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Clay

I pulled up outside the airport early Friday morning and parked the car. Reese and Lorelai had called me to see if I’d be able to pick Peyton up from the airport tonight and take her back to my place for the night, since Knox was still angry and unbearable to be around. I told them it wasn’t a problem since she’d already asked.

I looked over to the door to see Peyton pulling a small suitcase behind her with a bag slung across her body. I quickly jumped out of the car and took off over to where she was, quickly taking both bags from her.

“Clay don’t be silly. I’ve got it.”

“I know, and now I have it.” I winked.

Once I had everything in the trunk of my car, I wrapped my arms around Peyton and placed a kiss on her lips.

“Good to see you. How are you feeling?” I questioned, placing my hand on the flat of her stomach.

She let out a cute giggle and shook her head. “I’m good. Honestly, I’m glad to be back here. I needed a break from packing.” She softly smiled as I opened her door and waited while she climbed in and buckled up.

I walked around the car and climbed into the driver’s side and took her hand in mine as I pulled away from the curb.

“Well, you can rest the weekend away. Have you talked to your brother again?”

Peyton had called me after her blowout with Knox over the phone. She was upset, angry, hurt, and it took me forever to calm her down. I’d told her to give it a couple of days and then call him to talk it through, but she refused. She told me that unless he called and apologized first, she’d not do it, and as far as I knew, he’d not called her.

“I don’t want to talk about him, please. I want to have a good weekend, watch you play hockey, and get some rest before I return to Vermont and go back to packing.”

“Fair enough, but you remember he plays on the same team.”

“Don’t remind me. I was trying to pretend he didn’t, and honestly, if he touches you again, I’ll have to hurt him.”

She was honestly adorable when she was angry, I thought to myself as I looked over at her. I placed my hand on her upper leg and gave her a light squeeze.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” she said, placing her hand on top of mine.

“You can put your stuff in here,” I said, opening the top dresser drawer I’d emptied.

“Thanks, but really, you didn’t have to. I can just keep everything in my suitcase.

I shook my head. “Not a chance.”

She smiled and began unpacking, placing her things inside the drawer.

“You can put your toiletries in the bathroom too. I made room on the right side of the double sinks. Is that okay?”

“More than okay. Thank you, but I feel you’ve sort of turned your stuff upside down to accommodate me.”

I walked over, wrapping my arms around her, and pulled her close. “I’m definitely not turning my life upside down,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips. “The drawer was already empty, and the right side of the sink wasn’t being used.” I chuckled as I kissed her neck.

She let out a giggle and hugged me tighter before turning in my arms and pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Before you continue unpacking, come with me for a minute,” I said, taking her hand in mine.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

We walked down the hall, and when I came to the closed door, I stopped. I put my hand on her lower back. “Close your eyes.”

“Clay, what are you doing?”

“Just close your eyes. I have something to show you.”

She looked at me and rolled her eyes, then closed them while smiling.

“Okay, keep them closed.”

I opened the door and gently pushed her forward, and together we stepped into the room.

“Okay, open them,” I said, flipping on the light.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room, her jaw dropping when she saw what was over against the wall.

“Clay…what is…”

“I had someone come in and paint, and I ordered in a few baby things. Not too much, because I wanted you to have a choice as well. I thought we could organize some of this while you were here this weekend.”

I watched as she moved over to where I’d placed some things I’d ordered. A crib and a gliding rocking chair, a change table and a small dresser. She ran her hand along the white crib and then sat down in the glider rocker and looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

“Wow, I can’t believe you did this.”

“Do you like the color of the room? If you don’t, we can have it redone. I’ve kept the painter on standby. I have the chips in the kitchen. I just chose what I thought would work for both a boy and a girl.”

Peyton got up from the rocker and walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and brought her lips to mine.

“It’s perfect. It’s all perfect,” she whispered as she brought her lips to mine again, this time kissing me deeper.

Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her neck as my hands explored her body. As I gripped her ass, gently nibbling on her bottom lip, she let out a moan. I lifted her up, and supporting her ass with my hands, I carried her down the hall toward my bedroom and placed her on the bed.

I knelt beside her, laying her back, undoing one button at a time on her shirt until it was open. I ran my hand down the center of her chest, down to her navel, and flicked the button on her jeans open.

She looked up at me. I could see the want, the hunger in her eyes. I felt her hand run along the inside of my thigh and then over my aching bulge. Heat ran through me as she gently squeezed my cock.

“I want this,” she whispered, her eyes innocently watching me.

I flicked the button on my jeans open and unzipped them, giving myself a little room, and bent down and kissed her lips as her hand slipped into my pants.

“I want you,” I whispered. “All of you.”

She undid the front clasp of her bra, and the moment I saw her hard pink nipples, I bent down and took one in my mouth, sucking and teasing her with my tongue and teeth. I gently bit down, only to have her jump a little as she inhaled.

“Did I hurt you?” I questioned, running my thumb over them.

“They are just a little more sensitive than normal,” she said, her cheeks flushing with color.

“Perfect,” I whispered, taking one into my mouth again.

She let out a low moan, arching her back off the bed as I gently sucked, then moved to the other side, sucking that one into my mouth.

“Feels so good.” She moaned, running her fingers through my hair.

I stood up, dropping my pants, and pulled my shirt off while Peyton did the same. As she scooted into the center of the bed, I turned, and that was when she caught sight of the bruise on my ribs.

Immediately, she reached out and placed her hand over my ribs. “What the hell happened?” she cried.

I’d forgotten about the bruise, about the kick.

“Don’t worry about it,” I mumbled, crawling into bed and taking her in my arms, kissing her.

I held myself up, resting on my forearm as my hand explored her body. I drew circles on her belly, lowering down and peppering her stomach with light kisses as she ran her hands through my hair.

I ran my hands down her legs, my fingers skimming over the skin of her inner thighs as I watched her. She was beautiful. She lay there with her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip each time I brought my fingers close to her center.

“You want that baby?” I whispered, drawing my fingers up again.

“Please,” she cried.

I drew my hand away, slowly bringing it back up, only to draw it away again as she squirmed under me, a small whimper escaping her lips.

“Please, Clay, don’t tease…”

The moment she said the word tease; I gave her what she wanted and ran my fingers through her slick center. The moan that escaped her sent a wave of excitement through my body, causing my cock to throb.

As my fingers danced over her clit, I felt her hand take hold of my cock and stroke it.

“God…it feels so good,” I whispered as she took her thumb and smeared the bead of pre-cum that had formed over the head of my cock.

She pushed me back until I was lying down on the bed, then she scooted down and took me into her mouth. I ran my fingers into her hair, resting my hand on the back of her head as I watched her take my cock to the back of her throat repeatedly.

She looked up at me, wiped her mouth, and then straddled me, bending and kissing me as she slid down onto my cock. I gripped her hips and focused on her breasts as she rocked her hips back and forth.

“Remember what I said to you the first night?” I asked, breathlessly as I tried to hold back my release.

She nodded, looking down at me, her eyes filled with want and need.

“What did I tell you?”

“That this pussy belongs to you,” she whispered.

“Does it?” I questioned.

I could feel my release coming faster than I wanted it to. I could already feel her tightening around me. She began rocking faster, and I held her hips hoping to slow her pace.

“It does…” she cried. “Only to you.”