I slap on my morning nicotine patch and grumble. Why the hell did I agree to this?
“Looking sexy, babe.” Clint winks at me and I pretend to be annoyed as I sit on the edge of his bed. My stomach dips when he calls me babe.
I’ve gone a week without a cigarette and as a girlfriend. Officially. For the first time. Guess we’re both virgins in this relationship now. I must be so nuts to have agreed to this. But you know what those blind men say…fools rush in.
“The things I sacrifice for you…”
“Yeah, but you get all of this. No brainer of a tradeoff, I’d say.”
He uses his hand as a presenter and sweeps it down his nearly naked body. And what a no brainer it is.
Clint’s stretched out on the white comforter, his long, lean body still as toned as ever even though he’s done nothing but drink and sit around since they won his championship. Calls it his “well-earned break.” My lady parts don’t mind his sabbatical at all, means they get the attention his weights and treadmill usually would.
Dark hair covers almost every inch of him, but not in an overly hairy way. Its masculine, grown up, and I fucking love it. His beard, now a little shorter that they’ve won the trophy, still makes me quiver. The only thing I think about when I see it is how it feels when he’s between my legs.
His muscles flex and draw me in as he stretches, and those intense irises bore holes into mine until I break the connection laughing. Clint suggestively flexes his hips and tries to draw down the cartoon characters boxers I bought him as a joke. Now he insists on wearing them whenever the laundry is done.
“No! Not right now.”
“Yes, now. What do you really have to do?” He grabs for me, trying to make me straddle him. I feel the tingles start below my waist, but try not to give in to the Adonis before me.
“I have to go see the new Amur they’re bringing in!” I shriek when he lays his lips on the exact spot on my neck that he knows makes my nipples harden. “Clint!”
“Oh yeah, give it to me baby…” He jokes as he tries to take my pants off. His large, thick fingers feel so good on my skin that I almost let him continue his exploration.
“Okay, you know I’m all about marathon sex, but at some point, you are going to have to leave the house.”
We only have a month before we all have to be out of this house, and Clint hasn’t figured out what he wants to do at all. I agree with him about not finishing school, and support him. I had never stepped foot in a college classroom and I could still be a productive member of society. Having a piece of paper from a university didn’t have to dictate everyone’s life.
But he hasn’t contacted any agents, hasn’t been to see any reps or minor league teams. Refuses to go to any open tryouts or walk on days. And at the same time, he won’t consider any other career options.
I knew I didn’t have the most traditional life, but I had a passion that I hustled at every single day. It left me feeling rewarded, happy and productive. I wanted that for Clint.
Pushing up on his chest, I used my hands to lock his behind his head. “I have an idea…how about you come with me today?”
Maybe if I showed him how great it felt to do something you loved, he would want to find that too.
“Or we could stay here and test out the Xbox that Miles left. I know you don’t want me to school you in Call of Duty…”
“First of all, I will whoop your hot ass in Call of Duty, don’t test me just because you think you’re cute. Seriously, come with me. You can look at cool animals and your hot girlfriend all day.”
I knew I had him at the word girlfriend. Funny how referring to myself as his made him do just about anything. Maybe this whole relationship thing was a good idea.
“Fine. But only because Marnie has been acting like a coward lately and I need some tips to toughen her up.”
* * *
Who knew that Clint Bellows was one big scaredy cat?
Don’t let the beard and muscles fool you, people. He was a downright coward. He gave The Wizard of Oz’s lion a run for his money.
When we arrived at the preserve, Dorothy had come running at me full speed and knocked me over into the dirt as she nuzzled into me. After I was done greeting her and giving her the normal petting, baby talk routine, I’d looked up to see Clint had literally sprinted across the grounds back to the car and was frantically waving at me like we had rehearsed some war-like hand signals.
“Quit being a pussy and get over here!”
He slowly walked toward us, eyeing Dorothy like she might unhinge her jaw and inhale me. “I thought that thing was going to rip your throat out.”
“Good to know your first instinct was to drop and run for cover. Aren’t boyfriends supposed to protect you or something?”
“Yeah, like you’re the type of girlfriend who would ever let me stand up for you. I’d have to be pulling you off some animal or person just to make sure you didn’t kill it.”
He knew me too well. “And that’s why you find me so charming. But seriously, come meet Dorothy.”
Those sapphires bug out of his head. “This is Dorothy? The way you talk about her I’d think she had a couple pounds on Marnie. You’re aware this is like a full grown tiger?”
He was kind of cute when he was being a big chicken. “Come pet her. She’s a softy. Kind of like someone else I know.”
Stroking Dorothy on the back of her neck to keep her calm, Clint cautiously moved toward her and reached out his hand. When he ran his fingers through the fur on her cheeks, she pushed her face into his hand. She was such a beggar.
Clint boomed out a laugh. “She’s like a dog! I mean…if a dog could outrun a Porsche and rip your throat out with its paws.”
We toured the grounds and visited the other areas on the compound. Trekking over the beautifully landscaped grassy areas and dirt pits, I realized just how amazing it was that I got to spend my time here everyday. It felt like the staff here picked up a piece of Tanzania and plopped it down in the middle of Virginia.
Clint was astonished with the elephant habitat and how gentle the giants were. It made my heart and stomach do somersaults as he walked around them, his lush mouth gaping as they nuzzled him with their rough trunks.
He was also enamored when we wandered upon the gazelle and zebra fields. Those beautiful, ballerina like creatures were so elegant as they seemed to sway and prance in the tall grass. We even picked one out and named it Chloe.
And Clint giggled, actually straight up giggled, at the goofy looking striped horses. The sound made my heart practically melt.
The entire time we moved around the preserve, he would snatch my hand up and hold it in his big, callused one, causing my pale face to go red almost immediately.
In all honesty, not much in our friendship or prior relationship had changed. We still goofed around most of the time, vegged out on the couch, went to Sammy’s with the crew. Had dirty, dirty sex.
But somehow it was better. When Clint had persuaded me to trust him and start a new chapter in our relationship, the guilt and the fear had lifted. Sure, I was still scared I’d do something to hurt him, but I felt good about myself for the first time in a long time. I felt grounded and sure, I had a warmth in my chest all the time that I hadn’t known could have existed before.
It wasn’t just because I’d finally found someone I actually wanted to date. It was because it was Clint. He made everything better, and I knew better than to deny that anymore.
“Mother Nature! I knew you’d be here today for the new Amur.”
I heard Jackson coming up behind us as we walked back towards the tiger habitat on the preserve.
“Jackson! Come meet my friend.” I could always count on him to be happy about the normal things that happened to me in life. “Jackson, meet Clint. Clint, Jackson.”
Clint stuck out his hand, which Jackson took. “Clint Bellows, sir. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m her boyfriend by the way, even though she wants to use that word sparingly.”
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nbsp; A smile lit up Jackson’s tanned, creased face. “I can tell I’m already gonna like you. As long as you treat my girl here right.”
“Always, sir.” Clint had a weird look on his face, one I couldn’t put a name to. I chose to ignore it.
“So where is this tiger, Jax?” I was antsy to get the latest baby here. If he was anything like Dorothy, I knew I would be in instant love.
“They’re bringing him up now. Did you take your boyfriend here around the grounds yet?”
“Already did. I’m pretty sure he’s going to try to convince you to take an elephant back home with him.”
“They’re just so cool!” Clint chimes in, a goofy smile spreading over his face, making me want to run my fingers through all of that black facial hair.
I hadn’t realized I’d stalled the conversation as I was staring at Clint until Jackson cleared his throat. I blinked to clear the haze in my eyes, and Clint was gazing at me like a predator ready to eat his prey. He’d known exactly what I was thinking. I squirmed to stop the wetness now coating my panties.
We stayed a couple more hours to play and socialize with the new Amur. I gave Clint the honors of naming him, and of course he chose Yogi after the most famous catcher in all of baseball. Jackson laughed when I told Clint Yogi was a fictional bear.
“You gave me naming rights, so you have to live with it now.” Clint replied as he tucked a lock of red behind my ear and gave my cheek a gentle stroke. He was buttering me up…and it was working.
And then the sun was setting, casting a romantic glow over the vast land in front of us.
“Come with me.” I reached for Clint’s hand and pulled him to the only spot worthy of watching the twinkling light of the descending sun.
When we reached the greenhouses, I pulled him around the back to the rickety steps that led up to the roof. I began to scale, feeling the warm rust under my fingers, when I realized there wasn’t any jostling movement on the ladder from below.
“What are you doing?” I asked when I looked down and saw Clint shuffling his feet safely on the ground.
“I…I don’t do heights.”
“You’re kidding.” My ears had to be deceiving me.
“Serious as a heart attack, Roo.” He put two fingers in the air like some boy scout.
“Afraid of big animals and now heights? I’m just learning a ton about you today, Mr. Bellows. Come on, get your tight ass up here before we miss it. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”
Finally I feel the pegs beneath me sway a bit, and I quickly climb the rest of it, planting my feet on the steel and glass topped surface.
Clint shakily appears a few minutes later. “Would it have been better if I’d flashed you a little boob?”
“Yes.” He pouts, clearly annoyed that I made him come up here.
“It’s worth it, I promise.” I sit on the wide steel beam-part of the roof, careful to avoid the glass. After spreading my legs out and patting in between them, Clint crawls in between my lap like a big child.
I wrap my arms and legs around him and plop my head on his shoulder.
“You’re a regular Simba, you know that?”
I laugh at his Lion King reference. “Oh, and who does that make you? Rafiki, oh wise one?”
“I have been told I look like a giant ape. Must be all the body hair.”
“OH LOOK!” I squeal.
We drop the conversation and gaze out onto the horizon, watching as the sun throws off orange, green and blue rays, painting the preserve in beautiful hues. Clint kisses my knuckles as it lowers toward the vanishing point. We both gasp in the final seconds of its visibility, eager to watch one of the world’s simplest miracles.
And then the last ray’s of the sun flash, and its gone. We sit in peaceful silence for a couple of minutes, not ready to get down from this place where nothing but the two of us together exist.
19
Clint
She really must be blind sometimes.
We’re sitting in the Kelsey’s little red Jetta on the way back to the house, Kelsey singing softly as she drives, and all I can think about is that she has his nose. And cheekbones. And mannerisms. And I have no idea how she has never seen it.
Jackson is Kelsey’s father. I’m as sure of it as I am that the sky is blue.
Today was one of the best days I’ve ever had in my life. Not only did Kelsey volunteer to show me more of her world, something I gobble up at every morsel she gives me, but I got to see one cool animal preserve. I never realized all of the grueling, exhausting work she does. It’s not just playing and petting rare animals. She actually cleans them and their habitats, keeps them on a schedule. She knows when one of them is off or sick, the exact temperature their food and water need to be.
It was like watching a surgeon cut someone open, or a conductor lead a full orchestra. She was so in her element. If my heart hadn’t tattooed her name on it two years ago, it would have surrendered itself to her today. She owned it, fully and completely.
But as we sat on that roof watching the sunset, something that should have made me damn happy because it was romantic and Kelsey wasn’t complaining, the thoughts of her real father still niggled in the back of my brain.
Jackson had given himself away. At least to me. I saw the way he looked at her from the moment he found us near Dorothy’s den. He looked at her like I figured I looked at her. With a sense of longing, a little bit of amusement, and a whole lot of love. It wasn’t the “I’ve known her since she was a baby” love either, I could tell there was something more to it.
And then he’d told me to take good care of his girl, and I’d known. It was clear as day. What he was doing working for her freak show parents, I didn’t know. To be closer to Kelsey? To be able to see his daughter? But why wouldn’t he tell her after all this time?
These were just questions I didn’t have the answers too. And until I did, I couldn’t tell her what I suspected. Even though it might be dangerous to keep my guesses from her, it was even more dangerous to lead her down a path without any confirmation. I couldn’t bear to hurt her more than she already was.
“So what did you think of the preserve?” Kelsey startles me from my deep thoughts.
“It was awesome, Roo. Thanks for dragging me there.”
Her amber eyes slide over to mine and then back to the road. “Have you thought anymore about what you’ll do once we have to move out?”
Huh? “Do you mean with us?” My defenses immediately went up, jumping straight to the worst case scenario of her trying to end this.
“No, no,” she chuckles. “Now that you caught me and you have me, you are stuck with me. I meant, have you thought about a job? Or baseball, maybe?”
I sighed. She’d been trying to talk to me about this for a month, even before we started dating. And the truth was, I didn’t want to. I couldn’t stay at school, I’d never been there for the classes. And now that we’d won the championship, Owen was leaving to pursue the majors. Minka was following him. We had decided to give up the house at the end of the summer and I needed to figure out what I wanted to do.
I couldn’t see myself going back into baseball. I just didn’t have the energy anymore to throw myself into workouts and travel and competition. As much as I loved the sport, I’d made peace at the College World Series that it was probably my last game.
But I hadn’t done anything besides baseball. Ever. It had consumed my entire life, it was the one thing that I was truly good at. Like I said, I wasn’t the smartest kid. Law or medicine were never going to be on the table for me. So I’d stuck with what I knew, excelled at it, and now that it was over, I felt a little lost.
And how do you tell your amazing, passionate girlfriend that? A woman who had her entire future, at least career-wise, figured out. I’d sound like some freeloading, lazy asshole.
“I was thinking maybe I’d just be your professional boyfriend. I think I can really master that.” I winked at her and tried to get her off the subject with my
charm.
“Such wit for a jock. Seriously, Clint…come on. You have to be interested in something. Anything. If you could pick anything in the world to be doing right now, what would it be?”
I could feel the temper being lit inside of me, the flames of anger stroking over my skin. “Why is this so important to you? You just can’t stand being with some washed up meathead?”
The car paused for the red light, and Kelsey looked over at me, her fox-like features illuminated by the glowing of the dashboard. “That isn’t what I meant at all. I want to see you happy, for you to find something that lights you up as much as my work does for me. It’s a feeling I would never want you to miss out on. You dick.”
Her lips tilt up, and I know she’s only trying to help.
“You have so much to offer the world, don’t doubt that. I see a wealth of knowledge in you, young grasshopper. You just need to find the thing that helps you channel it, baby.”
She knew I would dissolve into a puddle of mush over the word baby. Her speech was all Kelsey and completely endearing.
“Thanks, baby. Don’t think you’re getting away with manipulating me with that. The truth is, I just don’t know what I want to do. And it’s embarrassing. My girlfriend is this hot vet/animal whisperer and it’s intimidating. Of course I want to find something that I love as much as you love the preserve. It’s just not that easy.”
She pulls her girly little car into the driveway and kills the engine. “I have an idea.”
I’m not sure if I like the devilish gleam in her eye, or if I should be scared as we walk into the house.
“Hey guys, where have you been—“
Kelsey cuts Owen off. “Sorry, we can’t talk.”
She pulls me along behind her towards her room.
“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Owen catcalls from the living room.
It looks like a bomb has gone off in the fifth bedroom of our house. “Jeez, Roo, can’t we at least go have wild sex in my room. It looks like a tornado came through here. And is that…day old cereal?”
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