Give Love Another Chance

Danae Mari finds her stepdaughter Gia DiBella looking miserable. She wraps Gia in her arms, fingers gliding through the girl's hair while her palm glides slow circles over trembling shoulders. "What is it, sweetheart?" she asks. Gia admits she and Erin Everheart just ended things, but she dodges every question about why. Danae lets the silence linger, yet her pulse quickens at the secret she senses. By evening she has Erin back in the house. The girls hover by the kitchen island, the air brittle with unsaid words. Danae pours tea she hardly notices. Each time Erin glances her way, her eyes linger a beat too long, softening, wanting. The reason spills out in one flustered breath: Erin has been nursing a crush on Danae. The shame, the guilt—that was the real distance between the two girlfriends. Danae blinks, lips parting. Heat slides low inside her at the clear invitation behind Erin's shaky smile. Tension flickers into something hotter. Her answer is a slow, appreciative sweep of eyes from Erin's mouth to the swell of her small breasts under her thin tank top. Gia looks from one woman to the other, stunned. Erin reaches for both of them. "I still love you," she tells Gia, voice warm. "But I want her, too. Maybe... we don't have to choose." Danae feels the suggestion like a spark. Her palm slips to the small of Erin's back, pulling her closer. She meets Gia's gaze, fingers coaxing her nearer. Clothes loosen, mouths taste skin. Fingers part thighs, finding wet silk already slick. Danae watches Erin kiss her stepdaughter—deep, greedy—then pulls Erin into her own lap, tugging Gia's mouth to the soft underside of her breast. They sink together, breathing in sync, trading touch until every hesitation melts into slick heat and low, shameless sound.