On the Fly Read online

  Court’s disappointment must have been obvious because Lana smiled and pressed her fingers to Court’s lips.

  “It isn’t that I don’t want to continue this, because I think it’s pretty apparent I do,” Lana said. There was just enough light from the street for Court to see Lana’s eyes as they roamed shamelessly over her body. Lana shook her head and closed her eyes. “Jesus, I can’t believe I’m saying no to you right now. Next time?”

  “When?” Court asked, sounding just a little too desperate. Honestly, she didn’t care. “Where?”

  “Tomorrow night?” Lana said. “Your place?”

  “Yes,” Court said. “Tomorrow is perfect.”

  “Time?”

  “Does six work for you?”

  “I’ll be there at six. Should I bring anything?”

  “All I need is you.”

  “Good answer,” Lana said before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and then turning and walking away, leaving Court alone in the alley to compose herself.

  Court let her head rest against the building behind her and she stared up at the sky. She wondered if a fling with Lana would ever be enough. She supposed unless she wanted her heart broken, it would have to be.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Court looked at the clock on the stove again and wiped her sweaty palms on the legs of her jeans. Lana would be there any minute. She checked the table one more time, making sure she’d put everything out. She’d never been much of a cook, but she could make hot dogs and hamburgers with the best of them. She figured that type of fare would be a little too juvenile for what she was hoping would be a romantic dinner, so she’d picked up some Chinese takeout on her way home from a property showing.

  Her pulse spiked when the doorbell rang, and she stood there, frozen. This was ridiculous. There was nothing to be nervous about. She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath before forcing herself to walk to the front door. When she opened it, she just stared at Lana standing there looking more beautiful than any woman Court had ever laid eyes on.

  “Hi,” Lana said with a shy smile. She looked down at herself and then back to Court. “I wasn’t sure how to dress. I hope this is okay.”

  “More than okay,” Court managed. Lana was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a turquoise sweater snug enough to leave no doubt of the fact she was a woman. Court’s brain finally engaged and she held out her hand and urged her inside. “I’m hoping you won’t be dressed for long anyway.”

  She tried to pull Lana closer, but Lana took her hands and threaded their fingers together “We have all night, Courtney Court. There’s no need to rush things.”

  “Right.” Court nodded and looked down at their hands as she tried willing her pulse to return to a normal rate. “I got dinner.”

  “Good. Dinner’s good.”

  They sat and ate as they talked about mundane things. Court was feeling strangely like she did as a teenager on her first date with another girl. It seemed she had only one thing on her mind, and it didn’t appear Lana was on the same page. She was beginning to think maybe it had been for the best when Lana put the brakes on the previous night, but then Lana stood and held her hand out. Court took it and allowed herself to be pulled to a standing position.

  “Can we sit and talk for a little bit?” Lana asked, looking a little nervous for the first time since she’d arrived.

  Funny, but seeing Lana nervous helped Court to relax. Court led her to the living room.

  She watched her as Lana’s eyes landed on the framed Olympic medals and Team USA jerseys on the wall above the couch.

  “Wow,” Lana said, walking toward them. She reached out and touched the frame, then smiled as she glanced at her over her shoulder. “This is impressive.”

  “I guess so,” Court said, feeling her cheeks heat in embarrassment. She’d always been uncomfortable talking about her achievements. Her father had taught her to be humble. To not brag about the things she accomplished, because bragging was an unattractive trait to have. “I’ll admit it was a lot of fun playing on a world stage.”

  “Why aren’t you playing in the Olympics this time around?” Lana took a seat on the couch and removed her shoes. She patted the cushion next to her, and Court sat as well.

  “I was invited to camp, but I came to the conclusion I’d done what I could for Team USA,” Court said. It hadn’t been an easy decision to make, but Gail had spent many evenings hashing it all out with her, and they’d both agreed. “There are a lot of women who would love to make the team, and for me to keep hanging on would just take a spot away from someone else. Someone younger. I know I wouldn’t have been happy as a twenty-year-old if I lost a spot to someone who was in their mid-thirties and not nearly as fast or as talented as she used to be.”

  “I don’t know if I could be so gracious,” Lana said. “Especially when it seems to me you haven’t diminished in the skills department. There’s been what? Ten games so far this season? You have twelve goals and sixteen assists.”

  “You’ve been keeping track?” Court met her eyes and gave her a smirk.

  “No,” she answered hesitantly. “Eric is a bit of a stats nerd, and I think he has a bit of a crush on you.”

  “That could be awkward, but not very believable,” Court said. “Remember, he tried to set us up on a date. It doesn’t sound like something someone with a crush would do.”

  “Okay, fine.” Lana let out a sigh. “I think you might be his new hero.”

  Court didn’t know what to say in response. She stared at Lana for a moment. Despite her long-held reservations about getting involved with a woman who had children, she had to admit Eric was making her seriously rethink things. He seemed like a really good kid.

  “We’ll see if he still feels the same way after I try to help him with his game,” she finally said.

  “I don’t think it’s going to change anytime soon.” Lana leaned back and crossed her legs. Court reached out and placed her palm on Lana’s thigh, because, well, she had to touch her. “I think you might be stuck with him.”

  “So do you know my plus-minus number?” Court asked when Lana covered her hand with her own and moved it a few inches up on her thigh. “Average ice time per game? Penalty minutes? Faceoff percentage?”

  “No, so I hope you don’t tell me talking hockey stats is an aphrodisiac for you,” Lana said. “But if it is, I can certainly study up on your statistics for our next date.”

  Lana turned her head to look at Court and tentatively touched her cheek, right below the stitches she’d received the night before. Court closed her eyes and leaned slightly into the touch.

  “Your eye is a beautiful shade of black,” she said, trying not to laugh but failing.

  “Better than a broken nose,” Court said with a chuckle.

  “You broke her nose?”

  “I did.”

  “Good. She deserved it.”

  “You probably haven’t dated many women with black eyes, have you?”

  Lana placed a hand firmly on her shoulder and pushed her down on her back. She heard Court’s quick intake of breath when she began to unbutton her shirt.

  “That would be a pretty safe assumption,” she said, meeting Court’s gaze. God, what was it about her? Lana wasn’t usually the aggressive type, but after she’d slowed things down when she arrived earlier, she’d gotten the distinct feeling Court was waiting for her to make the first move. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, she smoothed her palm across Court’s taut abdomen, eliciting a moan, which only ratcheted up her desire. “You are so fucking sexy, Court.”

  She’d never dated a woman who was an athlete, and she was impressed by the chiseled muscles that appeared to be barely contained beneath Court’s skin. Her body was hard, but strangely soft at the same time. The dichotomy was fascinating to her. She met Court’s eyes as she pushed her sports bra up to free her breasts. Her breathing quickened at the feel of them in her hands and she finally broke their eye contact so she could lean do
wn and take a nipple into her mouth.

  “Lana,” Court said, her breath as uneven as Lana’s was. “Lana, look at me.” Lana stopped what she was doing and did as Court asked. “As much as I don’t want to stop this, I really think we should move this party upstairs. The bed is much more comfortable than this crappy piece of furniture I bought at a yard sale.”

  She nodded and got to her feet, but she clasped Court’s hand and didn’t let go as she followed her up the stairs. She was afraid if she let go, the spell between them would be broken. It was ridiculous, she knew, because it was obvious what Court wanted. Once in the bedroom, Court got on the bed and urged Lana to stretch out next to her, facing each other.

  She closed her eyes when Court ran her hand through her hair and urged her closer for a kiss. Even though her body wanted fast and urgent, she tried to force herself to remain in control of her faculties when Court’s tongue ran slowly across her bottom lip.

  Any semblance of control went out the window when Court reached down and grabbed the back of her leg and pulled it over her body so Lana was straddling her. Their kiss never broke, though, and their tongues were involved in a slow battle of control when Lana ran her hand up Court’s side and cupped her breast, her thumb lightly grazing the nipple just below the edge of the sports bra she hadn’t yet removed.

  “Oh, my God,” Court murmured when she pulled away so they could both catch their breath. “I think this might be the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes on.”

  Lana straightened her body and leaned back against Court’s bent legs. Court’s hands went to her hips and encouraged her to move them slowly across her abdomen. Once she started, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop. Court moved her hands under her shirt and gently squeezed Lana’s nipples through her bra, causing what felt like a jolt of electricity straight to her already swollen clit. She pressed her hands against Court’s to hold them in place and met her eyes as her hips continued to move faster.

  “Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing,” she said breathlessly.

  “Come for me, Lana.” Court’s breaths were coming in short bursts much like her own. “Please.”

  Lana fell forward, her hands on either side of Court’s shoulders, and she forced herself to move her hips more slowly, enjoying the delicious feeling of the seam in her jeans pressing against her sex. Her forehead pressed against Court’s shoulder when it felt like she was about to explode from the inside out.

  “I’m about to come,” she said into Court’s ear. Court’s arms went around her waist and held her tightly as Lana went over the edge. Nothing else existed in that moment other than the two of them, and the feel of Court’s solid body pressing against hers. She was aware she was moaning her pleasure as her hips jerked in an attempt to milk every last bit of her orgasm. When her body finally went slack, she felt Court’s lips against her temple. After a moment, she rolled off Court and onto her back, an arm across her eyes. “I’d have to agree with your earlier assessment. This is definitely the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes on. Or even with my clothes off, if I’m being honest.”

  Court chuckled and propped herself up on an elbow to look down at her. She removed the arm Lana had over her eyes and then let her hand move down her neck to her chest.

  “Agreed, but I think we need to try it naked,” Court said. “I really think I need to taste you.”

  “Jesus,” Lana said, squeezing her legs together against the onslaught of feeling those words evoked. And the look in Court’s eye. Like she wanted to devour her. Fuck.

  She watched as Court got to her feet and quickly stripped all her clothes off as Lana did the same with her own shirt and bra. Lana crossed her arms behind her head and tried not to come undone when Court unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them, along with her underwear, slowly down her legs and finally dropped them to the floor. Once they were both naked, Court’s hands started at Lana’s feet and moved up her legs as she crawled onto the bed. Lana closed her eyes and allowed her legs to fall open for Court.

  She was still sensitive from her first orgasm, and she bucked when Court spread her lips with her tongue.

  “Too soon?” she asked, looking up at her.

  Lana met her eyes and was struck by the eroticism of the view she had. She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she reached down and put her hand on the back of Court’s head, urging her to finish what she started.

  Her second orgasm came so quickly she wasn’t prepared for it. She cried out as her head pressed back into the pillow, and her hips lifted off the bed. Court slid her fingers inside her and never stopped what she was doing and succeeded in drawing a mind-blowing third orgasm from her body.

  “Come here,” Lana said, her voice raspy. She felt tremors run through her body as Court slowly withdrew her fingers and crawled up to lie down next to her. She turned and put an arm across Court’s torso, holding her tightly as she waited for her breathing to return to normal. “That was amazing. You’re amazing, Courtney Court.”

  Court chuckled as she shifted so her arm was around Lana’s shoulders and Lana’s head was nestled against her neck. Lana pressed her lips to Court’s collarbone and sighed contentedly.

  “Twenty-six,” Court said after a few moments.

  “What?” Lana said, having no clue what she was talking about.

  “My plus-minus statistic,” Court said.

  “Smart-ass.” Lana pinched her side and Court laughed.

  “Coincidentally, it’s also my average ice time per game.”

  “Good to know,” Lana said, feeling her limbs grow heavy.

  “Good night, Lana.”

  “I just need to rest for a minute,” she responded, having every intention of reciprocating. “There are some things I have to do to you too.”

  The last sound she heard was the deep rumble of a laugh coming from Court’s chest not far from her ear.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Court woke up the next morning in the same position she’d been in when she’d fallen asleep. Lana was still in her arms, an arm slung across her torso, and a leg hooked around one of hers. She took in a deep breath and then tried to lie still when she felt Lana stir.

  “Oh, my God,” Lana said, her voice husky from sleep. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “I feel like such a guy for falling asleep on you. Literally.”

  “I’ll take it as a compliment seeing as how I obviously satisfied you enough to make you sleep so soundly,” Court said with a cocky grin.

  “I bet you say that to all the girls,” Lana said as she peeked at her from under her arm and smiled.

  No doubt the smile was meant to assure Court she was teasing her, but the comment only served to make her uncomfortable. She couldn’t recall ever uttering those words before. In fact, there was rarely a morning after with the women she slept with. Her MO was to leave before anyone fell asleep. She wasn’t sure why, but it suddenly seemed important for Lana to know the truth. She turned over to face her and laid her palm on Lana’s stomach.

  “You’d lose that bet,” she said softly. When Lana moved her arm and looked at her, Court shook her head. “I’ve never said it. To anyone. Ever.”

  Lana didn’t immediately say anything in response, but her eyes softened, and she placed a hand on Court’s cheek. She smoothed her thumb over the cheekbone below her stitches.

  “Are you for real?” she finally asked.

  In lieu of an answer, Court moved her hand up to cup her breast as she leaned over and kissed her. She’d meant it to be a simple peck on the lips, but Lana apparently had other ideas. Her hand went to the inside of Court’s thigh and moved slowly toward her center.

  “What time is it?” Lana asked when she broke their kiss.

  Court glanced at the clock and felt a moment of panic until she remembered she didn’t have to be anywhere until after noon. She shifted so her legs opened to give Lana the access to where she needed her to be.

  “Eight o’clock,” she said, her pulse spiking as
she felt Lana’s fingers lightly brush her clit before moving downward and sliding easily inside her. “Oh, yes.”

  “Do you have to be somewhere?”

  “No,” Court answered, her eyes sliding closed as she allowed herself to feel nothing but Lana’s fingers pumping her slowly. It felt so good.

  “Good,” Lana said before placing a quick kiss on her lips and then she took an erect nipple in her mouth.

  “Shit,” Court muttered when Lana’s thumb pressed against her clit at the same time her tongue flicked her nipple. She spread her legs wider when Lana’s thumb started pressing her clit each time she thrust her fingers into her. Her tongue ran along Court’s skin until she reached her ear.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” she said.

  “I want this,” she managed to say. “You on top of me. I want to come with you inside.”

  “Now tell me what you need, Court.”

  “You. Everywhere. Please.” Court placed a hand on her ass and urged her to lay on top of her as her hips began to move in unison with Lana’s thrusts. She lifted her head to capture Lana’s lips, her tongue sliding sensually along Lana’s before sucking on her bottom lip. “Oh, God, you’re gonna make me come.”

  Lana didn’t change her pace at all, and Court buried her face in Lana’s neck as she felt herself tightening around her fingers. One last thrust and she cried out her pleasure, her hips bucking wildly, but Lana managed to keep up with her movements.

  “Jesus Christ,” she said when the feeling finally subsided. She looked up at Lana. “That was…wow.”

  “Wow, huh? Is that the best you can do?”

  “When my mind is blown? Yeah.” Court was pleased her response got a laugh out of Lana, but she was disappointed when Lana rolled off of her and got out of the bed. “You have to be somewhere?”

  “Not until eleven,” she responded on her way to the bathroom. “I have to help Joey with the lunch rush today.”

  “Are you a coffee drinker?” Court asked. She sat up but didn’t immediately get to her feet. She wasn’t entirely sure her legs would support her quite yet.