Page 32 of Claymore
I smiled warmly.I’m not eating any of this without you.I shut the kitchen lights off so I wouldn’t wake her, quietly wrapping up the food she’d made, slipping it into the fridge for later. Once I was done, I headed for the shower, turning on the tap as the hot water streamed down onto the tile. Stepping in, feeling it hit my skin, it instantly calmed me.
The steam puffed up in a cloud above my head as I washed away the day. My mind wandered off to Ella, picturing her in the kitchen, putting together a meal for us to share. I imagined that bright smile on her face and how quickly it must’ve faded when she realized I was gonna be late. I promised myself I’d make it up to her. It was the least I could do. I shut the shower off, wiping myself down with a fluffy towel before I went into the bedroom to grab some sweats from my dresser.
I slipped them on, feeling the exhaustion wash over me, and I knew there was no way I’d be sleeping in bed with Ella out on the couch. When I made it out to the living room, she was still fast asleep and I carefully wrapped my arms around her, lifting her up. I smiled down at that beautiful face again before I carried her off to my bed, wrapping her up in my duvet.
“Sleep well, darlin’,” I whispered.
I leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. She breathed softly, her chest rising and falling, and it was the most peaceful I’d ever seen anyone sleep. Part of me didn’t want to leave her, but I quietly tiptoed toward the bedroom door, shutting it behind me.
I plopped myself down onto the couch, pulling the blanket up over my bare chest, relishing in the scent of her as I slowly drifted off.
I slept like a goddamn baby until I heard the sound of a loudbang!ripple through the kitchen. It instantly jolted me awake. I tossed the blanket from my legs, rushing over to see the soft hue of the sunrise trickling in through the window. In the warm light, there Ella stood in her oversized white T-shirt, clutching a glass to her chest.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry, Claymore. I didn’t mean to wake you. I shut the cupboard a little too hard I suppose,” she said.
I smiled. “It’s okay, Ella. I just thought something happened.”
“Always coming to my rescue, aren’t you?” she asked, teasingly.
“I’m sorry I was so late. I tried to make it back earlier, but things got a little complicated.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Tank’s handling it now,” I said.
I glanced down at the glass in her hand again, noticing how her hard nipples pierced through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. I fought the urge to stare, watching as she made her way over to the fridge, filling up the glass with cold water from the dispenser. I inched closer to her, reaching up into the cupboard for one myself when I stopped. The soft brush of her fingertips against my skin set me on fire, it made me want to feel every inch of her on mine.
I remembered what happened at the springs, how she’d said things would be too complicated for us if we got any closer, but I couldn’t deny how she made me feel. I set the glass down, reaching up to caress her cheek, and she stared up at me through the crescents of her eyelashes.
Her breath quickened at my touch, and I lifted her chin slightly.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
My lips crashed into hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck, completely forgetting the tall drink of water in her hand, spilling it everywhere. She let out that adorable little giggle as I lifted her up, resting her perfect ass right on the kitchen counter. I relished in the scent of her, in the feeling of her plump lips on mine. I didn’t want this moment to end. I didn’t want to lose this high.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me closer. My hands entangled in her hair as I pressed my lips up against hers, feeling her tongue toy with mine. I felt my length grow rock solid beneath the fabric of my sweatpants, and I tried to ignore it. I tried to fight the fiery sensation that erupted between us, but we only dove in deeper together.
She buried her head in my neck, trailing kisses down my skin, and I savored every moment of it. Her fingers ran through my blonde tresses, pulling them back to expose my ear.
“I want you, Claymore. All of you.”
“Ella? Are you sure?” I asked, and she bit her lip, nodding.
“I’m sure.”
Chapter Eight
Ella
My heart raced, thumping loudly like the hollowed sound of a drum. I savored the scent of Claymore’s skin, the light sweat and intoxicating cologne that drove my senses wild. My manicured fingernails rippled through his soft blond hair, and his lips traveled down my body with such slow precision, I nearly lost my mind. All my inhibitions, all my worries were completely lost to me now. I didn’t care about complicating things, I didn’t care about getting involved with a biker who could possibly rip my heart out. I let it all melt away with every brush of skin and soft peck he left behind.
His hands traveled up the fabric of the T-shirt I’d been wearing.His T-shirt.He grabbed a handful of my breast, squeezing tightly, and with every move he made, I only grew wetter. My fingers clung to the overhang of the countertop, digging as deep as they could go while he teased me. Every touch was a slow burn, a calculated move to make my body erupt with pleasure even before he truly began.
He lifted the T-shirt over my head, tossing it away and it landed on the burner dial. I bit my lip, feeling his soft lips wrap around my nipple, sucking on it. I moaned, feeling his other hand make its way up my décolletage, lowering my chin so I could get a good look at him. He moved down my body, kissing my inner thighs, and I threw my head back the second he started tearing my panties off.
I was soaking wet, so wet that I felt it trickle down my legs. I blushed hard, every inch of my skin flushing in the warm morning light. Claymore tossed my panties away, spreading my legs, running his fingers along my pussy lips. He rubbed and stroked my clit, massaging it in perfect circles until the sensations started shooting up through my entire body. He left a glistening trail of wetness with every kiss he imprinted into my skin, giving my pussy the attention it so greatly craved.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d been starving for this, how long I’d felt this unsatiated hunger grow. The subtle brush we had with this kind of wildfire back at the springs scared me. It made me fear the possibility that someone may love me the way I always dreamed. I couldn’t deny how Claymore made me feel any longer. Every bone in my body was telling me to dive right in, to plunge into this with him no matter how hard we may crash or burn.
