"Uh-oh," Lucy whispers loudly with a giggle, clearly coming to the same conclusion.
"Why would I be drivin' out to Law Bone tonight to pick you up if you aren't helpin' out at Hazel's when you live here, darlin'?"
I hear Luke laugh, but I don't look away from Clayton. "I was goin' to tell you," I rush out, proud that I don't feel my cheeks getting red.
He lifts his head more and looks at me with one brow up, waiting for me to continue.
"You see, there was a tiny problem with my place. . . ." I bite my lip and wince. "Okay, so maybe by tiny I mean real big, but that was before well, you, and I really didn't think to mention it last weekend when we were at your house after the shower and, to be honest, it kinda slipped my mind with the whole head-on-collision horse-crash thing and runnin' into my mama and well, you. . . ." I stop talking, thankful that my mouth finally just decided to snap shut when my brain wouldn't stop the flow of verbal diarrhea.
"She had a fire at her bookstore. She doesn't normally work at Hazel's--she only does that now because her place is gone. Tried to get her ass at Luce's and my place, but she's a stubborn one, our Carrie," Luke mumbles around a slice of pie I didn't even notice had arrived.
"Caroline," both Clayton and I tell him at the same time, breaking our staring contest in the process.
"Jesus Christ, not you too!" Luke grunts in annoyance.
I look back to Clayton just in time to see a mean-as-heck expression on his face, aimed at one of my best friends for something as simple as using a nickname that he now knows I don't like. I have no idea why that's so hot, but it makes my belly flutter in the most insane way.
"I really was goin' to tell you--it just didn't seem like the right time," I defend weakly.
Clayton looks down at the table and shakes his head, but I know he isn't that mad, because there's a slight tip to the side of his mouth. He mumbles something, but it's so low I can't hear him.
"What?"
He slants his head my way. "I said, you're lucky I find just about everything you do cute as fuck, Linney, because right now I want to pull you over my knee and tan your goddamn hide for thinkin' there wasn't a 'right time' just once during this whole week to fill me in. Talked to you every day and a few nights until you fell asleep. Tons of times in there you could've mentioned that you owned a bookstore, which you just so happened to live above; that it burned down; and that you don't really work at a place that makes me uneasy just thinkin' about you bein' in."
"Aww!" Lucy gushes. "Did you hear that Luke?"
"I'm sorry," I offer lamely, ignoring Luke's grumbles about me being safe at his bar.
Clayton nods and reaches out to pulls me back into his side before placing another kiss to my temple. That move would make my knees weak if I was standing.
"We can talk about it later, darlin'."
Lucy pretty much holds a one-woman conversation for the rest of our time at the diner. Luke leaves right after he finishes his pie when a pretty redhead walks in. He throws some cash on the table without saying a word and takes off toward the back of the diner in hot pursuit.
I spend my time listening to Lucy talk to Clayton, his deep voice rumbling against me when he answers, but I don't say much, not when all I can think about is what will happen later when Clayton and I talk.
I should've told him, he's right. I make light of it because if I don't, I'll break down in tears thinking that someone might've intentionally set that fire, and I don't want to ruin this evening.
Tonight is something I've been looking forward to. Not just because it'll be another milestone I reach. Ever since John, I haven't dated. Clayton's the first man I've wanted anything more from. Not only that, but it'll be my first date with someone who isn't a teenage boy. Well, my first planned date after the unexpected first one. And now, like it or not, I get to start it by telling him I'm homeless, technically jobless, and one hot mess.
Clayton's body shifts, his hard thigh brushing against my leg, pushing the skirt of my knee-length dress up my thigh a little. I shove it down quickly and smooth it out but freeze when I see his free hand reach down to adjust his crotch. Glancing up, I see his eyes trained on my legs, and a rush of excitement bursts through my body. I might not completely understand how someone like Clayton Davis could be into plain Caroline Michaels, but seeing him affected by something as simple as the six inches of skin above my knee does something to me. I feel empowered by his reaction. Maybe this is what normal people do when they're exploring things--this push and pull of powerful lust is exchanged between them--but I have never in my life experienced it.
Wanting to feel that rush again, I wiggle my bottom and curl my hands into the fabric of my dress, pulling it up a little. He stops talking the second I tug the hem higher; then he clears his throat and continues. I look back at his lap, disappointed that he didn't touch himself again, but no less determined. My hand doesn't even shake when I release my skirt and place it on his thigh. As my fingers inch closer to the bulge in his jeans, I don't feel a bit of shyness. The sense of freedom its absence inspires is overwhelming and I feel a rush of lust. I keep watching my hand as it creeps closer to the hardness pushing his denim up and almost come out of my skin when his hand drops on top of mine and yanks it to that very spot, his hips flexing as he grinds against my palm.
Oh, wow.
I press my thighs together and close my eyes. Memories of him moving just like that inside of me become overwhelming.
"What are you doin'?" Lucy questions, the sound of her voice shocking me like a bucket of cold water over my head.
I rip my hand from his hold, missing the hard heat against my palm instantly, and fiddle with my skirt before looking up at her. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed when she winks at me. No, I feel like I'm on top of the world--even if my best friend did just witness me rubbing my kinda-boyfriend's crotch shamelessly.
"You ready?" I ask Clayton, smiling at Lucy while I do so she knows I'm not ignoring the question she doesn't really need an answer to.
"Yeah, Linney. I'm more than ready."
It's been so long since I haven't been afraid that I promise myself right there as we shuffle out of the booth with greasy food scenting the air that I'm going to give this little adventure everything I have and trust whatever is in store for us. Good or bad.
Because I have a feeling there isn't anything better in the world than being cared for by this man next to me.
11
CAROLINE
"Think a Little Less" by Michael Ray
"You'll text me later?" Lucy asks while hugging me good-bye outside the diner.
"Maybe tomorrow mornin', Luce." She shuffles her feet a little and makes a low noise of excitement in my ear. When she pulls away, she looks ready to burst with excitement, making me laugh softly. "Because it will be late, Lucy Hazel, not because I'll still be with Clayton." I whisper, hoping the man waiting just behind me doesn't hear.
Which of course he does, because that's how lucky I am.
"Try tomorrow afternoon, Lucy. And it will definitely be because she's still with me," he corrects, and I jerk around to gawk at him.
"Clayton!" I gasp.
"Linney, we both know you aren't goin' anywhere but to my bed tonight."
"But," I start, but close my mouth when I realize I really don't have an argument to offer. Turning back to Lucy, I shrug. "So, I'll talk to you at some unknown hour tomorrow, okay?"
She snorts and gives me a blinding smile before taking off to her car with a wave. I watch her get in and pull away before I turn to the man at my back. He's leaning against his truck with confidence. When I take a step toward him, he straightens but doesn't move aside from that, letting me set the pace. Still riding the high from inside the diner, I step toward him and wrap my arms around his middle and press my cheek to his chest, hugging him tight and smiling so big it hurts my face. His strong arms fold around me and his chin rests against the top of my head.
I'm just about to tell him how much I like feeli
ng him against me, but when I start, my eyes light on the last person I ever thought I'd see again staring at us across the street, and the words die on my lips. I know Clayton notices the change in me because I jerk in his hold, but shockingly, the fear over seeing my old boyfriend doesn't last but a second. Not with Clayton holding me safe.
"You all right, darlin'?" he rumbles against my cheek, not letting me go.
I clear my throat, pull my eyes from the man across the street, and look up at Clayton with a smile. "I will be."
I can tell he wants to press, but for whatever reason he keeps his silence before kissing my forehead. He then opens the truck door for me and I climb in. I watch as he shuts the door and quickly scans the area around us. I don't look, not wanting to know if I really saw a blast from my past, but judging by the harsh lines that appear on Clayton's face, I don't think John was only a figment of my imagination.
The second he climbs into the driver's seat and jerks the truck into reverse, I know he saw John. The drive from the diner to Davis ranch isn't a terribly long one, but with the tension between us getting thicker, it feels like it's cross-country. The ride only makes me more uneasy, aware that I need to tell him about my past sooner than I wanted. I need to trust what's growing between us--that the strong connection we've felt from day one is worth taking a chance on. I need to start opening up.
"That was my ex," I whisper to the window, watching the pastures full of cattle pass by.
He lets out a rush of air, and I feel the energy around us get even thicker with tension.
"I was with him for a long time, Clayton." I speak slowly. "It . . . it wasn't good."
"When?"
I finally look over at him, confused by his one-word question. "When what?"
"When did he become your ex?"
"A few years ago, give or take some." I know exactly how long it's been. How long I've been afraid because of what he did to me in using my fear against me to make my normal, timid nature so much worse. Call me a coward, but I'm not going to go into the depressingly long length of time that it's been since I've been able to get to this place--to move on--if I don't have to.
His hands tighten on the wheel and a muscle jumps in his jaw, but he doesn't talk, and I have a feeling there's something more here. Something that I'm missing.
"John," I start, but stop immediately when Clayton starts cursing a violent streak, his nostrils puffing out like those of an enraged bull. Not wanting to be the reason he's mad, I slouch in my seat, unsure if I should continue. His hand leaves the wheel and reaches for mine, taking it in a firm grip and not letting go.
"Finish what you want to tell me, Linney. It's not you I'm pissed at."
"You know him well?"
A strangled laugh comes out of his mouth. "Yeah. I know John fuckin' Lewis pretty damn well."
"I don't have a good past where he's concerned. Are you sure you want to hear this?"
He pulls into the ranch's driveway, not answering me until we've parked close to the front of his beautiful home. He cuts the engine, gets out, and walks around the truck's hood to open my door. He unbuckles my seat belt and turns me with a gentle grip on my knees before opening my legs and stepping between them, dragging his palms up my thighs to rest under my skirt. I have to push the fog his touch puts in my mind away to focus, because only then does he speak.
"I know him, know him well enough to have a pretty good idea of what you're gonna tell me. I don't like it, but that isn't for you to worry about, darlin'. I don't want you ever feelin' like you need to keep somethin' from me because I won't like hearin' it. He's the ugly you talked about?"
I nod, my chin wobbling and drawing his attention immediately. His fingers tense, but he keeps going.
"I know you didn't want to talk about this yet. You promised to give it to me when we got serious, but darlin', I don't need more dates to tell you I'm already there. I'm not goin' anywhere because of the shit you went through in your life. No matter what you have to say to me, we're still gonna be explorin' us. I don't want to push you when you aren't ready, but Linney, there isn't a thing I wouldn't do to keep you in my life."
God, this man. How is it possible that we've only just started when I feel like my soul was made for his? I shift to get closer and drop my forehead to his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat. His thumbs rub my thighs, soothing and reassuring me.
Trust him.
The thought rushes through my mind and I suck in a breath, lift my head, and give him my ugly.
"I left Pine Oak when I was eighteen. I spent four months before that with John wonderin' what he saw in me, but not ready to question it and lose him. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't perfect, but he made me feel important and gave me hope that I could have something different from the life I was facing if I stuck around under my mama's control. So when he promised to get me out of my mama's house and a whole bunch of other things that he just knew he could give me once we got to Austin, I believed him. I believed all of him. I know now that I naively gave him my blind trust because I felt like he was the only way out." I inhale and hold the breath deep in my belly for a pause before blowing it out slowly. "It wasn't all bad. I met Lucy and Luke because of it. I also lost a lot of me in the process though. A lot of me that I didn't find again for almost six years. He drank excessively, yelled more often than not, and, toward the end, used his fists."
Clayton's quiet, but I can see my words are costing him. I give him a look, asking silently if he wants me to keep going. At his nod, I do.
"He got mad about some beer one night and sent me out to get it. Long story short, I got into a pretty bad wreck on the way back. A drunk driver slammed into me and I spent a few months recovering. But it was because of that accident that I was finally able to get away from him. I spent a week in the hospital before Lucy and Luke picked me up. I knew I had my chance and we had it all planned out. They were taking me to their place to finish my recovery and Luke got all my stuff back. It wasn't until a few weeks after moving in with them that I realized just how good my chances of making a clean break were. The man who hit me worked for some big auto chain and his company wanted to settle out of court. The settlement money was enough for me to come back here and open The Sequel, and I lived in the apartment above it for five years, until the fire."
"You haven't dated since?"
"No. I haven't felt safe until . . . you. I don't think you'd hurt me, if that's what you're thinkin'. Not like him."
"Fuck me," he breathes, his forehead dropping to mine. "I don't deserve someone as sweet as you, Linney. I really don't. But that's not gonna stop me from keepin' you. Words are weak, darlin', it's actions that mean somethin' when it comes to a man's character. I promise I won't ever lay a hand on you. My temper can burn bright, sweetness, but never do you need to fear me causin' you harm like that. We might fight, talk to each other with heat, but I'll never hurt you. Fuck, Caroline," he says, his hands framing my face with such gentle reverence I gasp. "How anyone could harm a hair on your head, I'll never understand."
"I know you wouldn't hurt me. I saw that in you from day one. Why did you look so mad back at the diner?"
He looks away, his hands going back to my legs but this time on the outside of my skirt.
"Clayton?" I probe when he doesn't answer.
"I'm gonna ask that you trust me now, sweetness. Trust that it's nothin' you need to be concernin' yourself with. Me wantin' to protect you will always be limitless in its reach."
"You're askin' me to give you somethin' I've only given to two people."
"I'll never make you regret trustin' me."
I search his eyes but see nothing except sincerity. He has no idea how much power he's asking me to give him. But my dark cowboy won't twist my trust into something ugly. He's a good man--always kind to others, humble in his pride, fierce with control, and worthy of respect. My heart feels the safety within his promise. My mind recognizes our connection without doubts.
It's time to drop the rest of th
e weights that hold me captive. My breathing is rapid, but I feel sure about my decision. I lift my hands and press them against his chest. He closes his eyes on an exhale when I drag them up to wrap around his neck. When those emerald orbs finally lock back on me, I press against him and bring him close enough for me to press my lips against his.
His fingers dig into my flesh the second my mouth opens, and I lick the seam of his lips, a groan coming from deep inside of him rumbling around us. When our tongues slide against each other, he pushes his hands under my skirt again and goes straight to my hips. With one strong pull, he's got his hips flush with mine, and the thickness of him presses tightly against my sex. I whine, wiggle, and pray that he gives me some friction. Our kiss changes when he starts to smile against my mouth. If anyone were to see us, toothy grins pressed together, I can only imagine how insane we'd look.
For the first time in my life, I don't care what anyone else thinks--I'm just happy this man makes me feel safe, shows me how to be bad, and breathes new life back into me with every small step of us exploring. If this is how strong we are after such a short time, I can hardly wait to see what comes next.
12
CLAYTON
"More Girls Like You" by Kip Moore
"You look good. Haven't seen you without that ugly-ass serious mask on in a long time."
I look away from Midnight, one of the best stallions on my ranch, and raise my brow at my brother. I just finished riding the property, letting Midnight go all out and take complete control of our ride. I forgot how fast the old horse could go when he wanted to show off.
"What the hell are you talkin' about?" I ask Mav after giving my horse one last brush.
"You've got the girls goin' nuts. I swear to Christ, you're gonna put one of them in labor the way they're actin' like you datin' is the most excitin' thing goin' on in their lives. They keep freakin' out that you're gonna get spooked and ruin it."
"You're fuckin' kiddin' me right now with that shit?"