Chapter Twelve
After a couple of days of leaving work promptly at five to eat dinner with her family, Clover had agreed to stay and work late again. As usual she was highly skeptical of Sam’s claim that there was urgent work to be done that could not possibly wait until tomorrow and could not be completed by anybody else. And as usual, she was happy to find out what his real motives were.
It was just as well she wasn’t driving home yet, she thought; a thunderstorm had rolled in and was lashing the county with gusts of wind and sheets of rain.
“It looks like a typhoon out there,” Clover said. “I forgot how stormy Florida gets.”
Forks of lightning split the sky, followed by deep booms of thunder. “I can’t let you drive home,” Sam said solemnly. “We’ll have to go to my house to wait this out. Work can wait.”
“Suddenly work can wait? And it’s safe to drive to your house but not the boarding house?”
“I live a quarter-mile from here. The boarding house is five miles away, on winding, treacherous roads.”
“Sam McCoy, I suspect you of ulterior motives,” Clover said happily, and let him lead her out to his truck, protectively holding an umbrella over her head.
They were drenched when they ran into his house. Sam lived in a white two-story Colonial Revival style house, with a gabled roof and columns on both sides of the door.
“Big house,” Clover observed as she stood dripping onto the marble floor on the foyer.
“Very big. My parents raised my brother and me here. Now that they’ve passed away, it’s just Jeffrey and me, although he’s talking about studying abroad. It’s too empty here.” Sam was casually shucking his clothes as he spoke.
“It is lovely. Your parents had excellent taste in decorating.” She looked at the room beyond him, the broad-planked floor and the arrangement of antiques in a shabby chic style.
“Thank you. By the way, when I said it was too empty here, that was a hint. I have plenty of room here. Room for a big family. Room for a family that I hope will grow even bigger someday.”
Was he really hinting at what she thought he was hinting at? He wanted her and her family of juvenile delinquents to move in with him?
He had his boots, socks, and shirt off now, all piled on a wooden bench that sat under a row of coat hooks. He looked like a magnificent Greek god, his smooth skin rain-wet and glistening.
“Are you entirely sure that you have anticipated what it would be like to have a large family living here?” she asked. “I’m not thinking of any particular family. Just in general.”
“The house would no longer be so quiet and I’d have fun dealing with the catastrophe of the day. I don’t like peace and quiet. If I did, I wouldn’t have the job that I do.” He was completely naked now, and rock hard. His thick, hard cock jutted upwards to point at the ceiling. “By the way, what’s wrong with this picture? I’m naked and you’re not.”
With trembling fingers, Clover began unbuttoning her shirt. She didn’t know if she was shivering from being soaking wet and mildly chilly, or from the impact of what he was asking her. Offering her.
Settle down? Here in Blue Moon Junction? Staying in one place would be hugely beneficial to their family. If her parents ever decided to resurface, she could put her foot down. Insist that they stop moving the kids around and wandering around like gypsies.
Still, it was a huge, life-altering decision. She didn’t want to rush into it, because if things didn’t work out for them, she might have to uproot them yet again.
Better to concentrate on the here and now…like how he’d moved to help her unbutton her shirt and was hungrily ripping it off her.
“Before I make any decisions, I’d need to see how comfortable the bedroom is,” she said, stepping out of her pants.
“Let me lead the way.”
She followed him, marveling at how completely comfortable she felt being naked with him. Walking through the house naked. She didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious about the rolls of fat on her stomach or her fleshy thighs.
The bedroom had pine floors and a king-sized bed with a black-and-gray plaid comforter that looked silky and smooth.
Sam sprawled back on the bed, all long limbs and swelling muscles…and his muscles weren’t the only thing swelling. His cock jutted up proudly from its nest of curls, twitching slightly. Clover couldn’t take her eyes off it. She desperately wanted him inside her, stroking her skin, moaning as he thrust into her.
She walked towards the bed, aware of his eyes on her heavy breasts, her thighs, the soft curve of her stomach. It wasn’t the evening chill that had her nipples hardening to sensitive points.
She straddled him, savouring the pressure of his rigid dick against her pussy as she kissed him thoroughly, flicking her tongue against his and sucking on his lower lip. He returned her attentions with tender passion, running his hands down her back and over the fleshy curves of her hips and ass.
He moaned into her mouth and flexed his hips upwards, pressing his cock even more firmly against her core, and she sat up, her chest rising and falling as she took his erection into her hand and guided it towards her entrance.
Her pussy was slick and slippery with excitement and she savoured the feeling of his heat as she rubbed the head of his dick against her, up and down, mingling his precum with her own juices. Sam shifted eagerly beneath her, grasping her hips and fighting to take the maddening friction without thrusting inside her.
