Burning For Claire (The O'Connell Family Book 2)

by Steele, C. M.

  “Really. Was it necessary to bombard her without me being there?” I growled.

  “Your mother was itching to meet her and well, all of us were curious about you falling for the enemy’s daughter,” my pops replied.

  “Sweetie, you know we just wanted to make sure you picked a nice girl, especially considering she’s related to that criminal. I hope you’re not mad,” my mom said so sweetly my teeth hurt. She knew that I couldn’t stay mad at her, the damn sneaky woman.

  “Not as long as you didn’t offend her. So tell me what happened.”

  They told me all about the boys flirting with my woman, which I threatened their lives if they did it again. Then they just talked about the salon and her plans for the future. I left them after an hour with the promise of bringing her around in a day or two depending on my work schedule. I told them that I didn’t want them over there unless they’d been specifically invited by Claire. After my father handed the family heirloom to me and told me about Ethan’s interest in my baby sister, I left to go find my girl.

  I entered the house without any fanfare because I wanted to surprise my woman. Ethan was going to pick up Sam from the hospital when he and Richard left the office, so I had Claire almost all to myself.

  I listened in to the conversation between Claire and her mom, I felt like an ass for rushing a wedding. I didn’t want it to be next week or anything like that, but I wasn’t going to wait five months either. Then her mother made a good point, they needed something else to focus on besides Rick’s condition.

  I couldn’t imagine what they were going through. I was the dangerous one in the bunch. The worst that ever happened to my family was my brother getting speared by one of my father’s prized bulls. It wasn’t as bad as it had looked, but it scared us all. Even with my recklessness, we’d never faced anything like what they were going through with Rick.

  I was nervous as hell asking her to marry me. I knew since we didn’t really know each other long, she could put the brakes on our relationship. As I waited for her to say yes, a thousand different scenarios of rejection went through my mind. The moment she said yes, I felt my heart pause for a moment as I absorbed her words. I slipped on the ring, sealing the deal and told her so.

  “Travis, is there another way we could seal the deal right now?” she said seductively.

  “Hell, yes!” I growled as I scooped her up and carried her up the stairs taking two at a time.

  “You’re nuts,” she squealed.

  “What about my nuts? Do you want to touch them?” I suggested.

  “You’re a fool.” She only giggled before she kissed my cheek.

  “Only for you, babe,” I whispered as I slid her down onto her feet in front of the bed. “But for real do you want to touch them?”

  She gave me a whack to my arm before she asked, “Travis?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  Grabbing my balls softly, she pleaded, “Could you hurry up? I need you now.”

  “You want it fast, babe?” She only nodded. “Come on, Claire. Where is that demand temptress that I just heard? Tell me what you want, woman.” She blushed brightly and hung her head. “No. Don’t be shy, baby. Look at me and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  Claire paused for a moment playing with her hands before she looked at me and made her demands. “I want you to strip me and eat me out.”

  “Fuck, babe. That’s hot,” I groaned as I gripped my cock for some relief. My jeans were tight as fuck, my cock ached to break out. I grabbed the hem of her grey tank top and lifted it off her, letting her tits bounce. My mouth went to hers for a quick taste of her plump parted lips. They tasted like strawberries. “Mm…you were eating strawberries before I got here.”

  “Can you taste the chocolate?” she teased.

  “No, let me try again,” I murmured. This time I slid my tongue along hers tasting only strawberries.

  “Hmm…you didn’t have chocolate,” I whispered as I pulled away from her sweet mouth and looking at her suspiciously.

  “You got me. I just wanted you to do it again,” she said with feigned remorse.

  I kissed her softly down her chin and around her neck. Her eyes closed halfway as she became intoxicated from my touch. I knew my eyelids were just as heavy from her hands as they rubbed my cock through my jeans. I pressed into her hips, forcing her to move her hands. I wouldn’t last if she continued to stroke me with such unabashed need. My mouth roamed lower, taking one of her peaked nips into my mouth, sucking hard on the hardened flesh, and extracting cries of pleasure from her lips.

  My hands slid down to her shorts and unbuttoned them. I felt her body shiver slightly as my hands caressed the bare skin on her hips as I removed her shorts. I growled when I realized she didn’t have any panties on. My thumbs pressed into her hips as I pushed her down onto the bed. I tried not to get jealous that she was walking around with my two brothers here and wearing no underwear.

  “You’re not wearing panties,” my jealousy prevailed though.

  She explained, “I was in a hurry.”

  “Never do that again,” I demanded as I gripped her bare ass roughly.

  “Why?” she moaned out.

  “My brothers were here. Just the thought of you with nothing underneath and other men around, isn’t good for either of us.”

  I believed she got my warning when she moaned out an “Okay.”

  I crawled in between her thighs like a hungry predator searching for the kill. Spreading her wide, I pressed my face into her heat, taking in her scent. Opening her pussy up with my fingers, I tasted her wet lips. My tongue made love slowly to her clit as I nipped, licked, and sucked on her tiny nub. Her body danced to the rhythm of her pleasure as her hips rose and fell while she rode my face.

  “Oh, ah…” she moaned. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my shoulders and pushed my head hard against her pussy, silently begging, demanding more. I bit down on her thigh, teasing and tormenting her before I moved back her core. I lifted up and pushed her to the middle of the bed without detaching my greedy mouth from her heat. Pressing her knees into her chest, I ate her out until she screamed with a full-body shudder, and her sweet release glazed my tongue.

  I looked up at her with a naughty grin and commanded, “Relax your legs for a minute, babe. I’m going in deep.” She put her legs down on the bed and gave me a worried look. She messed up, the view of her with her knees pressed to her chest was such a tease and gave me ideas. I got up off my knees and stripped myself; my body was covered in a light sweat as I burned for her. I used my shirt to wipe the sheen from my chest in an exaggeratedly slow motion, and stopped just above my cock. She eyed my body like it was a sight to behold. Her eyes brightened and her pupils dilated as she’d seen something she really desired. I shook my head; my dick was too eager for her pussy to play with her mouth—at the moment. She could assuage that need later.

  I climbed up on the bed. Gripping her legs, I pushed them back into her chest as I lined up my cock with her sweet center. Her pink petals were puffy and soaked with her longing. My nostrils flared and a loud growl rumbled from the center of my chest and out my burning lungs. I leaned in as I pushed my way into her tight confines.

  She groaned as I filled her up. I continued to kiss her as her calves rested on my shoulders, and I pumped into her. Her legs were shaking, but I was way too gone to care. I groaned out as I felt my orgasm on the brink of exploding. Her moans were getting longer and softer.

  “Baby, do you want to come again?” I managed to get out.

  “Yes,” she purred, looking up at me with love and longing.

  “I’ll try, baby.” I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t come before she did. I was ready to shoot before I got into her. I pulled back and rested my ass on my heels, setting her legs down on the bed.

  I needed a moment. It was time to change it up, but I was still going deep. “Claire, turn around and get on your knees now.”

  “Yes, sir.” She grinned and tease
d me before she got on all fours.

  I didn’t wait. As soon as she assumed the position, I whacked her ass.

  “‘Yes, sir’ me again and see what happens.” I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist and would say it again.

  “Yes, sir,” she purred for me this time.

  I gave her another whack on her plump little bottom before pushing my way into her heat. Gripping her hips, I started riding her hard. My hips pushed into her ass with each stroke. This view was the best as I watched my dick slide in and out of her. I ran my finger down her spine lightly causing her to shiver. Her back was so tiny and had a light sheen to it as her body heated for me. I turned her upper body a little so I could get a look at her tits and her beautiful face. I groaned at how sexy the sight was. Damn.

  “I love you, my pixie.” I took my time pumping into her because I was trying not to finish before she did.

  “God, Travis, Ah,” she moaned. “Faster, please.”

  My eyes rolled back in my head with those words. I tilted my head back and bit my lips as I started thrusting harder into her from behind. Her ass and breasts bounced with each pump. I looked at her round booty thinking one day I was going to plow into that little ass. Claiming it too as my own.

  “Come, Claire. Damn, you’re too sexy for me,” I groaned as I smacked her pretty little ass again, causing her second orgasm. The instant her walls squeezed me I turned into a beast and rammed her over and over again until I came in her, flooding her pussy.

  We laid in bed for the next hour before getting up to shower. Her father would be home soon, and I didn’t want to deal with him giving me the death glare. If he knew I’d just been boning his daughter, he’d probably kill me. He tried to overlook that we slept together every night, so I didn’t want to push the man.

  We scrubbed up in the shower while I helped wash her hair. “You’re so good at this,” she moaned. “You could work in my salon as a hair washer.”

  “We’ve been over this you’re not having a salon.” My words were harsh, but she didn’t seem to care.

  She moaned and started scrubbing her breasts, intentionally trying to distract me. “We’ll see.”

  “We won’t see shit because it isn’t happening.” I slid my hands around her waist and up to her breasts helping her massage in the soap. Just the simple touch was too much for me. I moved her hair to one side as I nibbled on her ear before I sensually whispered, “Besides, do you want me washing other women’s hair?”

  “Hell, no,” she hissed and turned around to look me in the eye with a glare. “You touch another broad, and I’ll gut you.”

  “Have you been hanging around your uncle lately?” She sounded scary for a moment.

  “Ha-ha.” I knew she was insecure because I was her first, and only. She might have acted tough, but she didn’t fool me.

  “Claire, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re the only woman I want to touch,” I groaned as I grabbed her wet round ass. “The only one I want to share a shower with or my bed.” My finger rubbed against her bottom lip and down her chin. “The only one I’d like on her knees right now.”

  “Wow, such a romantic.” Claire rolled her eyes and turned back into the water.

  I turned her back to face me. I bent down so we were face to face and said, “I wasn’t being romantic. I was being serious.”

  “You’re a bossy man,” she said with a raised brow and smirk.

  “Well, I just want you to get used to it.” I shrugged and pointedly stared down at my dick, like it wasn’t going to suck itself.

  “Whatever. Just know that I’m not doing it because you told me to but because I want to,” she warned as she slowly slid down onto her knees with a mischievous grin.

  I wasn’t going to call her on her bullshit because I wanted her mouth on me. I’d been thinking about that shit all day. Then she stared at it earlier like a starving woman. Then the no panties, she was asking for my cock. She made me jealous, and I didn’t like the feeling for shit.

  My jealousy flew out the window the second her tongue touched the slit on my cock. She was going in for the kill right away. She was on a mission to make me come. Well, I was on the same mission; I wanted to come too. I gripped her wet hair and started fucking her mouth as I looked down at her. While I was violating her pretty mouth my girl was stroking her tit and her pussy. I loved that sucking me off turned her on too. She didn’t fine it a chore, like some broads did. I pulled her off my cock, lifted her up and before she knew what I was about I slammed her against the shower wall and entered her sweet cooch.

  “Ah, yeaaahhhh…” she moaned.

  I pumped into her while the water ran against my back. We stared into each other’s eyes and I whispered, “I Love you, Claire.”

  She came from my words and cried out, “I love you too, Travis.”

  I only gave her two more strokes before I flooded her pussy with my seed. I pulled back and set her down before I started washing myself again. I didn’t look at her again because I’d pin her back on the wall and go for another round. After sex Claire was a sexy sight. Her face was flushed and had a dewy glow, her lips were swollen and her breath was harsh, which caused her breasts to rise and fall.

  “Wash up, babe. I ‘m going to go get dressed before I take your sexy ass again,” I groaned out while I stepped out of the shower, managing not to look at her.

  “Please go. I want to be able to walk downstairs,” she ordered before tossing a washcloth at me. I let the cool air hit me as I slowly dried off. It had the effect I’d hoped for. My cock calmed down, and I was able to walk to the bedroom to get dressed.

  Claire came out of the shower like a bat out of hell. “What’s the matter?” I asked nervously.

  “Oh, it’s nothing,” she whispered with a blush and her heart pounding.

  “Babe, you practically ran out of there. Did you see a spider or something?”

  “No…I scared myself.”

  “What?!”

  “I gave myself the heebie jeebies,” she woefully admitted.

  “What?” I asked as I tried to bite my lip from laughing.

  “Stupid scary movies. I closed the medicine cabinet and creeped myself out by a shadow of a towel.”

  “It’s okay, I’ll protect you. Should I check the closet too?” I said with a straight face, but the offended look on her face was too much. I started laughing hysterically.

  She took the towel off her head, tossed it at me and huffed her way to the closet. “All clear, jackass!” she shouted as she entered the walk-in.

  I crept up to her and lightly brushed her shoulders. She jumped up and dropped her clothes and towel.

  “Asshole!” she shouted as she started smacking me. I caught her hands and pulled her to me.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t resist. I’ll behave,” I said in contrition.

  “Don’t do that again.” She pouted and decided to tease me too—in a whole different way. She slowly bent over provocatively and placed one leg on the vanity seat as she dried off. She gave me a view of her curves and her slender waist. Then she looked at me through the mirror with a suggestively naughty gaze.

  I was about to go after her when she popped up and rushed back into the bathroom, locked the door and got dressed in there.

  “That was not fair,” I shouted through the door.

  “Who’s laughing now?”

  “Fucking tease,” I grumbled at the bathroom door.

  “Love you too,” she sung through the door.

  I waited for another ten minutes for my pixie. As a stylist, she was thankfully fast when it came to getting ready. This time she came out with an apologetic smile.

  I looked at her and summoned her to me. “Come here, baby.”

  “You still love me?” she said as she stood in front of me.

  “Always, but you’re still a damn tease, even when you don’t mean to be.” I kissed her hard and rubbed her ass before walking out the bedroom door. I heard her grumble, “Tease,”
before she joined me in the hall.

  They were not back yet when we finally made our way downstairs. Mrs. O’Connell was sitting on the sofa looking at napkin choices with monogram options. Claire ran up to her mother and showed her mom the ring. They both did the girly jump up and squeal thing as I watched and laughed.

  The guys and Sam walked in at that moment. “I’m glad someone’s got a reason to smile. Do you ladies want to share?” her father asked curiously. Claire showed him the ring and he gave her a big bear hug. “Before we have dinner, Travis come into my study for a minute.”

  I followed him in and of course Ethan followed too, but that’s fine because I had something to tell that little boy.

  “First, I want to say congratulations on getting an amazing woman. We love her and you’ve proven you do too, so welcome to the family.” He actually gave me a hug. I was shocked but hugged my father-in-law anyways.

  “What no love from you, Ethan?” I teased as I held my arms open.

  “No, you’re not the Williams I want to hug,” Ethan remarked.

  “Yeah, and that’s something we need to talk about. My father already told me about it this morning,” I snarled.

  “What’s there to talk about?” Ethan acted like there was nothing going on.

  “You’re right we don’t need to talk. You need to just listen. You need to stay away from my sister unless you plan to put a rock on her finger.”

  “What if I just want to get to know her? You don’t have to marry a woman just because you screw them.” His cavalier attitude was pissing me off.

  “You are not screwing my sister,” I hissed.

  “No, I’m not screwing your sister—yet. I just want to get to know her. She’s cute and there is something about her I like, but I’m not you or Rick. I’m not ready to ask a woman who I just met to marry me.”

  “She a good girl who just had her heart broken last year. I don’t want to see her go through that again. She was a real mess.”

  “Someone broke her heart?” Ethan growled.

  I wanted to laugh because for someone who said he wasn’t interested seemed a little pissed about her pain.