Fun with Brady and Angelica (Kit Tolliver #10 (The Kit Tolliver Stories) Read Free

and go pick out drapes.”
    “You’re not my type,” she said. “So why should we waste each other’s time?”
    “I’ll bet you’ve never been with anybody like me. Am I right?” She didn’t answer, and the woman took that for assent. “You don’t know what you’re missing, sweetie.”
    “And I won’t find out,” she said, putting a little steel in her voice. “Not tonight, at any rate, so why don’t you go find someone who’s looking for what you’ve got on offer?”
    “Women,” Bobbie said, heavily, and sighed. And got up from her seat.

    “My turn,” Angelica said.
    Brady watched her go. His eyes clung to her bottom as she crossed the room, and he didn’t have to check to know that his were not the only eyes on her. She was beautiful, and they were gorgeous together, he and she, and they hunted as a team, spotting their prey, cutting her off from the herd, running her down together, and sharing in the feast.
    Always a delight. And sometimes it seemed to him that the best part of all was afterward, when it was just the two of them together, and no matter how much energy they’d already spent, they always seemed to have enough left for one final embrace.
    When she was standing beside the girl, he watched their body language. She was wary, the little darling, but not resistant as she’d been with the butch. Definitely interested, he decided, and his decision was confirmed when Angelica seated herself beside the girl and beckoned to the bartender.
    Often in their hunting it was he who made the first contact. “I’d like you to meet my wife,” he’d say. “I think the two of you would like each other.” And the woman’s face would fall, because she thought she’d been making a romantic connection and the man was already taken, and thought she and his wife would make good friends. But then she’d learn just what sort of friendship they had in mind, these two beautiful and charming people, and the next thing she knew—
    But it was different in a venue like Eve’s Rib. Then it was up to Angelica to make the move, and to decide what came next. If the woman was bisexual, as so many seemed to be these days, and imbued with at least a minimal sense of adventure, Angelica would beckon him forward, and they’d all three go off together. If, on the other hand, the woman was a genuine lesbian, Angelica would raise an index finger to send him a message. Then Brady would slip away, only to turn up later as a lovely surprise.
    This girl wouldn’t want a man. It would be up to him to make her change her mind. Or to have her anyway. Whether she wanted it or not.

    “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
    “My first time,” Missy said.
    And she supposed that was technically true. She’d been to a gay bar before, although she hadn’t gone home with anyone. And she’d been to this bar before, to scout it out from a safe distance, but tonight was the first time she’d crossed its threshold.
    More to the point, she’d never been with a woman, though lately she’d been thinking about it. It was nice being with a man, and she almost always enjoyed it one way or another, but she’d begun to think that being with a woman might be nice as well, and in a different way.
    With this woman, she thought, the possibilities were genuinely interesting.
    “I’m Angelica.”
    “That’s a beautiful name,” she said. Without thinking about it, she’d let her voice come out higher in pitch than usual, and soft and breathy. “Mine’s a long way from beautiful.”
    “Oh?”
    “It’s Missy.”
    “Why, that’s a sweet name!”
    “My parents named me Melissa, but all anyone’s ever called me is Missy. I guess it fits me.”
    Had she ever called herself Missy before? Not as far as she could remember, or Melissa, either. Names came and went, and she didn’t always remember the names she’d used, especially if the period of use was brief and uneventful.
    She’d picked Missy out of the air when she