Lacy

 

The rays of sun work their way through the bottom slats of the blinds, and I turn in bed, willing the brightness to go away. After a few minutes, my eyes blink open. Clayton remains asleep next to me, his breathing even and peaceful. My gaze roams over his features. His chiseled jaw is shaded with a five-o-clock shadow, and I touch the sensitive skin covering my cheek, reminded of how it felt between my thighs throughout the night.  The dark hair covering his head is cropped close on the sides, but transitions to thick strands on top that are mussed in the sexiest way.

My core clenches when my gaze moves lower and I find the sheet sitting low on his hips. The defined muscles of his shoulder, arms, and six-pack abs are visible even as he sleeps. Not wanting to wake him, I resist the urge to run my fingers over his smooth skin. As much as I want to continue my visual admiration of him, my body decides I need to pee.

With as little movement as possible, I work my way to the edge of the bed, and let out a yelp when a large arm grabs me around the waist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I crane my head over my shoulder. His beautiful hazel eyes peer up at me, and I melt back into him. “Well, for starters, I have to pee...” His lips on my neck raise tiny bumps on my skin. “Hmmm…” I arch my neck, giving him better access, and he pulls me farther onto the bed. Laughing, I push away. “Okay...stop. I really have to go.” With a disappointed growl, he releases me, and I climb off the bed

“Come right back. Otherwise, me and this…” he points to the tented sheet, “will come find you.”

“Noted,” I toss over my shoulder, as I sashay to the bathroom naked. My lips turn up in a grin, knowing his intense gaze is following me.

My reflection in the mirror startles me. My hair is a tangled mess and puffy eyes stare back at me. I turn on the water to take a quick shower before heading back to Clayton. As soon as I put my head under the spray, the glass door opens, and his hands are on me.

I should have known he would come find me.

With his position behind me, he moves his hand between my legs and circles a finger around my sensitive bud. It’s not long before my moans turn to pleas that echo in the tiled shower. “Clayton, please….”

His fingers tangle in a fistful of my hair, as he slams into me, and lowers his mouth to my ear. Each word broken between thrusts. “We’ll. Talk. About. Why. You have. So many condoms. Later.”

It doesn’t matter what he says, just the tone of his deep, commanding voice puts me over the edge. And he follows shortly after.

When we step from the shower, he reaches for a towel and glides the soft material over my shoulders and chest then the rest of my body.

I’m mesmerized by the droplets of water that trace over his skin and I can’t help but follow the path with my finger. But my touch does nothing to distract him until he’s ensured that every part of me is dry before he stands and runs a towel over himself.

After we dress, Clayton’s right behind me as we head into the other room, but as soon as we turn the corner I jump and a hand flies to my chest.

“Holy crap, you scared me!” I rush out in one breath, when I find my sister sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the paper. I’d given her a key some time ago and she’ll occasionally stop by, but usually I know she’s coming.

“Seriously, Lacy, I can’t believe—” she stops mid-sentence when she looks up.

 

Clayton bumps into me at my abrupt stop, then wraps his arms around my shoulders.

“Can’t believe what?” I ask, ignoring the fact that there are two large arms surrounding me and a very handsome head resting on my shoulder.

“Well…I was going to say, I can’t believe you still have an actual paper delivered.” She waves the paper. “But now, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone.” She winks at me.

Clayton steps forward, extending his hand to Tracy. “Hi, I’m Clayton. Clayton Andrews. It’s nice to meet you…” he trails off, waiting for her name.

“Tracy. Lacy’s sister. Nice to meet you as well.”

“Is it okay with you ladies if I get some coffee?” he says, already heading toward the kitchen.

“Of course,” we say in unison.

He shakes his head at our perfectly timed answer, and mumbles, “Sisters…” before flashing a sexy smile then dropping a peck on my cheek and a smack on my ass, on his way to the coffeepot.

Tracy turns to me, and mouths, “He is fucking hot!”

“I know!” I mouth back.

When he clears his throat, we both turn his way. The heat from our cheeks could light a thousand fires. “When you ladies are through with the silent compliments, which, I appreciate—by the way, could you show me where the sugar is?”

Once I get the sugar for Clayton, and I doctor up my own coffee with peppermint cream from the fridge, we all migrate to the couch. Although, it seems I could have just stayed in the kitchen, since the conversation mostly stays between Clayton and Tracy.  She practically grills him with questions, but he handles her like a champ, and ultimately wins over her affection. 

Clayton downs the rest of his coffee, then stands. “Well, I hate to drink and run, but I have some things I need to take care of. Lacy, walk me to the door?” When I stand, he casually grabs my hand, then turns toward my sister. “Tracy, it was good meeting you.”

“You as well. Hopefully, we’ll get to see more of each other,” she says, but shuts her eyes as the last word comes out, realizing how it sounded.

He raises his eyebrows, and I laugh.

“Uh…th-that’s totally not what I meant,” she says turning away, her cheeks flushed pink as she adds, “Bye!”

At the door, he wraps his arms around me, and our lips meet. The kiss is deep, and I lose myself in his arms. He tastes of coffee, and smells of my coconut shampoo. When he breaks the kiss, he gives me a tight squeeze and my pout is prevalent.

He smiles as he places one last kiss on my forehead. “Call me later.”

Once he’s through the door, I turn the lock then lean against it, and slide down until my butt hits the floor. “Clayton Andrews is ah-maz-ing.”