Someday I'll Find You Part 15

Rae laughed nervously, then hung on to the headboard for dear life. Once again, her body twitched as she felt Sarah's warm hand within, moving in and out, driving her wild.

She came with such intensity that she thought she might faint. Wave after wave consumed her as she reveled in Sarah's touch. She felt her kissing her breast, her neck, and finally, Sarah lay almost on top of her.

"Open your eyes," Sarah said in a coa.r.s.e voice. Rae opened her eyes and gazed into those gray eyes. Sarah smiled and kissed her tenderly. "Now once more," she whispered against her lips and plunged as deeply as she could.

Rae arched her back and let out a scream of pure ecstasy as her final o.r.g.a.s.m nearly knocked them off the bed. "Geezus!" she cried out as she pulled away from her.

Sarah wrapped her arms around Rae, who clung to her as she trembled uncontrollably. Sarah smiled and kissed her cheek, then nibbled at her neck.

"My G.o.d, woman. I've never..." Rae said amazed as she lifted Sarah's face to hers.

Sarah smiled again and playfully raised her eyebrows up and down. "Not bad for an old woman, eh?" she joked.

Rae laughed and rolled her eyes. "My G.o.d. Amazing. You're amazing. There's an awful lot of experience behind that touch." Rae sighed and pulled her close, her body still tingling.

She noticed Sarah stare off for an instant, her mind elsewhere. "What are you thinking?" Rae caressed her cheek.

"Nothing, nothing," Sarah lied, and Rae gently pushed her onto her back and loomed over her.

"No evasive tactics. Give," Rae said firmly.

"Look, I know I don't compare to the type of woman you attract. You go for the...young rookie. I'm the seasoned veteran. I have experience, true, but I know I show my age. I don't live with any illusions," she said. "c.r.a.ppy a.n.a.logy, I know."

Rae was completely stumped. Then it came to her. "You silly woman. I know I've spent my time with young women. I won't deny it. However, you are something altogether wonderfully different and much more appealing. You have great depth. And you are very, very attractive, believe me."

She then lowered herself and kissed Sarah with such pa.s.sion that Sarah was lost for a moment. Her senses were failing her as Rae continued. Finally, Rae pulled away, leaving Sarah completely breathless and wanting more. Rae smiled, seeing the wanting look in Sarah's eyes. She slowly unb.u.t.toned the remainder of her blouse, then dipped her head and kissed the top of her full breast. "Heavenly," she whispered against her skin.

The vibration sent a shock wave through Sarah, instantly hardening her already aching nipples. She squirmed for an instant and let out a small gasp.

Rae's kisses traveled up her neck, gently nibbling. Sarah s.h.i.+vered at the feel of Rae's lips on her neck. She instinctively put her head back to offer more. "My neck is very sensitive."

Rae smiled happily as she nibbled farther. "Any particular spot?"

Sarah sighed openly. "No, no. Any ole spot will do."

Rae chuckled and continued the sweet indulgence. She then reached over and cupped her full breast. She quickly unhooked the front of her bra, releasing a feast that took Rae's breath away. "You are beautiful," Rae said as she gazed at the offering before her.

Sarah was a bit self-conscious. No one ever called her body, any part of it, beautiful before. Instinctively, she tried to pull her blouse around her.

Rae frowned and pulled her hand away, holding it above her head. "Don't. Don't ever hide, not from me." She looked into her gray eyes.

"Kiss me quick," Sarah pleaded.

Rae obliged. She kissed her tenderly at first. Their pa.s.sion grew as Rae cupped her full breast and rubbed her aching nipple until Sarah plunged her tongue into Rae's mouth.

Rae now groaned wildly, amazed at how this woman could stir her pa.s.sion so quickly. She pulled away and lowered her head. Suddenly, she was ravenous. She kissed, licked, and suckled one breast, then the other, seemingly unable to get enough of Sarah's soft skin.

Sarah in turn was beside herself. No one ever paid this much attention to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s before. Her body was twitching and quivering at the same time with each pa.s.s of Rae's tongue. She let out a small cry of pleasure as Rae nipped and kissed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Sarah then felt Rae's strong hand glide over her torso. Masterfully and with great quickness, Rae had her slacks unzipped and in one movement had them off. She then discarded her blouse, and Sarah was now naked... And extremely vulnerable.

Rae felt this. She cupped Sarah's face and kissed her tenderly. "I'm not in very good shape. I..." Sarah gasped as she felt Rae's strong but gentle hand explore unfamiliar territory.

"Will you keep quiet, woman? I love your body. It's wonderfully soft and feminine. Absolutely amazing." Rae sighed as she once again feasted on Sarah's b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Her kisses traveled farther as Sarah put her hands over her face and chuckled nervously. It had been three long years since anyone had seen her naked. Of course, it would have to be someone who was in excellent shape. Instinctively, she once again tried to suck in her stomach. Oh, what the h.e.l.l, she thought.

Rae kissed her stomach as her hands explored her soft, full hips. "Heaven," she murmured again as her cool tongue playfully darted in and around Sarah's navel. Sarah arched her back, then looked down at her and smiled. She reached down and ran her fingers through Rae's hair, her fingers gently entwined.

Her breathing became erratic. Oh, G.o.d, she's not gonna do this, she thought. Then she felt Rae move farther down her body, urging Sarah's legs apart. G.o.d, she is gonna do this, she thought nervously.

"Rae, It's...it's been quite a while for me," she whispered with a touch of terror.

Rae looked up and grinned. "Then the time has come, sweetheart. I think you've waited long enough, and I can't wait any longer. I need to taste you."

Sarah then let out a small cry as Rae lowered her head and kissed her inner thigh. She heard Rae murmuring her name against her thigh, once again sending shock waves through her. Sarah still had a hold of her hair; now she was pulling her closer. Her legs parted as far as she could. Stupidly, she was feeling like a wishbone on Thanksgiving.

Rae was still murmuring as Sarah felt her warm fingers pus.h.i.+ng back the defensive folds. Once exposed, she heard Rae sigh as she leaned in for a tender kiss. Her tongue skillfully gliding back and forth brought Sarah's heart rate off the charts.

"Rae!" Sarah cried out as she felt Rae's cool tongue exploring parts of her that no one had for quite some time. She almost forgot how wonderful this feeling was. She didn't want it to stop. She told Rae, in so many words.

Sarah was shocked at her own l.u.s.tful behavior. For some ridiculous reason, she thought of Betty and what she would say. She quickly dismissed that. Concentrating on Rae's experienced lovemaking, Sarah found herself writhing on the bed, begging Rae not to stop while holding her head firmly in place.

No woman had ever loved her like this for this long. Her breathing was nonexistent as she looked down at Rae. "Are you...okay?" she asked stupidly as she arched her back. Rae paid no attention. Sarah cursed herself for such a ridiculous question.

Sarah felt her body tense. She knew she was near her peak. Rae knew this, as well, and plunged her tongue deeply, making one or two pa.s.ses, and that was all she wrote. Sarah screamed as if someone was being murdered. Calling out Rae's name over and over again, evoking every saint from the heavens, Sarah broke in an unbelievable cras.h.i.+ng o.r.g.a.s.m. She felt as though she was having some kind of seizure as her body bucked and writhed.

Rae was holding on to her for dear life, still loving her, not wanting it to end. Never had she wanted to please someone so. Never had she felt so much pa.s.sion for another woman.

Finally, Sarah's legs clamped shut, nearly suffocating Rae, who was forced to stop or die. Sarah was almost whimpering as her body slowly stopped trembling.

If she said, "Oh, my G.o.d," one more time... Rae quickly moved over her, still lying between her legs and resting on her elbows, both bodies sensually glistening as Rae kissed her trembling lips. Sarah tasted her own arousal as Rae smoothed her damp hair off her forehead.

Sarah opened her eyes and gave her an incredulous look. Rae smiled happily. "h.e.l.lo," she said, and Sarah laughed and put her arms around her back, her nails gently sc.r.a.ping up and down. Rae closed her eyes and arched her back slightly, boring her hips into Sarah's.

"G.o.d, woman, you have the softest hands..." Rae's voice was a bit ragged.

Sarah once again s.h.i.+vered at the confident, erotic sound of her voice. They gazed into each other's eyes, saying nothing. Rae kissed her once again, her tongue parting her lips, slowly exploring. Sarah couldn't believe she was getting aroused all over again. She didn't know she had this much pa.s.sion in her. She sensually rubbed her legs up and down Rae's hard, lean b.u.t.tocks, drawing out deep moans from Rae as she continued kissing her.

Both were exhausted, but neither wanted to stop. Rae sighed and pulled back, breathless. "I could get lost in your kisses," she whispered, and Sarah nodded.

"As could I. So, get lost, will you?" she said with a wicked smile.

"What a woman," Rae exclaimed happily and kissed her deeply.

For the rest of the morning, they explored each other in ways that neither of them thought possible. Sarah mentioned, albeit breathlessly, that at one point she felt akin to Lewis and Clark but without the canoes and the Indians. Rae laughed uproariously and thanked the G.o.ds above for this woman.

They loved and laughed and woke up everyone in the neighborhood.

Chapter 18.

There was still the matter of Amy Davis's death, Rae thought sadly as she showered. Sarah had gone home, only to change, and Rae grinned like a schoolgirl thinking about her. Then she shook her head and got back to Amy.

Someone killed her, she knew it. There were just too many coincidences. Her apartment ransacked, someone rattling Rae's brains. Even Lieutenant McGrath thought there was something.

As she dressed, she thought of Pam. Something was up with that one. She was just a bit too possessive for Rae's liking. The past few times she'd seen her and Jane, Jane seemed on edge. Maybe it was this whole mess, and maybe it was a little more.

She sat at her dining room table and tried to sort out some of the other mess she had going with ComTele. She rummaged through the employee files, trying to concentrate. However, the recollection of the morning's activities happily invaded her senses. She chuckled out loud and tossed down her pen. "I can't concentrate. That chick has me all turned around."

Then she saw it. She c.o.c.ked her head and pulled out the file from the bottom of the pile. "No way," she said in amazement.

Michael M. Porter, the file name read. Rae blinked a couple of times. In the distance, she heard her doorbell ring. She went quickly to the door and opened it. It was Sarah, smiling.

"Good afternoon. Didn't I just see you this morning?" she exclaimed happily, then frowned as Rae stood there, looking at the file.

"Hi, Professor," she said absently and walked away.

"Hi, Professor? Is that all I get?" She followed Rae into the dining room.

Rae turned to her and smiled. "Hey. When did you get here?" she asked jokingly, and Sarah glared at her. "Now that's the look I'm getting to know. What have I done?"

Sarah stood there with her hands on her hips. Rae looked nervously around the room, wondering what happened.

"Hi, Professor?" Sarah repeated.

Rae turned five shades of red and smiled sheepishly. "I, well, I found something here and...I'm sorry. You'll have to know sooner or later. In the navy, when I'd get in a groove, I'd get preoccupied. I'm sorry." She winced apologetically.

Sarah softened and pulled her tall frame down to her, kissing her deeply. "I forgive you. Now what did you find?"

Rae smiled and returned her kiss. "I don't know yet. Sit." She pulled out a dining room chair. Sarah took off her coat, and Rae sniffed the air.

"Geezus, what are you wearing? This will never do. It's much too distracting," she said seriously.

"Good," Sarah said, happy with herself, and settled in. "Oh, I brought lunch and...dinner. Just in case we don't get out of the house," she said with a wicked grin.

Rae laughed and picked up the grocery bags and took them into the kitchen. "Take a look at the top file," Rae called from the kitchen as she put away the groceries. She noticed the bread and lunch meat and decided she was ravenous.

Sarah looked at the pile and picked up the file in question. She read the name, and her eyes widened. "Mike Porter?"

"Yep. Read it out loud, will you?" Rae called as she prepared two sandwiches.

Sarah leafed through it, put on her gla.s.ses, and started. "Well, he works in the IT Department. A computer geek, I suppose. Been there for three years, part time mostly. He's from Hayward, Wisconsin. I've been there. It's beautiful, especially in the fall. The fis.h.i.+ng up there is great, if you fish. Do you fish? Hey. I don't know much about you, you know," she called out as she leafed through the file. "Did you hear what I sa-?" She looked up to see Rae standing there with two plates, sporting a smug look.

Sarah laughed and took off her gla.s.ses. "Well, I don't."

Rae sighed. "I can see I'll have my hands full with you."

"If we're lucky," Sarah agreed emphatically.

"C'mon now, quit clowning. Give me that file and eat your lunch," she scolded, and Sarah grunted as she munched on her pickle.

Rae leafed through the file as Sarah stole a glance every now and then. Rae was very serious, and Sarah noticed how caught up she was in this. This must have been what she was like in the navy, and she could see how Rae would feel responsible, how she would take it all on her shoulders. As strong and s.e.xy as they were, her shoulders could not bear all of it, all the time.

This is why she doesn't sleep, Sarah surmised. Twelve years of hiding, not allowing someone to love or be loved. Well, all of that would soon change for her, if she let it. Sarah smiled inwardly, knowing she had the inside track.

"Got me all figured out yet?" Rae asked absently as she concentrated on the file.

Sarah narrowed her eyes and tossed an olive at her. Rae looked up and plucked it out of the air in one swift movement and popped it in her mouth. Sarah gaped at her quick response. "Don't be so smug, Commander," she said, then c.o.c.ked her head. "I like calling you that. Do you mind? I know you chastised Delia severely when she did it. But would you mind if I called you Commander? Only from time to time, of course," she rambled.

Rae looked to the heavens for help. Then she looked over at that wonderful smiling face with those gray sparkling eyes, waiting for an answer. Rae, feeling like a love-struck moron, sighed openly. "No, I don't mind at all," she said seriously, loving the way it sounded. Never did she think she would hear that again and actually enjoy it. Only from Sarah. So many things she was discovering she liked, only from Sarah.

They stared at each other for a moment. Rae blinked and cleared her throat, concentrating on the file. Sarah grinned wildly and took a healthy bite of her sandwich.

"So Mike Porter works for ComTele." Rae rubbed the back of her neck.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence," Sarah suggested logically.

"Maybe. Amy Davis was murdered, I'm sure of it. Mike Porter, Molly Eastman, and that redhead have something to do with it. I can feel it. Perhaps ComTele has something to do with this, as well." She picked up the phone.

Sarah watched as she talked to Delia.

"Check him for priors or whatever you cops do." She gave her his Social Security number. "Anything on the car yet?"

Rae cut her off, putting her on speakerphone. "Go ahead, Delia."

"The car is owned by one Jerry Truman of Oak Park. Twenty-four, and he has a prior record. Seems he comes from money, been kicked out of two Ivy League schools. Confidence games. He liked blackmail. Three arrests, no convictions. Mommy and Daddy paid through the nose."

"And he lives where?" Rae picked up a pencil. She heard nothing on the other end. "Delia, he lives where?"

Sarah was struck by the firm resolve in Rae's voice. This woman was used to having what she wanted. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, which Rae noticed.

"He lives in Rogers Park. 1445 Granville. That's in..."

"I know, St. Gertie's parish," Rae said fondly. Sarah was astonished when she heard the name of the church. She grew up in St. Gertrude's parish on the north side of Chicago.

"I know I can't tell you what to do, but remember, you're not the law anymore. Please be careful. If you're gonna do something stupid, I can't know about it. I am the law," Delia said and stopped.

Rae and Sarah stared at the phone, then at each other.

"I can't believe I just said that," Delia said sadly. "Be careful and call me." She disconnected the line.

"She's the law, you know," Sarah reminded her, and Rae chuckled. "So how do you know St. Gertrude's?" she asked curiously.

Rae shot a look at her and turned in her seat to face her. "I grew up in that parish."