“Ben.” Damien knocks on the door. He has no idea how hard I’m going to kick him in the head when I get him alone.
“Hold on,” I say, moving away from her.
“Clara we need you, please come work for us.”
Her face scrunches up and what I’m afraid is fear takes over her features. “Is that such a good idea?” Her voice is low and raspy.
I want to strip her out of her clothes and touch every part of her body until she doesn’t have a voice. “It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.”
The fear stays on her face, but she doesn’t say no, so I take it as a yes.
“You can come in.” I stand up and adjust myself just before my brothers and Willie come back in. “She’s in.”
Clara stands and Axel and Damien both rush to hug her. Willie comes over and slaps me on the back with a knowing look. “She’s a keeper.”
I wait for the denial to burst from my throat, for the terror of being shackled down to one woman overwhelm me, but the crazy thing is it doesn’t.
“I know.” I say to Willie before going over to join the celebration.
Clara’s quiet as I drive her home. She picks at her nails refusing to glance up from them. I’m unsure if I should let her think or if I should reassure her she made the right decision, which is a new concept for me. Figuring out what women want used to be a special power of mine, but with Clara I’m powerless.
I put the Range Rover in park but leave it idling. The uncertainty of where we are is straining against me. I want to make it right, but before I can say anything she looks at me through her lashes and blows my mind with her next words.
“Do you want to come in?”
I want to laugh. She has a way of catching me off guard. “Do you want me to?”
She lets out a nervous laugh and jumps out of the car. I watch in fascination as she walks over to my side and opens the door, turning off the car before reaching out her hand.
I take it and walk behind her as she pulls me toward her door. I watch the sway of her ass and it’s too much for me. With a quick pull, Clara lands in my arms. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me, grinding on my hardness as I run the last bit to her townhouse. Her body bumps into the door and we devour each other. My lips are everywhere and still not enough.
Clara fumbles with her keys and I help her, feeling victorious when the door swings open and we stumble in. Clara’s hands are pulling at my shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor. I take her lead and the sound of material ripping as her glorious tits are exposed is a sound I’ll forever equate to heaven. The red lace bra has her breasts pushed up to the max as if they’re a sacrifice and I don’t hesitate to take what’s offered.
Ah, this girl is so everything.
My lips find her nipples as I pull down her bra revealing the softness underneath. Clara bucks against me as I suck on one of her peaks while pinching the other. We collapse on her couch and Clara’s hands pull at my belt in hurried movements. I help her take it off as I slide her skirt up until it’s bunched at her waist.
My knees hit the floor and I pull her to the edge of the couch. Clara’s matching red panties are soaked. I give her a smile before ripping off the flimsy lace. Her pink pussy glistens and she’s so ready for me. I want to go slow, but the sight of her takes away my patience.
My tongue swipes over her wetness. Clara's hips shoot off the couch. I use my forearm to keep her still as I use my other hand to open her, giving me what I want. I force myself to take my time, licking and sucking, getting to know what she likes and what drives her wild. Clara’s hands tug my hair, pulling me closer to her. My hand snakes up her body and I’m surprised when Clara takes one of her hands out of my hair and leads my hand to her breast.
My finger slides into her and she moans out.
“You like that don’t you?” I ask, taking my face from her. She doesn’t reply and instead pulls my head back down. I grin as I add another finger, pumping it in and out as my tongue and lips work on her clit. I circle her clit, making it tighter and tighter until I’m in the middle sucking on it as it slides over my lips.