Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 39

           

"Are you still pissed?" Meg asked as Ally got into her car, pouting like she had been all the rest of the day.

"I'm not pissed." She retorted, obviously pissed. "Why would I be pissed? This is just sex. All we are doing is fucking. No emotions involved."

"Right." Meg wasn't buying it. Part of her was happy that the Latina was showing interest, but part of her wasn't. That relationship would be way too complicated to maintain anyway. Not only were they living in separate states, but Ally had her little love triangle thing going on and Meg was not the sharing type, especially when I male was involved. And Especially when that male was the prick that got Lauren pregnant by not using protection when she asked. She had nearly jumped into her car to drive to Florida and kill him when she found that out.

"I'm not pissed." Ally restated with a little bit more conviction in her voice.

"Okay. Well that's good. So, I guess you won't mind if I head out for a little bit tonight to fuck Kim." Ally's eyes snapped up to hers in anger. She was pissed. "Exactly."

"How old is she anyway? Twelve?"

Meg rolled her eyes and began the long drive back to her apartment. "She's twenty-one. And I wasn't being serious."

The Latina pouted, looking out the window. "She can't handle you. You'd be too much for her."

"Why? Because I'm too much for you?" She didn't answer. "People can surprise you sometimes. I mean, you thought Lauren was a prude and she handled me nearly every night for three years. You almost crashed after one."

"I don't care." Ally announced hoping to end the discussion, but knowing it was highly unlikely. Meg was just as stubborn as she was, but that was the flame that she was drawn to. That challenge the apprentice threw in her face.

"I think the problem is that you do care. This was about sex and now you have emotions involved. Maybe we should just stop and get you checked back into your hotel." Ally knew that was what they should do but she couldn't speak the words. "It wouldn't work between us anyway. I like relationships. You don't. I live in New York. You live in Florida with your boyfriend and your girlfriend."

"I know. Fuck! I don't need you to remind me. You know...I just...why did you have to kiss her? Everything would have been so fucking simple if you hadn't done it."

"She's confused and needed help. Besides, it shouldn't matter who I kiss."

"Well when you're fucking me, it does."

Meg arched an eyebrow and looked at the woman sitting next to her. She was battling internally as much as Kim was, just with a very different topic. Meg pulled off the street into a parking spot and waited for the confused Latina to look at her. "Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

Ally only searched her eyes for a second before leaning over the center console into a deep and forceful kiss, sucking Meg's bottom lip between hers with each frantic caress. She smoothly undid her seat belt and moved her weight further into Meg with one hand braced on the driver's door, the other on the leather console between them. She moaned as Meg's hands ran up her neck, encouraging her more. Ally didn't care if anyone walking on the sidewalks could see. She needed that woman. Suddenly Meg turned away and the Latina pushed back to look at her face in confusion.

"What did you feel?"

"What?" She knew exactly what she meant, but she asked anyway.

"What did you feel?" Meg looked deeply into her gaze. "If you can't tell me, then I'm taking you to check in to a hotel." The Latina stared hard at her, battling with herself to speak. Things weren't that simple but she couldn't even bring herself to even say that much. "If you can't, then sit back down so we can go."