And right now, he does.
I roll over, spreading my legs nice and wide for him, and he begins to lick my pussy up and down again.
Then he begins to run his fingers over my hood, moving nice and fast, until my pussy begins to drip. I press my knuckles to my mouth, knowing I'm not going to last long.
And he knows it too. He dips three fingers in my cunt and begins to move in a practiced motion, fucking my pussy with his hand.
"I'm gonna make you gush, baby," he groans.
I know he's right, already my slick pussy is dripping for him. I try to catch my breath as he grinds deeper and deeper, my body moving in rhythm with his, my legs shaking as he claims my pussy.
He's right, he does makes me gush, My pussy is a faucet and he dips his head down, getting himself a long, cool drink. His tongue moves up and down, his hands gripping my ass.
"Give it to me, baby. Give me more," he begs, and so I do. I grab him, pulling him down to the bed, and I roll over, sitting on top of him, straddling my man as he fucks me.
I move fast, my hips swiveling, my tits bouncing, his eyes so drunk on my cunt, this lover of mine is going to be sorely hungover.
"This feels so good," I whimper as I ride him.
"Finally, getting a chance to practice driving my stick shift," he teases, grabbing my hips as we fuck.
I laugh. "Maybe later you can put me in reverse." When I'm with Mike, I feel limitless. "Please don't make me wait, come in me, Mike," I beg, my hands on his chest, looking deep into his eyes. "Please come in me again," I ask.
His gaze softens, and he pulls me to him, rolling me over and cradling me in his arms as he finishes inside my pussy.
"I'll come in you for as long as you want, I'll come in you as long as you need."
Chapter 11
Mike
When I wake up the next morning, it's only seven a.m. I immediately reach for Clementine, but I'm alone in the bed. I call for her, but no answer.
I pull myself out of bed and run my hands over my thick cock. Damn, I wish she was still in bed. Pulling on my boxers, I walk out into the living room of her apartment.
Being alone in her house feels strange. I check my phone, but no missed texts. Then I see a note on the kitchen counter and I reach for it.
Mike,
Sorry, I left without saying goodbye. I have the interview in Spokane, and it's a long drive over the mountain pass.
I didn't want to wake you, you look so cute sleeping there in my bed. Take your time this morning.
Also, thank you for last night for being so good to me.
I wish we had met at a different point in our lives, but I'm so grateful to have had the time with you that I did.
Take care,
Cutie
I read the letter twice, hating every damn word of it.
Thinking of her driving across the mountains, already done with me, kills me the most. I don't want her driving away, I want her here, in my arms.
But I know it's not fair to ask her something like that.
Still, I can't shake the feeling that this isn't right.
Can't shake the feeling that all I really want is her.
* * *
When I get to shop an hour or so later, Mox is already behind the counter, looking at today's appointments.
"You okay, buddy?" he asks, looking up from the computer.
I run my hand over my jaw, feeling worse for wear. "Clementine is headed to an interview in Spokane today."
My brother shakes his head, watching me. I know him better than almost anyone, and I can tell by his expression that he has a few opinions on the matter.
"Just say it," I tell him.
"Hey, bro, I was just thinking that when you know what you want, you should go for it."
"And what if what I want isn't what she wants?"
"Go after her."
"Like, move to Spokane if she gets the job?"
"Is she worth it?"
"You know she's not the only one I need to think about," I say, my mind on my baby girl, Louisa.
Mox isn't having it. "Kids are resilient. Change is usually harder on adults. "
"You're telling me I should give up my job, my house, my life to move across the mountains to Spokane, for a girl I've known a week? Seems a little insane."
He raises his hands in defense. "Hey, I'm just throwing out ideas. No idea is bad in a brainstorm."
"I know man, I know that. It's just, this is where my life is. My home, my family. My house, my business. This is where I belong. But I belong here with her."
"Did you tell her that?"
I shake my head. "What and scare the sweet thing away? Last night, I almost told her I was falling in love with her."
"Are you almost?"
I run a hand through my hair. "There's no almost about it. She's the one. The only one."
"Then what in the hell are you doing here moaning? You need to make a plan for how to tell your girl what you want and how you want it."
"And what if she says no?" I press a finger to my temple. "Is it lame to say I don't want to get hurt again?"
Mox understands. He was there after Louisa was born. He knows how hard it's been raising her on my own.
"Nah, it's only lame if you let fear win." He pushes his lips forward. "Besides, you really think Clementine could hurt you? Walk out on you and Louisa if things were hard?"
I shake my head, thinking of Clementine's sweet face, her warm smile, her heart so big it could fill this dirty auto shop. "No. And she's stronger than she looks. That's why she's going to Spokane. Why she is chasing this job. She knows how to take care of herself."
Moxon shrugs. "Maybe you need to let her know that you're here to help take care of her now."
My brother is a good man, and maybe he was a player in the past, but he's changed now.
And his words are fucking wisdom. And exactly what I need to hear.
"So, what are you gonna do?" he asks.
"I'm gonna make a plan to get my girl."
Chapter 12
Clementine
The school is exactly like I pictured. Beautiful, pristine, brand-new. I take a long walk around the building before my interview starts, trying to calm my nerves and focus on what really matters.
My future.
I can picture myself here, in one of those classrooms, putting up the letters of the alphabet on the whiteboard, filling a jar with freshly sharpened pencils and setting them on my desk.
When I go into the office for the interview, I sit before a panel of administrators who are all there to ask me questions. Who I am and what I'm all about.
I smile. I take a deep breath and remember that I can do this. I'm a qualified teacher. I do my job well and I'm passionate about the work.
"You are everything we've been looking for," the Director of Education tells me as he shakes my hand after the interview.
I nod in appreciation. "Likewise," I tell him, happy to be out of the hot seat. "I hope to hear from you soon."
I walk to my car, thinking about the last question I was asked.
Do you see yourself settling down here in Spokane Valley?
The question was innocent enough. And the answer should have been easy too.
But over the past week, my answer has changed.
When I answered, saying that I can imagine myself in a town like this I wasn't lying... exactly.
I blink back the memories of my night with Mike. Memories I can't afford to think about.
We had fun together and even though I can imagine so much more with him, maybe everything with him -- he hardly knows me.
Yes, he is handsome and an amazing father and makes me feel safe and wanted and...
Ugh.
I need to stop this. I pull out of the parking lot wondering if, when push comes to shove, do I even know if Mike is the kind of man who's going to help me get back up when I fall?
My stomach rolls, I know the answer.
But instead of thinkin
g any more about that, I need to focus on the drive home.
I get back on the freeway, stopping to get myself a cheeseburger and fries and a milkshake halfway through. It's been a long day, and I'm ready to get back home. The longer I drive, the more I can’t help but think through all the what-ifs.
Maybe I'll be offered the job and I'll have my answer.
My game plan for the future.
I turn on the radio and try to cool my thoughts. Soon enough, I am rolling back into town, and my shoulders relax. Nothing has to be decided right now. It’s not like I've even been offered the position.
When I'm nearing home, I feel my car beginning to clatter. Shake. Looking in the rearview mirror, I realize smoke is emitting from the tail. This cannot be happening again. The hood of the car is smoking too and know I can’t keep driving.
I turn right, to pull over, and my stomach lurches. Here I am. Once again. In front of the Malone Brothers Auto Shop.
Is it destiny? Kismet? Fate?
I pull my car to the side of the street and drop my head to the steering wheel as I turn off the car. My phone rings and my heart skips a beat.
I answer.
"Hello, Clementine." The man's voice is warm and sincere, but not the voice I was hoping to hear. "We met today during your interview with the Spokane Valley School District. We were all so impressed with you and are pleased to invite you to our team as a full-time kindergarten teacher."
Tears fill my eyes. I look across the street at the auto shop, it's closed for the day. And maybe that's my answer. Maybe that door has closed. Maybe it was never really open.
"Wow," I say, knowing this offer is everything I was hoping for.
But then a light turns on in the shop.
And I know exactly what I need to do.
Chapter 13
Mike
There's a knock on the door to the auto shop and it catches me off guard. We're closed for the day. Besides, I have plans.
Then I look up, and I grin. Clementine got here sooner than I thought she would.
But there she is. Looking cute as ever. It's a little after five in the evening, and the early summer sun is still out. There's a breeze outside, and a gentle wind blows through her hair.
Like the winds carried her straight to me.
I push open the door and let her in.
"So, you got my note?" I ask. I assume she's been home by now, saw the note I left her on her kitchen table.
"Note?" She frowns, shaking her head. "No, it's my car." She points across the street where exhaust fumes cloud the air, her engine in trouble again.
"Oh," I say, trying to recover. "I'm glad you got here. I wanted you to come by once you got home. Did the drive go okay?"
"It did, but it's the strangest thing. As I was driving home my car started acting up again, then just as I was pulling on to this street, it sputtered out. There I was, again, right in front of your shop." She smiles, shaking her head in disbelief. "I ended up exactly where I started a week ago."
"Destiny?" I ask with a smile.
"Kismet?" she adds with a shrug. "But I've got to admit, I'm questioning your ability as a mechanic. You said the problem would be fixed with coolant, yet here I am again." She puts her hands on her hips playfully. But she should do things like that in public. She looks so damn good.
I smile. "Maybe your car knows what you need better than you do."
"Are you suggesting my piece of junk car knew I needed to come to your shop?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying." I want to run my hands all over her, draw her lips to my own. I'm thinking about the words I said on the note, that I needed her to come here as soon as she got home. That we have some unfinished business to take care of.
Guess she didn't need to read a note to find out where she belonged.
If that's not fate, what is?
"So, how did the interview go?" I ask the question that I already know the answer to. I know it went perfectly. There is no way in hell anyone could sit across from her, ask her questions, and not want to hire her on the spot.
"It went really, really well," as he says softly, not meeting my eyes. "They even offered me the job."
I pull back, running my hand along my neck, those are not the words I want to hear even though I'd been preparing myself to hear them.
"Well, uh, congratulations," I say, trying to rein in my emotions.
"Thank you," she says, finally looking up at me. "This job offer was everything I had ever hoped for."
"I see." I swallow hard, suddenly feeling like a goddamn fool, going out and buying her a diamond ring, thinking of the future with her, when here she is, already gone.
"No," she says, shaking her head. "I don't think you see."
"What's that mean?" I ask, moving closer to her, willing my heart to stop beating so damn loudly.
She bites her lip, suppressing a smile. "Well, the strangest thing happened. My car started acting up, so I pulled over, across the street from the shop. And then I got the phone call, offering me the job. I looked across the street and saw that the lights were all off inside your shop. I thought, maybe that's what the universe wanted me to see. That things here are done. That I have no unfinished business."
I clear my throat, not sure where this is headed.
She continues, "I thought I knew what I needed, Mike. But just when I thought I knew everything, where my life was headed, there you were, cooling down my car and heating up my heart, all at the same time."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying I turned down the job. Just when I thought I knew everything, the light in your shop turned on. You were here, waiting for me. And I know you haven't made me any promises, and I don't know where things with us might go, but I want to find out. So, I said no to the offer. I'm gonna apply to be a substitute teacher here. And eventually, maybe there will be a job that opens up. But I want to take the risk, I want to see this through."
"Are you playing with me, Cutie?"
She shakes her head, having no clue how deep her words have hit home. "No. I'm not, Mike. I'm staying put."
"I know you're scared," I tell her. "This is happening fast, and I know you want a plan, a safety net." I look at her eyes, see that those sweet things are brimming with tears. "Clementine, let me be your safety net. Let me catch you when you fall. Let me make promises I intend to keep."
She shakes her head, covering her face with her hands.
"What, you don't like my idea?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist, and cupping her cheek with my hand.
"No," she says. "I love that idea. The truth is, Mike, I love you."
I give her the cocky grin I know she loves, dimples and all.
Then I dropped to one knee, shocking the hell out of her.
"Good. Because when I bought this diamond ring this morning, I was hoping you'd want to stick around." I pull the ring from my pocket, offering it to her. "I love you, Clementine. I know it's fast and I know it's crazy. But there are crazier things than falling in love."
"Oh, Mike," she says, tears streaking her cheeks. She shakes her head in disbelief. But she better believe this. I am making more than a promise. I am making vows.
"Marry me, Clementine. Be my wife."
She flings her arms around me. "Yes. Oh, Mike. Is this really happening?"
"Yes, Cutie, it's happening. You think I'd take you on the hood of my car and not find a way to make you my bride?" She laughs, her smile so damn bright. "Here's the thing, Clementine," I say, slipping the ring on her finger, "you may have learned to drive a stick shift, but I'm not sure you know how to rotate my tires."
"Is that some sort of innuendo?" She laughs as I squeeze her perfect, round ass. "Because if it is, I have literally no idea what it means."
"Neither do I, Cutie pie. But I do know this: I love you with all that I am."
"You put the dirty in my cute."
"And you put my car in overdrive."
She pulls my mouth to hers. "Stop with the
puns and kiss me already."
I hold my fiancée in my arms, bring her lips to mine and I kiss her hard.
Knowing I will kiss her forever.
Epilogue
Mike
One Year Later:
I turn off Louisa's bedside lamp and kiss her forehead. She always falls asleep pretty quickly when I read to her.
"Love you, LuLu," I whisper, always amazed at how sweet my little girl looks when she sleeps.
I mark our place in Little House in the Big Woods, and set it on her dresser, before closing her door.
Clementine is sitting in the kitchen at the table, papers stacked everywhere in neat little piles. The kitchen is clean, leftovers from dinner tucked away and lunches for tomorrow already packed. Clementine turned this house into a home in no time and I couldn't be more grateful. LuLu and I didn't know what we were missing all those years. Turns out what we were missing was Clementine.
"She go down okay?" Cutie asks.
I nod, moving behind her chair, leaning down and wrapping my arms around my wife.
"Yeah, out cold."
"What about you?" she asks, stacking a pile of papers neatly before looking over her shoulder at me. "You tired?"
My cock twitches. "I wouldn't call it tired. But I'd like to take my wife to bed."
"Oh, yeah?" Her eyebrows lift. "Well lucky for you, I just finished grading the last spelling tests. And did you remember, I told you I needed to talk to you about something after LuLu went to bed?
"I remember. Give me some credit here, baby." I give her a smile, and she pushes back from her chair. Her back arches slightly and all I want to do is wrap my arms around her waist, pull her to me. I could take her right now on this table, but I know it would stress her out, considering the school papers are lying everywhere. "You're the sexiest damn kindergarten teacher in the world you know that, right?"
She pouts playfully. "I'm still so in over my head."
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