A Man for Clair: Secret of the Widow Mulvane (Mystery loves Romance Book 2)

by G. S. Bailey

  “Not another word,” she said, removing her hand from his mouth.

  He mummed his lips, grinning with his eyes.

  That made her giggle, but she stifled that and just shook her head as she lowered to her knees. She tugged his jeans down over his powerful thighs. He wasn’t very hairy. She preferred men who were not too hairy down below. She stretched his briefs over his erection and lowered them a little. His penis was hot and flexed in her hand as she gripped it. He stroked her hair, but she didn’t look back up at him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, holding him firmly and sucking in the broad circumcised head as his hips rolled and he surged deeper into her mouth.

  Clair didn’t look up at all. She mostly used her hand to bring him along, just taking him into her mouth for a surge or two and wetting his shaft enough that her hand slipped back and forth. She knew how to bring a man along quickly, and she did that, controlling excitement, stirring it with her teasing and massaging it with her soft fingers flaying over the sensitive dome, making him thrust and groan then taking him more conclusively into her mouth when he was on the verge of ejaculation.

  Clair kept sucking on him as he buckled over, cuddling her head and gripping her, trying to keep hold of her as he sagged against the door. She kept him in her mouth until he’d softened and began stroking her hair more tenderly.

  She could feel him looking down at her face at that point, but she kept her eyes closed and released his flaccid penis into her hand as she kissed her way up his body. She nuzzled into his neck and swayed against him, still holding him. “Better?” she asked softly.

  He tried to lift her chin, but she nuzzled in more firmly, making him hold her head and just cuddle her instead.

  “That was amazing,” he said. His voice was a whisper in her hair as he kissed the top of her head.

  She stayed there for a moment. It was nice being cuddled.

  After a little while she pushed back a bit and looked up at him. “You going to calm down now? Behave yourself?”

  He grinned cheekily. “For how long?”

  She glared at him.

  “Alright—two hours, and then it’s my turn,” he said.

  “Your turn? You just had a turn!”

  “No, I mean my turn…” His eyes rolled down suggestively.

  “Oh… Okay… But make it three hours—after my bath.”

  He nodded, and frowned with an idea. “But I get to make it for you.”

  “Make what?”

  “Your bath.”

  “Oh?”

  “Trust me,” he said. “You can add your stuff. Just let me do the water.”

  “The water?”

  “Yep.”

  “Oh, you mean with the hot water dribble?”

  He shrugged and nodded dismissively. He had fixed his jeans. Clair set up for a game of pool and accepted the glass of beer he poured for her. He was touching her all the time but more sensually and less hungrily. He was looking more at her face than her body.

  He had responded as men do to being soothed in that way, but Clair noticed he began talking more substantively. So far he had been chatting about the town and what was what as they walked around. Earlier he had gotten off the subject of his ex-girlfriend pretty quickly and brushed aside questions about his gardening business. As they played pool, though, with him touching her back every time she slipped by, he was telling her his family history and about the house he was planning to build. He’d purchased a block of land up where Clair had first seen the ocean on her way in.

  “So, you’ll have actual ocean views?” she enquired supportively. It sounded like a nice spot.

  “Yeah, looking north. Can see forever up there.”

  “And you’ll be out of the cove?”

  “Yep,” he said, deliberately. “I don’t want to leave here, but I want to be able to see!”

  Clair got that. “That makes sense,” she said. “It’s confining with these mountains all around. I hadn’t realized that, but I felt it.”

  A car pulled into the driveway.

  “That would be Mandy now.”

  Clair leaned in for a kiss. She was taken hold of and kissed deeply, and she melted all the way into the guy. “I don’t often do that,” she found herself explaining.

  In fact, she explained herself even less often than she performed oral sex for a man, and she didn’t get why she was explaining herself to this one.

  She shook off that bit of confusion.

  “My name’s not Candy, either… It’s Clair. Candy is just a nickname for work, and people call me that.”

  “Hi, Clair,” he said, kissing her again.

  She wondered what had happened to his puppy-dog face. He was looking a bit intense.

  “I’m going now,” she said, squirming away from his big arms.

  “Hey!” he called to her as she was exiting the man-cave.

  She stopped, peering back from the doorway.

  “I was wrong… I didn’t have you figured at all,” he said, smiling plainly and honestly.

  She frowned but didn’t question him. She wondered what that meant, though, as she went into the house to find Amanda rushing about getting organized for her date.

  She waited while Amanda was in the shower then lay on the bed watching and sort of chatting but mostly just thinking to herself.

  “So, he didn’t figure I was the type to give a blowjob… Is that a compliment or an insult?”

  “Give who a blowjob?” Amanda asked.

  “Did I say that aloud?”

  “Uh huh… Did you give my big brother a BJ?”

  Clair shrugged innocently, pleadingly. “Sort of.”

  “Eww!” Amanda giggled.

  “I know. I’m a tramp,” Clair said.

  “No, I just mean, eww my brother. Otherwise I wish I could do that!”

  “What? A BJ?”

  Amanda nodded, eyes wide in the mirror.

  “You’ve never?” Clair asked, sitting up with interest.

  “Yes! Of course! But never so soon.”

  “Oh… Well, I’ve never done it this soon before either.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really!”

  “No, I mean that’s interesting,” Amanda explained.

  “No, it’s not,” Clair said, flopping back on the bed. “He was all over me and I had to do something.”

  Amanda was just smiling in the mirror at that point. Clair shook her head, denying what the girl was obviously thinking. “You’re hopeless, Mandy.”

  Amanda shrugged. “I don’t know… I’d like to give Brent a blowjob.”

  Clair laughed and sat back up. “Oh, my gosh. Slut!”

  “I wish!” Amanda shot back at her. “I said I’d like to, not that I would be able to.”

  “Sure you can. It’s easy.”

  “Yeah, easier said than done!”

  “He won’t complain,” Clair pointed out. “Put your hand on it and watch him stop whatever he was doing or thinking. Then just—you know… But not until the very last thing. When you’re in his car out the front and he gives you a kiss goodnight… Then just grab it, do the deed, and walk away right after.”

  Amanda was glaring from her mirror as Clair stood behind fiddling with her hair.

  “You’ll get asked on another date,” Clair suggested.

  “But I wouldn’t want to be asked out for that.”

  “I know. I’m just making fun. I probably shouldn’t have done it with David.”

  “Oh, no, it’s no big deal with him.”

  “Oh?” Clair asked with interest.

  Amanda had finished her make-up. She was tugging at the dress she was wearing. “I don’t know, maybe I should try the yellow one? My boobs look a bit saggy in this, don’t they?”

  “Wait a minute.” Clair hurried to her room and brought back a push-up bra. “There—that will fix them.”

  The two women were matched exactly for size and body shape. It was Clair’s knitted dress that Amanda was wearing.
The push-up bra lifted her breasts and thrust them out the top of it.

  “Better?”

  “Uh huh,” Amanda returned, grinning excitedly.

  “So, what do you mean, giving David a BJ is no big deal?” Clair asked forthrightly.

  “No, I don’t mean it’s not special and beautiful. Just that he was going to fall for you, anyway, so it doesn’t make any difference.”

  “He’s not going to fall for me,” Clair said. “He knows I’m only here for a couple of weeks.”

  Amanda just nodded. She wasn’t going to argue.

  “I think all this romance has gone to your head,” Clair said warmly. She liked how sweet and innocent this girl was.

  “It probably has,” Amanda agreed. “I can’t believe I’m going on a real date… With an actual man!”

  “What, only boys before?” Clair asked, considering that.

  “Uh huh. I’ve had boyfriends before—as in boy-friends. But Brent’s different.”

  “Hmm—so is David,” Clair continued a little wistfully. “Except it’s the other way. He’s like a big boy, but he’s also kind of grounded and, I don’t know—smart somehow.”

  “I know,” Amanda replied kind of wistfully too. “You had better be careful with him.”

  “I know… I will,” Clair promised. “I really shouldn’t have done that today. I wouldn’t want to lead him on and hurt him.”

  Amanda just giggled lightly at that. “No, I mean you had better be careful with him.”

  Clair blushed. “Me?”

  Amanda turned this way and that, plucking at the skin-tight dress, thrusting her pushed-up boobs forward. “I think I actually could give Brent a BJ in this,” she said.

  Clair laughed, and she shook her head incredulously. This ditsy, romantic girl was actually a piece of work.

  “I’m not going to fall for your brother!” she stated conclusively.

  Amanda smiled back from her mirror. “Too bad… We’d be sisters if you did.”

  That simple comment made Clair’s chest tighten up and an instant ache form in her throat. Her blush deepened and drew tears to her eyes.

  “I’m just saying,” Amanda said, sitting on the bed beside her. “Sorry…”

  Clair shook her head. “No—it’s…” She didn’t know what it was that struck her just then. “I’m fine,” she said. “I don’t…”

  Amanda reached for a tissue from the box on her dresser.

  “I’ve just never had a sister, or a real girlfriend!” Clair explained, to herself and Amanda. “Which doesn’t bother me.”

  “Me either,” Amanda said. “I’m a bit of a loner. I don’t know why I can talk to you.”

  “What, about blowjobs?” Clair retorted, giggling a little painfully.

  They both laughed. Amanda was tearing up too.

  *

  Clair found herself in a bit of a daze when she was introduced to Brent Cooper a short time later. He had turned up with flowers and wearing a nice suit. He and David both ogled Amanda in the little knitted dress and push-up bra.

  David pointed to where his little sister had just gone as he closed the door. “She’s going to drop some jaws around town dressed like that,” he said to Clair.

  “What the hell have you been doing out there?” Clair said right back. She had noticed David working on something in the laundry for the past little while. There was smoke, and pots or something banging around.

  “Chinese take away okay for dinner?” he asked, ignoring her question, but moving off toward the laundry again.

  She followed him. “Chinese sounds good,” she said.

  There was an old gas fired copper in the laundry. It was steaming away, and David used a metal bucket to fill a large metal container with the boiling water. He struggled to lift the thing, and carefully edged his way into the hall and along to the bathroom.

  Clair was behind him, peering over his shoulder as he poured the container of boiling water, almost overflowing the bath.

  “It’s rainwater,” he said. “It’s pure and clean. Amanda says it’s nice for a bath. Makes your hair really soft or something.”

  The stupid knot clenched in Clair’s chest again. “It’s for me?” she uttered. The steam in the room was disguising her teary eyes.

  The guy just nodded. “Mandy’s bath stuff is in there,” he said, indicating a cane cabinet in the corner. Amanda had already shown Clair around her brother’s bathroom, which she only used when she wanted a bath rather than a shower. There were bath-oils and candles in the cabinet. “I’ll use the other shower then go and get the Chinese,” David added. “You know where the towels are?”

  “I know,” Clair replied. “Thank you.”

  *

  David quickly showered. He had already changed the sheets and pillow cases on his bed, but he tidied a bit too, picking up some clothes and taking his wash basket to the laundry. His room was always in good order. He liked things where he could find them, and he vacuumed regularly. Vacuuming was one of his few inside chores, along with sweeping cobwebs and fumigating for spiders and ants.

  “Back soon,” he called at his bathroom door. He heard water swish and could smell the steamy, scented air.

  “Okay!” Clair called back. “Can I have something hot, please? Satay or Mongolian something or other?”

  “Yeah, should I get some wine?”

  “No, beer’s fine.”

  “Alright, back soon,” he said again, and he jumped in his work utility and found parking right outside the Chinese restaurant on the main street. He and Amanda had planned to meet some friends at the Bar and Grill, and a couple of them were outside smoking.

  “Davo!” his friend Michael called over.

  “Hey, Mike!”

  “You coming tomorrow?”

  He was referring to a rugby game that David’s old team were playing in Bega, an hour up the coast. He usually went with his mates to watch them play.

  “Sorry, mate. Got to work!” he called back, waving as he went into the restaurant.

  He ordered and waited inside. He felt nervous about the evening before him, but he had to keep the focus. She was in town for a couple of weeks and not looking for anything more than some casual sex. David had never done anything like it before, but he was determined to keep things purely physical.

  He grabbed the bag of Chinese food and hurried home. She was still in the bath, and he built a fire to take the edge off the evening chill. He set up in the lounge with the food and some beers and turned on the television. The steamy, perfumed air was drifting down the hall, so he figured bath-time was over. He waited, and she emerged from the hall in a short flannel bathrobe and sheepskin slippers. She sat beside him on the lounge.

  “That was nice,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a rain-water bath before.”

  “Part of the service, ma’am,” David quipped. “That’s special fried rice and that’s boiled,” he added.

  She seemed a bit different. He wondered about that as he filled his plate and she filled hers. Everybody Loves Raymond was on the television.

  “I can’t believe what you did with Mandy. Brent was gob-smacked,” David started, breaking a silence.

  “Mandy’s beautiful. I didn’t have to do much.”

  “That’s true—she is beautiful. But that was some dress!”

  “It’s not really. It’s just slinky and cut low.”

  David chuckled. “I noticed it was cut low. So did Brent.”

  “Well, he’s supposed to notice,” Clair shot back, giggling along and seemingly beginning to relax.

  They watched that old episode of Everybody Loves Raymond and the next one, sharing some laughs and chatting about what they each liked on television in general, and agreeing on comedy but splitting on sport versus true crime and craft or cooking shows.

  The food had been set aside, and Clair had her legs up on the lounge. David was touching a bare knee and edging his way forward and closer to her. She was leaning in a bit too.
r />   He met her lips once, then again, more forcefully. “Is it my turn yet?” he said.

  “Hmm—is it your turn,” she repeated calculatingly. “I’m not so sure about this.”

  “Not sure about what?” he had taken another kiss. She was responding. He could see where the bathrobe was opening below her waist. She had on a shiny sky-blue negligee beneath it. Maybe it was satin, he thought. It was short.

  “I’m not sure about what we’re doing here,” she said. “What do you think we’re doing?”

  David drew on his new code. “We’re having fun… No strings.”

  “Are we?”

  “I’m having fun,” he said, going for her neck and biting it, making her giggle and squirm back against the arm of the leather lounge.

  He was then lying beside her and tugging at her robe tie. She allowed that, and he opened her robe to find her body lightly veiled in a thin wisp of satin. He had decided it was satin. He could see the impression of her navel and her nipples, and that of a thin strip of pubic hair. His hand was upon her hip, and there was no under-garment beneath the negligee that he could feel.

  He kissed her again, rubbing up from her hip to feel a breast. She moaned into his mouth, and he pinched her nipple, and her warm, slender body undulated against his side as he rolled half on top of her.

  She turned her head away, though, and pushed against his chest. David lifted from her, giving her room. She looked at him, calculating again. “No strings, though, right?”

  “Yeah, or we could watch more Raymond instead,” David answered, grinning and thumbing back at the television that was running another old episode with the volume turned down.

  She frowned at him, but it looked deliberate.

  He bent to her lips again and kissed her while holding her eyes. She was still calculating. He could see her mind ticking over. He tilted his head the other way and kissed her again, still holding her eyes in question as to whether or not he should back off. He didn’t want to back off. His hand was upon her hip once more, and he gripped her there as he moved to her neck then her ear. “My turn now?” he whispered.

  She had taken hold of his head, hugging it as he squeezed her hip and pulled her upward against his thigh. “Out here, though. Not in bed,” she whispered hotly back into his hair.

  She then kept hold of his head as he kissed his way down to her chest, nuzzling between her breasts while he gripped her other hip as well and found the bottom of her negligee. He peered up at her face as he kissed her hot skin, but her head was turned away, so he accepted that and nibbled a nipple through satin. He bit and held it while her body undulated again, and he lifted the satin garment and exposed her breasts. He then closed his eyes and took that nipple into his mouth, claiming it gently between his teeth and softly sucking on it.