River of Love

Chapter 11

Chapter 11The hour long drive to Mexico was somewhat quiet, except for the low sounds of the music on the radio. Avery was assessing in her mind all that had taken place over the past two days. She loved the feelings that just Dakoda’s presence alone had on her. She definitely wanted to continue getting closer to this exhilarating woman. I wonder what Sandy is going to say about this. Would she disapprove? Why am I even thinking like that? Sandy and I are as close as sisters. She wouldn’t care. She’s always wanted me to be happy with the right person.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Dakoda’s voice gently came in, bringing Avery out of her reverie.

“Huh? I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”

“I gathered that much.” Dakoda stated with a hint of sarcasm.

Avery rolled her eyes with a smile. “I was thinking that I had a great time this weekend, and I’m really glad you came over and handed me that Midori Sour.”

Dakoda grinned joyfully. “I’m really glad you took me up on the offer.”

Avery suddenly noticed the driveway to the house. “Turn left here.”

The dark woman quickly pulled in and made the trek up the gravel drive. She parked just behind the navy blue pickup truck. Both of them looked at the time on the car stereo.

“Wow, it’s really late. I would hate for you to have to drive another hour back.”

“I’ll be okay.” Dakoda said.

“No, it’s not fair to you. You’re welcome to stay the night. I know you must be tired. I can see it in your eyes. Please stay so you can get some sleep. It’ll make me feel better.” Avery softly pleaded.

The bartender finally conceded, and as they entered through the doorway, they quietly tiptoed their way down the hall, and up to Avery’s room.

“We’ll share the bed. It’s plenty big for the both of us. I’ll get a T-shirt and some cotton shorts for you to wear.”

“Never mind the shorts. They probably won’t fit me. I’ll be fine in my boxers and the T-shirt.” Dakoda whispered in response.

They climbed into the bed facing each other. Blue and green eyes silently watched the other.

Avery knew that she wanted to kiss the luscious lips before her. She wanted, almost needed to have some kind of contact with Dakoda. Almost as if her thoughts were spoken aloud, she saw the dark woman slowly inch her way closer. Her lips were softly captured. Tongues tenderly caressed their mate.

When the kiss came to an end, Dakoda whispered, “Good night Avery.”

The young blonde cuddled up to her companion with her head on a strong shoulder. “Good night,” she responded with contentment.