Free Killer Queen: A Painted Faces Novel by L.H. Cosway Page B

she told
me, half haughty, half teasing. The other day I’d announced that she was my new
best friend, and she seemed to be clinging to the idea. I did want to be her
friend, but at the same time I was regretting providing her with such a safe
way to label our relationship. I kept on staring at her as she finished up my
nails, and then Sean dropped into the dressing room with some drinks for us.
Fred appeared relieved for the interruption and knocked back a long mouthful.
     “It's past nine, Viv,” she said then. “We'd better
get your makeup started if you don't want to be late, late for a very important
date.” There was a tremor in her voice that alerted me to the fact that she was
uncomfortable. Perhaps she really wasn’t interested in me sexually, and what
I’d just said had put her on edge.
     It was disappointing, but I chose not to let the
idea get me down. “All right, then, have your way with me.”
    “I thought you said you were going to take the lead,
and I'd just watch for my first night?”
     I had said that, and it was what I’d planned, but
all of a sudden I wanted her to do my makeup. If I couldn’t have her fully,
then I was at least going to enjoy being close to her. “Might as well throw you
in the deep end. Do your worst.”
     She swallowed nervously. “Okay, um, I'll start with
foundation.”
    She began to put the base on using a sponge, but I
stopped her when I said, “I find it better if you use your fingers instead of
the sponge. It gives a more natural finish.” This was true, but I also wanted
her to touch me. I was craving her touch the way I used to crave sex with
multiple strangers. There was something about Fred that soothed me, and I was
willing to take any little morsel of contact I could get.
    When she started to use her fingers, smoothing
foundation over my skin, I kept my gaze on her. Her eyes wandered to mine and
then away, never holding the connection for very long. She was skittish, and I
desperately wanted her to relax. Her pupils narrowed to pinpoints as she
concentrated, her face mere inches from mine. I could grab her right now and
kiss her, but I didn’t think she’d welcome it.
    She surprised me when, instead of continuing to
stand before me, she settled herself onto my lap. I inhaled sharply, since I
hadn’t been expecting it. I gave her a hot, questioning look, not breathing a
word for fear I’d say the wrong thing and scare her off again.
     “My neck was hurting, bending over,” she told me in
a quiet voice.
    “Mm-hmm.” I nodded and lowered my gaze to her chest.
She was at least a D-cup, perhaps bigger, and those full breasts were sitting
directly in my line of sight. The bra she was wearing was actually quite thin,
so I could see that her nipples had tightened beneath the fabric. Was it
turning her on to be this close to me? Perhaps all was not lost after all.
    My next move was both brazen and overstepping the
line, but I was impulsive, and sometimes I simply couldn’t help myself from
grabbing what I wanted. In that moment, that’s literally what I did. I
slid my arm around her waist, resting my hand at the base of her spine so I
could pull her closer. Then I brought my other hand to her breast and pinched
her nipple through the fabric while murmuring, “Thank God for thinly padded
bras.”
    My eyes locked with hers as she sat there, still as
a statue, her mouth open in shock. She shifted ever so slightly on my lap,
squeezed her thighs together again, and I knew that she had to be turned on
right now.
    “What are you doing?” she asked in a hushed voice.
    “Giving you a thrill,” I told her, my voice dropping
low. I was rock hard, and I knew she had to be able to feel it. Her arse was
pushing right into my crotch.
    She straightened a little, then said, “Very kind of
you, Viv. You can let go now.”
    I leaned into her. “Say please.”
    She worked her jaw. “Please.”
    Finally, I did let go, but I was grinning widely
because, despite what