Chapter 8
8
CLEMENTINE
N othing serious. The lung healed up on its own in a few days. Didn't even need it drained or a night in the hospital.
The ribs, on the other hand, took a few weeks to make sure they were back in proper order. Three weeks of Gunner fussin' and fawning all over me; making sure I didn't do anything to injure myself again while he moved me out of my one-bedroom trailer out in the staff housing and into his two story place up near the main house where his mother still lives.
Three weeks of eating what the man calls cooking and lying around at nights much later than I normally stay up talking and laughing and fighting over which movies to watch while he rubs my feet...and once I was feeling up to it, other things as well.
He's impossible to live with.
Gunner's got a protective streak in him that runs even wider than the stubborn one, fussing over me all the time like I'm one of those fragile blossom type girls.
God help me when I give in to his crazy talk about starting a family together.
Of course I'm going to marry the infernal old grump.
He's right, we're too good together to let this slip through our fingers. I knew it that first night together. It just took me some time to get used to the idea.
"You ready for bed, darling?"
"Call me darling Clementine and we're going to have a problem, O'Leary."
Letting him pull me to my feet, he wraps me in his arms and softly sings the stupid song my parents named me for.
If he was anyone else, I'd knee him in the balls, but not only am I going to need him uninjured for the next hour or so-- I might secretly kind of like hearing the way his deep voice makes the hokey old song sound oddly romantic against my ear. And dirty. But that's because he's made up several new verses just for me.
"And if you don't get your sweet ass naked and in my bed, we're going to have a problem too, darling."
His hands are already wandering, squeezing my ass as he pulls me up against him, letting me feel how hard he already is for me.
"You still showing that thing off like it's supposed to impress me?"
Truth of the matter is, the man has more than enough to impress any girl. He'd probably scare the hell out of a girl that didn't know what to do with it. But I like giving my man grief, almost as much as I enjoy showing him that I know exactly what to do with the thick length pressed into my belly at the moment.
"I know how to impress you."
Gunner runs the scruff of his jaw along my collar bones, his mouth working hot kisses along my throat and then along my shoulder as he pops open the buttons on the flannel shirt I stole from his closet.
By the time his mouth closes over my hard nipple, I've lost my playful attitude as well as my balance.
The man does, indeed, know how to impress me.
With my back against the wall and Gunner on his knees in front of me, I'm in heaven right here in the hallway.
"Damn you, O'Leary..." But the words come out slurred and breathless.
My curse is answered with a smug grunt, but he doesn't have anything to say-- his mouth is busy.
He works his thick fingers along the seam of my sex, taking pride in the wetness that coats his fingers and tongue as he licks along the creases and teases my entrance till I'm moaning and begging for release.
"You wanna come for me right here in the hall, darling?" His voice is thick with desire as he speaks against the crease of my thigh while he drives two of his fingers deep inside me and moves them till I'm panting and squirming.
"You like getting me so worked up that I can't even wait to get you in the bedroom before I need to get a taste of your hot little pussy?"
His dirty mouth takes its fill of me again, this time locking over my swollen clit and working his tongue over the bud till I'm grinding on his face, one hand gripping the top of his head and one leg thrown over his shoulder so I can hold him in place till he finishes what he's started.
"Tell me, Clem."
How he manages to pull that wicked mouth off of me with the grip I've got on him, I don't know, but the loss of his tongue on me has me ready to cry.
"Tell me how much this greedy little cunt wants to come all over my face and I'll make it happen."
"Make it happen, O'Leary, or I'm going to knock you on the floor and take it from you."
Our eyes meet and we both laugh, but the levity is short-lived because we both love the power play and he knows I'm good for my word-- he found that out when he was too worried I hadn't healed enough yet to give me what I wanted.
"Do it, Gunner, make me come for you, baby."
Gunner
She looks down at me and from where I'm kneeling between her thick thighs, the view is absolutely gorgeous. All soft, naked curves hard nipples, messy dark wheat-colored hair, and troubled expression as she fights to keep that sassy demeanor in place.
Then her features soften and I know she's giving in for me.
Clem's voice goes soft and low. The sweetness of surrender steals the sass from her as she lets me have full control.
"Please, Gunner, I need to come now."
I know good and well that my woman isn't shy about taking the reins, but there's a part of her that thrives on letting go for me when I'm in charge.
And when I hear her voice trembling like this, knowing she's trusting me with her vulnerability-- it does something to me.
It wakes up something primal that drives me to provide her with whatever she needs. Right now, that's the orgasm I promised her.
When I hear her asking so sweetly like I told her to, I can't keep either of us waiting any longer.
Keeping Clem pressed up against the wall, I get further between her legs so both of her knees are draped over my shoulders. Now she has to trust me to hold her up.
Her juices are dripping down my chin and it makes me want more.
I work her clit with my tongue while I barely manage to work a third finger inside her.
That's all it takes to send her spiraling over the edge. Her pussy clenches around my fingers so tight it has my cock straining for its turn.
The house echoes with the sound of Clementine's climax. I love hearing the unrestrained noises she makes when I'm making her lose her mind like this-- but I'll be adding sound proofing to our bedroom when we start our family.
When the last spasm of her body seems to have relaxed, I set her on her feet and get to mine. My knees are going to have rug burn from the carpet runner down the hall but they'll be battle scars I'll wear with pride.
"Nuh uh," I caution as Clem's hand slips around the root of my cock and she starts to sink to her knees. "I want you on your knees, darling, but not like that."
My hand connects to her bare ass with a loud smack that sounds like a dinner bell to my dick. The fucker can't get any harder, but it jumps with anticipation as I chase Clem up the stairs to the master suite.
Stopping inside the door to rid myself of the jeans and briefs that I was still wearing, I look up and see the prettiest little pink pussy winking at me from between her spread thighs as she kneels on the center of the bed and looks back at me with a grin that says "come and get it."
I am not a man who needs to be told twice.
"You keep looking at me like that and there's no way I'm gonna last, darlin'."
"Then stop admiring the view and get inside me, O'Leary."
The sound that leaves my chest is nothing short of feral.
Crawling onto the bed behind her, I push the tail of the flannel shirt up to give me a better view of Clem's luscious ass, and torture myself a little longer while I run my hands over the narrow indention of her waist and along the swell of her hip before trailing a finger between her cheeks and sliding through the dampness leaking out of her.
Fuck, she's hot, and she's tight, and she's pressing back against the tip of my dick as I line up to her.
Then we both move, slamming bodies together in unison till I'm so deep inside her heat that I see stars.
"Baby, you gotta give me time to breathe before you move like that." I grunt the words out while I adjust to the feel of her around my shaft.
We've been at it for a couple of weeks now and I'm not sure I'm ever going to get used to the way Clem's body squeezes and pulses around me.
Reaching between her legs from underneath, I feel her fingers stroke my balls and there's no more time for teasing.
Rearing back, I relish the little whimper she makes at my retreat, but it's the loud moan I get from her when I thrust back in that spurs me on to do it again, and again, until both of us are grunting and grappling; Clem with her hands twisted in the sheets beneath her, me with my fingertips gripping her hips so hard she'll have battle scars of her own in the morning.
Sweat drips off my brow and I clench my jaw, determined to ride out the storm that I can feel brewing in the increasing flutters of Clem's vise grip around my desperate cock.
But when she's bucking beneath me and calling out my name like I'm her goddamn hero, I lose my senses.
It's just me and Clem and our bodies coming together with wet sounds and our hard breaths, then the tingle in my spine and the tension in my balls right before everything narrows to a pinpoint while I empty myself deep with a guttural roar as my seed paints Clem's womb with a primal effort to take root.
"When are you gonna let me put a baby in here?" I ask sleepily with my head resting on her stomach. My hand runs over the soft hills and valleys of her body, and I'm eager to see how they'll change when she's growing my child.
"Thought maybe we'd do things in order," she murmurs somewhere above me, with her hand sliding through my hair softly. "Maybe get the preacher and the license first; plan a party, invite our friends and family. Then we can worry about hiring me an assistant to take over the parts of the job I won't be able to do when you knock me up."
"Does that mean you're finally agreeing to let me put my ring on your finger?"
This is news. I've been after her for weeks. I've known for a while that she'd made up her mind, but this is the first time she's mentioned it out loud for me to hear.
"Yeah, yeah, O'Leary, I'm gonna make an honest man of ya, so you can stop your worrying."
"A man never stops worrying over a woman like you, darling."
Crawling up her body gets me hard all over again and I know by the time I get to her sweet lips that she's going to sass me about having to get up early to be back at work.
I also know she won't be sassing for long.
Just like I know she'll be sassing me for the rest of our lives.