Chapter 31
Lou: You see it? Their confidence is as shaky as a dodgy tee shot.
Chuck: Doubt’s got them spinning in circles—and it’s as painful as it is funny.
Lou: Every swing seems to come with a side of “what if?”
Chuck: And we’re just here for the show.
A soothing purr rumbles through the phone before Paloma whispers, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” She must not realize, either she or Waffles has butt-dialed me.
“I swear you and your treats. I’m going to put you on a diet!
” She speaks to her cat like he’s a grown man, and my shoulders shake with the silent laughter I’m holding in.
“Don’t you give me that look.” There is a long pause before I hear a bag of presumably kitty snacks opening, and soft coos coming from the woman I love.
Christmas is around the corner, and I need to get her, and Waffles, something, but I’ve had trouble nailing down what. I might need to rope in Selene to do some Christmas shopping. Not that my cousin would ever turn down spending money, especially if it isn’t hers.
“Clint?” She picks up the phone, realizing I’m on the other line.
“Hey, Dove. What are you and Waffles getting into tonight?” I tease her.
It's been a busy week with Janelle being in town and her uncle’s passing.
Paloma called me when she got a text with the news as I was leaving town for a few meetings to finalize Albatross sponsors.
I’ve been checking in on her throughout the week, but damn do I miss her.
“Not much. I just ordered a sausage and mushroom pizza. I’m about to watch my favorite show.”
“That fireman show? The one you and Cassidy are obsessed with?”
She laughs, and a grin stretches across my face. “Yes, that’s the one. I’ll get you to watch it eventually.” Nothing is better than the sound of Paloma’s laugh. All I want to do all day is make her laugh so I can hear it again and again.
“It’s a date. I wish I were there with you now.”
“Me too, baby. Only one more day, right?” This trip upstate to finalize the last bit of investors has us spending a few days apart, and I cannot wait to get her back in my arms.
“One more day. I promise I will be back in Cypress Lake tomorrow.”
“This is the last meeting out of town, right?” Her voice carries a whiney pitch, and though I hate to be the cause of it, my dick jumps at the neediness in her tone.
“I may have one more after Christmas. Do you want to come with me?” For a millisecond, I swallow deeply and let the small voice in my head convince me I’m an idiot for asking her to come on a trip with me after the first time. But we promised each other no more running, and I bite back my emotions.
Without any hesitation, she excitedly exclaims, “Can we make it a whole weekend? It would be so amazing to get out of Cypress Lake and enjoy something new for a while.”
“Hell yeah, we can!” A throaty laugh escapes my lips, and I stand to my feet, exuberance humming along my skin. Now whether or not the meeting happens, I’m taking my girl out for a long weekend.
“We can spend the entire weekend together. Where will it be?” she asks me, and I have no idea. But work is no longer on my mind.
“We will get our own cottage on the beach,” I reply, remembering her mentioning the beach during one of our conversations.
“The beach sounds perfect. I know it seems crazy because it's getting cold here as winter approaches. The scenery is just so beautiful, and it's been a long time since I was able to put my toes in the sand.” She pauses, maybe in thought. “Maybe I’ll pack my bikini for you.”
“I would never be upset with seeing you in a bikini, but my favorite outfit is your birthday suit.” I chuckle to myself as her laugh comes through the phone. I love her, and I can’t wait to tell her. And I will, the moment I hold her face in my hands.
“You are something else,” she snickers over the line.
“Yeah, well I’m yours either way.” I shoot back, because it's the truth. I’ve been hers for seven years, and I’ll be hers for the rest of our lives.
She hums and sounds like a calling, like a song I have no choice but to follow after. Sultry and rich and all mine. “I like you being mine, Clinton.”
“What else do you like, Dove?” The question doesn’t linger. She knows without a doubt how bad I have it for her.
“I like knowing you kept my sleep shirt after all these years.” As I’m about to respond, she continues, “I like that it’s the only thing I’m wearing right now.
I like imagining your hands climbing up my thighs.
” Her voice dips and takes on a more husky tone.
“I especially love when you spread them and eat me out like you're starving.”
And fuck, if she isn’t right. I’m starving for her. Her touch and taste.
“Believe me, baby, the thought of tasting you again is maddening.” I chuckle, but there isn't anything funny about my absolute need for Paloma. How much I want her should be illegal.
“Call me on video, baby.” Within seconds her call comes through, and I answer, turning our call into one where I can see her beautiful face. “That’s better.”
“Let me just turn on another light.”
Quickly, I stop her, not wanting her to be out of sight for a single moment.
“No, baby, the lamp is fine. I just need to be able to see you.” She sets her phone in the holder next to the bed.
Her room has a sultry feel to it. It’s dark enough where the background is only shadows, but I can make her out just fine. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
“Clinton, I—” She stumbles over her words. Her blush makes her even more sexy. I want to reach through the screen and pull her into me. Her white sheets and duvet are more hotel-like than the place I’m in, and it allows me to imagine we are in the same room.
“Tell me, Dove, what are my hands doing after they climb up those thick thighs of yours? Do you want my hands to spread you apart and fuck your pretty pussy with my tongue? Play with your clit and pump you three fingers full until you're coming all over my hand?”
“Yes, Papí,” she whispers through a husky moan.
My eyes track her chest rising and falling in quick breaths. Already missing sucking on her sensitive nipples.
“Lie back on the bed, baby.” She tosses a pillow behind her back and shimmies up the bed to lie down.
Her too-thin sleep shirt rises up her hips, and I’d have a perfect view of the brown curls at the apex of her thighs if she would spread them for me.
“If you spread your pussy open, would you be wet for me?”
Paloma’s body shivers, and she takes a shuddering breath. I bite my bottom lip as I see the shadow of her head nod. If I close my eyes I can almost feel the heat of her breath on my neck as I thrust into her.
“So. Fucking. Flawless,” I breathe.
“I want to see you too.” Paloma’s voice is breathy, but firm, and I won’t say no to my girl.
Propping my phone on the chair across from me, I sit back and let her see what only she can do to me.
Stroking my dick through my sweats before pulling my length out, it bobs, and the moan from her side of the phone makes it jump.
I squeeze it slightly and groan. “I want to feel those full lips wrapped around my dick. Watch you take every inch of me like the perfect girl I know you are. Let me see you, baby. Spread those thighs for Daddy.”
Paloma
Every single time I’ve called him Golf Daddy begins to pop into my mind, but hearing him call himself Daddy is a new kink unlocked for me…Fuck, that’s sexy.
His deep, gravelly voice dances over my heated skin as if he’s right here in this bed with me. Stroking his thick cock deep inside me. No. Rubbing it against my clit. Without another thought I do as Clinton asks.
I lie back on the pillows and pull my knees up to my chest, letting them fall open.
My nightshirt puddles around my hips. Lying in my bed like this with my pussy on display for Clint is so fucking hot.
I can’t really see Clint’s face from this angle, but I don’t need to.
Not with the way he's strangling his dick. I know he’s there, stroking himself as his eyes drink in every angle of me.
The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
This is delicious and feels naughty in the best of ways.
His voice is low, begging, as he says, “Please, Paloma, show me what you want my fingers to do.”
The feel of my soft skin beneath my hands is nothing in comparison to the heat and roughness of his calloused ones, but I show him all the same.
I don't know how much of me he can see, but I know it's enough by his uneven breathing and grunts as he strokes his dick. My mouth waters, and I can’t look away from him.
I don't want to look away as I’m transfixed by the up and down movements of his hand.
“You teasing me, baby?” he asks, knowing that’s exactly what I’m doing.
I answer him as I shudder, “Maybe I am.”
“Mm, ‘cause I thought I said I wanted to see that pretty pussy spread open,” he says, and I love that he doesn't ask. Clint challenges me, even in this.
I run my tongue over my teeth and part my lips slightly, “Actually, you asked me to touch myself, and that’s what I’m doing.”
“You’re such a brat. I want to spank your ass until it's nice and pink.”
At his words, I pull my sleep shirt up over my hips, letting it puddle further up my waist. Goose bumps erupt over my skin as my fingers trace down my breasts, up and over my hips and thighs, until I make it to the apex of my legs. I spread myself open and slip two fingers into my awaiting sex.
“You are what every fucking one of my dreams are made of.”
“I need you here, Clinton,” I moan, fucking myself with my own fingers while he strokes his dick. “See how wet I am for you?”
His warm chuckle travels over my skin as if he is right here. Electricity chases up my toes as I arch my back. “Yeah, Dove. I see you. Seeing you dripping makes me wish it was my fingers or my fucking tongue.”
Our ragged breaths are the only sounds over the speakers. I circle my fingers on my clit, the sensation pulling me closer and closer.
“Paloma,” his voice cracks and shudders as he groans my name. The sound is so sinful, so delicious. “God.”
“Yes. Yes. I need your hands on me, everywhere, need you to fill me up.” I spread myself wider for him, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy.
His low grunts slip through the speaker of the phone, and my toes curl; hearing Clint groan my name is so fucking sexy. “Paloma, Dove. I want to be so deep inside you, you can never be rid of me.”
A shuddering breath falls from my lips the more I circle my clit. “I’m so close, Clint. Come with me, please.” At my request, he pumps his hand faster.
“Gonna. Come. Dove.” My eyes are glued to the screen as I fingerfuck myself. Clint’s strong thighs are set wide, he’s stroking his hard dick as his head drops back. He’s fully gone, lost in the sensation, and I lose my grip, falling over the edge as hot stripes of cum paint his abs.
We both silently sit in the moment of ecstasy, heavy breaths shared as we come back down to reality. I drop my head back on the pillow, catching my breath.
“The only thing prettier would be seeing my cum slicked over your skin.” I mumble my agreement, still enjoying the aftermath of our phone sex. Three little words are so close to the surface, and I’m trying my best to hold on, to wait for a more perfect moment.
“Paloma,” he says, waiting for my eyes to meet his before he continues. “I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I don't think I can.” I pull my sheets around me, adjust my shirt, and sit up to give him my full attention.
“What is it?” I ask, refusing to let worry cloud this moment.
“I love you.” My mouth drops open slightly, and my eyes widen.
I wasn’t expecting him to say it. Not now, even though I was holding myself back too.
“I don’t want to push you, and I know this may not be the best time.
I would rather be holding you in my arms right now, but I can’t hold it in any longer.
I love you, Dove. It’s okay if you’re not ready to say it back. ”
“I love you too, Clint. So much.” The words rush from my mouth, and his face lights up, and I smile back at him. I wish I could kiss him and run my fingers through the curls that have grown out a bit since he first returned to Cypress Lake.
“You have made me so damn happy!” he shouts. “The moment I get back tomorrow, I’m coming to find you. I need to kiss you.”
I laugh, shaking my head at his words. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
“Yeah, and then we’ll turn on an episode of the firefighter show you keep begging me to watch.”
I can't keep in the squeal of excitement, and the smile on my face almost hurts as I yell from my bathroom, “He loves me!”
Faintly, I hear his response, “Hell yeah I do!”