Sam elbow-bumped Rowan and whispered, “Let’s take care of our girl, yeah?”
Rowan nodded her head and used her thumb to swipe a tear from the inner corner of her eye before it could fall.
Sam leaned over to kiss the top of Juniper’s head. “I’m gonna see if anyone needs me to sit in on the drum for a song or two.”
He stood up and walked towards the drum arbor.
Rowan stroked the flyaway hairs that had escaped Juniper’s large, messy bun. “What do you think about that bonfire idea?”
“I think that sounds fun. What about in a couple weekends before we head to New York?”
Rowan shifted to lightly scratching Juniper’s back as she watched a new round of dancers fill in the dancing circle in front of them. “Yeah. I like that idea.”
As Rowan watched the young women dancers with brightly-colored and intricately-designed shawls flit aroundthe circle, she felt Juniper’s breathing grow steadier.
“You asleep?” She asked quietly.
When she didn’t hear a response, she settled into watching the final moments of the powwow alone. Then it dawned on her. When she was home, she was never truly alone.
Chapter 20
Juniper whipped her still-wet hair over her other shoulder as she climbed across Rowan’s hips to straddle her. After a long hot joint shower they decided to forgo the formality of clothes, their removal inevitable, and instead had fallen, literally, into bed. It was late, Juniper was tired, she was sore; but all she could think about was how badly she wanted to be sore for a different reason.
She licked the edge of her lips. “You did a good job today, Birdsong.”
Juniper ate up the way Rowan’s mouth dropped open and her eyes bore into hers.
“I told you I was easily trainable.”
“You take directionsowell.”
If Juniper weren’t already dripping wet for her, she would be. She was already slipping against Rowan’s lower stomach as she moved just slightly back and forth.
Rowan’s slightly open mouth closed and lasciviously curled up on one side. She narrowed her eyes at Juniper. “What was Wren talking about when she said Amber and Alyssa would be so mad?”
Juniper narrowed her eyes back. “She told me Amber and Alyssa want to fuck you.”
“Together?”
Juniper glared at her and drew her body straight up and down. “Not the point! You’re not going to make me jealous.”
Oh, but Juniper knew her jealous streak was longer than the river that cut through their Rez. So did Rowan.
Rowan’s blunt nails streaked a path up the inside of Juniper’s thighs until they reached her hips. “But I bet the way you fuck when you’re jealous is so hot.”
“I wouldmaybeconsider a threesome, but not with either of them.”
“What if it was with both of them?”
Juniper slid her fingers around Rowan’s neck and pressed her fingertips into the sides. “What if I made you watch instead?”
Juniper felt Rowan’s pulse throb in her neck as Rowan closed her eyes. Rowan seeped her fingers bruisingly into the soft thickness of Juniper’s hips. She opened her eyes again. “Fuck, there she is.”
Juniper released the pressure from her fingers but kept their position around Rowan’s neck to let her know who was in control. “Are you provoking me into topping you, Birdsong?”
“Maybe. Is it working?”
Juniper leaned down close enough to kiss her. “All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.” Juniper’s wanton smile ghosted across Rowan’s lips. “I’d love to make you whimper.” Then she ghosted her bare pussy just over the thatch of black curls on top of Rowan’s. She snaked her hand between their bodies to twirl her finger around. “It’s cute how you’re curly down here too.”
