List Price: $16.95
6" x 9" (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Black & White on Cream paper
264 pages
Black & White on Cream paper
264 pages
ISBN-13: 978-1438295435
ISBN-10: 143829543X
BISAC: Fiction / Lesbian
ISBN-10: 143829543X
BISAC: Fiction / Lesbian
Gaia's Guardian is the sequel to Artemisian Artist. These are contemporary stories dedicated to the spiritual energy these Goddesses can bring to our lives. In this second book, Gerry takes up the narration. Six months into their relationship, two women begin to realize how little they know about each other. They begin the task of finding and establishing common ground. When an assassin's bullet shatters their world, Liz and Gerry find themselves drawn together in an even deeper way. As they try to put their lives back together, they receive other life-changing news. Liz's mother, who has been missing for more than a decade, has been found.
Chapter One
Feeling Frisky
Feeling Frisky
“She loves me; she loves me not. She loves me; she loves not. She loves me.”
“All right, you, freeze! Drop the flower, put your hands above your head, and lean against the wall. You’re under arrest!”
“What the hell did I do now?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you, Miss?”
“I have the right to know why I’m under arrest.”
“True enough.” I walked up behind the beautiful blonde. The suspect looked to be in her late twenties. She had a nice complexion and was gently curvaceous. Not what you would call thin, for which I was thankful. I was never one for being attracted to stick people. It’s one thing to hang clothes on skinny models to see how well they drape. It’s quite another thing entirely to wrap your arms around your lover only to discover that you can scratch your own back at the same time.
She looked to be mostly harmless, but I knew from past encounters that she could be one dangerous woman. Corner her in a dark room and you just never knew what tricks she might resort to. Hell, corner her in a bright room and you still couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t pull a fast one. I knew firsthand how easy it was to be overpowered by this babe in blue jeans.
As I began frisking the suspect, I very carefully investigated her breast region. She didn’t seem to be packing a gun, and she definitely didn’t need to pad her bra. Always one to be thorough, I reached my hands under her top and slid her shirt over her head. With one quick, and in my opinion, deft movement, I unhitched her bra and released two prisoners from their incarceration. They seemed relieved to have been set free. They rewarded my rescue by rising to greet my fingertips.
A deep groan sounded from somewhere nearby. I realized quickly that the source of this disturbance was my own throat. “My god, Liz, you are so sexy!”
The blonde chuckled. “Aren’t you slipping out of character just a wee bit there, Officer?”
I cleared my throat and returned my focus to my task at hand, or in hand, if you will. The suspect appeared to submit willingly to my investigation of her irresistible body. I tapped the inside of her right thigh. “Spread ‘em.”
“Why certainly, officer. You know I’m always willing to cooperate with law officers.”
I choked out, “I certainly hope not!”
The suspect laughed again. I retaliated by unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. I ran my hands along the insides of her thighs, hoping to find nothing except a great deal of excitement. I knew from my frequent interrogations of this woman that she was capable of great deception, if it served her purpose. I reached a hand inside her underwear and was satisfied to find the suspect responding in a satisfactory manner to my search. Convinced that she was going to cooperate with me, I relaxed my hold on her left breast.
Before I knew what hit me, the suspect had spun around in my arms and grabbed me forcefully by the lapels. “Is that all the better you can do, Officer? Didn’t they teach you how to search a suspect thoroughly? I can think of several places I may have hidden weapons.”
I smirked at the suspect. “Yeah, like where?”
She bent my head down towards hers and began examining the insides of my mouth with her tongue. Then she turned my head to the side and tickled my ears with that same provocative apparatus. Just before I slipped into unconsciousness, I managed to say, “Enough! This is my investigation and I’ll handle you the way I want to handle you. Do you understand that, Miss?”
The suspect nodded solemnly at me, trying desperately to hide the smile that threatened to escape her control.
I turned the suspect back around and placed one of my big firm thighs between her outspread legs. I started to pull her jeans down over her hips before I realized that I’d never get them off while her legs were spread out like that. I eased her hips back towards me so the suspect was bent nearly in half. I got on all fours and crawled beneath the bridge of her thighs. I positioned my mouth directly beneath the dangling breasts and proceeded to massage said breasts with my tongue.
A moan escaped the suspect’s lips. I speeded up the pace of the investigation by bringing myself carefully to a standing position, lifting the suspect into my arms, and carrying her over to the faux bear rug on the floor. I laid her down gently and pulled her jeans from her body. Her panties followed suit, and the examination was soon in full swing. The suspect’s hips swayed beneath my prying fingers. After several minutes of intense probing, the suspect surrendered with a shudder then started to laugh.
“What is so funny?”
“You!”
“Me?”
“Yes, you don’t see any other ‘yous’ around, do you?”
I scanned the perimeter quickly. “Nope. Nobody here except you and me. What’s so damned funny about me?”
“You have no self-control whatsoever.”
“Oh, I don’t, huh?”
“No, you don’t.”
“Would you care to offer some evidence in support of that accusation, Miss?”
The suspect beneath me chuckled again. “Okay, so for instance, that took you all of ten minutes maybe?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Well, it could have taken a half hour easily. You could have really played around with me. But you get overwhelmed by your own passion, and you can’t slow the pace down again.”
“Ahem. I see. It wasn’t satisfactory then, I take it?”
“Oh, god, no! It was more than satisfactory. It was great. I was just expecting you to draw it out longer. Torture me, but in a nice and sexy sort of way. You know, make me really want it.”
“I see. I’ll have to work on that.”
“No, we’ll have to work on that. Now it’s my turn. Give me your uniform and badge.”
“You can’t wear my uniform, it’s against—”
“Hey now, I don’t care about regulations. We’re in our own private dwelling. Now hand it over, sweet cheeks.”
“God, I love it when you talk like that, Liz.”
“That’s Officer Higgins to you, Miss. Now strip!”
I dutifully followed orders, removing my police uniform. I suddenly wondered if my partner, Ned, ever let his girlfriend wear his uniform. I laughed out loud at the thought of muscle bound Ned lying on the bed naked with a beautiful, brown buxom babe leaning over him with his handcuffs.
“What are you laughing at? Do I look that funny in your clothes?”
“No, I was just picturing Ned doing something like this. It just struck me as hilarious all the sudden.”
Liz wagged a finger in my direction. “Nope. No more distractions. I want to see some womanly flesh.”
I smiled at the intimidating form above me. “And you think I don’t have any self-control when it comes to making love to you.”
Liz leered at me from her position above me. I was lying submissively on the bearless rug while she stood over me with my uniform bagging around all the soft contours of her body. “You’re about to find out how much self-control I have and how little of it you have.”
I gulped. Liz was doing a really good job of impersonating an intimidating officer of the law. I wondered what on earth was going through that creative artist’s mind of hers. Just as I was about to find out, the phone rang. I groaned and reached for the phone, but Liz stopped me. “You have an answering machine. You can screen this call while I teach you a little something about self-control.”
I lay back down on the rug and fought with the desire to jump up and answer the phone. Liz stood over me, no doubt to help me curb the yearning to find out who was on the line. As the machine whirred through its mechanical song and dance, I looked up and noticed with delight that Liz had unbuttoned her shirt, or my shirt rather, and her breasts were half bared. I reached up to pull her down, but she smiled seductively and gently pushed my hand away.
Just then Ned’s deep voice came on the answering machine. “Yo, Gerry! I sure hope you’re home and not running around somewhere because you need to call dispatch and get the latest scoop. There’s some important shit going down this coming week. Everyone’s getting called in to pull overtime. Better get on it tonight, or you’ll get the shittiest shifts out there. You know what that means. Later!”
I sat up and reached for the phone. Liz started to stop me then stepped back when I shook my head. She knew better than to get between my job and me. Sex or no sex, I’d have to call in first, and then see if life was going to allow me to have my lesson in self-control that night or if it would have to wait until some other time.
First I called Ned’s cell phone and found out from him that the Vice President of the United States was going to be in town next week and that we had to provide extra security for the places he would be visiting. Then I called dispatch to find out what shifts were still open and which had been filled already. When I hung up the phone, I turned to find Liz sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, flipping through a magazine. It was August, so there was no need for a fire, but I considered it one of the nicer features in the house. I wasn’t sure why anyone had ever thought to build such a beautiful fireplace in a Florida home, but I figured fake fire logs in the summertime were better than none. I occasionally used the real thing in the dead of winter, which lasts roughly two weeks in Lakeland. The rest of the year it’s pretty much summer or, well, summer.
I took a trip to New England one time and had to laugh at a tour guide in Maine. He explained how there were essentially only two seasons in Maine—winter and the 4th of July. I countered mentally that in Florida there is summer and Valentine’s Day. Usually in the middle of February it gets colder than a witch’s titty. Other than that, hot is pretty much the forecast for most days. Unless, of course, you have a tropical storm or hurricane hanging off the coast. Then it’s merely very warm, rainy, and muggier than hell.
The hurricane season hadn’t produced so much as a tropical depression yet, so we were sweltering under the summer sun every day until the afternoon rains came and cooled things down to a mere 95 degrees. It’s amazing to realize that 95 feels damned cool after it’s been 100 or more for several days. God help Floridians if it gets down to the low 70s. They’re reaching for their jackets.
Being originally from North Carolina, I was still getting used to walking out of air-conditioned buildings and having my sunglasses fog up instantly. Everyone thinks Florida is such a great place to live, and for a couple months out of the year, that’s true. Other than the penetratingly blue skies and sunshine in January and February, I had failed to see the charm in the Sunshine State, and I’d been here five years. But that’s just me. There are lots of people who love this place. So I’ve heard anyway. Funny thing is, I never hear anyone say that this time of the year.
As I looked out my patio window, I could read my outdoor thermometer. It was ten o’clock at night and still ninety degrees out there. Someone had forgotten to tell the people in charge of the temperature that the sun had gone down. It’s just wrong for it to be 90 degrees at night. Thank goodness for air conditioning is all I can say. With all the natural insulation attached to my body, I don’t need any more heat than what I generate on my own.
With these thoughts in my head, I wandered over to my cute girlfriend who was still lounging on the couch. I sat down next to her. “Whatcha looking at?”
“Magazine.”
“Yes, I see that. Are you pissed about something?”
Liz lowered the magazine and looked at me. “More like really disappointed.”
“Because of the phone calls?”
Liz shook her head. “No, Gerry, the phone calls themselves don’t bother me. What bothers me is that your head is somewhere else now.”
“Oh. Sorry about that. Maybe we can start over.”
Liz shook her head again. “That’s all right. I just love making love to you, sweetie, and now your mind is at work suddenly. It was like having a gift all wrapped up and waiting for me to open it, only to have someone break in and steal it from me.”
I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her. “Oh, Liz, I’m really sorry. Maybe we could go to bed and cuddle at least.”
She leaned into my embrace for a few minutes. Finally she sighed. “I’m afraid I need to get to work before it gets any later.”
It was my turn to sigh then, but I knew that she needed to get to work. I watched her go off to her studio while I headed for the bedroom. We’d managed to reach a reasonable compromise with our work schedules in the six months we’d been living together. As an artist, Liz had been accustomed to staying up late and working into the wee hours of the morning on her artwork. While that’s okay sometimes, other times it clashed with my work schedule, which changes frequently. Fortunately, I’m a sound sleeper, so if she does stay up late working, she can come to bed when she’s ready and be relatively sure that she won’t disturb me. While I miss being able to fall asleep with her in my arms, I had spent many years living alone before I met her. So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I treasured the nights we do get to fall asleep together and read myself to sleep the other nights. It seems like a good way to work out the changes in our lives. I was happy with it and Liz seemed to be too.
After I’d gotten ready for bed, I poked my head into the door of Liz’s studio, blew her a kiss, and padded off to the bedroom again. I tried to read for a little while, but was too sleepy. It wasn’t long before I’d settled in for a long summer’s nap. Around three in the morning, I woke up to find Liz, lying next to me, her longish blonde hair splayed across the pillow. I was glad I’d talked her into letting it grow out more. It had been shoulder-length, more or less, all her life. But she had stopped getting it cut when I made a comment about loving long hair on women. She was absolutely stunning, lying there next to me. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “G’night, lover girl.”
Her eyes opened slightly. She reached her arms around me and pulled me into a more serious embrace. “I hope I didn’t wake you when I came to bed.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Fifteen or twenty minutes ago maybe.”
“Oh, well, I just now woke up, so I don’t think so. Have I told you lately how incredibly beautiful you are, Liz?”
She shook her head slightly.
“Well, you are absolutely stunning, my love.”
“Obviously you are still asleep and dreaming.”
When I tried to tickle her for that, her lips pressed softly against mine and caused me to get a little distracted from the task of tickling. She rolled me over then got on top of me and pulled my shirt over my face. “Hey, you,” I mumbled. “It’s dark in here.”
“Yep,” she said just before I felt her warm mouth wrap around my right nipple.
We didn’t say much more the rest of the night. While she didn’t school me in the art of self-control that night, she did take me to new heights before the Sandman took us hostage, dragging us off to dreamland.
If you'd like to read more, you can find my titles online worldwide at many booksellers. You can also order titles from my online bookstore, Bookshop Without Borders using the links along the right side of this page. However, it's best if you drop me an email at bookshopwithoutborders@gmail.com or message me on Facebook. I can still invoice you via PayPal, but I can often offer you a better deal on shipping if you're buying multiple titles. You can still use credit cards, e-checks, or your PayPal account to pay. You can even let me know if you'd like to mail a check or money order. I'll be watching for it and will send your order as soon as I receive payment. You don't have to go high tech to get a book from me.
Here are the links to a few major online booksellers who carry my books, as well as one to my favorite Indie bookstores (at the bottom):
Buy at Amazon
Amazon Kindle
(An Indie in Asheville, NC)
No comments:
Post a Comment