Chapter 36
Lou: I think we should see our way out. The heat is about to turn up.
Chuck: I know, but it’s hard to look away. Clinton’s ready to be the shoulder she leans on.
Lou: More like her immovable mountain. And that’s exactly why it keeps us hooked.
When I look into his eyes, it's like he can see all of me. All the pain, the past, the scars, and he still chooses me as much, if not more, than I choose him. This isn’t just sex. This is more—this is coming home.
Clinton thrusts into me again, and I groan at the nickname he gifted me. “Dove. You feel so damned good.”
With each thrust he drives into me, I bounce on his dick. Feeling him fill me so completely spreads heat throughout my body, from the top of my head to my toes. It’s like the tides break as he thrusts into me.
“I love you,” I say in a hushed tone. Clint kisses up the column of my neck. “I love you,” I moan again, because no other words can account for how he makes me feel, even if those three little words aren’t enough.
“I love you too, Dove. So much.” His voice is soft. I circle my hips, grinding into his, and when he bites into my neck, just enough to leave his mark, my orgasm hits me. “So pretty. So perfect. All mine.” His voice is a whisper as I scream his name.
Clint’s thrusts become faster, harder, and I sit back, holding myself up on his shoulders to watch him unravel completely. It doesn’t matter I just came, my body is already working up to another release as I bounce against him, loving how he loses himself while inside of me.
“God, you’re—” Whatever he was going to say is lost as I kiss him deeply with a hunger I didn’t even know I had.
He reaches down between us, circling my clit as his thick member rubs against my G-spot.
This orgasm shatters me, and I collapse into his arms, resting my head on his shoulder as I feel his release fill me.
He wraps his arms around me and leans his head back against the pillows there. Our breathing syncs as we take in deep breaths, trying to come up for air.
As our breathing slows, we don’t move from each other. Though we have done this before, somehow this feels new, like he truly sees me for all I am, or maybe it's the first time I’ve really let him.
There's nothing else but us.
Just Clint and me.
Clinton traces an unknown pattern on my back, and I make lazy lines along his chest, enjoying the feel of him all over me.
I exhale against his heated skin, and for the first time in a very long time, I feel at peace.
It's not the kind you seek out when you need a quiet place, but the sensation you finally feel when you are exactly where you’re meant to be.
Kissing the top of my head, he says, “Come on, let's get cleaned up and order pizza.” Before I can climb off of him, he stands, lifting me into the air.
I giggle. “You don’t even know where you’re going. Just put me down, you caveman.”
He hums before he teases me, “I like the sound of being your caveman, Dove. Now give me some directions because I’m not putting you down until I have no other choice.”
“Down the hall, second door on the right.” I laugh, laying my head on his shoulder.
When we make it to the bathroom, he finally lets me down, and I turn the shower on.
I step under the hot spray of water, and Clint joins me, cleaning me up just like he said he would before dirtying me all over again.
The water is cool by the time we get out.
He finds his pants still on the floor in the living room and makes a call to a local pizzeria.
When I finally make it out of my room and back to Clint, I find Waffles in his lap and our clothes neatly folded in the chair next to them. My heart swells at seeing my boys bundled up together. My boys.
“Pizza should be here soon, baby. I made some tea while you were drying off. Come sit with us.”
“You know, he doesn't like men,” I reply, cozying up next to them.
Clint puffs his chest, and I smirk. “Well, he seems to like me just fine,” he says as he scratches Waffles under his chin. The fluff ball purrs loudly, and I rub his soft fur and zone out watching what Clint has on TV—a PGA tournament, of course.
The doorbell rings, and Clinton is up out of his seat, answering the door for the pizza. I watch as he heads straight to the kitchen, like he’s always been here, like he’s comfortable. With two cups of sweet tea and a plate piled with pizza, he walks back over to where I’m sitting on the couch.
“I have one of my favorite movies ready to go, so let’s do this.” He snuggles in next to me, and I take a huge bite of pizza. “Shit, shit, shit.” The cheese is hot and burns the roof of my mouth, but it’s too good to put down.
“You know, Dove, hot pizza is meant to be blown on first so you don’t burn that pretty mouth of yours.” His words send tingles right to my core. Damn him—I fucking love it.
The movie begins to play. It's an action-packed comedy of two cops trying to save this woman they barely know. Again, a favorite of mine. “I’ve watched this movie so many times, I can recite the lines.”
“It's one of my favs too. Selene and I used to watch it all the time,” he says, and it makes me smile. I love that we share this small detail.
We spend the rest of the night cuddling on the couch and making sure Waffles doesn't steal any pepperoni.
We play cards, and he tries to teach me how to maintain a poker face, which is impossible because my face can be read from a mile away.
It's the absolute best night I’ve had in a long time, and it's because of him.