Mid Life Love (Mid Life Love #1)(62)

“Since you’re not going to tell me what you want me to do to you...” I adjusted my screen. “I want to f**k your mouth.”

Her jaw dropped.

“I’ve wanted to feel your lips wrapped around my dick since the first day we met.”

“Oh god...” She shut her eyes.

“Open your eyes back up...Look at me. Look. At. Me.”

She let out a muffled moan and slowly blinked.

“I want to be the first man to taste you. I want to kiss your clit and f**k you with my tongue. Are you going to let me do that?”

“Ahhhh...”

“Answer me.”

“Yessss...”

“You like me talking to you like this, don’t you?”

She was shutting her eyes again; slowly rocking her body back and forth against fingers that I wished weren’t hidden from me.

“I can’t wait to see you in person again.” I lowered my voice. “I’m going to f**k the shit out of you.”

“Stop...Stop talking...”

“Tell me you’re mine.” I could tell she was about to cum; she was biting down on her lip and shaking her head. “Tell me right now.”

“Yes...Yes...” She let go and fell back onto her pillows, “yours.”

I watched her gasp for air and convulse, watched the vibrations rip through her sexy body, and waited for her to calm down.

It took several minutes for her breathing to get under control, for her chest to stop heaving uncontrollably.

When she was finally coherent, she reached for the laptop and brought it up to her chest.

“Is your problem fixed now?” I raised my eyebrow.

She lay back against her pillows and suppressed a smile. “I never had a problem...”

“Of course you didn’t. What are your plans for today?”

“I’m going to go for a run around seven at Golden Gate Park...You?”

“A very long cold shower.” I noticed her holding back a laugh. “I don’t think too many people will be at that park around seven.”

“Are you trying to ask if you can join me?”

“I don’t need to.” I smiled. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Claire stopped running and plopped down on a bench right by the lake.

“That trail was amazing.” She panted. “I need to rest for a minute.”

I sat down next to her, watching beads of sweat trickle down her chest. It always amazed me how good she looked in everything. She was dressed in gray sweats and a light purple tank top, but she still looked stunning.

“Can I ask you something?” She looked over at me.

“Of course you can.”

“Are you sure?” She lowered her voice. “It’s a really personal question...”

“Are you mocking me? Ask me anything you want.”

“Why did you feel the need to change your bio about your past for the company handbook?”

Whoa...Didn’t see that one coming...

“It’s complicated.” I didn’t want to talk about it.

She nodded and looked off into the distance, at the birds that were now landing in droves around the lake; at the small group of kids who were attempting to build castles with wet mud.

She leaned back and began stretching her muscles, holding her arms over her head and arching her legs.

I suddenly realized that unlike all the women I’d dated in the past, Claire wasn’t going to open up to me first—if she opened up at all. She didn’t trust me, and I guessed I hadn’t really given her much of a reason to.

“My parents were crystal meth dealers.” I turned to face her. “They used to leave me and my little sister locked in the trailer home while they went out and sold drugs. Whenever they were home, they were either passed out high or yelling at us for shit we didn’t even do.”

She crossed her legs on the bench and looked into my eyes. She looked sympathetic, but I didn’t want to turn this into an emotional tirade. I just wanted to give her the facts and move on to a different conversation.

“We pretty much had to fend for ourselves. I was eight and she was three. At first, they only left us for a few hours, a night here or there. But in the summertime they would leave us locked in there for weeks at a time. The two of us would cry for someone to come help us, but no one ever did...”

I sighed. “By the time I was twelve, I was taking care of my little sister all by myself and just trying to keep us out of my parents’ way. I tried to stay after school as late as I could and made sure she was out the trailer as much as possible. But on one particular Friday, all the activities were canceled because of a storm, so we had to go home. When we got there, my parents were getting into a car and saying they’d be right back. We went inside as usual and they locked the door behind us. I tucked my sister into bed and was about to take a nap, but all these pots and bottles were in flames on the stove. I tried to put the fire out, but the flames only grew bigger and bigger.”

I suddenly remembered waking Hayley up, listening to her deafening screams once she saw the flames behind my back, once she realized that the flames were blocking the only door.

I locked us both in the bathroom, hoping that the neighbors would see the flames—that they would call the fire department in time to get us out. But black smoke started seeping underneath the door, and I could see the metal hinges twisting and bending in the heat.