Unfinished Business (Kit Tolliver #12) (The Kit Tolliver Stories) Read Free Page B

hearty red burgundy, according to the wine store guy in Salem, and I decided to take his word for it. This one’s a Pommard.”
    “Poh-mahr.”
    “Right.”
    “I don’t know, Kimmie. I’m not sure how comfortable I feel with a wine I can actually pronounce.”
    “There’s a D on the end, but it’s silent.”
    “Well, that’s something. I feel better already.”

    A cloth and candles on the table. Good food, good wine. As hungry as she was, all she wanted was to be in bed with Ree. But it was nice to postpone it for a little while. The anticipation was as savory as the meal, as tantalizing as the wine.
    Dare I say plangent?
    “Kimmie? You want to know a secret? I’m wearing the butt plug.”
    “Really?”
    “I’ve been wearing it all day. Sometimes I’ll do that. I like how it feels. The fullness, you know? And the idea that nobody knows. Of course there are times when I have to take it out.”
    “No kidding.”
    “And you gave it to me. That adds to it.”
    “I brought you another present.”
    “You did?”
    “Well, sort of. I picked it up this morning, before I went to the wine store.”
    “A sex toy?”
    “No, I don’t even know if they sell sex toys in Salem. Well, they must, but I didn’t really go looking for them. And this isn’t a thing. It’s more of a surprise. But it’s for you. Ree, you look completely lost.”
    “Well, what do you expect? You’re talking in riddles. Am I supposed to guess? Give me a hint.”
    “I went to Brazil for it.”
    “You went to Brazil? ”
    “In a manner of speaking. I got a Brazilian.” She got to her feet. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll show you.”

    Lying on her back, with Ree’s head on her shoulder. The bedroom in shadows, with a table lamp in the hallway the only source of light. Ree’s taste in her mouth, Ree’s scent and her own scent permeating the room.
    This was how it was supposed to be.
    “Yes, Kimmie. It’s exactly the way it’s supposed to be.”
    “Did I say it out loud? I thought I was just thinking it.”
    “Maybe that’s all you did and I picked the thought out of the air.”
    “Can you do that?”
    “I never could before, but everything’s different, so who knows what I can do?”
    “Isn’t that the truth? That bowling ball trick—”
    “A guy did that to me once. Just one finger, plus the thumb. I thought two fingers would be better.”
    “Definitely.”
    “Did it hurt?”
    “The two fingers? No, it felt nice.”
    “The Brazilian, silly. What did they use, hot wax?
    “Yeah, but it wasn’t so bad. And I thought it would be worth it. Do you like me without any pubic hair? It’s not unnatural, is it? Or just plain dopey?”
    “It’s beautiful.”
    “Or all little-girly? All pedophilia-creepy?”
    “Daddy’s little soldier.”
    “I swear I never even thought of that. Is it like that?”
    “Kimmie, I love it. There’s no hair, everything’s all sweet and smooth and silky, I can just kiss and lick everything. I’m a whole forest down there. You must have been disgusted.”
    “Yeah, right. I had to force myself to get anywhere near you.”
    “But wouldn’t you want me to get it done?”
    “For your sake, Ree. Everything’s more intense.”
    “Really? I don’t know if I can stand that. But I have to get it done. God, yours is so smooth, I can’t keep my hands off it. Give me a kiss. You know what’s remarkable? Your mouth tastes like a pussy.”
    “Here’s a coincidence—so does yours.”
    “Kimmie, this is all so easy! I had no idea.”
    “Me neither.”
    “I think there’s some more wine left. You want some?”
    “Not particularly.”
    “Some Poh-mahr. It was nice, but I had enough. The only thing I haven’t had enough of is you.”
    “Ah, baby. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

    And, a little later:
    “Kimmie? I guess we’re lesbians, huh?”
    “I suppose so.”
    “But we’re still us, right?”
    “Well, we don’t have to learn the secret handshake. Or deepen our