She was going to ask him what but didn’t need to know.
There were many things he had to do on the land that she wasn’t aware of. He’d made a comment about water backing up in the yard a few days ago. Maybe he was looking into that.
Too many things for her to think about. She was still coming down from her week and content to know Richie wasn’t getting out of jail soon. Her restraining order was in place, and she got to say goodbye to Macy on Friday.
The little girl was moving with her grandmother to another school district. Not that far away, but one where Meredith wouldn’t see her again.
She wouldn’t say she was attached to a child she’d known less than two months, but it’d been an emotional short time.
It was for the best too.
When Clay returned, she was in one of his T-shirts in the kitchen looking for something to warm up for dinner.
“How about some leftover spaghetti from the other night?”
“Whatever,” he said.
She laughed. She didn’t know why she thought of romantic things when it came to Clay. He was one of the most basic men she knew.
It was what she needed in her life all along.
An hour later, they were in bed, the TV on, her lying against his chest, her fingers moving over his muscles.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. I just like touching you.”
“The same. Sure there isn’t anything else?”
How could he know her so well?
She moved and straddled his hips. “Can I be on top?”
His lip curled up in the corner. “You never have to ask those things.”
“You’ve been distant. I didn’t know if you didn’t feel well. You didn’t touch me last night.”
She understood him not doing it on Wednesday. That was too emotional for them both, and the relief it was over finally hit her.
“I wanted to make sure you were all right.”
“I’m fine,” she said. “Got to get back on the horse.” She pulled the T-shirt over her head, her breasts bare for him. “Or should I say the stallion? No, the stud. I’m going to ride the stud.”
“Meredith,” he said, exasperated.
“Yes?”
“Put a cork in it.” He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her mouth to his. She was supposed to be doing the work, but she liked it just as much when he took over.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered against his lips. “Are you okay with that?”
His hands slid into her underwear on her ass, gripping her cheeks, pulling the material up between her crack, then shifting it to the side.
“Ride me now,” he said. “Just like this.”
Okay. Romance was out the window.
Slow and steady with it.
