Rock glared at Bones, the veins on his neck straining against his skin. "You'll do no fuckin' thing. She's not available."
"She's got a dude? All the beautiful women are hooked up," Rags said, and Bones nodded.
"She's not fuckin' hooked up. I'm outta here." He jumped up so hard he knocked his stool over. He was so pissed off. There's no fuckin' way Clotille's hooking up with any man. And this Clark fuck better back off. No one's taking her. He stormed out of the great room, Rags and Bones's guffaws grating on his nerves.
He marched into the kitchen but it was empty, the large pot of gumbo simmering away on one of the burners. Sprinting up the stairs two at a time until he reached his room, he opened his door and Clotille yelped. She stood in the middle of the room in her bra and panties, trying to cover herself with her sweater.
His stare washed over her from head to toe. "Why're you hiding your body from me?"
Red stained her cheeks. "You startled me."
"You're not anymore. Let me see your body. It's not like I never have."
She shook her head. "We're not like that anymore. You can't just come in here and ask to see me, then walk out and take up with one of the club girls. That isn't the way it works with me."
"Who told you I was fucking the club women?"
"I can see what's going on. You left with Wendy yesterday. I don't have to have a high IQ to figure it out."
He walked to her and traced his finger down her jawline. "So you figured out I was screwing Wendy?" She nodded. "There's no way, chérie. The only one I've banged in the last four months is you."
She rolled her eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"
He shrugged. "You can believe it or not, but I know I haven't been with anyone since you and I were together in Lafayette. You fuckin' do something to me that makes me think and want only you. Did you get a mojo bag when we were back home?"
She laughed softly. "I've been wondering the same thing about you. You're all I ever think about. It's like you're pulling me to you all the time."
"Yeah, like a fuckin' magnet. I feel the same."
"You do? I thought you hated me," she whispered.
"Hate? I could never hate mon petit chouchou. Fuckin' pissed at you … yeah, I was."
"Was?"
"Not so much anymore. When I thought about it, I knew you did what you thought was best for our son. And you bringing him here just blew my mind." He stroked her cheek with his finger.
"I wanted you both to get to know each other, but I didn't realize how hard it would be to see you with other women."
"You're the only woman for me, always have been. Life just keeps kicking us in the ass, but I think it's time we kicked back." He took her face between his hands and kissed her gently on the lips. The contact with her skin was like touching a live wire, the spark going straight to his dick. He yanked away the sweater she held in front of her and she stood before him in a sheer bra and matching panties. He inhaled sharply, needing to lose himself in her lush body.
She trembled before him, tiny bumps peppering her skin as he glided his hands over her curves and softness. "Rock," she moaned, then grabbed a handful of his thick hair and pulled his face closer to hers.
He felt his pulse quicken when her lips parted and she closed her eyes, sighing as he whispered her name. He outlined her lips with the tip of his tongue while his hand grazed her neck. A soft moan escaped from her throat, and he felt his cock swell in his jeans. "It's been too long, chérie." His lips brushed against hers as he spoke before he sprinkled feathery kisses over her face, her eyelashes fluttering on his cheek. Then his lips caressed hers and she circled her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, returning his kiss with abandonment. Her tongue plunged into his mouth and he had to adjust his jeans to relieve the throbbing ache of his cock as it responded to her scent, her touch, her taste.
"I want you so bad," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
"I've been craving you since I saw you standing in the doorway holding Andrew's hand. Fuck, chouchou, you send all my goddamned senses reeling. I can never have enough of you."
He dipped his head and she cradled it against her soft breasts, his tongue lapping the thin fabric of her bra. With one fluid movement, he had her bra off and his mouth on her stiffening nipples. Each suck, bite, and pinch brought a melody of moans, whimpers, and cries of pleasure. He lowered her to the bed and hovered over her, his face only a few inches from hers. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, but he knew they were tears of desire, happiness, and love. Every time she kissed him, moaned his name, or held him, the steel around his heart melted. She was his and he was hers, and nothing could ever take that away from them.
"You make me so wet, cher. I love the way you feel inside me."
"I gotta have you now, chérie. We have time for slow lovemaking later, but now I gotta fuck you hard. I wanna hear you screaming as I slam into you. I'm not going to hold out much longer."
He quickly threw off his boots and clothes, then peeled off her bikini panties. His gaze devoured her ripe nakedness, his dick hard as granite. Her soft hands curled around his cock and he grunted from deep in his throat. "Chérie, I'm not gonna make it if you touch me. I'm so fuckin' turned on I'm going to blow." He spread her legs wide and smiled wickedly when he saw her glistening pussy. "I gotta have a taste." He went between her legs and swiped his tongue over her engorged clit, the tip of his tongue flicking her bud steadily. He pushed a couple fingers up her slit, and his pre-come smeared against her thigh. She's so hot and sexy. Fuck, I love this woman.
Kneeling, he leaned back and picked up her legs placing them over his shoulders. Grabbing a pillow, he put it under her sweet ass and then he pushed into her. Her cry almost made him lose it, but he pinched the base of his cock and pulled all the way out. He shoved in again, then out. Over and over he slammed in and out of her, the pillow making her ass higher so he could thrust more deeply into her heated wetness. His balls slapped against the underside of her butt and the room filled with the scent of their arousal. As he pounded in and out of her, he moved his finger over her clit until she thrashed her head about on the pillow, her moans filling his ears.
She went over the edge first and he watched as her whole body tightened and then shook, a feral look in her eyes. A sheen of sweat shone on her upper lip and forehead, and she scratched his chest with her nails. He pumped into her some more before his balls tightened and a rush of release shot through him as he pumped his hot streams inside her. Deep moans ripped from his throat as he thrust one last time, his spent cock warm in her tight pussy.
"Fuck, Clotille. That was fuckin' awesome." He kissed her lips, then rolled off her and lay by her side. He tucked her in close to him, her warm arm across his waist making him smile.
They lay sated, her fingertips drawing circles on his skin, his hand smoothing down her hair. "I want you and Andrew to stay. He needs me, and I need both of you."
"Are you sure about that?" she asked in a low voice. "It's not the incredible sex that's talking, is it?"
He squeezed her. "No. The fucking just makes it better. I love you. I always have, and there's no fuckin' way I'm letting you and Andrew walk out of my life. I want this to work between us. We gotta at least give it a shot."
"I'd like that. I love you too. Andrew adores you. We owe it to him to see if we can make it."
"I want it to work. You're the only woman for me."
"And never forget that."
He chuckled and held her close to him. "There's no fuckin' way I will."
He'd take her with him to look for a house. Andrew had to go to school, so he'd enroll him first thing on Monday. Rock's heart felt as though it would burst. Clotille had melted away the steel that had encased it, and she'd filled all the cracks in it. She was the reason he was whole again.
The storm had passed for them, and the two of them-once broken-had come out stronger. They were willing to fight for love.
And neither of them was ever going to quit.
Epilogue
Four months later
Andrew and Jack flew through the back door, their cheeks red from the cold. "Mom, you gotta come and see the baddest snowman ever!" Andrew stood next to his mother, his black eyes shining, as he gulped in air. "Come on."