Losing Her Heart (Sweet Somethings Book 4) Read online

  Our drive back to Sugarhill is spent talking about Clay. He tells me about culinary school and a few hilarious stories about Amos that I can’t wait to give him shit for. Paybacks a bitch, even if I’m glad he and Margo spilled the beans about how to give me a perfect date. We talk about how stressful it is to be a chef in a busy restaurant.

  “If I didn’t get out, I was going to bald before thirty-five.”

  “Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad to do something you’re so passionate about.”

  He shakes his head. “You’re right, I love cooking for people, it’s all the other bullshit that comes from running a Michelin starred kitchen and balance all of the staff. Maybe if I owned my own place, it would be different, but after working under that kind of pressure, I have no desire to own a restaurant.”

  “So you moved to Sugarhill and bought a shithole bar sight unseen?”

  He laughs, “Basically.”

  “It’s coming along, though.” I chew my bottom lip because things are moving so fast that my part of the job is almost over. The last bit is installing the new toilets and urinals. Everything else is done. “I’m almost done,” I admit, not wanting to.

  He looks over at me and gives me a frown. “I thought you still had a bunch of work in the bathrooms.”

  I shake my head and know there is a sadness in my eyes that can’t be avoided. I love working alongside Clay… It’s going to suck to have to move on to something else. “Just the toilets and urinals. We finished installing the sinks today. I finished the kitchen last weekend… and the bar…”

  He curses under his breath. Apparently, he doesn’t want me to be done either. I know that things between us won’t end after the job is over, but at the same time, it sucks. I hate knowing that I won’t see him every day. He grabs my hand from across the console and squeezes, picking up on the maudlin direction of my thoughts.

  I’m even more depressed when he pulls up my house. I don’t want the night to end. Clay walks me to the door, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m pulling him down for a fierce kiss. He doesn’t try to pull away or put a stop to it when my hands roam underneath his shirt. When I finally pull away, his cock is hard and pressing against my stomach.

  “Come inside?” I ask, but it’s really a demand, and he knows it.

  He takes my keys from me and silently unlocks the door. I let out a little scream when he throws me over his shoulder and carries me into the house. I laugh at the ridiculousness because my friends have all told me about being thrown over their men’s shoulders and toted around like a sack of potatoes. I always laughed, thinking I would never let that happen to me.

  Well, I fucking love being Clay’s potato sack. I decide he can go all caveman on me anytime he wants and toss me around. Especially when he tosses me down on my bed and lands on top of me. His lips crash down on mine, and his hand fists my hair keeping me tied to him. I whimper into the ferociousness of his lips. He kisses me until we both have to break away to catch our breath.

  “I’m going to make love to you, Prue. I’m going to slowly strip you, unwrapping you like the gift you are, then I’m going to kiss every inch of your skin until you’re dripping wet and begging for me. Only then will I bury my tongue in your hot little cunt and lick you until you’re coming all over my face.”

  Did I mention Clay has a dirty fucking mouth? He does, and I love it. Love it. “What are you waiting for?”

  He chuckles darkly. “Not waiting, just making sure you understand what’s happening here.”

  I give him a confused look because I know exactly what we are doing… sex. We are about to have incredible sex.

  “We’re making love, princess. I’m not going to fuck you like a rutting beast. I’m going to worship your body like it deserves. Then I’m going to do it all over again.”

  My pussy pulses at what he’s describing, and I want it. I want it so bad it aches.

  Just like he said, he starts to slowly strip my clothes away—first my shirt, then my boots and jeans. I wriggle my hips helping him remove the tight material. He lets out a low groan when my panties come into view. I may have worn the skimpiest pair I own. A black lace thong that doesn’t cover much of anything at all. A thong that’s currently soaked. I whimper when he starts kissing his way up my body, paying special attention to the inside of my knee when I jerk and giggle.

  Jesus, I’m giggling for Christ's sake. He completely bypasses where I need him most, kissing up my torso to my bra covered breasts. Clay deftly undoes my bra's front clasp, freeing my breasts to the cool air of the room. I shiver when he lightly licks first one nipple then the next.

  “I love seeing my marks on these beautiful tits of yours,” he growls. “Makes me want to keep my marks on you forever.”

  “Do it. Mark me as yours. I love it,” I freely admit.

  He takes me at my word and sucks my delicate skin between his lips until there is a purple bruise blooming on my skin. Another mark of his possession. Then he’s torturing my nipples, he licks and sucks them until I’m pulling at his hair, directing him from one to another because it feels too damn good.

  He pulls a whimper from me when he starts rubbing his jean covered cock against my soaked pussy. I know I’m leaving a wet spot on him through my panties, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed about it.

  “Please, Clay, I need you.”

  “Mmm, that’s it, beg me, princess.”

  I do. I shamelessly beg him while rubbing my needy pussy all over him. Wantonly spreading my wetness all over his jeans. He stands from the bed and strips his clothes without preamble. One second he’s fully dressed, and the next he’s got his face buried in my pussy, my torn thong floating to the ground somewhere behind him.

  Fuck, that’s hot. It’s not the first pair of panties he’s destroyed in the name of getting to my pussy faster. Before long, I’m going to run out of underwear, but I really don’t care. I’ll go buy some more just for him to rip off of me.

  Clay’s wicked tongue tastes me from top to bottom. I whimper and moan as he licks me, my passion growing with every swipe of his tongue. He circles my clit, paying special attention to the spots that make me cry out before dancing away again.

  He’s driving me utterly mad, and I love it. I love everything he does to me, even as it’s driving me crazy. His attentions just make me want more. I grind my hips up into his mouth as his tongue enters my tightness. I grip his hair, keeping him there as he quickly fucks my pussy with it. My orgasm builds until I’m standing on a tightwire, ready to freefall.

  “You taste so fucking good, princess,” he growls into my pussy. I shudder at the vibrations and not just from his dirty words—though those definitely hit their mark. “I want you to come on my mouth. Don’t hold back.”

  “Yes,” I moan as he continues to devour me. I have no idea how he thinks I’ve been holding back. I’ve been practically ripping his hair out and begging him not to stop. I come undone as he sucks my clit and slips two fingers deep inside my aching tightness. He thrusts them deep, hitting that magical spot inside me that never fails to send me into a screaming release that soaks his hand and mouth.

  I let myself go. My orgasm explodes through me, making my head spin and lights to dance before my eyes. My entire being quivers and shakes as he continues licking me through my orgasm, keeping me in my freefall into utter bliss. He wrings out every bit of pleasure he can until I’m so sensitive, I’m pulling him away. With a final kiss to my clit, he moves up my body, his bare cock nestled against my wetness. He thrusts through my folds, and I barely hold back another orgasm.

  “Fuck me, Clay. Please, I need you to fill me up. I ache for you.”

  He tsks. “What did I say I was going to do to you?”

  My brain sluggishly goes over our conversation, and it dawns on me what he’s talking about. “Make love to me…” I say the words I never once thought I would say with utter honesty. Not only does my body want it, but my heart is crying out for it.

  “
Good girl,” he says, kissing me lightly, sharing my taste with me. It never fails to heighten my ardor. I love how dirty the man is. It’s like he took a page from my every fantasy and bestows it upon my body.

  Oh so slowly, he notches the head of his cock against my opening and starts to enter me. Every thick inch drags against my sensitive folds, and I nearly come undone before he’s completely filled me. Little shocks of pleasure jolt through me, causing him to groan as my pussy spasms around him. Then he’s all the way in, and I’m the one groaning.

  “So full,” I moan. And I am. Clay is huge and fills me stretching me perfectly. He stays buried deep, leaning down to give me a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance lazily together as he slowly makes love to me. The moment so tender, it has tears welling up. I’ve never once felt so much emotion during sex in my life… then again, I’ve never made love before either.

  My climax builds slowly as he controls every moment of our lovemaking. When I try to move my hips to take him harder and faster, he holds me back, gripping tight to my hip and not allowing me to search out the ferocious heat that usually consumes me when Clay is fucking me.

  “Slow…” Clay murmurs against my lips. I shudder as he keeps his thrusts slow, burying his cock deep and swiveling his hips to grind his pelvis against my sensitive clit. When I come, it rolls through me like an ocean wave. Building in power as it swells before crashing against the rocks. I scream his name, unable to do anything else to let go of the emotion he’s dragging out of me from somewhere deep inside.

  His release floods my pussy as his cock jumps inside me, emptying rope after sticky rope deep inside me. Once he’s drawn out every ounce of our pleasure, he collapses on the bed beside me, then pulls me into his arms. I willingly curl up against him, humming happily as his work-rough fingertips make lazy trails up and down my back.

  For the first time ever, I fall asleep in a man’s arms.

  10

  Clay

  Prue is a cuddler. Most would be shocked that my brash plumber has such a soft side, but I’m not. She’s held herself back her entire adult life and is finally allowing herself to feel the softer side of romance. I press a kiss to the top of her head and reluctantly disentangle myself from her.

  I find a spare toothbrush in her bathroom and brush my teeth. I contemplate pulling on my clothes while I go make us coffee, but decide I’d rather not have any obstacles between me and her. I’m definitely having her again. My cock is half-hard, and I’m tempted to slip between her legs and wake her up with my cock inside her, but I resist—for now. Instead, I head to the kitchen to make coffee and cook her breakfast.

  I’ve just put the coffee on when I hear a swishing sound followed by an ominous growl. I turn quickly and see a dog I didn’t know Prue had standing a few feet away, just inside a doggy door I didn’t notice.

  “Hey, puppy, I’m a friend of your moms…” I say in a calm, placating tone. The dog is having none of that as it growls again, showing razor-sharp teeth and just how badly it wants to take a chunk out of me. I barely have time to scramble up on the countertop before the dog lunges at me.

  I’ll be honest, I shriek like a girl. The dog growls and barks, spittle flying from its mouth looking like some deranged Cujo… in fact… the dog looks exactly like Cujo. Jesus, what is my girl doing with such a vicious beast?

  A few seconds later, Prue comes running into the kitchen wearing nothing but my shirt from last night. Only one button is buttoned, leaving it gaping open in the most tempting way possible. She takes in the scene and laughs. Not just a little laugh, no, she throws her head back and laughs a full-on belly laugh. In any other circumstance, I would love seeing her so happy, but as it is, yeah… no.

  “Lolli, heel.” The dog instantly calms and trots over to its master. The dog sits at her feet, its tail wagging like crazy. Prue leans down and gives the dog a hug and scratches it behind the ears. “Naughty girl. You shouldn’t scare our guests like that.”

  If dogs could look chagrined, it would definitely be the look the beast is giving Prue right now. “Sorry about that. I forgot to warn you about Lolli… she’s got a bit of a problem with men… and cats.”

  “Come on, baby, outside with you.”

  Lolli whines, obviously not wanting to leave her master’s side. I have to admit, I do like how protective the dog is… under other circumstances, I would be extremely happy about it. Standing naked as the day I was born on the girl I love’s counter definitely doesn’t bring out the warm and fuzzies.

  Prue leads the dog to the doggy door, and she reluctantly goes back outside, giving me a daring look as she goes. Prue slides a cover over the doggy door so that Lolli is unable to come back inside.

  “You can come down from there now,” she says, chuckling.

  I jump down from the counter, giving the thin plastic piece covering the doggy door a skeptical look.

  Prue laughs at my obvious distress. “Lolli won’t try to come back inside. She wouldn’t have hurt you, you know?”

  I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. “Did you see her barking hysterically at me looking like she wanted nothing more than to eat me for breakfast?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Lolli is all bark and no bite. She’s loud and protective, but she’s also sweet as pie. If you hadn’t shrieked and crawled on top of the counter, she would’ve lost interest in you.”

  I give her an exasperated look. “After she took a chunk out of me! The dog lunged at me. Why do you think I ended up on the counter?”

  Prue purses her lips. “Well, then… hmm… you know what they say about animal instincts,” she shrugs. “They can sense a person’s character…”

  I know exactly where she’s going with this, and a little sliver of panic bubbles up. Surely she won’t end things just because her dog doesn’t like me? Would she?

  Prue laughs… “Don’t worry, I’m fucking with you, Lolli hates all men equally.”

  I let out a sigh of relief. Then practically run to her bedroom to pull on my jeans. Mental note: never wander around naked at Prue’s house lest I be caught unaware of Cujo and stuck on a countertop nude again.

  I spend the entire workday doing my best to distract Prue. I don’t want her to finish the job. Any other businessperson would be glad that their contractor was done ahead of schedule, but not me. I want her here with me even if we are both distracted with our own projects most of the time.

  “I know what you’re doing,” she accuses me after the fourth time I’ve come into the bathroom to ask her something ridiculous.

  “Oh?” I ask innocently.

  “Distractions will only put off the inevitable for so long.”

  “Busted,” I say with a smile. “Can you blame a guy? Besides, I’m the boss,” I shrug,” I can do whatever I want. And right now, I want my girl to be here longer.”

  Prue gives me a soft smile before that familiar hardness hides it away. “Who said I’m your girl? And you’re definitely not my boss,” she says empathetically. “I’m my own damn boss, and that’s how I like it.”

  I stride over to her and pull her against my chest. “I say you’re my girl. Are you going to argue? I could shove you against the wall and show you just how mine you are.”

  Prue pulls me down, kissing me like crazy. “I think I like being yours.” She looks shocked as she says it as if she can’t believe the words came out of her mouth.

  “I love you being my girl,” I say, countering her words.

  A soft smile spreads on her face again, this time she doesn’t try to hide it. That night we go back to her house, and we make love again… followed up by dirty fucking that has us both clawing at each other like wild beasts. She scratches my back, drawing blood while I bite down on her shoulder, leaving perfect teeth marks on her pale skin. The pain taking our pleasure to the next level.

  Lolli isn’t so… abrupt with her disdain for me and actually softens when I offer her bacon behind Prue’s back. By the third piece, she seems to have forgiven me for being a man a
nd is licking my fingers and allowing me to scratch behind her ears.

  “It’s some kind of a miracle. Lolli never warms up to men so quickly. It took her weeks to warm up to Torin, Amos, and Carson when the girls brought them over.”

  I shrug, “You know what they say about canine instincts.”

  She laughs, shaking her head. Then tilts her head up for me to kiss her while her dog sits beside me, wagging her tail.

  Despite trying to distract her, Prue quickly finishes the bathrooms and is officially done with her portion of getting Sweets up and running again. Thankfully, she seems just as upset about the situation as I am. It’s good to know she’s enjoyed working with me as much as I have her.

  “It’s going to be weird not seeing you every day,” she confesses as we leave for the day.

  “Who says we won’t see each other every day?” I ask with a growl.

  “I just… I mean, I don’t expect…”

  I grab her up into my arms and kiss her soundly. “I’m not with you because it’s convenient, Pruette Olsen. I’m with you because you’ve got my heart wrapped around your little finger.”

  “Oh… I-”

  I stop her from talking by crashing my lips to hers. Quickly silencing whatever argument she was about to make. We will be seeing each other every day… I’ll find a way.

  11

  Prue

  True to his word, we see each other every day. Somedays we meet at the diner for dinner, sometimes I come help with some project at Sweets… Other days, like today, we spend the day in bed talking, and well… more. A lot more. Amazing, earth-shattering levels of more.

  “What’s your plan for the future?”

  I give Clay a suspicious look. He’s been slowly directing our conversation towards deeper subjects. So far, I’ve been able to distract him with kisses and some of that more I mentioned earlier. He’s stubborn, though, and apparently won’t be distracted any longer.