CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
I sat in my car and made the call. My hand trembled. Media circus or not, Jessica was going to have her day in court. With Chris’s testimony, no fancy lawyer would be able to get her off. Or at least I hoped. I even called Chris again to check to see if he was still on board. He was more than determined to help. He was very fond of Clarissa, and for once, I wasn’t jealous.
When I returned home, I found Clarissa in the office with Tabitha. They had been drafting the invites and were giggling and being rowdy.
I poked my head in, and Clarissa gazed up at me with her big, velvety eyes and smiled. All the tangled mess of tight muscles loosened as warmth swept through me.
I was determined not to talk about Jessica and the police. It was going to be our night.
“Can you include Kieren Tyler and his family in the invite list, baby?”
“Of course.”
Tabitha looked up and said, “The more the merrier. I’m trying to convince Clary to have a big fat wedding.”
I grinned. “Make it any way you want. As I long as you’re there on the day, I don’t mind who’s watching.”
Clarissa threw me one of her sultry looks, and I felt like myself again. She had that power over me. Her moods were my moods.
“I’m going up for a loud session with Ferrari. Dinner in an hour?”
Clary looked at Tabitha. “We should be done by then. Can Tabi stay for dinner? And have James drive her home?”
“You bet.” I looked at Tabitha and smiled.
“Thanks.” She smiled sweetly.
*****
During dinner, there was no talk of Jessica. Only the wedding plans and silly little banter about nothing much, which was what the doctor ordered. I was too weighed down to get into intense discussion.
When I walked Tabitha to the gate, where James awaited, I said, “Hey, I’m really grateful that you came by to spend time with Clarissa.”
“She’s my sister. I’d do anything for her,” she said in a rare serious tone.
“I know that. That’s why I came to you. Has she said anything? I mean, is she really okay?”
“She told me everything that happened. She was pretty freaked out. But I reminded her that you were the catch of the century and that you’d protect her.”
I laughed. “Thanks for that.”
“Anytime. And look, I hope that you’re okay over the Brad thing in New York,” she said.
“I stopped judging people’s bedroom behavior a long time ago. I am a possessive, jealous, and some would say controlling man. I could never be with a woman who played around. My father, however, is a different beast.”
She nodded. “Thanks, Aidan. That makes me feel better. Grant knows. I told him. I couldn’t tell how he felt about it, though. He’s hard to read in that way. In any case, he lives in the present. He doesn’t look back or too far forward.”
“That’s my dad. He’s a day by day sort of guy. I’m not sure where my need to know and control the future comes from.”
“We’re all individuals, Aidan. We’re not our parents.”
I nodded slowly. “No, we’re not.”
On that note, I kissed Tabitha on the cheek and left her with James.
I sprinted back to my angel, who I hoped would be waiting for me pantyless so that I could ravage her.
My mother entered my thoughts causing my legs to stiffen. What was I going to do about her? She’d hear about the wedding and probably crash it in that forceful way of hers, causing a ruckus.
I cooked up a plan to offer her a holiday in the Bahamas or, more to her taste, an extended stay in Las Vegas. Or I could just have her at the wedding, acting in her drunken, loudmouthed manner, making the guests grimace and whisper amongst themselves. The thought of which, for some twisted reason, made me laugh.
I found Clarissa on the chaise longue, reading, an image that nourished my spirit and always brought a smile to my face.
She wore a silk gown that my fingers craved to undo so that I that I could touch her warm, softness.
Clarissa must have sensed my burning gaze. She looked up, and her big, dark eyes moved from sweet to sultry in a blink.
She moved over and made room for me. We gazed into each other’s eyes, and all the drama from the previous day evaporated.
My hand caressed her shoulder, then traveled down to her waist and untied the silky gown. It dripped off her. My hands landed on a lacy little number that barely covered that cock-swelling body.
I left a trail of kisses along her soft neck all the way to her soft lips. She tasted of cherries.
A fire built furiously. I was going to come on the spot.
I lifted her in my arms and placed her on the bed. I parted her thighs. “You look scrumptious,” I murmured, removing my clothes.
My cock was so hard and dribbling with need that it ached.
Running her tongue over her lips, Clarissa gazed at my throbbing cock. She was just as hungry as I was. Good.
“Do you want me to turn, you know on all fours?” she asked with that breathy, aroused voice that was making my balls blue.
“Baby, I’ll take you any way. But yeah, sure. Do you like it that way?”
She nodded with a shy little smile. That was the end of me. I turned her over, ripped off her lace panties, and tongued her until she trembled in my arms and spurted cream into my mouth. She tasted like honey. An addictive, cock-tormenting flavor.
I couldn’t wait. I pushed the head of my cock into her. As always, it was a struggle to get in. But boy, it was a struggle my cock loved and couldn’t get enough of.
Inching into her, I took it slowly, mainly because I didn’t want to blow yet. We hadn’t made love for a day, and my needy cock was palpitating.
“I don’t know if I can last. You’re so fucking tight, it’s almost torture,” I said, barely able to talk properly.
“I’m sorry,” she said, a moan kissing my ear as I inched in deeper.
“Don’t be sorry, angel. You feel fucking exquisite. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
Her ass pushed hard against my balls. That was enough for me. My cock thrust in so deeply I hit a spot that made her cry out. I could not tell if it was pain or pleasure.
“Are you okay?” I could barely get that out. My cock was all hot and throbbing and sending me off to some lusty heaven as her heavy breasts jiggled in my hands.
“Go hard, Aidan, please.”
That breathy voice added to the erotic package that was Clarissa. A serious eruption brewed.
It only took a few thrusts, and the tension that had ransomed my body exploded in a fury of blood-hot seed. Stars exploded behind my eyes, a savage groan grew louder and louder, as I emptied deeply into the love of my life.
I fell on my back, my heart pounding against my chest. My darling by my side, equally breathless.
We stared at the ceiling, waiting to regain our senses.
I took Clarissa into my arms. “Sorry that was so quick. In the morning. Promise.”
“It was perfect. Just like you, Aidan.”
I kissed her deeply, drinking from her lips the elixir I needed for a peaceful rest.
We fell asleep with our bodies enfolded together as one.