Carnal Collision

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  Carnal Collision

  ISBN # 978-1-906590-16-1

  ©Copyright Jamie Hill 2008

  Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright February 2008

  Edited by Janice Bennett

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  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  CARNAL COLLISION

  Jamie Hill

  Dedication

  To Sandy, for years of friendship, fritters and summers that were shot too soon.

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  Chapter One

  The car came out of nowhere, smashing into the passenger side of her new, two-door compact with a sickening crunch. Jada Green’s head whacked the visor before her airbag deployed, slamming her back. While her vehicle spun in a complete circle, she clutched the steering wheel, alternating curses with prayers until it finally came to a stop.

  Dazed, Jada suddenly wondered if she’d remembered to mail her mother’s birthday gift. Strange thoughts filtered through her mind. She winced. Focus! A quick inventory established that while she appeared to be fine, the right side of her car had crumpled inward to half its size.

  “Lady! Are you okay?” A grey-haired man with a frantic expression pounded on her window. “Stay right there! I called for an ambulance.”

  “That’s not necessary. I’m fine.” A round, red splotch fell on her skirt. Mystified, she touched her forehead. Pulling back her caramel coloured fingers, she saw they were bloody. Jada glanced in the rear-view mirror and found a gaping cut above her right eyebrow. Gulping, she nodded at the man. “Thank you.”

  “I didn’t see you!” A woman’s pale, tear-streaked face appeared in front of the cracked windshield. “I swear I didn’t. Are you all right? Oh god, you’re bleeding!”

  The man opened her door and offered a folded white handkerchief. “Hold this against your head. Apply pressure.”

  “Thanks.” She did as he instructed and tried to get her bearings. Everything seemed surreal—faces crowded around her, everyone talking at once. Time stood still. Peeling back the handkerchief, she looked in the mirror again. The gash continued to bleed profusely. She pressed the bloody cloth back to her head quickly.

  “You shouldn’t move in case you have other injuries,” he told her. “An ambulance is on the way.”

  “I really think I’m fine.” She did a mental check of the rest of her body, everything seemed intact. “I just want to go home.” It’d been a long day in the beauty salon. One late customer had set her back twenty minutes, and she’d scrambled to make up for it all afternoon. She looked forward to a pint of rocky road ice cream followed by a leisurely soak in the tub, and possibly a little vibrator action. She’d been horny all day. Unfortunately, the accident didn’t quell her need, though she suspected her plans might have to wait.

  The wail of a siren in the distance grew louder. “Let the paramedics check you out,” he insisted. “You might need stitches.”

  She didn’t argue. The man had calmed and taken charge of the situation, obviously pleased to have something to do. The blonde-haired woman sobbing next to him was another story.

  “I’m okay,” Jada said to her, trying to sound reassuring. She realised the irony of comforting the person who’d struck her, but the lady was totally freaked out. And she was cute, really cute. Her short bleached hair was spiked and messy looking. A row of earrings climbed each ear. Jada couldn’t focus well enough to count them. A tiny jewelled stud gleamed from the side of the woman’s nose.

  Her gaze wandered lower, checking out the blonde’s full, round breasts, barely concealed by a gauze blouse. Erect nipples puckered through the fabric, and she found it hard not to stare. Jada had a thing for a nice set of knockers.

  She didn’t hide the fact she was a lesbian, but most people didn’t expect it. She’d dated men in the past, but none of them turned her on as much as her girlfriends had. Keep your options open, her mother told her at one time. Jada suspected that was the desire for grandchildren speaking. She hadn’t ruled out children, though at twenty-four, she knew she wasn’t ready for them.

  Sniffling, the stranger dabbed her eyes with a tissue. She didn’t seem to realise Jada was checking her out, which was good, since Jada wasn’t clear-headed enough to explain herself at that moment.

  The emergency personnel arrived in a flurry of activity. The team restrained Jada’s neck with a plastic collar and slapped a makeshift bandage around her head. “That’s going to need stitches,” one of two young men in uniforms informed her. “Shouldn’t take too many.” He smiled, and they lifted her onto a gurney.

  “My purse!” The thought struck as they wheeled her away. She couldn’t leave it behind.

  “Here.” The blonde woman snatched her handbag from the car and rushed it to the ambulance.

  “Thank you.” Jada clutched it to her stomach.

  The gauze blouse gaped open between buttons, and she tried not to stare at the exposed white bra. Her head was reeling, but all she could think about were the breasts of the woman who’d crashed into her.

  “I’m so sorry!”

  She nodded, watching the pretty, tear-stained face until the back doors closed. As the ambulance raced away, she thought about the accident. There’d been plenty of times when her mind had wandered while she drove. The accident just as easily could have been her fault. She almost felt sorry for the other woman, but was glad to leave her behind. For some reason, the sexy blonde brought wicked thoughts to Jada’s already spinning head.

  It was a quick ride to the hospital. EMTs whisked Jada into the emergency room where nurses and doctors descended upon her with questions, tests and paperwork. It was an hour before they determined she really was fine, just a bonk on the head which would require ten stitches. X-rays showed nothing broken. The emergency room doctor said she was lucky to escape with a few bumps and bruises. Person after person repeated how lucky she was.

  Waiting to be sutured, she didn’t feel lucky. She was tired, hungry and grumpy from all the poking and prodding. There were five other beds in the room where they deposited her. Four were occupied by patients who were either sleeping or minding their own business. She was glad. The last thing she felt like doing was making small talk.

  The nurse wheeled someone in to the bed next to Jada’s. She glanced up and groaned to herself. It was the sexy blonde from the accident, with a sling on her arm.

  “Oh, hey!” The woman’s face lit up.

 
“Hi,” Jada replied, a tired edge to her voice.

  “How are you doing? Are you okay?”

  “I’ll be fine. Just need a few stitches, then I’m out of here.”

  “Thank heavens! You know, I got a ticket for inattentive driving and I feel just awful about it. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.”

  “I understand. Stuff happens.” Jada’s grumpy side wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but the woman was so nice and still looked damned sweet. She couldn’t bring herself to be rude. She also couldn’t look the other woman in the eye. Focusing on the accident, she took stock. She was fine, and her car could be fixed. “It was an inconvenience, but nothing life threatening. It’ll be okay.”

  “You’re awfully kind. Most people wouldn’t take this so well.”

  Jada smiled and shrugged. “I’ve spent my life trying not to be like most people. Guess it worked.”

  The woman chuckled, and they both glanced up as a nice looking female doctor walked into the room. “Miss Smith?”

  “That’s me.” The blonde raised her good hand. “Wendi Smith.”

  “I’m Dr. Evans. I have your x-rays here.” She stuck them onto a lighted board and flipped a switch. “Nothing broken, looks like a hairline fracture in your little finger. It could have happened on impact, but it’s rather unusual.”

  Wendi glanced at both women sheepishly. “I slapped the dashboard after we hit.”

  Jada laughed. “Serves you right! She crashed into me, you know.” Grinning at the doctor, she added, “Wouldn’t be fair for her to walk away unscathed. So does she get a cast, or what?”

  “We don’t generally cast pinkies. We’ll tape it to the ring finger for a few weeks and then take another x-ray. It should heal fine.”

  “Tape?” Wendi frowned. “That sounds gross. I’m a masseuse. I need to use my hands.”

  “Then next time don’t pound the dashboard.” The doctor removed the sling and bandaged the fingers with gauze, taping them together.

  “Better yet, don’t crash into anyone, right?” Wendi smiled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

  “Right,” Jada agreed. “But hey, it gave us the chance to meet. I’m a stylist at Joelle’s Beauty Boutique. Where do you work?”

  “I know that place! I work near there, in the mall, at the Clip and Rub Joint.”

  The doctor flipped to the next chart. “You would be Jada Green?”

  “Yes.”

  She changed gloves, opened a suture tray and examined the wound. “You’ll feel a little sting when I give you the local anaesthetic. It should numb pretty fast.”

  “Okay.” She looked at Wendi from the corner of her eye. “I’ve heard of the Clip and Rub Joint! I love the name. You get much traffic there?”

  “We stay pretty busy. How about you? Joelle caters to mostly African Americans, doesn’t she?”

  “Yeah, which works out well, since obviously…” She pointed to herself.

  “Hold still, please,” the doctor admonished. “You two can continue this gabfest later. I need to get these sutures in. We get more traffic through here than we care to see. I’ve got ten people in the waiting room after you.”

  “Sorry.” Jada smiled at Wendi sheepishly and sat quietly while her cut was stitched. She tried not to stare at the doctor, but the woman was inches from her face and very attractive. Her long, shiny red hair was pulled back into a ponytail. A starched white coat barely hid the large breasts underneath—larger, even, than the blonde woman’s. What was her name? Wendi. Wendi Smith, with the nice, round tits.

  Close enough to smell the scent of coffee on the doctor’s breath and a light, floral cologne, Jada inhaled. Both aromas were appealing. She enjoyed coffee almost as much as she liked ogling a good-looking woman. Dr. Evans. Dr. Evans could put me in heaven. Squeezing her eyes closed, Jada took another deep breath. She was getting loopy and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

  “There you go.” The doctor taped a gauze pad over the cut and picked up Jada’s chart. “Come back in a week to get the stitches out. If you catch us at a good time, it’ll only take a few minutes.”

  “Thanks.” Relieved to be finished, Jada stood. “Can I go?”

  “Sure, as soon as someone comes for you. You need to be observed tonight since you hit your head.”

  “What do you mean, observed?”

  “We don’t want you to be alone. Someone to check on you in the night, wake you up once or twice to make sure you’re okay.”

  “I live alone. My parents are several hours from here. There isn’t anyone.”

  The doctor made a face. “We can admit you, but it’ll cost a lot more.”

  “I can do it.” Wendi stepped to the side of the bed. “I live alone, too. I’ve got no plans for tonight. I can stay with you.”

  “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Jada shook her head. She barely knew the woman and felt awkward inviting her over.

  Wendi leaned in and said softly, “It’s better than staying here overnight. Come on, it’ll be fine.”

  She assumed by the conspiratorial tone of the other woman’s voice, they were making these plans to get the doctor off her back. Once she was released, they’d go their separate ways. Works for me. “Okay, sure.”

  “Great. I’ll get both of your paperwork and send the nurse right back with it for you to sign. Take care.” The doctor left.

  “Thank you,” Jada called after her, and turned to Wendi. “Thank you for stepping up. I thought she might not let me leave. As soon as we can go, I’ll call a cab.”

  “Nonsense. My car is drivable. I’ll take you home since I have to stay with you anyway.”

  “You really don’t have to…” She stopped as the nurse returned. They signed the necessary forms and headed to the parking lot together.

  “I’m over here.” Wendi nodded to her car. “I was too cheap to pay the ambulance and drove myself.”

  “Insurance should cover it.”

  “Yeah.” She stopped at an old white two-door with a crumpled front fender. “Here we are. Not pretty, but it still drives. They towed yours to the dealership, by the way. It looked pretty new.”

  “It was new.” Jada made a face, then remembered things could have been worse. “It’ll be good as new again, I’m sure.”

  “Damn, you’re something!” Wendi opened the passenger door and went around to her side.

  “What?” Jada fastened her seatbelt and looked at the driver.

  “Most people would be angry at this situation.”

  “Getting angry requires a lot of negative energy. I prefer to think positive.”

  “I’m positive…that I’ve never met anyone like you in my life. Where we headed, Ma’am?”

  “Tweny-three thirty-four Rosewood. It’s off Kensington, do you know the area?”

  “I do. You live in a house?” She started the engine and drove.

  “Yes. It’s small, but I prefer it to renting.”

  “Must be nice. I live in an apartment in an ancient building on Croft.”

  “I’ll bet the rent is reasonable. It’s close to your work too.”

  Wendi glanced sideways. “Yes it is, on both counts, little Mary Sunshine. Do people ever get tired of your optimistic attitude?”

  “Oh yeah!” Jada grinned, and they both laughed. “I can be a real bitch, don’t get me wrong. I just choose my battles.”

  “Good to know. Right or left here?” She approached Rosewood Drive.

  “Right, about a block. It’s the yellow house up there on the left.”

  “Of course it is. I’ll bet you have flowers on the porch too.”

  “Shut up,” Jada said affably. “Park in the driveway. I won’t need it.”

  “True. How will you get to work?”

  They exited the car. Wendi followed her up the front steps and smiled, pointing to the numerous clay pots, overflowing with pretty, blooming flowers.

  Jada unlocked the door and stepped in. “Shut up, again. I’m off
tomorrow and Monday. I’ll make arrangements with the dealership to get the car fixed and get a loaner. The timing couldn’t be better.”

  “Must be nice to always see the bright side.” Wendi dropped her purse on the sofa. She glanced around the small living room. “This is lovely. I like how you decorated, the pastels are beautiful.”

  “I love the Caribbean and the relaxed, lazy, beach feeling. I tried to bring a little of that here.” She ran a hand over the sofa. It was sand coloured, with thin peach and light blue stripes. Soft, overstuffed pillows in matching shades were placed on either end. Airy lace curtains billowed around rattan blinds.

  “You’ve accomplished that perfectly.” Wendi fingered a seashell from a bowl on the coffee table. “It’s very inviting.”

  “Good! Then sit and get comfortable. I’m going to change out of these clothes.” Jada realised the other woman had nothing to change into, and felt guilty. “Are you sure you want to stay, Wendi? I know I’ll be fine. You’d much rather go home and get comfortable.”

  “I’m cool.” Wendi motioned to her jeans. “I don’t dress up for work as much as you do, apparently.”

  “If you’re sure. I’ll be right back. Think about what you want for dinner. I’m starved!” Jada went to her bedroom but didn’t close the door. After stripping out of her blouse, skirt and hose, she slipped into some baggy boxers she wore for comfort. Moving to the doorway, she asked, “Do you like pizza? We could have one delivered.”

  Wendi glanced up, a look of surprise on her face before she replied, “Sure. I love pizza.”

  Jada realised she wore nothing but a sheer peach bra and the blue boxers. She grinned. “Sorry!” Ducking into her room, she tossed an oversized T-shirt on and grabbed her skirt before walking out. “I want to treat this blood spot real quick and then I’ll order something.”

  “Do you have any baking soda?” Wendi joined her in the kitchen. “I know a trick.”