saying, “Never know who might pop by, it’s why I also have my own suite.”
“Are we going drinking?” the drunk woman asked.
“No.” both Sophie and Margo said at the same time.
The poor thing pouted, “Aww man.”
Sophie’s eyes cut to the elevator buttons to see which floor was lit up besides the one her friend had pressed. Just then, they arrived at the drunk woman’s destination, she started to tug on the blonde. Sophie, however, kept her eyes locked on Margo.
“When you’re done putting the kiddo to bed, come find me,” the Texan quietly whispered.
Sophie’s eyes widened a fraction with excitement as she asked, “How?”
“You know the floor, just look for something red,” the brunette said with a wink before the door closed.
Margo’s pulse quickened at the thought of possible having Sophie after all this time. Once she had made it to her suite, she quickly pulled off the red lace thong she’d worn, the one Sophie had been holding that day at the lake house. She wrapped it around the outer doorhandle for Sophie to find.
Not wasting any time, Margo quickly moved to the bathroom to freshen up and change. Putting on a sexy pair of lingerie then wrapping herself in her black robe. She had just finished pour the champagne when a soft knock came. Without even checking to see who it was, Margo draped herself along the doorway, blocking the entrance as she opened the door and looked down at a familiar face.
“These are mine now,” Sophie confidently said while holding the red thong up.
Raising her eyebrow challengingly, Margo replied, “Guess I’ll have to steal yours later.”
Without another word, the blonde moved passed the older woman into the main living room of the suite. She picked up one of the champagne flutes and started to sip. Glancing at the dark city view before turning and taking in Margo appearance.
“Who’s your little friend?” Margo politely asked.
Tilting her head, Sophie smiled assuredly and said, “You don’t care.”
“No, I don’t,” the brunette smirked.
The growing tension surrounded them like fog rolling in on the lake, thick and layered, overwhelming all consuming.
Tapping her glass while eyeing her former lover, Sophie challenged, “You just want to know if she’s competition.”
“I don’t have competition, not when it comes to you,” the brunette effortlessly replied, moving just a few steps forward to pick up the other flute.
The blonde seemed slightly amused as she asked, “No?”
“No,” Margo replied in a low seductive voice before adding, “Just obstacles.”
They both took sips of their drinks, and both sets of sapphire eyes glanced at their desired target’s wet lips.
“Is that all any of us are to you?” Sophie quietly asked, “Just obstacles?”
Putting her glass down, Margo took a half step closer to the blonde as she whispered, “Other’s yes, but you . . . never.”
Margo could see the small gulp Sophie was fighting to push down as she asked in a strangled murmur, “Then what am I?”
Taking Sophie’s drink gently out of her hand and placing it beside her own on the table. Margo turned back and stepped right into the blonde’s personal space before she finally confessed in the softest of breathes, “You’re everything.”
Only the sound of their ragged breaths filled in the silence that followed. Their chests rose and fell on the same aroused rhythm. Heat radiated off their skin like an uncontained campfire, licking hot at the most sensitive of places. Sophie wordlessly turned around, scooping up her hair to move out of the way, Margo understood she wanted her dress unzipped. With practiced hands she slowly pulled down on the delicate zipper before her fingers moved back up to caress Sophie’s shoulders and help push the fabric off. Taking a few liberties, Margo let her hands glide down the blonde’s arms as she left tiny kisses along the young woman’s exposed shoulder.
Sophie turned to face the brunette, her gaze dropping to the loose knot holding the robe in place. The silence only added to the heightened tension building between them. The blonde’s fingers were nimble in untying the knot, and Sophie took the extra time to help push the silk fabric off Margo’s shoulders. Wordlessly, the younger woman guided the Texan backwards, then gently nudged for Margo to sit down on the couch. As she slowly straddled the older woman’s lap, Sophie’s hand caressed Margo’s cheek. Both of their gazes were filled with desire, raw and unfiltered, but both held an undercurrent of hurt, scars left unhealed. As the pad of Sophie’s thumb dragged along the bottom lip of the brunette, she finally broke the silence.
“Do you still love me?”
Feeling Sophie’s body against her skin again felt like coming home, every part of her felt alive. All Margo wanted was to taste her sweet girl, pull every sound imaginable out of her, and leave marks all over her so it left no doubt in anyone’s mind who she belonged to.
“I never stopped, Soph,” Margo haltingly panted.
In that moment the hurt that had lingered in their gaze lifted and the brunette watched Sophie lick her lips before cautiously inching forward almost checking that Margo was still there and still real before finally capturing her lips.
The damn broke on their restraint as they both moaned into each other mouths between kisses. Margo’s fingers made quick work of the blonde’s bra, yanking it down then bending forward to capture one of the taunt nipples in her mouth. She felt Sophie’s fingers thread into her hair and tug, while the other hand tried to slide between their bodies.
The Texan lost control as her teeth scraped and nipped on the delicate skin of Sophie’s breast before moving upwards. Finding the base of her neck, the older woman began to suck and bite down. One of her hands curling around Sophie’s hip, squeezing her ass before continuing to slide underneath to the place she most wanted. The Texan could feel the heat emanating from Sophie’s core before her fingers could stroke the delicate lace of the thong from behind.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so wet,” Margo breathed against Sophie’s mouth as her fingers felt the soaked fabric. “Ain’t no one been takin’ care of you?”
The older woman had been so focused on her need for the blonde, she didn’t even notice the young woman’s hand had slipped down her stomach between their pressed bodies, until her hips jerked at the sensation of her own mound being cupped.
“I could say the same,” Sophie huffed as her hand rubbed up and down over the damp lingerie causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through Margo.
The brunette spread her legs to give the younger woman better access, just as her hand began to push the fabric of Sophie’s thong to the side, her finger teasingly stroked Sophie’s entrance.
“Only the memory of you, could satisfy me,” Margo openly admitted in a ragged breath as she sucked on Sophie’s lower lip, her own lips already swollen.
Sophie began to mirror what Margo was doing with her hand, fingers rubbing up and down the entrance over the fabric of the brunette’s thong before pushing it aside. Their finger’s started to dip inside each other, almost at the same time. Margo could feel Sophie tremble against her body after every teasing press to her entrance, and the brunette moaned louder after every teasing press by Sophie.
The young woman pulled back just enough so they held each other’s gaze when they both pushed inside of one another. Their mouths fell open as they shared tiny whimpering groans of absolute pleasure. Their hips rolled into one another’s hands, and after several long slow strokes Sophie’s forehead rested against Margo.
“Fuuuuck,” Sophie’s breathed into Margo’s mouth.
It was hard to stay focused on Sophie’s pleasure with the blonde working the Texan at the same time, but it was a delicious challenge Margo was enjoying as she huskily whispered, “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You,” Sophie groaned, “Just you.”
With the angle of her hand being different, Margo hand to adjust her technique to hit the spot she knew her girl enjoyed. Their hips rocked into one another as their pace began to quicken. Their mouth desperate to find one another after every moan or whine of delight broke them part. Margo’s legs began to tremble as her hips pushed up to chase Sophie’s hand.
“You want more?” the Texan asked, only receiving a frantic nod from the young woman in reply.
Pushing a third finger deep inside of Sophie, Margo could feel her walls immediately tighten, as the blonde cried out in unabashed desire. The brunette watched Sophie’s head tip back as her eyes closed. It was intoxicating to see the effect she had on her.
“My sweet girl, you gonna come for me?” The brunette asked while kissing Sophie’s jaw.
The blonde buried her head against Margo’s neck as her hips frantically pushed back into the Texan’s hand. Somehow, the older woman managed to sneak her other hand between their bodies, and blindly started to rub Sophie’s clit over the fabric of the thong. Margo let out a sudden hiss as she felt the younger woman bite down on her neck, causing her own chest to arch into Sophie as the pain mixed with pleasure.
The young woman was close, and with a touch more pressure from the fingers circling her clit, Margo knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Using the last shreds of concentration, the brunette put all her effort into making Sophie scream out her name.
“Margo – fuck -Margooo,” The blonde’s desperate pleas turned into beautiful moans of ecstasy as the young woman’s body spasmed with each wave of pleasure that pulsed through her as she climaxed.
It was everything Margo remembered and so much more. Watching her come so hard helped the brunette slip back into her own pleasure. Sophie’s hand still working within the Texan though temporarily slowed by coming first. Finding the older woman’s lips, the blonde kissed her with a languid tongue.
“No one can turn me on like you,” Sophie began to whisper against Margo’s lips, “Or make me as wet as you.”
With each whispered confession, the blonde’s hand moved faster inside of Margo, and the brunette could finally concentrate on her own release.
“I’d fuck myself thinking it was you,” Sophie whispered against the Texan’s ear.
The older woman pushed up and gasped as the blonde’s words were pushing her to the edge as fast as her hand was.
“Because you’re the only one who can make me come this hard.”
Sophie pressed the heel of her hand against Margo’s clit and the Texan felt the coil of pleasure at her core about to snap.
“Now come for me.”
With just a few more curling strokes of the young woman’s hand, Margo cried out and came just as hard as Sophie had. She felt the blonde steal her loud moans from her lips as they kissed through the waves of Margo’s orgasm. There were times the Texan couldn’t tell if she was trembling, or Sophie was. When the haze of bliss began to lift, she was met with the most gorgeous view. The young woman openly gazed at her with an affectionate softness, Margo hadn’t seen since that fateful night.
“Do you – ” Margo had to catch her breath to finish, “Do you still . . .”
The Texan tried to finish her thought, but her poor bruised heart held her back, unsure if it could handle rejection.
“Yes,” Sophie answered without needing to hear the rest, “Always.”
They clung to one another in the darkened room, two battered and bruised souls trying to find a way back to one another. Perhaps letting her jealousy get the better of her once in a while wasn’t such a bad thing, Margo thought. But only if it resulted in the beautiful woman in her arms coming back to her.