On the Record (Record #2)(86)

She sat down on the plush leather interior and Clay shut the door in her face. She watched him walk around the front of the car, open the door, and take the seat next to her. Clay revved the engine and then pulled away from the bar. Liz didn’t even know where they were going, and at that moment she didn’t care. It was nice to not think for once and go along with whatever was happening.

“My roommate is probably freaking the f**k out,” she said, leaning her head back against the seat.

“Why is that?”

“Because she picked you out in the bar and told me to go home with you.”

Clay cracked up laughing. “She has good taste.”

“Usually. I’d say she was questionable on this choice.”

“You’re cute when you’re lying,” Clay said with that cocky attitude. “So, how did it all happen?”

“How did what happen?”

“You and Brady.”

Liz cringed. It was too fresh to even think about them like that. Things had gone all wrong.

“Coincidence. Serendipity. All that,” she managed to say with a shrug, glancing out the window. “You read the article. We met after he announced he was running for Congress.”

“How remarkable. Starting a clandestine affair off of a chance encounter.”

“What does it even matter to you, Clay?” Liz asked, turning back to face him. “You wanted to f**k me, and your big brother got there first. You lose again.”

She didn’t even know where that had come from. What the f**k was wrong with her?

Clay chuckled softly. “You know, I always knew there was something different about you. That first time we met on the Fourth of July and every time after that. I knew that you weren’t some abject drone following my brother around because you believed in his stupid policy speeches or, worse, his pleas for attention by speaking about personal issues. I went and read your articles about Brady from two summers ago, and I think that you were right. You said the things I was telling you about Brady all along.”

“That was before I knew your brother.”

“Exactly. Back when you saw him for what he really was, not what he wanted you to see. Tell me something. Do you honestly think that he didn’t f**k someone else when you guys were together?” he asked, glancing over at her.

“Do you have a point?” she snapped. She couldn’t think about that. It didn’t even matter.

Clay turned a sharp corner and began to weave down back streets. “With me you know exactly what you’re getting. With Brady you never know.”

“Is the lawyer trying to tell me that he’s honest?” she quipped.

“The lawyer is trying to tell you that after everything he still wants to take you home and he still wants to f**k you. I doubt Brady is saying that.”

Liz choked back a gasp at his frankness. “You just want me because your brother had me.”

“Correction: I just want you more.”

“So what? You want to get me out of your system so you can go back to your heiress?” Liz demanded.

Clay smirked and shot her a devious grin. “Lucky for me, I have a pretty insatiable appetite.”

Liz knew that she was at a low point in her life. She had never felt so completely and totally destroyed. And at this point, she just didn’t care what happened. And maybe, even a small part of her knew that if she couldn’t have Brady then she just wanted to be close to him however she could. Even if it was a completely f**ked-up notion. Clay was as close to Brady as she was ever going to get again, and it was good enough for her in that moment.

“Fine.”

“Fine?” he asked, scrunching up his eyebrows.

“If you think you’re better than your brother, prove it.” She sat back in the soft leather seat and crossed her arms.

He didn’t say anything for a while. She clearly had thrown him for a loop. He probably thought that he was going to have to fight her on this one, but she didn’t have any fight left in her.

“Are you . . .” he trailed off. “I don’t want to misinterpret you.”

Liz’s eyes shifted to him briefly. “I think you get my meaning.”

“I’d rather you make it very clear.”

“I want you to f**k me until I forget Brady Maxwell ever existed,” Liz said bluntly. Until he wasn’t even a memory . . . just like Brady had said that night last October.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

“Unless you can’t do that,” she challenged.

“I can do that.” Clay reached across the car, took her hand, and placed it on his cock. She could feel the hardening length through his suit pants. “I can definitely do that.”

Liz squeezed then ran her hand down to the tip and back. His breathing hitched; then she pulled away with a smirk.

“I sure hope so.”

Someone needs to.

Chapter 24

MISTAKES WORTH MAKING

Clay turned his Porsche down a long winding driveway about fifteen minutes later. They passed through an overhang of trees before the lot finally opened up to reveal a ranch-style brick house. It was beautiful in its simplicity and completely secluded.

“Is this yours?” Liz asked, staring out the window at the property.

“Yep.”