Love Me ~ Without Regret (23 page)

“Clay, a baby needs his mom and his dad.”

“Don’t you think I know that, Babe? Megan never wanted him in the first place. She’d be shit for a mom anyway. He and I will make it just fine until the time comes for…” I don’t want to finish that sentence until I know where things are with Lizzie and me.

“I’m sorry, I know this is hard on you. I wish there was something I could do to make it better.”

“You talking to me again helps, Lizzie. Not having you in my life for almost a week was like being trapped in a raging inferno. If you really wanted to help, though, I could think of ways. Are we good? Have we moved past my fuck up? I want nothing more than to be us again. I miss you in my arms and my bed.” My dick goes to a full salute simply thinking about things I would rather be doing with her right now.

“I think we can move past all of the drama. If only I wasn’t out of town for a long weekend.”

“Where does your friend live?”

“She lives in Brentwood.” Lizzie lets out a tiny giggle.

“Brentwood, you say?” I’m liking this better and better. Brentwood is on the outskirts of Nashville and now I know her friend is GG.

“Mmm huh. That’s right.”

“Where are you right now? I’m on my way.” I say.

She laughs, “I’m pulling up in GG’s driveway. Isn’t that where you’re staying?”

“Not this weekend, this weekend I’m in a hotel so I can make you scream.” I growl.

“You're bad, but I like it,” Lizzie snickers.

“Good, ya want to meet me at the hotel?”
Please say yes!

“No, I’m going in to visit GG. She’s expecting me.”

“How long will that take?”
Nnhnn!

“Clay!”

“What?”
She can’t be surprised that I want to be alone with her.

“We will have all weekend together.”

I bet she just rolled her eyes.

“We have a lot of lost time to make up for, so hurry up.”

“What’s my reward if I hurry?” Lizzie says.

Her sultry voice has me wanting her already, “Anything you want.”

“Mmmm.” Lizzie pauses, “I’ve got to go inside now. Are you coming over here to whisk me away?”

“If that’s what you want, Baby. I’ll be there.”

thirteen

Lizzie

GG insisted we stay for dinner, which was scrumptious. “GG, are you a recipe Nazi?” She makes some of the most delicious food and I would love to learn how to cook some of these recipes. Clay always eats like it’s his last meal when GG cooks, and I want to be able to cook for him like that.

“What in Heavens is a recipe Nazi? I’ve never in my life heard of one of those and I’ve been around restaurants forever.” She stops with her fork midway to her mouth.

“Oh, I thought that was a real thing, but I guess Granny just made it up for women who wouldn’t share their recipes with her.” I laugh.

“I would love to meet her. Clay has told me so much about her. The answer to your question, Lizzie, is yes and no. I don’t share my recipes with everyone because most of them I use in my restaurant, but I do share with my family. Is there something that you would like the recipe for?” GG looks tickled pink.

“I guess recipe saboteur isn’t a real thing either then?” I grin at her.

“I’ve known a few of them in my days, but I’d never do that to you.” She beams.

Clay pipes in, “She needs the recipe for your Shrimp and Grits Casserole, I know that. How about your Red Beans and Rice, and oh, your Mexican Lasagna?”

“I thought this was about the recipes Lizzie wanted, not what Clay wants Lizzie to cook for him.” GG cackles. 

Seems like the way to GG’s heart is to love her cooking. She evidently likes taking care of all the guys in the band and has apparently been missing it.

“I guess those are the ones I want, but I also want your cornbread recipe. My friend Bailey can’t make cornbread worth a flip, and I really want to rub it in her face if I can master it.” I rub my hands together.

“Are you two in a competition of sassy girls cook or something, Babe?” Clay nudges me.

“Hey, I think it’s great that you want to learn to cook,” GG says. “Before you head back to Alabama, I will show you my secrets for perfect cornbread. That is if Clay will leave you alone long enough.”

“Thank you, I sure wish you lived closer, GG. Granny has gotten down and can’t cook anymore and her recipes aren’t in measurements. She says you put that much and will show you in a bowl, or you add milk until it feels right. I need an exact scale. Cooking is like a science to me and I need a formula.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, hun, I’ll tell you what. I’ll take a weekend off to come down there and give you a few cooking lessons. I’ll let you decide whether or not we let Bailey join in.” GG’s eyes twinkle.

“That sounds great, GG, but if we are going to come back over before we leave, I need to be getting this girl back to the hotel,” Clay tells her.

“Clayton Wilson!” I feel the heat as it rises from my neck to my face. I hit his forearm.

“What? Do you think she doesn’t know we have sex?”

I will murder him in his sleep. “Do you have to announce it like it’s a big achievement? GG, I’m going to stay here with you and let him go to the hotel by himself.”

“Oh no, you’re not. That boy has been moping around here miserable without you. If you don’t go with him then he stays here, and I go. I might know what you do, but these are thin walls and I don’t want to hear any of it.”

We all laugh and say our goodbyes. GG and I make plans for my lesson before I go home.

We get to the hotel in record time. Clay insisted we leave my car at GG’s and take the one he’s been driving. After getting us a room, he speed walks us to the elevator.

“Is it a cliché that I want to fuck you in the elevator?” He pushes me up in the corner once we’re inside the elevator.

“It probably is one.” I kiss him, nipping at his lips and then licking them. “I do hate to remind you of your bathroom casualty, but things tend to get out of hand when you try to get adventurous.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep,” I say, popping my ‘p’ for emphasis.

“We’ll see about that, little Miss Feisty Britches. You might get more than you can handle, little girl.”

I bust out laughing, “Did you seriously just say that I might get more than I can handle? You.” I poke him in his chest. “Haven’t. Seen. Anything. Yet. Little Boy, and when I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for mercy.”

“I think I just came in my pants, Lizzie. That was hot, Baby. You drive me crazy when you talk to me that way.”

Thankfully, the elevator dings and the door opens on our floor. Clay takes me by the hand, pulling me down the hallway in a trot. I love that he’s excited to be with me.

Clay opens the door and wastes no time in pushing me against it once it closes. “I’m going to do you right here, Babe. Your pussy… or your ass…?” He raises my skirt and sees I’m not wearing panties. “Holy fuck, if I’d had known you were going commando, we would have screwed in the elevator.” He unbuttons his jeans as he’s kicking off his athletics shoes. He pushes down his jeans and underwear at the same time.

“I didn’t say no, did I? You can have me anywhere you want me as long as you always want me.”

“How could you ever think I didn’t want you?” He pushes into me with one quick thrust. “Do you not feel every inch of me wanting you, Baby? I’m only wanting you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my whole life.”

I am hypnotized by his eyes.

He lifts me, placing me on his hips.

I wrap my legs around him as he keeps up the pounding of his hips.

My hand trembles as I put my thumb on my clit. I instantly tighten around him, “Ah God!” I cry out.

With a hiss of pleasure, he grips my hips and thrusts once more, “You feel so good, Baby. You’re always so tight and perfect. We were apart way too long, Babe.” He groans out with his own release. Pressing me a little firmer into the wall, he pulls out of me. He holds me there, placing his forehead on mine.

“I love you, Clay. I love you so much.” I brush my lips against his.

He carries me to the bed and lays me down. Slowly, he removes my shoes. While he’s bent down, he takes one of my legs in his hands, and right above my ankle, he lazily licks a trail up the inside of my leg. He stops a couple of inches above my knee and moves to the other one.

Tingles run through the core of my body the closer to my center he gets. He’s finally close enough that I can reach his hair, I run my fingers through it. When his tongue does a feather light dance on the apex of my thighs, I grip his hair and pull it while my back reflexively arches. He blows softly where he’d licked, giving me goose bumps.

“Kiss me right here.” I direct his head over to the center. “Then you can lick every inch of me.” I move against his tongue.

With the tip of his velvety tongue, he dips into my pussy and gives it tiny flutters, driving me crazy for wanting more. He’s very gifted.

Laying here is so hard. My ass flexes, my toes stretch, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. Damn, he’s the master.

“Baby, I love the taste we make together.” Clay moves up and kisses me deep.

I suck on his tongue so I can taste us, too. “Mmm, we do taste good.”

Clay moves back down and sucks on my clit while he moves one finger inside of me. He uses his tongue to explore every inch like I instructed him to do. He adds another finger, pumping them into me faster. He returns his tongue to my clit, slurping and sucking on it.

I feel the pulsation in my core as I tingle all over, I grip the sheets and thrust my hips. “Oh fuck me, Clay!”

He removes my clothes and his shirt and crawls up my body like a lion on the prowl. I’m his prey, but I’m a willing prey.

“Spread your legs wide for me, sweet darling. Your body is mine tonight,” Clay whispers in my ear then licks my neck right below my ear and traces my jawline. “Now, I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk! Are you ready, Baby?”

“Give it to me. Faster! Deeper! Harder! I want it all.” I lift my legs off the bed and spread them almost into the splits.

And that he does. Faster! Deeper! And Harder! Until we are both glistening with sweat and  gasping for air.

“Holy shit, Clay! Maybe we should fight more often.” I tell him as I try to catch my breath.

“Bite your tongue, woman. We don’t have to fight to have amazing sex, we can role play that shit.” Clay tells me, pinching my ass.

This causes me to jump, exposing my back for the first time tonight.

“What’s this, Tink?” He pushes me into a sitting position. “I love it! Why didn’t you tell me you got a tat? That’s hot, Babe. What is it supposed to mean?”

“That my heart is locked and only the person who holds the key can open it,” I’m hoping he’ll get the significance.

“Did you just get it today? Did I make it hurt worse?” He looks closer. “What’s with the barbed wire? It looks like it has some kind of intricate pattern to it.”

“It doesn’t hurt, but it’s a little tender. When we were apart, I felt like I had old rusty barbed wire wrapped around my heart, digging in and ripping my flesh. I wanted that in my tattoo, but see the wire’s broken free. Notice how the tiny pieces that are sticking out curl around almost forming letters.” I’m dropping hints, hoping he’ll see for himself.

“Oh yeah, I do see letters.” He comes closer. “Does that say Clay’s Girl?” He pulls me back so he can see my face and searches my eyes for confirmation.

“What? It’s supposed to say Nobody’s Girl!” I flip over, kissing him and nipping at his lips. “I’m going to demand a refund!”

He scoops me up, kissing me softly on the lips. “I love it.” He carries me to the bathroom then reaches behind the shower curtain and turns on the water. “This time won’t be an epic fail. We’re taking a shower.” He kisses my nose, adjusts the water, and we step inside. He soaps my entire body, being extra gentle with my piercing and tattoo. “Let me wash your hair for you, Baby.”

I tilt my head backward, letting the water flow through my hair and down my back. I feel him working the shampoo in my hair from the roots down to the tips. His fingers feel strong and he massages my scalp. He rinses my hair with warm water, pulling his fingers slowly through my hair.

“You need conditioner, too. I want to pamper you. This shower doesn’t have to be about anything else.” He picks up the bottle of conditioner and squeezes some into his hand.

I watch him rub his hands together before he moves them back to my hair then he massages my scalp again with the pads of his fingers, making slow, steady circles.

I close my eyes, relaxing, enjoying every single caress. He works at my temples and moves down my head to the nape of my neck, running his very capable hands over me, making my knees weak. This has to be one of the most erotic pleasurable things ever done to me, for me.

I drop to my knees.

Clay

I’m on top of the world. I wake with my beautiful curvy woman tangled up with me. I freaking love her, and if I have to fight for us each and every day, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll never throw in the towel. I’ll stand, ready for battle. That’s what she means to me, Lizzie is my everything, the center of my world. Laying here with her, I want to pull her closer. I feel like we are never close enough. I always want a little more of her. Most people would think that’s crazy. Maybe I am crazy. I’m crazy about my woman and that’s the best kind of crazy to be.