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Raegan
INSIDE CLINT’S HOME, I tucked my bag next to the nightstand on what I considered ‘my side’ of the bed. Then I hesitated, and Clint noticed since he was in the bedroom with me.
“What’s wrong, Rae?”
I caught his eyes. “Were you serious about laying off getting me preggers? Or are you going to heed Mom’s advice and keep trying? I kinda need to know.”
His eyes narrowed a smidge. “Why?”
I blinked. “Because, I still have time to catch up on my missed pills. If I don’t, and you don’t keep ‘getting to work’, as you put it last night, then hate to say it, but PMS is right around the corner, my man.”
He laughed. “Shoulda led with the PMS, Rae.”
I crossed my arms. “Really! That’s what I should’ve led with? Not whether or not we’re still trying to get pregnant?”
His lips quirked, but not with humor. “Honey, pregnancy is hard enough. It was foolish of me to think we could start in on that so quick. Let’s get through the next few days and take it from there.”
After I took my pills, I found Clint laying on the couch channel-surfing. He muted the sound and crooked a finger at me.
As I cozied up to him, he wrapped his arms around me and positioned my back to his front.
“All right, Rae. What are your thoughts on Penny?”
“Um, my thoughts on Mom?”
“Yeah. Her therapist said today she needed to wean herself from the walker and that she had more strength than she gave herself credit for. I had already told you she was improving. So, how long do you think she’s going to need someone around?”
I had pressed my lips together as he spoke. I unpressed them to say, “I don’t know, but it reminds me I need to call her. Our mother-daughter spat the other day stemmed from the fact I should’ve called her while I was here, and I didn’t.”
“Are you shitting me?”
I shook my head. “No. She said we should be sticking together because of our grief. So, I’ll call her shortly. But to get back to your question, she is getting around better, but I want to be around for another three or four months.”
“That long?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Well, mainly because there are some renovations I think she needs, and it’ll probably take me a while to talk her into it.”
“That fuckin’ front door better be job one—”
I patted his forearm at my waist. “It is at the top of the list, Clint.”
“Good. She needs convincing, let me know, and I’ll be right there. Hell, Brock and Gabe will probably chime in too, if I’m not convincing enough.”
I laughed at the vision of those three men ganging up on Mom about her front door. She would eat it up with a spoon.
“Nothing funny here, Rae. What are the other renovations you have in mind?”
“I’d like to see her have either a shower stall or a walk-in tub installed, though the walk-in tub commercials never make sense to me.”
Even with my back to him, I knew Clint did a long blink at my statement. “I don’t think I want to know.”
I shifted to face him. “Clint, if it’s a walk-in tub, and you fill it... do you have to wait for the entire thing to drain in order to get out? Opening that little door should make all the water spill onto the floor. That’s even more of a slip hazard!”
“And... I was right. I didn’t want to know.”
“Stop it and kiss me, you.”
His brown eyes looked like molten toffee before he lowered his lips to mine. Lucky for me, that heat extended to our kiss. I tore myself away before things escalated.
“So, why did you want my thoughts about Mom?”
He nodded. “Right. I’m willing to live at Penny’s while she still needs help, but long term, we need our privacy, and so does she.”
“You’re right. I just worry about her getting lonely.”
His torso shook with his chuckle. “That shouldn’t be a problem, Raegan. Between Tanya’s little boys and my determination for us to start a family, she’ll be anything but lonely.”
I shook my head. “You’re right, again. And while I’m sure your swimmers have strength, you better have some patience. I hear it takes a while to get pregnant.”
He gave me a knowing look. “Yes, but we’ll damn sure put in plenty of effort to speed it up.”
“Of course you will,” I deadpanned.
He grinned. “Now, when are you setting up movers? Because I know you aren’t headed to New York on Thursday.”
“Tomorrow I’ll call around. But I will have to go up there for my clothes and such.”
His grin became a smile. “It’s the beginning of October, if we can swing a cheap airfare, we’ll have autumn in New York.”
“You always loved it at that time of year.”
His eyes danced over my face. “It’s beautiful, but only because I’m there with you, sweetheart.”
I kissed him slow and sweet, but this time he pulled away.
“Angela have a key to your place?”
My breath whooshed out of me and I nodded.
“Think you can get a hold of your super? Or is it too late in the evening for that?”
I shook my head. “No, I should be able to catch him.”
Clint sat up taking me with him. “Go and be quick. He needs to change out your locks.”
“Okay. But really, Clint, what could she possibly do?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know, but I don’t like the idea of that woman having access to your place.”
***
“YOU’RE LUCKY I LIKE you, Connelly,” Chris, my apartment super, grumbled over the phone.
I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. I owe you big time, but you’ve definitely put my boyfriend’s mind at ease.”
“I’ll be sure to tell my wife that. She doesn’t think I put anyone’s mind at ease.”
I shook my head. “I’ve met your wife, and that’s a lie. I’ll shoot you a text when I’ll be in town so I can get the new key.”
Clint carried in two “Irish Buck” cocktails, handed one to me, and sat next to me on the couch. “So, what’d he say?”
After a quick sip of my drink, I said, “Everything seemed fine. There was a pile of mail on the counter, and he would have the locks changed in half an hour.”
He swallowed. “Good.”
“Aren’t you expecting someone to come after me tonight?”
He grinned. “I only put half a shot in mine, and I’m only having one, Raegan.”
My eyes widened. “Well, you must have put the other half in my glass because this is strong.”
“You can hack it,” he said with a wink.
The tell-tale sound effect from ESPN’s Sports Center sounded, and he turned up the volume.
“It’s a Tuesday. How are there any games on?” I asked while he put his empty glass on the coffee table.
He glanced at me and back to the TV. “There’s a Major League Baseball Wild Card game on tonight.”
“Okay. On that note, I’ll go shower.”
“Watch the game with me, honey,” he said, hooking his arm around my neck. “We’ll shower in the morning.”
I looked up at him. “I’ve been known to take two showers in a day, Ramsey.”
His brow arched. “Yeah, but I haven’t had a quiet night just watching a game with you curled up next to me in close to a decade. Thinkin’ you can humor me.”
I chuckled. “I can, but baseball is still boring as hell.”
He gave me a smoldering look. “Yeah. I have distinct memories of how you alleviated your boredom.”
I laughed. Breaking free of his hold, I put my drink on the table. “You’re right, but you gotta get rid of your pants.”
“Recall you being pretty good at taking care of that for me, mamita.”
I leaned into him and shoved my hands under his shirt. “This is true, but first you have to lose the shirt. I noticed when Laura dropped by—”
“Do not talk about my sister when you’re—”
I pulled a hand out so I could put my finger on his lips, and he nipped it, making me smile. “I noticed you’ve definitely bulked up, and it would be criminal for me not to lick my way down to your happy trail.”
He leaned forward to help me get his shirt off.
I tossed it aside, and took my sweet time exploring the ridges and planes of his bulkier torso. The dips and curves were delicious, but he must have been impatient because as I tried to unbutton his pants, Clint swatted my hands out of the way and jerked his pants and his boxers down.
A rush of wet hit my pussy from seeing his erection. His cock was glorious. An ache built in my core, but I ignored it. I kissed his belly, traced a ridge which led to one side of the v of his hips. I followed down that angular plane, but Clint wrapped his hand around my hair, and I looked up.
When he spoke, his voice was husky. “Thought you were gonna lick down my happy trail?”
I grinned. “You have more than one happy trail as far as I’m concerned. Your picture-perfect hip bones making a ‘v’ damn sure makes me happy.”
He chuckled and let go of my head.
I gripped his length firmly the way he liked it. My tongue traced the vein snaking its way up his cock, and then I took him fully in my mouth, relishing the sound of Clint’s satisfied hiss. How I could forget how good giving him head could be, I would never know.
I hummed around him as I stroked faster and used more suction.
“Christ, Rae, slow down. I want this to last.”
My free hand slid to my crotch. I rubbed myself for no more than five seconds before Clint saw what I was doing.
He grabbed my wrist. “Fuck this. You’re done, mi reina.”
I pulled away. “What are you—”
He cut me off by draping me over his shoulder. As he stood, he stepped out of his pants and boxers.
Next thing I knew, I was laying on his bed, his hands at my shorts. Hunger filled his eyes. “You’re not gettin’ yourself off while you get me off.”
He yanked my shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. “Shirt off, woman.”
I sat up to take my shirt off. He laid down on his back, his head at my feet. As soon as my shirt was gone, he grabbed my hips and planted me on his face.
I hissed, then said, “It’s about time I got what I wanted.”
He swatted my ass. “Get back to business, Raegan.”
The pain gave way to pleasure, and I ground on his face. A bead of pre-cum appeared on the head of his cock and I licked it clean. Then I took him in my mouth, struggling to stay focused because Clint’s oral skills surpassed mine.
I flew off the edge into ecstasy and had to stop tending to him. He didn’t mind, if his self-satisfied chuckle was any indicator.
He rolled me to my back, turned around, and then he surged inside me. Between his cock inside me, his mouth plundering mine, and his hands at my breasts, he made me orgasm again by the time he climaxed.
***
Clint
RAEGAN CLIMBED OVER me to settle into the bed with a smirk on her face. “I thought you wanted to watch baseball?”
I gave her a hard look. “You’re gonna get spanked again, you keep it up.”
She laid a leg over mine and a hand on my chest. “I was being serious, and how do you not have a TV in here?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. Just don’t. Besides, sex with you always trumps sports.”
Her brown eyes blazed at me. “I will quote you on that at some future random moment.”
“And I will remind you how fuckin’ good this was at that very moment, too. No matter who might be around. Including your nosy mother.”
“She’s not that nosy,” she muttered to my chest.
I burst with laughter. “Oh! And I suppose Mother Teresa wasn’t that much of a saint, eh?”
She swatted my chest while chuckling. “Stop it.”
“All right, I will. Just to say, you gotta put some clothes on tonight.”
She kissed my chest, and I fought my dick getting hard again.
“Okay. Let me snuggle for another moment, and I will.”
I closed my eyes thinking how much I enjoyed this. All of it. Taking her mother to an appointment, lunch, coming back here at the end of the day. It doesn’t get any sweeter than this. As soon as the thought struck, visions of a baby added to our mix swam in my mind and I knew I was wrong. It could get sweeter, and I couldn’t fucking wait for it to happen.
***
MY PHONE ALARM WOKE us at five-thirty, which surprised me. I expected someone to come for her in the middle of the night. The fact nobody did disappointed me as much as it pleased me. I turned off the alarm, rolled back to my back, and Raegan climbed on top of me.
“Shower time!”
My hands settled on her waist. “Yeah, but how are you this damn chipper in the morning, woman?”
She grinned devilishly. “Because, now I get to finish what I started last night.”
I rolled us over. “Don’t be so sure about that. I love your mouth on me, but I love being in your pussy even more.”
Her hips rolled beneath me and she slid her eyes to the side.
“Fuck it. I’m making love to you right now, and we’ll do other naughty things in the shower.”
***
NINETY MINUTES LATER, we were both in Penny’s kitchen sipping coffee.
From over the rim of her cup, Rae asked, “So, what’s on for your day, Clint?”
I put my cup down. “Once I check in with Paul and Debenedetti, I plan to talk to some other sources.”
She put her cup down and looked at me with wide eyes. “Really? You have sources? I mean, I’m not surprised, but you sound so...”
“Professional,” I supplied.
She shrugged. “That too, but I was going to say ‘glamorous.’”
I shook my head. “Nothing glamorous about my job, Rae. You gonna eat the other half of that omelet?”
She made a face, cut what was left in half and gave some to me.
As I scarfed down the eggs, Penny entered the kitchen without her walker. From the look on her face, it took effort for her to do that. “You got a number for Tommy?”
Of all the things to come out of her mouth, I didn’t expect that.
“What do you want that for?” Raegan asked.
“He’s a friend.”
Raegan tried to hide her reaction, but anyone could see she wasn’t thrilled with that.
I spoke, so the two of them didn’t have words. “Penny, I have his number, but he’s getting info for us. It would be best if you wait until things blow over before you contact him.”
“Fine. But you be sure to give me his information.”
She turned to leave, and I said, “Penny. Know what the therapist said yesterday, but if you need the walker, use it.”
“I know, Clint. I will.”
Rae looked at me like she had something to say, but I shook my head.
She took our plates and loaded them into the dishwasher. I stood, downed the last of my coffee, and joined her at the counter. I slid my arm around her waist. “Walk me to the porch?”
If she rolled her eyes at me, she hid it well, for once.
In a low voice, she said, “I love it when you disguise a demand as a question.”
I guided her through the living room, catching Penny’s eye as we went. “I’ll see you later, Penny. Try to get back for lunch, but no guarantees today.”
She nodded.
When the door closed behind us, Rae launched in. “You cannot give her contact info for that guy!”
I cupped her cheeks. “Honey. You gotta let that go. If she wants to reach out to him, that’s her business. I won’t give her anything until this is settled for you because I want Debenedetti focused. Now, he’s got a man watching the house. Still, you keep the gun close by and don’t let your guard down. Understand?”
She nodded. “Of course. I’m more worried about you and your ‘sources’, which I’m guessing might not be the safest people to be around.”
I grinned. “Nothing I can’t handle, mamita. Give me a kiss.”