Man of the House(165)

“The wife calls,” Dow joked.

I glanced at him. “Better not,” I said. “Jetter might hear.”

Dow grinned.

“Later, boys,” I said, and walked over to Janine.

I led her out of the place, out of the roaring crowd and into the quiet evening.

“How did it go, meeting him?” I asked her.

“Weird,” she said. “Very weird.”

“What did you think?”

She sighed. “I’d rather not talk about it. Can you just take me home?”

“Whatever you want, princess.”

We got onto my bike and roared toward her apartment. She looked tired, real tired, and I could only guess at what was going on inside her head. The girl had just met her future husband for the first time and been officially claimed by him.

She could still back out, but it was going to be much harder. There’d be much more fallout now if she left.

I knew she wouldn’t. I knew she wasn’t the type to back down when things got hard. If anything, she was stubborn as hell and was going to dig in.

I parked out front again and took her upstairs, leading the way. She didn’t argue this time, just looked too tired to fight. I unlocked her door and went in first, checking the place out before letting her in.

She disappeared into her bedroom without a word.

“Well shit,” I said, sitting down on my couch. “Guess it’s just you and me tonight, couch.”

But after ten minutes of watching some shitty action movie on television, I couldn’t take that shit anymore. Annoyed, I got up off the couch and went over to her bedroom door.

I knocked once and then pushed it open.

She looked up at me, shock clear on her face.

Janine was lying on her bed wearing only a long white T-shirt cut low. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard, standing out from the thin cotton.

And her hand was between her legs.

My cock was instantly hard as I realized what she was doing.

“Clutch,” she said, staring at me.

But she didn’t ask me to leave.

I didn’t say a word. I just walked over to her and grabbed her hips, yanking her toward me. She spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I thought this was a mistake,” she said.

“Mistake or not, I’m taking what I want.”

I kissed her hard.





15





Janine





I didn’t have time to tell him not to come in.

Or maybe I just didn’t want to.

But as soon as he was standing there staring at me, I knew I wasn’t turning back. I’d had my hand between my legs, just starting to rub my soaked clit while thinking about Clutch’s strong body, and then suddenly he showed up.

I wasn’t saying no; I wasn’t telling him to leave. Part of me knew that I should, but I couldn’t. He just walked over to me and pulled me toward him.

When he kissed me, it drove my whole body absolutely wild.

I had been wet already from touching myself a little and from thinking about him, but I was absolutely soaking wet the second his strong hands grabbed me and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

He kissed me hard, and I pushed away all those negative thoughts, every part of me that knew this was a mistake. I pushed it all away and kissed him back, letting my tongue touch his, passion rolling through my body.

His lips found my neck, my mouth. “What were you thinking about?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You were thinking about my fucking cock,” he said. “You were thinking about sliding that tight cunt down my cock, moaning my name, coming hard and fast.”

“No,” I lied.

“You were rubbing that little pussy of yours and thinking about me just in the other room.” I felt his hands run down my body and press between my legs. I gasped as he touched my clit. “You’re absolutely dripping, you dirty girl. You must really like imagining how I’d fuck you.”

“Oh shit, Clutch,” I groaned.

“That’s right,” he said. “Say my fucking name. You don’t have to imagine it anymore.”

His fingers moved along my clit, sliding along my skin and rolling along me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I groaned as he slid his fingers inside me, fucking my pussy, moving in deeper.

“Fuck, Janine. Your tight cunt is perfect,” he said. “Everything about you drives me fucking insane.”

“Clutch, that feels good, right there,” I moaned.

I could practically feel his grin. “You want me to keep doing that?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He stopped and kissed my mouth. I groaned, pulling at him.

“Oh, you want this again?” he teased.

“Don’t,” I said.

He laughed and pressed his fingers back inside me, moving deep in and out. I groaned, spreading my legs wider, and leaned back on my hands. He kissed my neck, fucking my pussy, rolling his fingers out along my clit and back inside me.