“Yes,” she traced her fingers along his cheek, “want to do it again?”
“Without a doubt,” his mouth brushed hers, “many, many times.”
She laughed. “You did promise to make me scream.”
“Yes, I did.” He laughed, loving how open she was being with him, yet he could still see the clouds in her eyes.
She rolled half on him. “Did you mean what you said?”
“Yes,” he whispered, “every word.”
She leaned down kissing him, softly. “We will have to tell your friends,” she weaved her fingers through his ebony hair.
“My friends will stand by us, don’t worry,” he wrapped his arms around her back.
“I like Melissa and Amy.” She brushed her nose over his.
He smiled, “They like you too, which is why Melissa kept telling on you.”
“Is that why?” She asked.
“Yeah, she wanted me to fix what was wrong, so you didn’t leave.” He grinned. “She told me so, outright.”
She smiled largely. “She did? Before them, I only had Jessica as a friend since my parents died and Jessica helped me because of her mom.”
“Her mom?” he asked.
Lily stroked her fingers down Clay’s cheek. “Jessica’s mom was killed by her boyfriend when Jessica was 16.”
“Explains why she would help you and risk so much, Steven is in the band with Jason.” He watched her face, her expressions.
She tilted her head. “Jessica taught me how to do the trains.”
“What do you mean do the trains?” he asked.
“We bought multiple tickets, criss-crossed the country, got lost on the trains so we couldn’t be followed.” Lily made criss-crosses over his chest with her fingers.
He caught her fingers, brought them to his lips. “That was smart of Jessica.”
“Yes,” she giggled as he sucked her finger into his mouth. “She was kind to me.”
“Did the other guys from the band know he hurt you?” he asked, “I can’t imagine Steven letting it happen.”
Lily shrugged. “Steven rarely came to the house, he told me the house was my family’s, and I was too young to see the stuff Jason was doing.”
He sucked her finger again.
“He came to visit me in the hospital,” she murmured, “he acted strange.”
“What do you mean strange?” He asked, his tongue sliding over her fingertip.
“Steven apologized to me, said he didn’t like Jason.” She turned her head, glanced out the window then back at Clay. “He said if I ever needed anything to let him know but I was too afraid to talk to him.”
“He didn’t get along with Jason, never hung out with him.” He sucked her finger harder, holding it lightly between his teeth as he spoke. “The more I think back the more I realize Steven would look angrily at Jason when he spoke of Lizzy and leave in a rage.”
“Steven was kind to me.” She pulled her finger out of his mouth, traced his lips. “I liked him. I don’t think he knew what was going on.”
“I will have to ask him,” he said.
Lily looked up at him. “What happens now?”
“I am not sure.” He stroked her back. “We will talk to the detective, make decisions, but I promise, you don’t have to run or hide from him anymore. I won’t let him hurt you, ever again.”
She smiled into his eyes, her mouth touching his in the gentlest kiss.
“Lets get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day,” Clay brushed his lips against her head as she curled up against him happily.
Chapter 24
Lily opened her eyes, she felt so safe, so alive with Clay curled up behind her, his arm at her waist.
She glanced over at the clock. They had a few hours yet before they had to go meet the detective. Lily was thankful. Happy to be able to put this behind her, move on with her life. She was grateful Clay accepted her, scars and all.
His fingers coursed up her side, cupping her breast. “Good morning, love.” His voice was husky with sleep.
“Good morning.” Her hand moved down to lie on top of his.
He came up on his elbow, his hand massaging her breast. She rolled to her back, her fingers on his cheek, rubbing her thumb over the skin.
He squeezed her other breast. “You game?”
“Whatever you want.” She smiled.
He laughed. “That’s dangerous.”
“Oh?” She asked.
“The things I imagine doing to and with you.” He pinched her nipple lightly. “Amaze even me.”
“That’s a good thing.” She looked into his eyes. “Isn’t it?”
“Oh yes.” He teased her stomach with soft feathery strokes. “A very good thing.”
He rolled on top of her. His mouth buried in her neck, licking. He came up on his elbows, his mouth gliding across her breasts, skimming her nipples with his teeth, before sitting up on his knees.
He held his hand out to her. She put hers in his, coming up on her knees before him, automatically pressing her body tightly to his. Clay groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.
He pulled her legs over his, her pussy resting against his cock.
She began to gyrate, her juices wetting him and he slid inside. He leaned back on the bed spreading his legs, his shoulders resting flat. “Ride me,” he growled, staring at her astride him.
She licked her lips, began the motion slowly.
“No, Lily.” He fisted his hands in the covers. “Hard, fast, your hands on your breasts.”
She gripped her breasts, playing with them, using her legs she moved on him. Her fingers rubbed her nipples as she picked up her pace.
He moved his hands, opening her pussy lips, exposing her pink flesh, her engorged clit, brushing his thumb over the aroused flesh.
She squeezed her breasts tighter, her neck arching backwards as she lost herself, surging on his cock, moans falling from her lips.
His teeth clenched, watching her move on his soaked cock, her juices running down to his balls. He glanced at her face, taking in her pleasure.
Her pussy clenched his cock, a cry falling from her lips as her fingers clutched her breasts harder.
He growled deeply, his balls clenching, closing his eyes he shuddered, his hot wetness flooding her.
She collapsed on his chest, her breath heavy against his neck. “I love this. I didn’t realize it could be like this.”
“Me either,” he brushed his chin along her hairline.
“What?” She glanced up, startled.
He laughed. “Sex is so different with you, more than physical, exceeds all boundaries.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
He brushed his finger over her chin. “When I think of making love with you I want to do things I would never attempt with anyone else. I want to experience so much with you. I want you to trust me explicitly with your body, your heart, to never be afraid or embarrassed of the things we do in bed.”
She placed her elbows on his chest, resting her chin on her hands staring into his eyes.
“I want no boundaries here. If you want to try something, I want you to tell me. I want us to trust, to believe in one another enough so nothing here in our bed is off limits. If one of us isn’t sure we can discuss, try variations, but no fear, no doubts here,” he smiled at her large eyes.
He flicked her lips, cupping her cheeks. “Do you understand what I am trying to say?”
“I think so.” She leaned forward kissing him softly. “The girls over the house did strange things, watched lots of videos. I could never imagine trying any of that before, not until I met you. You want us to be free to fantasize, to experience them, without worrying the other would be embarrassed or angry.”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “I want, need you to believe in me. To always trust me with your body, to do things, to try things and know I will not hurt you. And if you didn’t like something to know I would stop. So, you are never afraid to be with me, to share with me.”
“Clay,” She kissed his nose. “I often wondered about different things involving sex and I can’t imagine trying them with any one but you.”
He kissed her hard, rolling her beneath him as he pulled out.
“I never fantasized about a woman like I have you, since the day I met you at the café, you’ve haunted me,” he confessed.
“I have?” she asked softly, surprised.
“Yes, but you hardly noticed me,” he laughed, “I was insulted. I thought just knowing who I was would be enough for you to want to come to me, to be with me, but you didn’t. And I couldn’t figure out how to convince you to want me.”
“I did notice you,” she whispered her breath rough, “but I was afraid. Afraid if you saw me, really saw me, you would be repulsed.”
“I understand.” His fingers played with her nipples. “I didn’t then. I wondered why you kept staying away from me. I thought it was obvious I wanted you.”
“It might have been.” She glanced down to where his hand played. “But I couldn’t accept, afraid of what would happen if I did.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“If I liked someone, tried to be with them, trusted them enough to tell them, show them, and they turned away from me…,” she looked into his eyes again, “it’s hard to believe, to trust.”
“You still have a hard time trusting me,” he said softly.
“Sometimes, I realized you had slept next to me the first night.” She laughed at the surprise on his face. “I didn’t understand why. In my heart, I wanted to trust you and tell you everything, but I overheard the girls say Jason was your friend and I couldn’t convince my mind to tell you.”
“Oh, I understand now.” He rested his forehead against hers. “You thought Jason and I were friends, good friends.”
“Yeah, from the way the girls talked, it sounded like you were close.” She rubbed her nose against his. “I was afraid you would hate me when you found out I was his Lizzy. I wasn’t sure if you would believe me and I was afraid to truly believe in you. If I did and you turned against me it would have crushed me.”
He stroked her face. “I would have given you a chance, but you had no way of knowing. I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to trust, and I am glad you did trust me enough to tell me. We are together now, and I have no intention of letting you go.”
“Oh, really?” She grinned.
“Really,” he whispered, “we are getting married.”
“Is that an order,” her heart raced.
“Yeah, it is,” he growled, smiling. “You will marry me, won’t you,” his tawny eyes uncertain.
“I will,” She kissed him, her dusky depths glowing with love. “Whenever you want.”
“Tomorrow,” he said.
“Okay,” she laughed, “we still have time.”
“Oh yeah,” he growled, “What do you want to do?”
“I am sure you can think of something,” she whispered.
“Oh…, I’m sure I can,” his mouth crushed hers.
Chapter 25
Clay pushed her legs open, thrusting deep, catching her gasp in his mouth.
“You drive me nuts,” he growled, pulling back, slamming deep.
She bent her legs, sliding them between his, arching with his strokes.
He reared up on his knees, grabbing her legs. He pulled them wide, his eyes on her pussy, the pink flesh.
She clenched her pussy muscles on his cock, he groaned. He arched his neck his fingers gripping her hips as he pushed in.
He leaned down and flicked his tongue over each of her nipples, then sucked, before sitting back on his knees. He grabbed her hand guiding it down to her pussy.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered, his eyes glued to her hand, “like this.” He guided two of her fingers over her pussy, running them up and down the sides.
She watched his fascination with her hand, arched her hips in time with her fingers.
He licked his lip, his eyes never leaving her hand as his hips began to pump slowly inside of her.
“Faster,” he growled.
She picked up the pace, her fingers slipping over her clit as his cock moved in and out. Her hips arching into his strokes, she glided her other hand up to her breast, squeezing.
He groaned, his eyes darting between her hands, his hips picking up the pace.
“Clay,” she cried, her body surging, her fingers tightening on her breasts. Her other hand soaked with her juices rubbed against her clit, her muscles clenching on him.
He pulled out of her, rubbing his cock, still hard and throbbing, up and down her pussy lips, brushing her fingers with his tip.
She wrapped her wet fingers around his cock, glancing up at him. His eyes were wide, wild, the passion and need scorching her.
“Your knees. Turn around,” he growled through clenched teeth.
She shifted to her knees turning around scooting backwards until her back rested against his chest.
He grabbed her legs, shoving his cock deep again. “Put your right arm around my neck,” he gritted out.
She tangled her fingers in his hair.
“Spread you legs wider and use your hand again.” He watched her hand slide down to her pussy, her fingers brushing over her wet and swollen clit.