“You’re mad at me?” My jaw dropped. “What did I do?”
“Oh grow up, Rhett. It’s not always about you, just grow up.”
“Wow, no need to be a bitch.” I mumbled.
“What did you just call me?” Her voice rose as we walked up the steps to the front door of our building.
“I didn’t call you anything.” I was annoyed. When had Clementine made the move from understanding, loving and sweet Clemmie to the shrew I now had to deal with? What was her problem? A part of me was wondering if we’d made a mistake in deciding to date. Our whole relationship had changed. Some days I felt like it was just as I remembered it, but other days I got so annoyed and frustrated with her. And she just didn’t seem to understand where I was coming from.
“You called me a bitch.” She said through clenched teeth. “I’m the bitch because you convinced me to have sex in the park?”
“I never said you were a bitch and it didn’t look like you needed much convincing to me.” I shrugged. “When you pushed me back on the ground and sat on my cock, that was all you. When you screamed out my name and rode me like some cowgirl from Texas that was all you.”
“Whatever Rhett, if you can’t have a civilized conversation about this.” She shook her head as we walked up the steps.
“Civilized conversation about what?” I opened the front door. “You’re the one that is making this a bigger deal than it was.”
“You’re the one that made me have sex in the park. We nearly got arrested Rhett. That could have been on our records for life.”
“Are you being serious?” I dropped the picnic basket on the floor. “This is all my fault?” I took a deep breath. “Is this because I went to the strip-club? Are you still mad at me? Is this your way of expressing your hurt because I got a couple of lap dances? Or is this because I titty fucked Penelope? Or is this because I’ve had sex before with other women? Are you jealous because I’ve been with other people? Is this your way of taking it out on me?”
“What?” Her jaw dropped and she threw the bag with the sheets to the corner before walking up to me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Okay.” My heart sunk at the expression on her face. “So maybe that wasn’t it then.” I gave her a weak smile. “I love you, Clementine.” I whispered, but she didn’t smile back.
“You think I’m upset because you had a past before we started dating?” She poked her finger into my chest. “You think I’m jealous because I’m upset we nearly got arrested and you offered to bribe the officer.”
“So maybe I was wrong.” I grabbed her hand. “For trying to bribe the police officer and for saying you were jealous.”
“You think?” She glared at me for a few seconds, her brown eyes angry.
“I was very wrong. I’m sorry jellybean.”
“Don’t call me jellybean.” She made a face, but I could see she was softening.
“You look pretty in your yellow dress.” I tried again.
“Like a jellybean?” She cracked a smile and I felt the stiffness in my back loosening as I realized she was no longer mad.
“No, like the sun.” I grinned.
“Uh huh.”
“I’m sorry.” I made a face. “I messed up.”
“It’s fine. I messed up as well.” She sighed. “I think that—”
“You look so sexy.” I stepped forward as I interrupted her and kissed her. “Are you ready for round two?”
“Rhett!” She groaned as my fingers pulled her dress up and off. She stood there naked in front of me and my heart pounded as I stared at her.
“You’re so beautiful Clementine.” I touched her delicate skin softly.
“We should talk Rhett.”
“We can talk later.” I shook my head and pulled my shirt off.
“We can’t just...” Her voice trailed off as I took my pants and boxers off and stood there in front of her naked.
“I want to make sweet love to you, Clemmie.” I stepped forward and grabbed her hand and placed it on my already hard cock. “I’m so turned on right now.”
“Rhett.” Her eyes were uncertain as she played with my cock. I grabbed her other hand and pulled her down to the rug. “Ooh, Rhett.” She groaned as I spread her legs and buried my face in her pussy, my tongue licking her up eagerly, loving the taste of her on my face.
“Shh, we can talk later.” I lifted my head up and gave her a quick smile, before burying my face back in her wetness and sticking my tongue inside of her. She cried out and I felt her inner thighs clenching my face as I ate her out. I smiled as I felt her body trembling underneath me and sucked down on her clit. I was good at sex. I knew that. I knew that I could make her come. I knew that I could make it all better with sex. As I felt her juices pouring down on my face, a thought flashed through my mind. A thought that made me think twice about what I was doing. A thought that made me worried and scared. We were having make-up sex, but we hadn’t really addressed any of the problems that we had in the relationship. And there were definite problems that were showing up already. Problems I didn’t know how to fix. Problems that we hadn’t had as best friends. Problems I was scared could end the relationship. I closed my eyes so that I could focus on making Clementine feel good, but I knew that hot sex wasn’t going to seal the cracks that were already developing between us. I was scared inside. I was more scared than I’d ever been in my life. I loved this woman more than anything in my life, but I didn’t know if that was going to be enough.