Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Shew,” Clementine says once the power is back on. I set the flashlight out just in case.
I walk around to where she’s standing, trapped in the middle of a minefield of Christmas everything. “You alright, sweetheart?” I grip her hips to pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I am now.” The kiss she gives me is soft, subtle, and leaves me wanting a whole lot more. Unfortunately, the sound of a tree breaking puts a stop to everything. Clementine’s body locks up tightly when she hears the noise of the branches and more than likely a trunk hitting the ground. That’s going to make a mess of some kind. My only hope is that nothing is damaged, especially the animals.
“Love that, sweetheart, so damn much, but I gotta go outside and check everything.” Clementine slides down my body and plants her feet on the ground.
“I’ll go with you. Two pairs of eyes are better than one.” I shake my head.
“Clementine, I’m not sure what I’ll find. I don’t want you to see something that’ll cause you nightmares or have something happen to you. Plus, I’d rather keep Jazzy girl inside with you. Already know Nala will do whatever she chooses,” I explain.
“How about this: I’ll watch from the porch and promise not to attempt to cook your steak. This way, I can keep my eye on you, and I won’t burn down the kitchen in the process,” she counteroffers.
“That works. You really that bad in the kitchen, sweetheart?” I’ve noticed she’s yet to offer to cook. She’ll clean as we go and especially after.
“Well, I can do the basics, but other than that, I’m a lost cause,” she admits without seeming to feel bad about the issue.
“You keep on being you. Now go bundle up and meet me in the mudroom. I’ll flip the part to keep Jasmine inside, so Nala might scratch at the door to get in or out,” I caution her. My Great Pyrenees can be a bit dramatic, a lot like my cat.
“I’m glad because I’m not sure you can teach me how to cook. Lennie tried. It was awful. She told me in no uncertain terms to never offer her a meal that doesn’t consist of spaghetti, Crock-Pot meals, sandwiches, and maybe meatloaf on a good day.” So fucking adorable, and she’s so fuckin’ mine.
“Works for me, cooking you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It’s not a hardship.” I pause to take a deep breath. “Let’s get moving. The faster I assess the situation, the sooner I can take you to bed.”
“Yes, please.” I drop another kiss to her soft and pretty mouth. From there, we both head our separate ways. Clementine climbs upstairs, I head to the mudroom, and once this fucking snowstorm calms its shit, I’ll be taking her into town and getting her fitted for real snow gear. If my woman wants to be outside, she’ll be doing it while staying warm.
CHAPTER 15
Clay
“Clay?” Clementine grabs my attention. Her back is to my chest, my legs are spread, and she’s wedged between my thighs. We’re sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. The tree is in the corner, the white lights slowly twinkling. Everyone is settled in for the night, humans as well as animals. I’ll still have to go check on things in the middle of the night before I can get some sleep. These damn storms mean you have no kind of schedule; you’re at the mercy of watching and waiting it out.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” She looks at me with mischievousness in her eyes.
“I want to suck you.” My cock perks right the fuck up at her words. It doesn’t take much when it comes to her. When she slipped upstairs after dinner and cleaning up only to return wearing one of my shirts and a pair of socks, also mine, I knew my cock would get zero relief, especially when my hand slid up her shapely body, cupping her ass and feeling what she had on beneath the fabric of my black shirt. Absolutely fucking nothing.
“Not going to deny you that. Can’t promise you’ll be finishing me with your mouth when you’ll be naked while sucking my cock.” I drag the tips of my fingers along the tops of her thighs. The shirt comes up with it, and she rocks her hips when it gets stuck beneath her.
“Clay,” she moans my name, spreading her legs and giving me the prettiest goddamn view. Wetness soaks her bare pussy and the inside of her thighs.
“Thinking about your mouth around my cock gets you this excited?” I already know the answer.
“You know it does.” Her arm wraps around my shoulder, fingers finding purchase in my hair the closer I get to her cunt. Her scent permeates the air, making me jones to explore how long she can stand me teasing what we both want. She’s yet to suck my cock, a fact she’s been complaining about for the past few days. And since it’s Christmas Eve, and neither of us has presents for the other because getting out of here during a snowstorm is damn stupid, I’m going to let her have what she wants, but first, I’m going to get a taste of my own. Too bad it won’t be directly from the source this time.