Nodding, he bit his lip. “I want you too, baby. Go get in the shower.” He dipped his head to meet her lips, grazing them softly with a tender kiss. “I’ll take care of my girl in there.”
She blushed, squeezed his denim covered balls and skipped into the bathroom. If there was ever a time he wished he wasn’t wearing cowboy boots and jeans, this was it. He teetered precariously standing on one foot while pulling off each stubborn boot. Quickly, he threw his clothes in a haphazard pile on the floor next to hers, aware of pressure building in his groin.
Walking into the bathroom, the sound of water and the smell of body wash was prevalent. He threw back the shower curtain and looked Katie up and down in all her lathered nakedness. She squealed, pulling him in by the penis, her soapy hands running up and down his hard length making him gasp. The warm spray of water rained down as their lips collided again, welcoming each other home. Fondling her breasts in his hands, he tugged and pinched her nipples relishing the sound of her panting, excited to pleasure her.
“I missed you so much,” she whispered in his ear, her tongue darting in and out, making him throb with want.
“Oh, god, baby… you have no idea how much I missed you.” His fingers slid down her backside and gripped her buttocks aggressively. “I wanna make love to you so bad.”
Her beautiful smile was a gift as she pulled back from their embrace. He watched her slowly turn around and palm the tiled walls of the shower, her glorious ass pushed out purposefully for him. Clay eased himself inside her wet folds, losing his breath in ecstasy. Holding her hips sturdily, he pumped her slowly at first before becoming aggressive, her high-pitched gasps and grunts sending him into a tizzy. During their time apart, he intentionally withheld from masturbating, pining for her in delicious pain until he could be inside her again. He knew the first time would be quick. Spilling into her with hot bursts, he struggled to breathe, his orgasm blinding and intense. He could feel her insides clench around his harness and knew she was on the brink. Bringing his hand around her leg, he quickly stroked her sensitive nub, her body jerking with electricity by his touch.
“Come for me, baby,” he urged. She moved against his hand faster and faster until he felt her tighten and shiver, screaming his name into the water. They collapsed onto the floor of the shower allowing the spray of water to shroud them in the aftermath, both of their chests heaving. Clay felt as if he could float away after the force of their bodies colliding. His eyes watered and he blinked rapidly. Somewhere inside him, he knew that he could never be away from this woman again. Not ever.
***
“Dinner was delicious Hart. Thank you for doing this.” Katie grinned at her big brother from across the table, knowing he had done it because he “owed” her for his week of laziness. He had always been the best cook in the family, often showing off at summer barbeques over the years, looking especially cute in an apron and chef’s hat just for giggles.
“Yeah, everything was great,” Clay chimed in. His arm was resting on the back of her chair, his fingers lighting touching her shoulder. If she closed her eyes and focused on his touch, it would only be a matter of seconds before a familiar fluttering would start to happen in her lower region.
When they had sheepishly come downstairs after their intense rendezvous in the shower, Katie endured some brotherly ribbing when Clay wasn’t looking. Hart had never really been around when she was with a boyfriend. This was new to him, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Much to her delight, Clay and Hart got along brilliantly as if they had known each other for years. She was glad he had explained his present situation, living under her roof, without giving away all the sordid details. He didn’t lie, but he didn’t tell the whole story either, only letting Clay know that he was between jobs and trying to figure out his next steps.
They joked over dessert and a second bottle of wine, Hart telling Clay funny family stories making him laugh out loud. Hart was good like that—always the life of the party and able to get people to relax and feel good. Katie felt alive and happier than she’d ever been being in the same room with two of her favorite men. She was eternally grateful that Clay had made a surprise visit, her days of pouting and longing a distant memory.
“So, you have to go back to Nashville tomorrow?” Hart asked, pouring the remnants of the second bottle into Clay’s glass.
“Well…” Clay paused and turned to face Katie. “I was hoping you could take tomorrow off and we could go up to my parent’s lake house.”
Katie’s eyes lit up. The thought of spending another whole day and night with Clay was a no-brainer.
“Really?” She watched a genuine smile bloom across his face, the gold flecks in his eyes drawing her in. Nodding aggressively, she lunged at him wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheeks. “Yes, of course! I’ll just call in sick!”
All three of them laughed, and the mood in the room was happy and festive.
Later, when Katie was finally lying in bed in Clay’s arms, she sighed contentedly. “You have no idea how happy I am in this moment.,” she whispered, gripping him a little tighter.
“Oh? How happy are you?”
Snuggling into his shoulder, she closed her eyes. “You’re everything to me, Clay. It just feels right when we’re together. Do you know what I mean?” She could feel him nod against the pillows.
“Yes. I know exactly what you mean.”
They lay there for several minutes on the edge of sleep. “Katie?”
“Hmmm,” she answered sleepily.
“What would happen if I never let you go?”
Smiling, she kissed his jawline while her eyes remained closed. “That would be a dream come true.”
