Broken Shield Part 19

"Why, Leslie?"

"Ashley, come on. You're going to have to give me a hint on what you're talking about."

"Why, Leslie?" Ashley's slow menacing tone was starting to peel back Leslie's cool veneer.

"Look, Ashley, I don't know what's going on or what game you're playing, but it's getting old," Leslie said, staring back at Ashley.

Ashley wanted to smile. She knew Leslie was getting p.i.s.sed by the way she sneered. Ignoring Leslie's attempts to engage her was pushing Leslie closer to the edge. When Leslie got mad, this was the start of the slow burn coming to a full flame.

"Just tell me why, Leslie."

Each time, Leslie's composure cracked just a little more as she realized she had lost her grip on Ashley. Finally, Leslie had had enough and when Ashley next repeated that same question, Leslie lost control. The explosion just under the surface started right in front of Ashley as she watched Leslie move closer to the gla.s.s and glare at Ashley.

Just barely a whisper, Leslie said, "'Cause you deserved it, you f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. And that woman who tried to save you, your girlfriend, I gave her a little something to remember me by, too." Spit covered the window in front of Ashley. If evil had a face, it was Leslie personified.

Ashley smiled. She had Leslie. There was no denying what Leslie said. Now she only hoped that the recorders at the jail didn't malfunction. Moving closer to the gla.s.s, Ashley kissed it briefly and smiled again. Mouthing 'thank you' she set the receiver back on the cradle and stood. She knew she shouldn't have taunted Leslie, but relief flooded her when Leslie couldn't control her ego. Ashley wasn't going to be a victim anymore and Leslie was going away for a long, long time.

Leslie jumped up and slammed her head against the gla.s.s. "You f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h, I'm gonna get out of here and when I do, I'm gonna ..." The words died on her lips as two deputy sheriffs rushed Leslie and pulled her away from the gla.s.s and out the door she had come in.

Stepping back from the window, Ashley stood and tried to watch through the slim window in the door. It was clear Leslie was out of control behind it. Screaming and yelling filtered through the heavy barrier, but Leslie wasn't a threat to Ashley anymore, so she wasn't scared. In fact, sitting across from Leslie gave Ashley a power she couldn't describe, but the idea of facing your demons came to mind. She had come to confront and instead had taken back the power she thought Leslie had over her. Never again would Ashley fear anyone, never again.

Chapter Thirty-seven.

The waiting was killing Tyler. She had offered to go with Ashley to the County jail and wait, but Ashley had turned her down, instead asking her to wait for her mother to bring Mongrel home. The meeting between the two women had been interesting, Ashley's mom sizing up Tyler, and Tyler wishing she could crawl under a rock. There was nothing worse than meeting the parent of someone you were sleeping with and a parent always knew when you were sleeping with their daughter.

"Good morning, Mrs. Henderson?" Tyler questioned, looking first at her then down at the dog on her left. "Hey, Mongrel," Tyler said, squatting down to pet the obedient pup.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" Mrs. Henderson asked, her gaze appraising Tyler.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Tyler Jackson. I was the firefighter that helped Ashley out at the shooting." Tyler extended her hand and waited.

Tyler noticed the slight hesitation in Mrs. Henderson as she took Tyler's hand and offered a meek handshake. It was going to take some time to break through the sh.e.l.l Mrs. Henderson had erected around herself and Tyler expected no less from someone who almost lost her daughter. Still waiting at the door, Mrs. Henderson cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow.

"You're the firefighter who saved my daughter."

Tyler smiled briefly, "I was just doing my job Ma'am."

"Well, I would say you went above and beyond your job. Thank you." The sincerity evident in Mrs. Henderson's voice.

The two women stared briefly at each other, each knowing something more needed to be said, but neither was comfortable with the other to express those feelings, yet. The silent lingered for a moment more before Tyler broke it.

"Oh, please, come in. I'm sorry." Tyler swept her arm wide as she moved out of the door way.

"Where's Ashley?" Mrs. Henderson inquired looking towards the bedrooms.

"Oh, she's not here. She had to run some errands and asked if I could wait for Mongrel." Tyler's hand rested on the dog's head scratching him. "Would you like to come in and wait?"

"No thanks. I've got some things I need to take care of. Just tell her that her mother stopped by and to call me. Thanks."

With that, the experience of meeting Ashley's mom was over and it didn't go well if Tyler thought about it too long. Looking down at Mongrel, Tyler shrugged her shoulders and closed the door. When she turned she watched Mongrel go from room to room, sniffing and looking.

"She's not here big guy, really." Tyler followed the dog into Ashley's room and watched as he jumped on the king size bed and sniffed around. "I bet you really missed her, huh?"

Mongrel stopped at Ashley's pillow, sniffed again and promptly laid down on Ashley's side of the bed with his head on Ashley's pillow. He looked up at Tyler, as if to let her know he wasn't going anywhere. Smiling at the dog's antics, Tyler walked over, sat on the bed and started petting the oversized security blanket. Obviously, he was used to sleeping on the bed or he wouldn't have just made himself at home, so who was Tyler to tell him to get off. It wasn't her house or her rules. She would let Ashley deal with him when she got home. Hopefully, she hadn't made a mistake letting him stay on the bed.

Standing taller, Ashley felt a calm cascade through her body. The heaviness in her shoulders was gone as Ashley had a bounce in her step while walking to her house. Looking around she noticed her SUV needed a wash, and her flower garden needed tending. Both were things she hadn't thought about doing just in case Leslie accidentally drove by. Ashley took a deep breath and suddenly realized she could live again, like a normal person. On duty her badge afforded her strength and protection, but now she no longer had to hide behind the badge. She had finally faced her demons, well one demon to be exact, and won. To say she felt free was an understatement. She felt liberated from the heavy burden of waiting for Leslie to show up at her door. The constant fear of accidentally, or purposely, seeing Leslie was over. Visiting the jail had a side benefit she hadn't expected and given Ashley the closure she now knew she needed. She would never forget how powerless Leslie looked in handcuffs. It helped solidify the fact that she was out of Ashley's life for good. Ashley knew court was still on the horizon, but hopefully Leslie's outburst at the jail would kill any option of an insanity defense.

Opening the door, Ashley expected to be greeted by Mongrel, but nothing, not a sound. Tossing her purse on the bar she continued through the house until she came to the door of her bedroom. There, on the bed, lay her dog and her girlfriend, sleeping. Did she just think of Tyler as her girlfriend? Remembering Tyler's revelation at the coffee shop gave Ashley a nice jolt, her body throbbing as she remembered the way they had made love that afternoon. If she was lucky she would get a replay of those events now.

Mongrel popped his head off the pillow, his tail slapping the bed.

"Come here, boy." Ashley said, kneeling down to pet him.

She was surprised his excitement didn't wake up Tyler, but Tyler had warned her she was a heavy sleeper. Interesting for a firefighter, Ashley thought. Walking back through the house, she opened the French doors to the backyard and let Mongrel out to do his business. He'd find his way back in through the doggie door she had just taken the cover off of. After washing her hands she walked back into the bedroom and started to take her clothes off, tossing them indiscriminately on the floor. Naked, she slid along Tyler and wrapped a leg over her hip. Tyler's warm hand caressed her thigh as Ashley slid her hand under Tyler's t-shirt. Slipping her fingers under the band of Tyler's bra she heard Tyler groan when she squeezed the taut nipple.

"Well this is a nice way to wake up. Can you be my alarm clock every day?" Tyler asked, the husky tone making Ashley's p.u.s.s.y clench.

"Well, that depends," Ashley said, rubbing her groin against Tyler's tight a.s.s.

"On what?" Tyler questioned, wishing she had a mint.

"What's in it for me?"

"Hmm, I see. We're working on the barter system, huh?"

"Maybe." Ashley smiled pinching the nipple a tad harder, making Tyler jump. "I like negotiating a deal that's beneficial to both sides. Besides ..." Ashley slid her tongue along Tyler's ear and then went for the spot on Tyler's neck knowing it would take her over the edge, instantly. Ashley's teeth grazed the spot before she started sucking on Tyler's neck causing goose b.u.mps to cover Tyler's arms. Tyler's reactions were so visceral that Ashley had to smile. Tyler could never hide how her body reacted to Ashley's touch. She was an open book Ashley loved to read, over and over again. She moved to the other breast and squeezed and pulled the hard nipple as she continued, "I think I'm in a better position to negotiate than you are, wouldn't you agree."

Her hand moved down inside Tyler's pants and cupped her p.u.s.s.y. Ashley's finger slipped between Tyler's wetness before it was pulled across Tyler's hard c.l.i.t. Ashley felt Tyler rock against her hand each time she stroked her. This was going to be fast and hard if Ashley had anything to say about it. Catching Tyler sleeping was her undoing, but Ashley couldn't think of a better way to celebrate her liberation than a hot romp between the sheets.

"Ash, let me undo my pants."

Tyler was panting with each stroke across her c.l.i.t and Ashley wasn't sure she wanted to let Tyler stop her.

"In a minute Ty. You're so close, I can smell you."

Ashley buried her nose in Tyler's hair and took a deep breath. Tyler had her own scent that drove Ashley wild, and when she was excited, Tyler had something about the way she smelled that was uniquely Tyler. Ashley would have a hard time explaining exactly what it was, but she knew when Tyler was in the throes of coming.

"Oh f.u.c.k, Ash."

"Hmm, yes," Ashley said, drawing out the last word.

Slipping two fingers inside Tyler, Ashley had little room to work her whole hand in and out so she gently worked her two fingers deeper, then slowly pulled them to Tyler's opening, then thrust them deep again. With just enough room, Ashley's palm slapped against Tyler's c.l.i.t, each thrust making Tyler gasp at the contact.

"Ty?"

"Huh?'

"I want you to reach up and squeeze your nipples for me."

Ashley licked Tyler's neck and started working on it with her teeth, gently nibbling the bugling muscle. Tyler's body was like a bow under tension, ready to snap any minute given the right amount of pull. Ashley could feel her own p.u.s.s.y clench watching Tyler squeeze and pull on her nipples through her t-shirt. The sight of another woman touching herself was a turn on for Ashley and watching Tyler's body respond to her touches was making her wet.

Ashley gasped when she felt Tyler's hand reach around and grab her c.l.i.t. Tyler pulled away just enough to get her hand between their bodies and m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e Ashley.

"You thought I was too far gone, didn't you?" Tyler's husky voice vibrated with each stroke from Ashley.

Tyler's finger was flicking Ashley's c.l.i.t as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing to Tyler. Pushing her p.u.s.s.y against Tyler's hand she trapped it, preventing it from any further movement. She was on a mission and Tyler was trying to derail her and take control, but she was in control now and making Tyler come was her focus.

Ashley released her hold on Tyler's neck long enough to tease her. "Is this making you wet, Lover?"

"You know the answer to that. Can't you feel how wet I am?"

Ashley could feel Tyler's wetness dripping into her palm as she continued. Suddenly, Tyler's muscles tightened around Ashley's fingers and spasmed. Tyler tried to force herself further on Ashley's hand groaning with each thrust.

"Deeper, deeper Ash. f.u.c.k."

Tyler's moaning jolted Ashley into action cupping Tyler's p.u.s.s.y and pushing her c.l.i.t against Tyler's rock hard a.s.s. The friction from Tyler's jeans would rub her raw, but she didn't care. She just wanted to come. She could feel her body tense as she started to o.r.g.a.s.m and spiral out of control. Hoping to intensify her o.r.g.a.s.m, Ashley rubbed her nipples against Tyler's t-shirt, making her body jerk with each stroke against Tyler's back. She had lost the battle to be in control, but the war wasn't over as she felt Tyler jerk each time she rubbed Ashley's sensitive c.l.i.t. Tyler stopped her hand and forced Ashley's fingers deeper.

"Just hold them right there. f.u.c.k."

Ashley held Tyler tighter, the last of her o.r.g.a.s.m spreading throughout her body. She could feel Tyler's body shudder one last time before she released Ashley's hand then pulled it from her pants.

"Off."

"What?"

"Off," Tyler said pulling at the waist band of her jeans. "I feel like they're cutting me in half and my c.l.i.t is rubbing against the seam. s.h.i.t."

Ashley was only too happy to help Tyler rid herself of her jeans. The night was young still and she hadn't had enough.

Chapter Thirty-eight.

Pulling the towel tighter around her body, Tyler watched Ashley wipe the last drops of water from her body. Smiling, Tyler could feel contentment worm its way through her soul. She hadn't felt this good in a long time and she liked the way Ashley made her feel when she was around.

"Hey, s.e.xy, you hungry?" Ashley said sauntering towards Tyler.

Scooping Ashley up, Tyler kissed the bruised lips and slid her tongue over them. Ashley's towel was a deterrent that Tyler wanted gone, so she snaked a hand beneath Ashley, stood and let it fall to the floor.

"Hey! That was sneaky, You," Ashley said playfully slapping at Tyler's shoulder.

"I know. If you're nice I'll teach you all my tricks."

"Careful, you're still wounded."

"You think so?" Tyler picked Ashley up higher and pulled Ashley's legs around her waist. Cupping her a.s.s Tyler slid Ashley's c.l.i.t across her towel hoping the friction did what she wanted. She watched as Ashley closed her eyes and let her head roll back enjoying the friction against her body. The movement gave Tyler easy access to Ashley's neck and she took advantage of the moment. Kissing Ashley's neck Tyler could feel her throbbing pulse beneath her lips. With every up swing, Tyler licked a nipple. Not content with just a lick Tyler walked Ashley to the bed and laid her down.

"Don't remove your legs," Tyler commanded as she caressed Ashley's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, thumbing the nipples into hard points.

Palming the generous b.r.e.a.s.t.s Tyler slid her palms over the tips. She was starting to ache as she watched Ashley close her eyes and moan. Tyler caressed the soft, warm skin, sending a flood of warmth throughout her body. Tyler never got enough of touching Ashley. Her soft skin against Tyler's often made her feel like she was on fire. Each caress pushed Tyler closer and closer to the edge of losing control. Tyler liked her s.e.x a little rougher, but Ashley wasn't in a place where Tyler thought she could go. Tyler bent over Ashley, rolling her tongue around a nipple, her other hand still torturing the other. Tyler felt Ashley weave her fingers through her hair and pull her head back, then grab one of her nipples and gently pinch it.

"Tyler?"

"Huh," Tyler felt Ashley's gentle grinds against her hips.

"Nightstand," Ashley said motioning with her head. "Inside."

Tyler felt Ashley release her hair as she leaned over and pulled open the drawer in the nightstand. Raising her eyebrows she looked back at Ashley and smiled. Who knew, Tyler thought pulling the harness and d.i.l.d.o from the drawer. Watching Ashley blush as she opened the box, Tyler let a slow, sensual smile ease across her face. She was somewhere she never thought she would be, with a woman she never imagined would have such a wild side to her.

"You sure?" Tyler asked, tossing the box to the floor and fingering the flesh colored d.i.l.d.o.

"Oh yeah," Ashley said reaching up to stroke the c.o.c.k. "I've been waiting for the right woman and well, you're the right woman."

Tyler almost melted when Ashley slid her tongue along her upper lip and gently bit her lower lip. Sensuality oozed off Ashley. Tyler pulled herself out of Ashley's embrace, stood and stepped into the harness pulling it up to her waist. The corset harness settled on her hips and before she could pull the straps, cinching herself in, Ashley grabbed the straps and pulled forcing Tyler's hips to her face. The s.e.xy grin Ashley gave Tyler had mischief written all over it. Dropping her head Ashley flicked her tongue out across the tip of the d.i.l.d.o then looked up at Tyler. A jolt went through Tyler and her nipples responded to the brief contact Ashley's lips made with the d.i.l.d.o.

"I need to wash this thing, Ash." Reasoning washed through Tyler.

"I already did," Ashley said, seductively.

Tyler felt her knees weaken when Ashley stroked the phallus. Each stroke hit Tyler's erect c.l.i.t making her body jerk. She knew she wouldn't last if Ashley kept this up, but before she could stop Ashley, she wrapped her lips around the tip and slowly moved down the d.i.l.d.o.

"Ash." Tyler could barely get out the word as she watched Ashley come back up to the tip, sliding her tongue around it again.

Tyler closed her eyes and rolled her head back as she felt Ashley stroke the rubber again. She felt a wet finger slide between the folds of her p.u.s.s.y and stroke her wetness, begging to be let in. Spreading her legs further Tyler let Ashley slide into her. Looking back down at Ashley, she smiled before Ashley descended on the d.i.c.k one more time. Tyler felt like it was connected to her body, each stroke making her c.l.i.t throb.

"Tyler, open your eyes and look at me," Ashley said softly.

Tyler hadn't realized she wasn't looking at Ashley, perhaps because the image of Ashley going down on the d.i.l.d.o was seared into her brain, a visual that would stay with Tyler forever. Looking again she found Ashley on her back beckoning to her, her legs and arms open to Tyler.

Lowering herself to the bed Tyler grabbed Ashley's legs and wrapped them around her waist. She felt Ashley run her hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s when Tyler got close enough. Holding the phallus Tyler gently brought the tip to Ashley's wet p.u.s.s.y and rolled it around her opening. Wanting to make the moment last, she hesitated watching it lay just outside of Ashley. Looking up at Ashley's face, Tyler watched intently as she slowly eased it inside of Ashley. Tyler's p.u.s.s.y clenched again when Ashley closed her eyes and moaned. Leaning down she kissed Ashley's lips and thrust her tongue inside. Ashley's legs hooked behind Tyler and pulled Tyler deeper inside. Once inside Tyler rolled her hips, gently moving the harness so the d.i.l.d.o slid back and forth in the warmth that enveloped it.

"Tyler, I want you to f.u.c.k me, not treat me like a virgin on our first night."

Tyler leaned back to look in Ashley's eyes and flashed her a roguish smile. "Well, now that I know what you want," Tyler said, pulling the harness back and sliding into her a bit harder. Keeping that tempo she watched Ashley lift her hips in antic.i.p.ation of each stroke.

"That's it, just like that," Ashley said, breathlessly.