“We’re going.”
“But you don’t want to.”
“I can think of better ways to spend a Saturday night. With you.”
“And we can’t get out of this?”
“No.” I pull off my shirt and head back into my bedroom to grab another condom. Claudia dumped them out on my shelf so I don’t have to keep asking where she’s keeping her little pink pouch thing. I drop my pants and start stroking myself. “They will come back. Both of them.”
“Let me help you with this and then we’ll go and have dinner with your very interesting neighbors.” She scoots to the edge of the couch and opens her mouth.
“Thanks. You’re really looking out for number one right now.”
“I know. Me. I want sex. In. Now.” She points to her lips. I walk over and slide right in. I should probably warn her about how intense May-Bell and Jad can be, but that’ll have to wait until later. Claudia’s mouth feels too good.
Twelve
Jad’s surprisevisit almost fucks up my whole afternoon, but Claudia helps me get back on track. I fuck her until I can’t stand anymore. She comes on my cock a few times, begging me not to stop even though she can barely lift her head. After we catch our breath she gets in the shower and comes back to the great room wearing the red long john one-piece pajamas Sarah got me one year as a gag gift. I never even tried them on, but they look a shitload better on Claudia than they would have on me, especially since she hasn’t buttoned the top all the way and her perfect tits are hanging out.
I ask her where she found them. She casually says she found them in my closet. I want to ask her what she was doing in my closet, but she starts telling me that she’s my guest and it was “super” rude of me to interrupt her in the middle of her streaming television program. She flops back down on the couch and grabs the remote. I give her a minute to get comfortable. I pull on my pants and check Titus’s food and water situation. Then I stroll back over to the couch and sweep Claudia up into my arms.
She screeches but doesn’t try to fight me when I pick her up and fall on top of her on the couch. I tickle her, bite at her neck and tits until she’s wheezing from laughter and then I kiss her until I feel myself hitting that point. I need to pull back. I swing us both upright and pull her into my lap and watch three episodes of this weird ass show with her.
She has the nerve to say she would make the perfect vampire and I tell her she clearly isn’t patient enough for immortality and that launches us into a whole discussion about how she’s pretty sure I’m actually a werewolf and my remote mountain home is all just an elaborate cover. She’s pretty deep into how she thinks Titus is actually my cousin who can’t change back to his human form when I realize how much I like listening to her talk about this kind of nonsensical shit. I can listen to her talk about just about anything.
We call it quits on the paranormal primetime drama when she tells me she needs at least an hour to get ready for a formal dinner. I remind her that it isn’t formal and she tells me to mind my business when it comes to her business. She indirectly shames me into putting on a decent shirt and running a comb through my hair even though I put my hat right back on.
She takes more than an hour to get ready. I give her shit for it when she comes out of my bedroom, but not before I look her up and down. She’s wearing another pair of skin tight jeans and different pair of tan boots that come up to her thighs. She has on a long sleeved sweater that’s dark red and makes her tits look almost obscene. She’s put on makeup. I realize she hasn’t been wearing much or any since she got here. She doesn’t need it, but she looks amazing.
“Took you fucking long enough,” I say as I stand. I want to cancel this stupid dinner and spend the rest of the night worshipping her body on my own dining room table.
She fluffs her hair out and puts a hand on her hip. “Phsst whatever, bitch. You cannot rush perfection and you know I look good.”
I walk over to her and pull her into my arms. “You look amazing.”
“I would be a jerk and say something smart about how you’re not that cute, but you’re sexy as hell and I want you to do all kinds of things to me right now.”
“When we get back. I’ll do things.”
“What kind of things?”
“Kind of fucked up things.”
“I like that.” She lightly kisses me on the lips. I can still smell that pineapple but she’s added something glossy and sticky. “Sorry,” she laughs when she catches me wiping my mouth. “I’ll make sure I take it off when we do the kinda fucked up things later tonight.”
I grab her ass and nudge her toward the door. “If you’re good. Come on, T!” Titus comes sprinting out of the kitchen and joins us as we head out to the truck. I have to wrestle him into the back of the cab, but he’s still happy to be coming along.
“Okay. Is there anything I need to know before I go into this lion’s den?” Claudia asks when we pull back out to the main road.
“It’s not much of a lion’s den. It’s just The Tierneys. Jad and May-Bell will both try to grill you in their own way. Just be upfront. That’s the only advice I can give you. Jad is a walking lie detector. He used to be the county sheriff, and May-Bell is just nosy as hell. Tell them what they want to know in the simplest terms up front and they’ll get off your back and move on to something else.”
“So don’t tell them how I’m an ex-Las Vegas showgirl turned investigative reporter turned treasure hunter who heard there was gold up in these hills?”
“You can certainly try that. They might ask me if there’s something really fucking wrong with you. I think the truth will work.”
“Fine.” She sighs.
When we pull up to May-Bell and Jad’s I’m glad to see that Jad wasn’t bullshitting about needing my chainsaw. One of the pines in their yard went over and luckily missed the roof. It’s in freshly cut pieces up against the side of the house and there’s sawdust and wood chips all over the place.
