Chapter 6 Clayton
Clayton
Another night with Rachel in my bed.
Another night of her intoxicating presence.
Does she feel this too? Or is it just me?
The rain gusted hard, spraying drops against the window, and she shifted closer, snuggling into my arms.
She had to know what she was doing to me.
I hadn’t been able to think straight since the moment she’d appeared on my porch.
Rachel made the concept of sleeping with the enemy seem awfully enticing.
But I knew in the morning any pretense of civility between us would disappear.
Because we were about to be on opposite sides of a claim.
I told my cock to behave itself, but it was almost impossible, especially when she rested her head on my chest, her hand landing low on my belly. I almost came on the spot.
Just a few more inches to Nirvana, baby. Just a few more inches down.
I spent the next twenty minutes lying on my back, trying not to move while she snuggled against me like I was her personal body pillow.
Then she slung a leg over me and I melted in place, precum dribbling from my tip.
Hot damn, this whole situation was going to end up going bad. I just knew it.