Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,36

step reminds me of last night. Shit, he did say he wanted me to feel him into next week. I wonder if that’s how long it’ll take for my nipples to go down. Smiling, I graze the bud. Tender and sore, it still sends pulses to my clit.

The shower steams the room as the hot air escapes the stall. Stepping in, the rhythm feels fabulous, pelting me with soft sprays of warm water, soothing my sore muscles. Grabbing my body wash, I squeeze some into my hand, gliding it lightly over my sensitive skin. No ‘me’ time necessary today, I giggle.

A voice echoes off the bathroom tiles. “What are you laughing about now? Damn, do you just stand in here and laugh to yourself every morning like the village idiot?”

Is she in here again?

“Why are you always in here?” I ask with an indignant tone.

“I don’t know. Hoping for another flash, maybe?” She giggles.

“Where did you end up staying last night?”

“Lily’s,” she says nonchalantly.

“Sally! Why the fuck did you do that?” Lying one hand on the tile of the shower stall, I shake my head.

“She’s harmless...it was fun.”

“Eww, so you have slept with her? I knew something was going on. You obviously didn’t notice the daggers she shot you all night when you looked at anyone twice.”

“Oh, I saw it.” She chuckles.

Grabbing my towel from the hook outside the door, I wrap it loosely around me, tensing from the contact with my nipples and step out. “You shouldn’t play with that girl. She’s about two minutes away from turning into a complete psycho.” I readjust my towel and say, “Even if she doesn’t go all postal on your ass, you shouldn’t play with her like that. It’s obvious she cares about you.”

She snorts, “Oh honey, Lily acts tough but she’s nothing more than a timid mouse. We have no future. I don’t exactly fit into Lily’s life plan. Trust me. That girl is so far in the closet; her true feelings never see the light of day.” She shoos me with her hand, turning to apply more lipstick. “To this day, she always acts like I force myself on her...a total helpless victim of the big blonde lesbo.”

“Really?” I ask with a disgusted look.

“Oh yeah.” Sally sarcastically tosses her hands in the air in feign distress. “It’s like ‘Oh, oh, oh…help me, help me….Stay away evil temptress’ The things I make her do…I’m dragging her straight to hell… slut, whore, jezebel…blah, blah, blah,” she says with sarcasm dripping from her voice. “The minute we’re alone she’s all over me, possessive, needy…and, that girl is very needy,” she says with a snide grin. “But, you should see her around her family. Her Dad’s one of those big evangelical Christian ministers. Like the ones on TV. His name is Billy Bob McAllister.”

“Who?”

“I know you know who I mean. He’s that famous preacher who stomps up and down the pulpit, preaching about how everyone’s going to burn in hell on TV. Well, that describes pretty much all of them. That guy who always wears the white suit.”

“That guy’s her dad?” I say shocked. Billy Bob McAlister was reported to be close friends with Pat Roberts and a frequent guest on The 700 Show. I think I read once he was a pastor to some famous actors and politicians.

“Yeah. You should see her around her dad. She’s cowers around him. I think that’s why she acts like such a flaming, judgmental bitch to everyone else. She’s totally chastised for merely uttering a thought that isn’t in line with their fundamentalist beliefs. God, they’d blow a gasket if she came out to them…probably send her to one of those de-programming camps.”

“Are you serious?” My brow furrows. “That’s fucked up.”

“I know!” She rolls her eyes. “How on earth any rational human being thinks anyone chooses to be gay, I will never know. Oh, yeah, I want to be ridiculed and ostracized for who I am.” She raises her arm as if she is being picked for a sports team. “Pick me. Pick me.” She sneers. “I can’t be around that. My family may wish I were different, turning a blind eye, but I am who I am. Fuck that shit. I’m not interested in being in the closet ever again.”

“’Fuck’ sounds weird coming out of your mouth.” I smirk.

Stepping closer, her finger slides through a bead of water still perching in the hollow of my collarbone saying, “You should hear me come.” Her dark eyes blaze