“Those five women discuss everything when they get together. A little wine and you won’t have any secrets left.” He smiles over at me again. “Our only defense is poker night. When Grayson gets back, we’ll get Colin to host one while you’re here. Having the intimate details of your sex life discussed doesn’t seem so bad once you’re drunk.” We clink our bottles together in a silent toast.
“Well, I should get home to prepare for the eruption from Lily over her brother’s latest antics.”
Matt drops me at the hotel with a promise to have us over soon. My room looks like a bit of a storm has hit it. I didn’t have much time to dress before the wedding, so my stuff is just thrown around. By the time I hear from Claire, I’ve picked the mess up, unpacked and finished a shower.
Claire: Where are you?
I tell her where I’ll be staying for the month along with my room number.
Alex: Is everything ok? Make it home?
I turn on the TV, standing in the middle of the room with a towel wrapped around me. If it’s going to be a solo night, I might as well find something to watch.
Claire: Not yet.
Flopping on the bed, I start flicking through the channels.
I’m half asleep when there is a knock on my door. Tossing the remote on the nightstand, I notice I’ve stopped on Cinemax After Dark. Figures. Crossing to the door, I look out of the peephole before opening the door.
“Claire?” I ask as she stands looking at me. Her gaze makes a slow perusal down my body before I remember I never changed from the towel. “Come in. I’ll put on some clothes.”
I turn to walk into the bedroom when I hear moans coming from the TV. “Christ!” I say, grabbing for the remote, almost losing the towel. I hear a smoky laugh behind me as Claire takes in the scene.
“I see you’ve managed to find something to do with your night.” She grins at me. I desperately work to get the TV to shut off. The towel falls completely off from around my waist, so I’m just holding it in front of myself at this point. I finally get the stupid TV to shut off, throwing the remote at the dresser sitting under it.
“When I fell asleep, there was a movie on,” I squeak out trying to rewrap the towel. Did I just squeak like I’m still going through puberty? I clear my throat before continuing, “I dinnae make a habit of watching porn withoot my clothes on.”
“So you watch a lot of porn in your clothes?” she asks, grinning at me.
“Naw, I dinnae mean that either.” I stop wrestling with the towel, looking up at the ceiling, trying to reorganize my thoughts. “I mean, I dinnae watch much porn at all.” My towel takes that exact moment to fall to the floor, exposing my sizable erection.
“Of course,” I say right before hearing Claire snort out a laugh. “I dunno why I’m always so awkward around ye?” The porn didn’t cause the erection, being around her did. It always does.
“Well,” she says, looking at me. “If I get naked, will you still feel so awkward?” She slides her T-shirt over her head, exposing the corset she wore under her dress earlier.
“Whit dae ye have on?” I whisper hoarsely, feeling myself get even harder.
“Do you like it?” she asks shimmying out of her jeans. “I wanted to look good in my dress tonight.”
“Ye look fucking amazing,” I growl at her. “I think it’s a good thing I dinnae know ye had that on earlier.”
“Why is that?”
“I’m sure I would have fucked ye against one of the trees before walking back tae the dormy house.” When she gives me a confused look, I ask, “Whit has ye confused? Being fucked or the dormy house?” She holds up two fingers. “Clubhouse.” She continues to stare at me, her head tilting slightly to the side. “Whit?”
“Just wondering if the bark would hurt my back.”
“That’s whit ye took oot of that statement?” I ask her, frowning. She shrugs her shoulders then smiles up at me. “Claire,” I rumble out. At least it’s not an unmanly squeak this time. “Ye drive me crazy.”
Reaching down, I wrap my arms around her waist, picking her up. “Kiss me quickly, before I say something else,diteit.” She slides her legs around me while grabbing onto my hair. Pulling herself up my body, she slams her mouth onto mine.
“I don’t know what that means, but I like when you say my name,” she moans when we come up for air.
“Claire?” I ask.
“It sounds so much better coming out of your mouth than anyone else’s. You roll the r slightly. I don’t know. It just sounds so...lustful.” Her face turns a slight shade of pink.
“Then I’ll say it all the time...Claire.” She pulls herself up again, using my hair, to kiss me. “Claire?” She moans a response at me as she kisses me deeper. “It’s been weeks. I’m naw gonnae last long if ye keep dragging yerself against me like that.” She laughs before I toss her onto the bed.
