the guys kept Penny in an easy job just so she could keep
busy and they had mountains of secretaries to do the hard stuff.
But Penny was outspoken and Penny was deep in the loop where Alex
and Nick were concerned.
So the phone call that came from Penny, two days
later, after Clare's world changed forever was surprising and very
informative. Clare still hadn't gone back to work yet, so when
Penny called she was sitting on her couch, wearing the same Kitty
Couture sweats she'd had on for two days.
"They what? " Clare exclaimed. Because Penny
had just told her the guys thought they took advantage of her.
"You know Alex cannot keep much from me, honey" Penny
said.
"But they didn't drug me," Clare expelled,
exasperated.
"But you know they love you, honey," Penny replied.
"And while I don't know the details of what went on up that
mountain, just by the way they are acting now, I know it was
significant."
Significant was such a small word for what she felt
happened, Clare thought, with just the beginning glimmers of hope —
except being pissed off was eclipsing that hope.
"Where the hell are they?" she demanded, and Penny
being Penny, she told her.
Chapter Six
Clare decided to tackle Alex first. She went there
pissed off, but with the conviction she wasn't giving up what they
had started. She found him at his loft. She had a key and let
herself in, stalking through the vast expensive space, to find him
in the bedroom, packing some gear in a backpack.
"I cannot believe you just pushed me off! Like I was
a ... well a piece for the night," she declared, attacking
Alex with words on sight.
His green eyes snapped to her. "You were never that,"
he uttered.
She tossed down her purse on his bed and took off her
coat, while yelling back at him, "I was there, Alex. I knew what I
was doing!"
His eyes narrowed on her as he straightened. "You
were drugged," he said tightly. "Hypothermia too," he added.
"Sounds like Nick's assessment to me," she exclaimed.
"And he was wrong!"
Finally, Alex cracked with her name on his lips
coming out like a plea. "Clare."
He came to her and wrapped his arms urgently around
her slender back as she burrowed into him with her arms tightly
around his waist.
"I want you and him! " Clare exclaimed,
then they tumbled onto their sides, facing each other on the bed as
he pulled her to him, searching out her lips and he began kissing
her with desperation.
Alex needed this. He needed it badly. He'd been
destroyed they wouldn't be together. He couldn't think ... he did
not want to think. All he wanted was the fresh scent of lilies and
warm, soft woman around him. And oh, Clare was so soft and so warm,
molding her generous curves eagerly to the hardline of his body.
Their lips continued in a frenzy of heated kissing.
With his lips still shaping hers beneath his, Alex
rucked up the hem of Clare's dress baring her to the waist. Then he
caught her lush buttocks into his hands and he rolled her beneath
him.
"Alex-Alex," she moaned.
"Take your top down," he mumbled over her mouth, not
wanting to let her lips go for a precious second. He lifted her
buttocks, tearing her silk thong away, then unzipping and shoving
down his pants, until they were cradled, bare cock to bare pussy.
Alex felt Clare hastily wrestle her top open to his command, and
then ... God! Her bosomy breasts smashed into the wall of his
chest, rolling hot skin to hot skin, as the swollen buds of her
excited nipples prodded the muscles of his chest like hot
embers.
"Sweetheart," he moaned, sweeping the cavern of her
delicious mouth deeply with his tongue as he rubbed his chest back
and forth across the firm mounds of her breasts.
She mewled passionately, undulating her wetting slit
against his rock-hard cock. He helped her ardent movements with his
hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, while he rotated his hips,
until the head of his cock was wet from her arousal, and he was
rubbing over that spot that made her squeal.
"Ohoh, Alex!" Her