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“Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, True.” Clay pulls me in for another kiss.
“Fuck me. Make love to me, Clay,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pressing our bodies together. I feel his hardness, and I can’t resist grinding against him, loving the friction, but needing more.
“Anything for you, True,” he groans, and as I lift my hips, his tip presses to my entrance, and I slowly slide down onto him. He’s big. Long and thick, and I moan against his lips when he’s fully inside me. I lift up, and drop back down, rocking my hips forward, and Clay curses. “Fuck, True… So tight. Feels so good.”
Clay kisses my wet skin, tugging my hair, and whispering my name as I fuck him. I can feel he’s close when he grabs my hips and spins us. He stands, and I hang on tight as he climbs out of the tub, never pulling out of me. My ass hits the cool counter, making me hiss until Clay pulls me to the edge, and I have to lean back on my hands. I watch him, as he pulls out of me slowly, and then pushes back in, just as slowly.
It’s torture, but when he uses his thumb to circle my clit and picks up his speed, I can feel my core tightening around him.
My breath hitches, and as I come hard, Clay’s cock pulses inside me, making my pleasure that much better, especially since his emotions and desires flood me with contentment, happiness, and love. His thrusts slow, as we both come down from the orgasm, and I pepper kisses all over his face.
We’re wet, panting, and making a mess all over the bathroom, but I can’t be bothered to care. I’m floating in the clouds. When Clay eventually pulls out, he presses a kiss to my nose and helps me off the counter.
“Get dressed, I’ll clean up,” he says, and I somehow make it to my room on wobbly legs, but rather than get dressed, I pass out on my bed. Clay will wake me when he’s finished.
11
True
Inervously nibble my lip as I pace around the kitchen and do some cleaning. I can’t think about anything else, except the night I just had with Clay, and wonder if I could possibly be any happier. Sleeping with a charge is probably one of the biggest no-nos any Cupid can make, but I just can’t find it in me to care at this moment. Tonight is Clay’s gallery opening, and I plan to be there to support him. Until then, I just need to get through the day.
I can still feel his hands wandering along my body and his lips caressing my own. I’ve been with several men in my long lifetime, but none have made me feel the things I feel today.
I’m sure Milo and Bellamy were wondering what was up with me when they left this morning, and even Cooper made a comment as I walked him to his morning bus about how cheery I was. More so than usual, that is. Clay, on the other hand, made it a point to leave for the gallery after the others, so he could give me a much more intimate goodbye.
My confidence in him has basically gone from next to nothing when I first came here to being through the roof. It was actually nice to see the change.
It feels like nothing could ruin my mood today. Not even the weird mold that was growing under the kitchen sink that I had to scrape and wipe away.
But boy was I wrong.
My phone ringing pulls me out of my blissful little cloud. Grabbing it, I don’t recognize the number but answer it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Cooper Harrison’s nanny?” a soft feminine voice asks.
My heart stills. “Yes, may I ask who’s calling?” I reply, my good mood now completely shattered and replaced with pure anxiety.
“Oh, this is Ms. Hankins from PS 31. We had a situation at the school and weren’t able to reach his father. We thought it best to contact you as you’re listed next on the emergency contact sheet.”
My heart drops and then races. “What happened? Is Coop okay?”
“He’s fine, but he’s been in a fight with another classmate, and we need you to pick him up, as he’s being sent home for the day.”
I was already grabbing my keys the second she said ‘fight.’ “I’ll be right there.” I hang up and rush to slip on my shoes and get to the school.
My mind is a confused mess as I drive. Cooper isn’t the kind of kid who gets into fights. He’s the sweetest and most shy boy I’ve ever met. What could possibly have brought this on?
I call Milo several times, but it’s not until I’m almost at the school that he finally picks up.
“This better be an emergency, True, I’m in a meeting. And not the ‘I can’t find the remote control because Bell hid it from you’ kind of emergency,” he immediately says with a sigh.
Someone’s bad day is about to get worse. “Cooper’s been in a fight at school. I’m on my way there now to see what happened,” I tell him.
“What? Is he okay?!” he asks, his tone going from annoyance to worry in a split second.
“Yes, but they need you there too. Why would Coop get into a fight?” I ask, hoping he has an answer I don’t.
