Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

would I do that? He’s sick. Like puking, and has a fever. He

threw up in the middle of my last class. Just got up and

grabbed the garbage can and tossed his cookies in front of

everyone. I had nothing to do with that. He’s got some

stomach bug. I had to drive us part of the way home. He’s not

going to be able to come with me tomorrow or Friday, and I’m

not missing class. If you won’t let me go alone, then lend me

Jenny or Jean or something, although I sure as shit don’t need

a babysitter.”

It was just a fraction of a second, but Claire moved. She

closed the distance between them so fast that Haley was

stunned. The woman moved with lethal grace and elegance,

and she was fast as a fucking jungle cat, ready to pounce and

tear out Haley’s jugular. She swallowed thickly and her hand

shot up to protect her neck just in case.

Claire grinned like she could read all her thoughts. The grin

was obviously fake. Had anything that ever showed on

Claire’s face been real? She was so hard to read, and she

seemed to have the fronting down to an art.

Haley didn’t move when Claire extended one elegant finger

with black nail polish on the tip, and ran it down her cheek, all

the way to her chin. Haley gasped when that same finger

traveled along her own fingers, then pulled away. Had Claire

really just stroked her? Caressed her? Touched her?

She was shaking now, but it wasn’t from fear. God no, it

wasn’t fear at all. The pounding at her neck beneath her

fingers was echoed a thousand times stronger, darker, hotter

between her legs. She was so wet that when she dragged in a

breath she could smell the sharp tang of herself in the air

between them.