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CHAPTER 24

CLAY

RUBBING

I’m a weak man. I tried to avoid her. I did try to create some space. But now I’m buried in her and I never want it to stop.

The sound of my name on her lips is music to my ears. The sight of her tight cunt taking every inch of me over and over is unreal. And the mouth on her is perfectly filthy.

I’ve spent most of my life feeling like people have to tip toe around me. Either they know me and my history and are afraid to bring up the wrong thing, or they don’t know me, just see the constant scowl, and stay away.

But fucking Lizzy. We’re like magnets, drawn to each other. She sees right through me and doesn’t back down. She just comes back for more and more and I want it.

I want all of her.

I look down at my hand on her hip, seeing the letters OVER spelled out on my knuckles. I let out a rough laugh, realizing which hand is rubbing her clit. “Does that mean you’re about to come on my cock and our fingers?”

“Yes, I want to come with you buried in me so bad.” Fuck that mouth of hers.

I thrust harder and faster, loving every second of being in her. It’s like she was made for me the way our bodies fit together. I hold her hand tighter, rubbing her clit with our fingers and I can feel her pussy start to tighten around me. “Come for me, Lizzy.”

“Don’t stop.” I can feel her fingers work faster and harder between mine.

“Did you forget your manners? ”

She glares at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are lazy and hooded with lust, but that fiery defiance is still there. “Please.”

I purse my lips back at her. “As you wish.” I thrust hard, burying myself in her to the hilt, working our fingers relentlessly. I feel her pussy flutter when she shatters on my cock. I can feel her knees buckle as she collapses onto the counter.

“Oh, don’t quit on me now. What was the point of all those workouts?” I quip, thrusting into her again, bottoming out and forcing another moan from her. Despite every part of my body telling me to stay in her tight, wet heat, I ease out of her. I grab her by the hips and spin her around to face me. She looks up at me with those beautiful baby blues, now clouded and glazed over with a sultry fog.

She smirks and grabs my cock, stroking it. “I know you didn’t come yet. I said I wanted you to come in me.”

I cup her ass and lift her off the ground. She instinctively wraps her legs around me and I can feel her slick, wet pussy pressed against me.

I hold her with one hand and cup the back of her neck with the other, bringing her ear to my lips. “We’re both still half dressed. And I want to see you, all of you, and look in those beautiful eyes when I come in you.” I can hear her small moan over my own heavy breathing, the friction of my cock rubbing against her sensitive clit driving us both wild. I carry her like that, grinding against me, down the hall to her room.

When I open the door, I can’t help but notice her bed is perfectly made and not a thing is out of a place. “Have I been rubbing off on you?”

I feel her cute puff of a laugh against my neck. “You were definitely rubbing me off just a minute ago.”

“No. I mean this.” I gesture to the room, and spin around with her still in my arms .

“Oh,” she says, acting surprised. She presses her lips to my neck before grazing her cheek against my stubble. “Maybe a little. Now put me on the fucking bed, Clay.”

I lower her to her feet in front of the foot of the bed, reaching down to pull her dress over her head. Seeing her with nothing on except a tiny, thin little gray bralette with her peaked nipples showing through sends blood rushing right back to my cock. She steps towards me, running her hands down my side to the hem of my shirt and slides it over my head. Something about her touch feels like fire on my skin.

She kisses my chest, then my stomach, humming breathy moans as she lowers herself to her knees. She looks up at me with those sultry eyes, making my breath stick in my chest. “I’ve thought about this since you told me no the other night and made me watch you.”

“Thought about what exactly?”

She fists the base of my cock, squeezing and making me buck into her hand. “That I don’t like being told no .”

I watch as she licks me from the base to the tip and takes the head in her mouth. Finally seeing those pouty lips around my cock is almost too much. She moans, taking more of me in her mouth and my lips hang open.

“Fuck, princess. Your mouth is so good.” She hums and starts to bob her head up and down. “Too fucking good.”

She laughs - she fucking laughs - with my cock down her throat. The vibration of her laugh makes my cock ache. I can see tears welling at the corners of her eyes as she takes all of me in. “Holy shit, Lizzy.”

She hums again, going faster and hollowing her cheeks. I grab her ponytail, loving every second of this, but this isn’t how I want to come tonight. I fist her ponytail and pull her off of me, my cock leaving her mouth with a pop.

I tilt her head back and she looks up at me, her eyes blazing a trail along my body. “I wanted my turn to make you come. You’re no fun again . ”

“I told you I want to look in your eyes when I come in you. Now get in the fucking bed on your big pillow pile.” I point to her headboard. “ Now .”

I watch her crawl across the bed, enjoying the site of her curvy ass and puffy, well-fucked pussy before she lays on her back. I follow her, lowering myself between her open thighs, notching myself at her entrance. I lean down, kissing her collarbone, then her neck, until my lips stop just under her ear. “I made you a promise and I’m going to keep it.” I thrust hard, burying myself in her, my cock already feeling like this is its new home. I feel the rush of air against my neck when she gasps and the pang of her digging her nails into my back.

“Fuck me harder then,” she breathes against my ear.

My heart pounds in my chest. This woman never stops amazing me. I grab her thighs, pushing them back, letting myself get even deeper in her. I pull back just enough to meet her eyes before we both look to where we’re joined. “See how fucking good we look?”

I rock my hips harder, enjoying how deep I’m getting. “You take me so fucking good.”

“Less talking, more fucking,” she chides playfully. I know that’s a lie. She loves hearing me praise her.

I reach down between us, pumping myself in harder and teasing her clit with my thumb.

“That’s it, don’t stop,” she cries into my shoulder and her teeth dig into my collarbone.

And that’s what I do.

I fuck her hard and senselessly, circling and flicking her clit. I can feel her walls tighten, bringing me closer to completely falling apart, as if I already wasn’t every time I’m close to her.

I feel her dig her nails into me deeper, her hard buds rubbing against my chest through her bralette. She wraps her legs around my ass, pulling me in deeper and I can feel her pussy flutter against my cock when she comes undone again. And this time, I barrel over the edge with her, losing myself inside her. The edges of my vision blur, but not enough to keep me from staring right into the icy blue eyes looking right back at me - into me.

I wrap my arms under her, flipping us over with her on top of me, cradled in my arms with us still joined together.

She burrows her head into my neck and I plant a kiss on top of her head, noticing her ponytail is now a flowing, beautiful mess of blonde hair.

“You’re really something else,” I say softly against the top of her head.

She hums contentedly against my chest. “Shut up, Clay. You’re ruining it.”

I laugh and roll my eyes. “I’ll be right back.” I pry myself loose from her grip and get out of bed, gathering our clothes from the floor and setting them neatly in the corner chair. She watches me curiously as I head to the en suite bathroom. I cock my head towards the door. “Warm towel service.” She smiles so brightly at me before I head in and grab a towel, her robe, and a couple hair ties from the counter.

I come back to bed, laying beside her while she cleans up and puts on the robe.

“Here. Sit up.” I pat the bed beside me. She gives me a questioning glance but doesn’t push back. I sit up behind her, rubbing her shoulders under the robe, cleaning up what’s left of her disheveled ponytail, my hands working absentmindedly. She leans back into me and I love this level of intimacy, like the other night, something I haven’t experienced in years - maybe ever. I enjoy the comfortable silence between us. It feels like an entire, unspoken conversation happens between us.

“I want to know something about you. Something new.” Her voice is soft and curious. Maybe I spoke too soon about enjoying the silence. But I think I might actually like talking to her.

I sigh. “Then pick something. ”

She hums thoughtfully. “Why don’t you ski anymore?”

That is not the question I was hoping for and not one I even know where to start with. There’s so much to unpack there. My mom, my injuries, Kayleigh, all the pain and memories. I think about it for a minute, my hands still mindlessly playing with her hair, and I come up with the best answer I’m willing to give right now.

“I’ve lost enough things in life that matter. It hurts saying goodbye.” I swallow hard, so many memories running through my mind. “After I tore up my right knee, it was almost a year of rehab and physical therapy. But I came back stronger than before, physically anyways. I still wanted to try.”

She nods, still facing away from me, but doesn’t say anything.

I let out a deep breath. “But a few years later, after I’d already been through it once, after we lost Mom, that’s when I tore my left knee. And I just… I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t put myself through that. Getting so keyed up to get back to it, only to have it ripped away again. Sure, I’m physically capable. But mentally, my heart - I just can’t. I don’t want to have to say goodbye to it again.”

“Oh, Clay. I can’t imagine.” Her voice is a soft whisper and I can feel her shoulders sag. “Thank you for telling me.”

Hearing the soft, compassionate side of her is something that tears at my heart. It’s so starkly different than the fiery, fierce side I see all the time. I roll my shoulders, exhaling again. “Don’t be. It’s in the past.”

A moment passes where we sit here, just enjoying the silence again.

“Clay?” Her voice is skeptical.

My name on her lips pulls me out of my trance. “What?”

“Did you just braid my hair?” I look down at my hands, realizing that I did in fact just give her two long, nearly perfect braids.

“Um… yes? ”

She stands up and walks gingerly over towards the mirror, twirling around in her robe.

She looks back at me. “Mind telling me why you know how to do a perfect dutch braid?”

I wring my hands together. “Grace. It was after Mom. She was still in high school. She could do it on her own, but she taught me and I think it was good for both of us. I like routine, repetition, working with my hands. She just wanted to be close to someone. Tanner was living in Jackson and Dad was so busy. It was just our thing back then.”

She turns and looks back into the mirror, running each braid through her hands. We make eye contact in the mirror, smiling. “I like them.”

She saunters back towards the bed, still walking gingerly, before climbing on top of me, straddling me with her open robe. The feeling of her naked body against mine sends blood rushing right back to my cock.

She grins and traces her finger over the tattoo on my neck. This time she’s the one to bring her lips to my ear and whisper. “Also, I can still walk straight. So fuck me again.”

My sense of calm is immediately erased by the desire to be close to her again, to let go.

A new feeling burns in my chest. When it comes to Lizzy Frank, I might just have to accept that I’m not in control. And maybe I like that.

When I wake up, I find myself sprawled out on Lizzy’s bed, enjoying just how soft her pillow nest is. I will never admit it to her, but fuck, it’s so comfy and I’m buying the same set for my room as soon as I can. I breathe in the pillows, loving the smell of her shampoo. I reach across the bed, opening my eyes when I realize Lizzy isn’t here.

Now that’s odd. It’s normally a chore for her to get up early. I climb out of her bed and walk to my room, throwing on a pair of sweats and head to the kitchen. When I walk in, I find Lizzy, cleaning up the mess from last night when she acted like a cat, batting everything off the kitchen island. She’s wearing a cropped sweatshirt and those sexy little sleep shorts I love. She meets my eyes and smiles, lighting the room and my heart.

“Now this I could get used to.” I smirk at her before closing the distance, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in for a kiss.

“I’m not going to wear a maid outfit.” She makes a kissy face at me and slaps my ass. “Don’t even ask.”

I laugh, leaning down to kiss her again. “I wasn’t going to.” I slide my hand up the back of her thigh and cup the curve of her ass. “Because this is so much better.”

She purrs and nuzzles into my bare chest. I hold her tight, savoring every second of her closeness. A moment passes before she breathes into my chest. “What are we doing, Clay?”

I run my hand up her back, cupping the nape of her neck, running one of her mussed braids through my fingers. “I have no idea.” I sigh and plant a kiss on top of her head. “I just know we’re drawn together. There’s something here and I can’t ignore it anymore.”

She hums contentedly into my chest, wrapping her arms around me. “I feel it too.”

I lower my head, rubbing my cheek against her hair. “So now what?”

She hums and wobbles her head. “We could skip yoga and you could take me back to bed and fuck me again.” She looks back up at me with her eyes sparkling with desire. “ Lots of cardio.”

Yes, when it comes to Lizzy Frank, I am a weak man.