2. Prescription For Love

Abby slid her arms around Flann’s hips and caressed her ass, held her firmly against her mouth, and sucked.

Flann’s head banged back against the door. A hoarse cry wrenched from her throat, and her fingers convulsed on Abby’s neck. She came hard in Abby’s mouth, pumping once, twice, a third frantic thrust of her hips. Abby kept up the long easy strokes until Flann sagged with a tortured groan.

Abby rose quickly, cinched an arm around Flann’s waist, and kissed her. Not done yet. She wanted more. She cupped her, eased inside. “Again.”

Flann moaned and tightened around her. Abby stroked, slowly at first until she felt Flann tense and grip her harder. She kissed her, increasing her tempo and swallowing her moans. Flann grabbed her shoulders so tightly she’d probably leave marks. Abby didn’t care. She reveled in the feel of Flann coming apart in her arms. When Flann came again, Abby pressed her mouth to the wild pulse in Flann’s neck. Mine.

“Done,” Flann finally gasped. “I think you fucking killed me.”

Abby laughed, the triumphant sound of a warrior trumpeting her victory. “I certainly hope not. I’m not done with you.”

“I don’t ever want you to be done,” Flann said fervently.

Abby leaned back, cupped Flann’s face in both hands. “I never will be. I love you, Flann.”

“I need you Abby.” Flann kissed her. “I love you, if you’ll have me. I swear—”

“You’re already mine, Flann,” Abby whispered and kissed her back.

Flann caught her second wind midway through the kiss. Abby loved her. Abby wanted her. Abby was hers, as she was Abby’s. She slipped an arm behind Abby’s shoulders, the other under her knees, and picked her up.

“Flann! What—”

Laughing, Flann strode four paces to the bed and dumped Abby in the center. Abby shrieked and Flann straddled her hips, already unbuttoning the sexy shirt she was wearing.

Abby raised up so Flann could get it off and her underwear followed. Then the shorts and Abby was naked, spread out before her and so beautiful Flann forgot to breathe.

“You’ll forgive me,” Flann muttered, sliding between Abby’s legs, “if I don’t go slow the first time.”

Abby laughed, wild and reckless. “Who wants slow? Hurry.”

Flann’s mouth came to Abby’s breast at the same time as her hand slid between her legs. The fire that had been burning in Abby’s depths for days roared to life and she arched, pushing against Flann’s fingers. She grabbed her wrist, pushed her deeper. “I want you to make me come. Right now.”

Flann’s teeth closed on Abby’s nipple just hard enough to send a jolt burning through her clitoris. She arched her hips, rode Flann’s hand, and closed her eyes as everything inside her unraveled. She lost count of how many times she crested, lost awareness, lost everything except the sensation of Flann above her, inside her, owning her. At last she lay boneless with Flann stretched out on top of her. She had just enough energy to kiss her neck.

“That is unequivocally the best sex I’ve ever had,” Abby murmured in a voice she didn’t recognize.

Throaty and obscenely satisfied.

Flann chuckled against her throat. “Wait till the next time.”

Abby stroked her hair. “Will that be soon?” “I sincerely hope so.”

“You do realize it’s a package deal?” Abby wasn’t so far gone not to know she couldn’t be so exposed without being sure. For once in her life, she wanted to be selfish. She wanted it all.

Flann marshaled her strength and pushed herself up on her elbow. Her face was loose and relaxed and she looked years younger. And supremely satisfied. Such an arrogant, gorgeous woman. Abby’s heart clenched. Please.

“If you mean Blake, of course I know that. If you’d let me be part of his life, I would be honored.”

“You know you already are part of his life. And mine.” Abby caught her lip between her teeth and waited until her voice was steady. “I’m going to want the whole deal, you know. That means you and only you for me. And same for you. The three of us, together.”

Flann’s brows drew together. “That works for me, for now.”

Abby’s throat closed. “For now?”

Flann kissed her throat, the valley between her breasts, the place where her heart beat. “I know it’s asking a lot of you, but I was thinking we might work on a sister or brother for Blake.”

“I’m almost thirty-five years old.” Abby stroked Flann’s face. “So I suppose we should get started fairly soon.”

Flann grinned. “Let’s find a house and get Blake settled at school. Then you say when.” “We should probably tell Blake about us first. He’ll be so happy.”

“Then that makes three of us.”

Abby pulled Flann down beside her and curled up with her head on Flann’s shoulder. “I’m afraid he’ll want a farm.”

“Plenty of those around. Maybe we can compromise and get a reasonable-sized spread closer to town.” Flann stroked her arm, her talented surgeon’s fingers tracing light patterns on her skin that set

Abby ablaze again. “A barn, some pastureland, but not so big we can’t handle it ourselves.”

Abby nuzzled her neck. “I want to see the river. I love the sound of the water at night.”