Probably Me [Davis Hollow, Davis Ranch 3] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by JQ Jones

  “Will do. I’ll just sit here and think about it,” she said. By the time Clint and Sebastian got back to the house she was two tumblers into her introspection.

  Nora sipped her drink while she talked to Sebastian about his day and laid out the dinner. Max had been exiled to the outdoor kitchen because of an unfortunate cow-manure-on-the-bed incident earlier that day. Clint glanced at Nora a few times as she and Sebastian held their daily catching up conversation but he said nothing to her. Both adults spent as much quality time as they could with the little boy. She smiled brightly over the rim of her glass at his raised eyebrow.

  After dinner, she disappeared up the steps with Sebastian and helped him take his shower and get ready for bed. She read him two bedtime stories, bargained out of the third, made sure that Big Max wasn’t in the room and left. By the time she finished her shower, he was sound asleep. Cowboy-ing was hard work.

  She found Clint on the patio, slowly sipping on scotch as the stars began to come out. They sat for a while in silence until Clint broke it.

  “What’s the reason you drank your dinner tonight?”

  “I can’t seem to get my nutrients right for one thing. But the big reason is because I think Sebastian and I should go.”

  “Go where?” Clint set the glass down with exaggerated care.

  “That’s probably the reason for the alcohol. I have absolutely no clue where we’re going to go. Any family we have is right there in the hollow so that’s out. Esperanza isn’t emotionally equipped for us to live with her. I’m totally lost.”

  “Why can’t you just stay here? We’re doing great. Sebastian loves it here, and you need to set up your practical experiments. It would be foolish to think of leaving right now.” Clint realized he was rambling but he couldn’t stop himself. He’d known they would have to have this conversation, but he didn’t expect to come this soon. After weeks of sharing a bed with her, he didn’t think he could sleep without her beside him. He stared at her with narrowed eyes.

  “You’re making me uncomfortable. I sleep in your bed, I live in your house, eat your food, but it’s more like I’m a guest than a lover,” Nora said.

  “We’ve had a lot of great sex in the weeks we’ve known each other, but it’s not like we’re dating. We’ve never been out together at all. We’ve never been to the movies, never to a restaurant alone, never to a concert or spent quality date-like time together. It’s awkward to sleep in your bed and not have sex with you,” she said.

  “Why don’t we have sex anymore?” Clint said.

  “Because I stopped initiating. Almost every time we made love, I made a move on you and then you took over. As soon as I stopped doing that, we stopped making love. So I assumed that you didn’t want to have a physical relationship anymore. I’m okay with that, but it makes me uncomfortable because I’m still sexually attracted to you, but you don’t seem to have those same feelings for me,” she said.

  “Are you out of your fucking mind? You lie in my bed, buck naked, and say you’re going to keep yourself to yourself. You are a cock-teasing little…”

  “Watch your mouth. You don’t want to make me angry. I’m not here to suck your dick, fuck you, or make you come, only after I force you to want me. I am not here to keep your cock hard all the time. You have to show some kind of initiative sometimes,” she said. She was sitting on the patio couch, across from his lounge chair. She set her glass on the table separating them.

  “I want you all the time. I can’t work, I can’t sleep, I can’t do shit because I’m either worried about you or wanting you. Other times I’m trying to figure out where you are or trying to figure out what you need. I’ll make this very easy for you,” he said.

  Clint grabbed her hand and led her from the patio into their shared bedroom. Once there, he pushed her in the room, slammed and locked the door. Nora stomped over to the bathroom and began vigorously brushing her teeth. She was determined not to have a screaming argument with him but he seemed to want and need that release.

  Clint stood behind her and began brushing his teeth. Instead of using his sink, he stood directly behind Nora and brushed his teeth, matching her brush for brush and spit for spit. Nora was totally silent until they both leaned over to spit, and Clint accidentally spit on her head.

  “You did that on purpose,” Nora said. Her teeth were clenched and she made sure to enunciate each word carefully.

  “No I didn’t. You can’t prove that I did, can you?”

  Nora pushed past him and turned on the shower and began to quickly take off her nightshirt without turning around. Again, Clint matched her, movement for movement, and they both entered the shower at the same time. Over the past three weeks, Nora’s hair had grown to a respectable ringlet length. She reached for the shampoo but found that Clint already had it. After squirting a dollop in his hands, he began slathering it on her head. She jabbed with the elbow but he was quick enough to move out of the way. With his superior height and arm reach, he was able to stay out of her attack zone. He washed her hair with brisk and efficient strokes.

  After he finished, he reached for the body wash and began to vigorously wash her body, paying close attention to her pussy. He used gentle fingers to separate her outer lips and gently stroked the soap along her ridges. Nora stood silently under his manipulations until he began to stroke her clit with an ever-increasing, erotic rhythm.

  Clint pulled her closer to him until her back was snug against his erect dick. “See how much I want you, feel how much I want you. I’m going to make you come in the shower. Then after I do that, I’m going to take you to the bed and fuck you all night long.”

  While he whispered these words in her ear, he continued to stroke her clit. Then, using the same rhythm, he slipped two fingers inside her pussy to match. He could feel the wetness mixing with the water. He was able to tell the difference because he knew by feel what was part of his Nora, it felt silky as it leaked down his fingers. As that thought came to him, he realized that sometime during the weeks they had lived together she had become his.

  “I haven’t initiated sex with you because I know you’ve been working very hard. I also understand that this is a new situation for you and I want you to become comfortable here. There is nowhere else that I would want you to go. You and Sebastian can stay here for as long as we both decide. It is not a decision that you can make by yourself because it affects me and Sebastian. It’s not fair for you to decide that you are going to leave because you are hot and bothered because I haven’t fucked you for a couple of days,” Clint said.

  All the while, he whispered these words into her ear with a growing urgency. He could feel her clinch down on him as she came. Nora’s fought to suppress her orgasm but he knew exactly how to play her body. He slipped his other arm around her middle so that his hands could reach her breasts. He tugged at her nipples in tandem, pinching and pulling in time, with his fingers now slick not from water but from her growing wetness. She tried to hold back on her orgasm as hard as she could, but he leaned over and lightly bit her on her collarbone and she exploded.

  Clint sat her outside of the shower area and quickly soaped and washed himself. Nora stood in a trance while he finished his shower, not moving, trying not to fall to her knees. He grabbed two large towels from the rack, draping one around his waist. He dropped the other one over her head to vigorously dry her from head to toe.

  He led her into the bedroom and helped her into the large bed. He didn’t give her a chance to turn over and drift off to sleep. He parted her legs, held his large, hard dick in his hand, aimed at her core, and plunged all the way into her. He grabbed both sides of her head and held it while he stroked in and out, in and out, slow and steady.

  “Open your eyes, Nora. I want you to see me when I come. And I want to see your eyes when you come,” he said.

  “Are you still ready to leave?” he barked.

  “That’s an unfair question right now.”

  “You can’t think while I’m taking
you? You can’t think when you come really, really hard? Welcome to my world. I can’t think during the day. Because you are my sole focus in life right now. Don’t forget that,” he said. He bit off the sentence as he continued to drive deeply into her wetness. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, along with the sounds of her occasional whimper and moan and his grunts.

  He leaned over quickly and gave her a wet, tongue-filled kiss. He began to come. He shouted into her mouth and she reciprocated, unable and unwilling not to share in this moment. They lay seared together until they caught their breath.

  Clint slowly pulled out of her still-clenching pussy and rolled over onto his back. He leaned over her to turn off the bedside lights. He gathered her into his arms and pulled her head down on his shoulders.

  “Tomorrow I’ll see about setting up a date for us.”

  Chapter Fourteen:

  Days of Dust

  The September sun was going down in the west as Clint drove into the largest town in Davis County, Little Oak. He had been tapped to drive into town along with CJ, Moises and David. They came to town to go to the little bar called Later. The bar had everything they wanted. It was small, not a lot of people came there, the bartender minded his own business, and most importantly, he kept twenty-year-old scotch in stock. They decided to have some downtime away from the ranch. They also planned on drinking heavily, so Miguel had promised to pick them up when they called.

  Later was situated between a hardware store and veterinary hospital. From time to time you could smell either the animal smells from the hospital or the overwhelming stench of fertilizer from the hardware store, or, if you are very unlucky, both at the same time. The owner and bartender, Billy Joe, a man of undetermined years, was short, squat, ugly, and brash. He greeted them as the old friends that they were. They settled into a back booth with a bottle of scotch for glasses and a bucket of ice. Billy Joe had been instructed to come to their table only if the scotch got low.

  They talked for a long time about different things until they finally got to the real reason they had come, to talk about the women in their lives.

  Moises was the taciturn older brother of the Menendez clan. He was a glaciologist who traveled the world measuring ice and was unhappily single as far as everyone knew. He stared deeply into his glass of scotch and said morosely, “What is it that women are looking for? I’ve had so many relationships in the past and they were easy, but now this new woman is tying me up in knots.”

  “I didn’t know you had a woman but I can really say I feel your pain,” Clint said.

  “I don’t know, I met a very nice woman in Houston recently. The only problem I have is that I’m engaged to Barbara, who makes Attila the Hun seem like a warm and fuzzy person. Besides, I have no idea what the other woman’s name is or where she’s from. But she was wonderful and I want to find her,” David said.

  “You guys are bellyaching and about finding nice women. I’ve got a great woman. She makes me happy. I make her happy. We live a very happy life. But it was rocky for a while. You don’t think life is all unicorn farts do you?” CJ said.

  After they stopped laughing at the unicorn fart line, Clint leaned over the table and began to talk in a whisper.

  “What you guys do for dates?” Clint said.

  “We talking hooker dates here or what?” Moises said.

  “No, not hookers. I’m talking where do you take women out for good time to show them that you like them? I’ve already gone through the ideas that you normally do, like dinner, movies, concerts that kind of thing. But I’m talking about something really special. I’m trying to show Nora that I like her, a lot,” Clint said.

  “Take her to the island,” CJ said.

  “She won’t leave the ranch right now,” Clint said.

  “How about a play in New York?” Moises said.

  “Or London,” David said.

  “She seriously is not going to leave this ranch right now. It’s a crucial time in her growth matrix, she’s barely eats or sleeps,” Clint said.

  “Since we live in Davis County, Oklahoma, which happens to be the home of one of the largest drive-in movie theaters in country, take her there. Make sure you clean up the back seat of that dirty-ass Jeep. And bring a nice bottle of wine,” CJ said.

  Clint looked at his cousin as if he were the wisest man in the world. He smacked CJ on the back and poured out a large measure of scotch for each person at the table. They raised glasses as Clint said, “to the drive-in movies.”

  A bottle and a half of scotch later, David leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, Moises stared morosely into his glass, and only Clint and CJ were engaged in a conversation.

  “When Nora and I make love, I get this feeling like I’m drowning almost. It’s hard to explain. I’ve had women since I was fourteen years old but now it feels funny,” Clint said.

  “That’s just the difference between making love and fucking, Cousin. Everything gets all tangled up and concentrated into the actual act. And let me tell you, if she ever leaves you will be crushed,” CJ said.

  “Boy, that made me feel good. Nora thinks that I’m not as into her as she is me but it’s not really that. It’s just all of a sudden I have the responsibility of two other people. They might get hurt because Nora knows most of the major felons on the East Coast and Southwest. What if I fuck up somehow and either she or Sebastian gets hurt or killed?” Clint said.

  “Then she may die. There’s only one way to solve this you know,” Moises said.

  “What would that be?” Clint said.

  “Don’t fuck it up.”

  * * * *

  Clint woke up as putrid, moist air flowed over his face. He cracked an eyelid to see Big Max breathing on his face while Sebastian pried open his eyelids. From the light streaming through the windows, it was right before dawn.

  “You stink, Clint. I brought you your toothbrush,” Sebastian said.

  Clint had a slight hangover which morphed into a larger one as he carefully went into the guest bathroom. The small boy and the big dog followed closely behind him. Sebastian spoke in his usual, little-kid, loud whisper.

  The little boy stood outside the shower as Clint took an “after drinking” shower, warm to hot to warm to cold, trying to wake up. He brushed his teeth and shaved and carefully answered each of the questions that Sebastian bombarded him with.

  “I like it when you and Nora share a room, it’s like the families on TV,” Sebastian said.

  By now the little boy had followed Clint into the kitchen, where Clint rummaged around, loudly banging pots and utensils until he found the waffle iron and the ingredients to the only food he knew how to make.

  “I was thinking of taking Nora out for a movie tonight. Would you mind spending the night with Ernesto and Adriana?” Clint said.

  “Sure can, Max and me need to get a good start on our day tomorrow.”

  “I plan on getting a good start on my day, too.”

  * * * *

  It took more persuasion then Clint had expected to get Nora to agree to go to the drive-in movie him. She had to know who would keep Sebastian, what was playing, how long did the movie last, where was it and what to wear.

  “This is my first time going to a drive-in and I want to do it right. You only have once to do things for the first time so they should be memorable. Added to that, it’s our first date,” she said. “Do I get dinner, too?”

  “You’re going to have dinner at the drive-in, foot longs, fries, popcorn, soda, and beer. What else do you need?” he said.

  “I guess I can’t expect wine and candlelight at an outdoor movie.”

  Friday was another early autumn day, hot and dry. After dropping Sebastian off at with a beaming Adriana, Clint and Nora drove through Davis to the drive-in on the other side. Long lines of trucks, cars, SUVs and a number of campers waited patiently to go inside.

  Clint ditched the old beat up Jeep for a new wide-cab truck for the night. After finding a
spot that fit his truck, he helped Nora down to make the trip to the concession stand. Once inside, Clint took Nora’s hand and kept it, no matter how hard she tried to pull away, while he ordered a junk-food feast.

  After collecting four footlongs, a large pizza, a tub of popcorn, about a pound of chocolate and licorice, a bucket of longneck beers, and almost a gallon of soda, they were making their way back to the truck, when a small woman with frazzled, dyed-blonde hair stepped directly in front of them.

  “I guess what I heard was true, that you got yourself a girlfriend,” the woman said. She was in her early fifties, with graying blonde hair in a messy bun. Her face was sunburned and showed a few missing teeth in the back as she grinned broadly.

  “Gloria, you say that like I had an old girlfriend. I don’t recall ever having one around here so why are you so shocked?” Clint said.

  “Just want to see if all the rumors was true. You got this place buzzy more than the movie. Looks like them Davis boys have gone all the way back to the motherland,” she said.

  “You could say that. Gloria Haskins, this is my woman, Nora. Nora, Gloria. The Haskins ranch is on this side of town. Not as big as ours but it’s tolerable sized,” he said. “Gloria used to babysit us during the summer a long time ago,” he said.

  “Shit, Clint you make me sound like I’m like one hundred years old. I ain’t quite hit fifty-five so gimme a break,” Gloria said. She smacked Clint on the arm and smiled broadly, sticking her hand out for Nora to shake at the same time.

  “Glad to see you finally got a woman and put that right hand to rest,” she said. “But, goddamn, man, you went and robbed the elementary school?”

  “I’m not really that young. I just have really good genes,” Nora said.