Weston Ranch, Fisher's Story (8 page)

Fisher barely knocked on
the door when she answered. Claire
was sweaty and red faced when she bade him
enter
.

"Need help?" He asked.

"Since
you
are offering, then yes.
I
certain
ly do need help.
My
sisters magically disappeared,” she grumbled.

"Show me what do
,
babe.
" He entered the foyer of the house and boxes
were littered
everywhere. "What happened to the movers? Did they just throw everything here in this pile
and leave
?" He looked at the mess
,
and
his mouth twitched with
amusement.

"Don't get me started with them
," s
he said as she bent down and moved a box towards him.
"
Here you go
, you can start with this one,” she said, going back to work.

She returned
to the box she must have been working on before he arrived.
He briefly wondered what he let himself in for when he volunteered his services. He looked at her receding back for a second
,
wishing for other services that he could offer her.
He men
tally shrugged and went to work, helping her unpack and put things away.

For the next three
hours, they
worked side by side in harmony.
U
npacking boxes
,
sorting things ou
t that she wasn’t going to keep and c
leaning up the mess of empty boxes and bubble wrap.
By the time the last box was unpacked, they were
sweaty, dirty and exhausted.
Who knew climbing up and down stairs would provide such a workout.
Here
he was, thinking he was in
decent
shape.

"You wan
t some pizza or something,
" Fisher asked, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"You making it?"

"Um… No. I will gal
lantly have it delivered to
you
,
" h
e laughed.
With a nod of her head, h
e took out his cell and placed the order. Flipping the phone closed, he walked up to Claire and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

"It will be back in twenty minutes
. I am running home and jumping in t
he shower. I will be right back," w
ith that said
,
he let himself out and
jogged over to his house
. As he left, it dawned on him that he
kissed
her before he lef
t
as if it was something natural and done all the time.
It was somewhat upsetting since he never consciously meant to do it.
He
didn't
want to delve into it too much.

Fisher
jumped into the shower, threw on some shorts
and a crisp
white shirt
and went back to Claire's. Her
sisters
were
n't
home yet
,
and he hoped the
y would make themselves scarce for the rest of the evening. He walked in
, without bothering to knock to find
Claire
wasn't
downstairs. He assumed she was cleaning herself
up
.
He made himself at home in the living room and was flipping through channels on the
TV
,
when she came in.
Her hair was wet from her shower
,
and
she looked like a teenager with no
make-up
and in shorts and a top.

Thankfully the doorbell rang before he had a chance to say something stupid. He paid for the pizza, got plates and drinks and met her back in the living room. She had
been
placing a
DVD
in the player.

"What are we watching?" He asked her as he got a plate ready for her.

"
We are watching Billy Madi
son, m
y all-time favorite movie.
You
have seen it right?"
Sh
e asked when he didn’t respond right away.

"No, actually I have n
ever seen that particular movie,
"
he said, sheepishly.

She threw him a horrified look as if he was lying to her.
It was amusing that she found this unbelievable.

"
Oh my God,
w
ho are you?
"
She exclaimed sitting down and reaching for the controller to start the movie.
When they were both settled
,
side by side on the couch with their plates on their laps
,
she pushed
play and the movie started.

R
ight away
,
Fisher knew it was going to a dumb one.
At least Claire was relaxed and munching away on
pizza
.
Twenty minutes into the movi
e, she placed the now empty box
on the floor and cuddled up to him on the couch. It was pure torture. She was fresh from the shower
,
a
nd
her hair smelled like lavender
. He itched to run his fingers through it. It
wasn’t
long
until
the day of hard work caught up to her. Claire grew heavy and slumped against his side
,
dead asleep to the world. Fisher gently dislodged her, stood and stretched.
She look
ed
incredibly peaceful laying there
. H
e was reluctant to move her.

Fisher picked her and carried her upstairs to her room. He made sure that she was comfortable and covered up before he drew a
way from her. Putting her in
bed brought
memories
back
of the last time he did this, but it was in his bed. Little had change
d
between the two events.
Claire rolled over and murmured to him. He
couldn't
hear so bent back down to her level to hear her better.

"Stay here with me," s
he whispered. She still had her eyes closed.
T
here was no way in hell he would be able to keep his hands to himself.
However,
h
e wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by.
He quickly stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed beside her. She curled up next to him
,
and
he knew it would be a long night.

The first thing
Claire noticed when she woke up
was that she
wasn't
alone. Her back was to him
,
and
his arm slung over her small frame. She dared not move
,
in fear of waking him up. She
wasn't
ready to find out why Fisher was in her bed. She glanced at her alarm an
d quietly moaned. It was nine in the morning
and her sisters would be
a
wake. There was no way she would be
able
to get Fisher out
of her room
without them knowing.
She silently groaned when she realized
his truck was
in the driveway
still
.
There was no way for her sisters to miss that detail.
Let the questions begin, she though
t
grimly.

"I know
you're
aw
ake. Your body has gotten tense,
" Fisher said softly
,
propping himself up with his arm
to
see her
better
. She rolled over on her
back and looked
up at him.

"May I ask why you are in my bed?"

"Why? I'm here b
ecause
you
invited me darling,” he chuckled, gently caressing her arm with his free hand.

Claire
couldn't
recall ever asking him to share her bed, but before she could protest
,
he was moving her hair and gently kissing her neck and touching her face. Claire knew this was coming
,
and
she
didn't
have the strength to deny him or herself this.

She turned into him, pressing her lips to his naked chest.
She
gasped
as his lips eased over her breasts,
his mouth deliciously sucking
while his
rough hands
moved down to her
pussy.
She clamped the back of his head as he
inserted his finger into her
. She spread her legs wide
r
for better access. If felt so damn
good
.
She jerked his boxers down, freeing h
is cock
that
was
pressed
up against her stomach. J
ust feeling his hardness was making her wetter.
She didn’t remember his cock
being this
big
.
She arched her body into his thrusting hand, about ready to explode from the pleasure.

“I want you so fucking bad right now,” he ripped her pantie
s off her and tossed them aside.
Lifting her up, he took her
tee
and went back to lavishing her breasts. She stroked his cock
faster with each flick of his tongue on her.
She pushed at his shoulders,
off of her and down onto the bed,
s
o that
she straddled him.

“It’s my turn,” she left a trail of kisses from his
neck to the firm muscles of his stomach.
She felt his hands pull back her hair to see her better, already knowing what she was planning.
She took his cock in her mouth, going down until it reached the
back of her throat. She was gagging herself with each suck. His hands
fisted
in her hair, not urging or guiding.
His hips lifted, trying to match her rhythm.

“Stop
or this is ending to
o
soon
,” he grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her up his body, flipping her over unto the bed.
His raw power was like a drug to her system
,
a
n aphrodisiac that she was
quickly becoming addicted to.
He gripped her thighs and plunged deep, making her ar
ch with the intenseness of his thrust.

“
You
are making me fucking crazy, so damn sexy.  This
ain’t
lasting long,” he hissed in ear right before he nicked her earlobe with his teeth.
He fucked her hard, harder and harder.
She was almost there, could feel her orgasm building.
Perspiration coated their skin.

“Fuck me.
Yes…Yes…
,” she groaned, frantic with need.
He captured her scream as she climaxed, her pussy lips milking his cock.  She felt the pulsing of his cock as he came inside of her.
She buried her face in his neck, breathing hard.

“
Fuckin’
amazing,
b
ut
we
didn’t
use a condom,” he whispered against her ear.

“It’s ok. I’m on the pill. We
don’t
have to use them. I trust
you
,” she replied.

Claire
sighed in utter contentment.
She
gently disl
odged him from herself and
lay
motionless underneath
of him. She was slowly coming down from her high. Their bodies were cooling. Fisher's chest was rising and falling in a semantic motion, almost willing her to fall back asleep.
Fisher was silently roaming his hands all over her back.
The silence was soothing instead of tension for once. The clock now showed ten thirty
,
and
she knew that Fisher was already late
for
his day, yet he seemed to be in no hurry.