LJ Maas - Rebecca’s Cove

Baylor braced herself with one hand on the edge of the pool. “God, woman!” she exclaimed. “So good.”

Hobie moved over to the other breast and repeated her assault. By the time she straightened up again, Baylor was breathing rapidly. Baylor captured Hobie’s mouth in a kiss that communicated unbridled passion and a certain urgency. Hobie couldn’t wait any longer and she interpreted Baylor’s kiss to mean the same.

She ran the flat of her hand down Baylor’s belly and into the dark curls. Baylor gasped when she felt the electric touch between her legs.

“Right here?” Hobie whispered.

“Yes...yes.” Baylor struggled to form that one word. She didn’t usually have such reactions to simply being touched. It was as if Hobie had complete command of her. Baylor had a feeling that what she had written in her novels all those years was true after all. Perhaps love did make all the difference.

“Don’t stop,” she managed to utter. She kissed Hobie’s shoulder, wrapping her arms tighter around her.

“You feel wonderful. So wet.” Hobie stroked the length of Baylor’s sex. She paused to circle the sensitive clit and Baylor groaned.

“More. Please, baby.”

Hobie realized that they’d both waited long enough. She easily slipped one, then two fingers inside Baylor. Baylor involuntarily opened her legs and Hobie slid her fingers in deeper. She began a continuous motion, sliding in and out. When she pressed in, Hobie made sure to rub her thumb in a circular motion against Baylor’s

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clit. It didn’t take long before she could feel the trembling begin within Baylor’s body.

“I love you, Hobie. God, I love you,” Baylor whispered breathlessly against Hobie’s neck. She held tightly to her.

Baylor felt as if she were swimming against the raging current of a whirlpool. Certain that she would do something to mess it up, she held back her release out of fear that this would never come again, that these feelings would never be duplicated, and that she would only have this one time within Hobie’s arms.

“I love you, Baylor. You’ll always be safe with me,” Hobie whispered into the trembling woman’s ear.

That was all it took. Astrangled moan escaped Baylor’s throat as she tilted her head back. She could see herself giving up against the strength of the current. Her body relaxed and she began to swirl along with the water in a downward spiral. The closer she got to the whirlpool’s center, the hotter the fire burned within her own body.

Suddenly, Baylor saw stars. They were the stars that had come together for them during their ceremony, but this time, she was flying with them. Surrounded by shooting stars and the blue-black night, the two stars raced toward each other. At the most intense moment of her pleasure, as her release shot through her entire being, the two stars collided. The resulting explosion caused rings of color to burst forth.

Baylor gasped as she opened her eyes. The vision was gone. She still held tightly to Hobie, her heart pounding so hard she could hardly catch her breath. That’s when her tears began. Baylor couldn’t understand it; sex had never been this emotional before.

“It’s official,” she whispered after she brought her breathing under control. “I’m pathetic.”

Hobie smiled in understanding. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

“Then I guess all I can say is thanks for having me.” They both smiled at the double entendre.

“No, don’t move.” Baylor held Hobie’s hand where it was between her legs. “Not yet. It feels too good.”

“You’re telling me.”

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Eventually, they realized they had to get out of the water. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a sec with some towels,” Baylor said.

She returned moments later with two oversized bath towels. The women wrapped themselves in the warm terrycloth and sat on the side of the pool. They held hands and dangled their legs in the warm water, feeling like teenagers in love.

After a while, Baylor situated herself so Hobie could sit between her legs and lean back against her chest. They sat that way in silence with Baylor’s arms around Hobie, listening to the breeze as it rustled against the palm leaves overhead.

“You are incredible, I want you to know that. I’ve certainly been around the block, but no one’s ever made me feel like this. I know I sound all sappy and cliché, but it’s the truth.”

“I’m so there with you, sweetheart. I feel like I’m sixteen and in love, and I’ve never felt like that with any lover before.”

Baylor’s arms tensed. “Um, have there been many...you know, lovers?”

“Don’t go there, Baylor Joan. Not tonight.” Hobie turned in the embrace and touched her fingertips to the crease in Baylor’s forehead. “It doesn’t matter anyway, anything that came before. I feel like I’ve been living my life in a black-and-white movie and now, here we are in Technicolor.”

Baylor instantly brightened. “Thanks for the reminder, and you’re right. It sounds like something Harriet Teasley would write, but I feel like I’ve been transparent all this time. Now I meet you, and suddenly, I can see myself, others can see me. I’m whole.”

“I think I like the way Harriet thinks.” Hobie smiled and the women shared a tender kiss. “Thanks for tonight, for making it special.”

“I think for the evening thus far, I should be thanking you,” Baylor said, wearing a sheepish grin. “However, your special surprise is waiting in that building right there.”

“In the greenhouse?” Hobie’s voice took on an excited, childlike quality. “I’ve always wanted to know what Evelyn grew in that big one there. Guess I was too polite to ask. To tell you the truth, I thought it might be pot.”

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Baylor laughed. “It’s nothing that exciting. I have a little spot set up for us. Have you been eating right today?”

“I did skip a little. I was kind of nervous and, well...Thanks for checking. You know it’s the first thing I forget.”

“I know, baby, but no more. Now you have someone to harp at you every day. I’m gonna make your mom look like she didn’t care.” Baylor chuckled. “I’ve done a lot of research on the Internet about hypoglycemia, and I’m prepared to make your life a married hell.”

Hobie laughed at Baylor’s earnest vigor, feeling secure in the fact that someone was looking out for her for a change. “You’ll probably drive me bananas, but I’ll love every minute of it.”

“So are you hungry?”

“Mmm, what did you have in mind?” Hobie fingered the spot between Baylor’s breasts where she had her towel knotted together.

“Alot.” Baylor jokingly slapped at Hobie’s hand, then kissed the tip of her nose. “But later. First, you’re going to eat some dinner. We’re going to go on a picnic.”

“A picnic? Isn’t it a little late at night?”

“Nope. Not where we’re going,” Baylor said cryptically. “I think you’ll love it. Plus, I want you to eat plenty of high-energy food.”

“Am I going to need it?” Hobie asked with a suggestive look.

“You have no idea, my love. Your evening is just getting started.”

Hobie lay on her back on the soft blankets and raised her arms above her head, stretching like a contented cat. She grinned sheepishly when she caught Baylor smiling at her.

“Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever guessed all this was in here,” Hobie said. “It’s like a different world.”

“You should have seen the look on my face when I first got here. I thought it was the beginning of a bad Twilight Zone episode.”

The women, still in their towels, lounged beside the waterfall, surrounded by oriental grasses and tropical plants with dark glossy leaves.

“Get enough to eat?” Baylor asked as she patted Hobie’s belly.

“Absolutely. How did you know I love Greek food?” “Your mom.”

“Well, these are the best dolmades I’ve had in years,” Hobie said. “Where did you go for them?”

“Oh, hell. I made them,” Baylor said with a satisfied smirk. “You made them? All of this?” Hobie peeked into the wicker

basket, which was still half full of food. “Were you planning on a few more people showing up?”

“Very funny, and yes, I made everything. It’s one of my hobbies.”

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” “Let me guess. You don’t know how to cook.” “Do peanut butter and jelly sandwiches count?” Baylor dropped her head in false dismay.

“Wait! I can make macaroni and cheese, too—well, the kind that comes in a box—so there. And I can make pancakes. From a mix, though.”

Baylor couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer. She leaned over Hobie and kissed her soundly. “You are as impossible as you are beautiful,” she said after pulling away to look into Hobie’s eyes.

“I try.”

Baylor leaned down for another kiss. This time, Hobie felt an odd sensation. The only way she was able to describe it later was to say that she felt her destiny click into place. The kiss was soft and passionate, tender and hungry all at once. By the time she parted her lips to let Baylor’s inquisitive tongue enter her mouth, their bodies were pressed tightly together. Hobie moaned at the warm softness of Baylor’s tongue. She regretted that they had to come up for air.

“Good Lord, Hobie Lynn. Where did you learn to kiss like that?” Baylor asked breathlessly. She didn’t wait for an answer. “That’s what I remembered, you know. As humiliating and embarrassing as it is to admit that I forgot your face, I remembered that kiss.”