Late night conversations are some of the best! But what is Claire thinking with the end of her high school years so close? And Mal is coming back as well... We shall see. Don't forget to give a thumbs up, a gem, and leave a comment! Thanks!
“Claire….dude...don’t freak out...but Trevor is here…” Quinn glared at Trevor kissing his girlfriend, Jennifer. Claire turned her head to the visitors’ dugout and saw Trevor full on making out with the chick. Now normally this wouldn’t affect Claire any, but Jennifer was also the Captain of their rival softball team, the Blue Devils. Jennifer opened her eyes and made eye contact with Claire, while still kissing Trevor. Claire just shook her head, turned her back to the PG-13 scene, and focused on her stretching. Laying on her back, she stuck her right leg up into the air and pulled on her toes stretching her calf. She repeated for the other leg but before she could put her foot down, Quinn grabbed it and pushed her leg; making Claire’s toes almost touch the ground above her head. “DAMN GIRL!! LOOK HOW FLEXIBLE YOU ARE!!!” She yelled so loud that even the other team’s fans turned to look from the stands. “Get the fuck off me!!” Claire pushed her obnoxious friend away. “Gawd. You’
She needed to focus on the game, but Claire knew it was going to be hard since her heart started pounding knowing Mal was here. She took a few gulps of water, hoping that her heart would calm down before she had to take the field again. Claire was 5th in the batting lineup, so hopefully the girls could kill it and she would have time to take off her gear before she had to bat. Her wish was granted. After the first three girls managed to score two runs and have a batter on second, Claire was on deck. She took off her gear and stepped up to warm up with a few swings. Quinn ran up to the fence, pushing up against it so much that she damn near went through it. “Just promise me now that you're eighteen, you’ll climb that sexy man like a damn tree and let him do dirty things to you…” Claire snorted at her best friend’s comment. She turned to Quinn, wanting to tease her a bit. “I’ll think about it.” She didn’t need to look into the crowd to know Mal heard her. Based on that sexy
“When did you get tits?! This top looks AMAZING on you!” Quinn raved as Claire stepped out from the bedroom wearing a low cut black see-through lace tank top with a black bra underneath, her favorite jean shorts, and her black vans. “If I wasn’t straight, I’d be all over you right now.” Quinn had no filter whatsoever, especially when she started drinking. She took a long gulp of a clear liquid. “Fucking delicious.” Claire grabbed the glass from Quinn and downed the rest. The burn of the tequila flowed down her throat and the warmth spread through her chest. She shook it off with a low, slow breath. She felt amazing AND she had to admit, she looked damn good in the outfit. It fit her curves perfectly, showing off just enough cleavage that her opal pendant hovered right into the valley of her breasts. A few minutes later, the girls arrived; along with their boyfriends, their friends, their friends’ friends, and so on. In the blink of an eye, the house was packed with teenagers, spe
From his place on the back deck overlooking the lake, Malachy could see the party progress as the night went on. He stayed out there, just watching, even when he knew he shouldn’t. He told himself that even though Claire was 18, he shouldn’t concern himself with her. If she wanted to spend her night drinking and dancing with her friends, then that was her decision. Still, he couldn’t help the little ping of jealousy that entered his mind as he pictured her grinding up on some horney teenage boy. Growling, he chugged his tall glass of blood, then chased it with a glass of whiskey. Slamming both glasses down on the wooden rail, he noticed the red and blue lights that were flashing as they drew closer to the party. Someone called the cops on those poor kids. They can’t get away with anything in this small town. He only hoped that Claire was behaving herself and shouldn’t need to worry about running from the cops. Then he saw the back door open as Claire, Quinn and the were-pup ran
With a deep breath, Claire squared her shoulders and finished her shower. She needed to get out of this bathroom, and fast. Her thoughts drifted to the undoubtedly gorgeous vampire Mal spent his nights with. It didn’t sit well in the pit of her stomach.She stepped out, grabbed a towel for her hair and another to dry herself off, when she noticed there was a men’s white casual cotton tank top and a pair of men’s boxers. At least he isn’t giving me his mistress’s clothes. Or am I the mistress?The thought made her blood boil. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she grabbed the boxers and slipped them on. She rushed to put on her bra and pull the white tank top over it. Claire glanced at herself in the mirror by the closet door. She could see the black bra underneath the top. She hesitated. One last look was all it took for her to shrug her shoulders.Oh well. Fucker deserves it.She threw her hair up into a messy bun and padded barefoot out into the living room, where Mal was on t
Claire's heart was racing, but it felt so right to kiss him at last. She licked along his bottom lip and his mouth opened to grant her access, but he took the advantage and plundered her mouth with his tongue instead. She wanted to take the lead, so she got up on her knees and moved to straddle his lap.This kiss quickly became a battle for dominance.She slowly lowered herself until she felt his hardness beneath her, causing her to moan into his mouth, earning a low growl from Mal’s chest. Feeling that vibration through her body excited her even more.Tight hands grasped her waist and lifted Claire off Mal’s lap.“What’s wrong?” Claire’s swollen lips parted with her labored breathing.Mal raked a hand over his face, then stood abruptly from the couch. “We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this. Not with you. Not here. It’s not right.” Confused, Claire pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s not right to kiss me…On my 18th birthday. If that’s the case, then what have the l
Mal didn’t wait for an answer as his free hand made its way down the hem of her boxers. He pulled them down just enough for his hand to find its prize. He kissed her again while his fingers found their way to her already soaked folds. Her breathing picked up more, and he knew he was driving her crazy. Just like she was driving him mad.Claire couldn’t contain herself anymore. The second his fingers found her clit, her breath hitched, and she moaned into his mouth. “Fuck Mal. Don’t. Stop.”His fingers started slowly rubbing circles around her nub, making her even hotter. He pulled away from her, enjoying the teasing. “ ‘Fuck’ should only be used in the bedroom, Little One.” He came back to kiss her as his fingers pushed into her. “FUUUUCK!” He put one finger in, then another. Pumping into her as the tremors started. Not wanting to be outdone, Claire raked her fingers down his back, feeling all of his muscles contract under her hands. She found the hem of his shirt and pulled it
Once she was inside the room, he grabbed her around her waist and threw her on the bed. She quickly bounced and tumbled to the side, followed by Mal landing on the bed. She giggled as she ran to the bathroom with Mal hot on her heels. He grabbed her once more, spun her around, then slammed her against the door. Their breathing grew ragged as they looked into each other’s eyes. Claire spoke first, “you should probably let me get a shower before bed…” He slowly lowered her to the ground, keeping her held against him so she could feel every ridge of his body and he could feel every curve of hers. She kept a firm grip on his forearms to keep her balance as she drew in a shaky breath.“Go on then…” Mal moved to lean his hip against the bathroom counter, cross his arms over his chest, and raised an eyebrow; challenging her.Turning her back to him, she started the shower. Then ran her hand through the dripping water, then sauntered back to him. She stood on her toes in front of him and w
Everyone gathered next to the fireplace, watching the orange embers glow, enjoying their jovial conversation. Mal and Marian were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, with Jack and Claire sitting at their feet.“So, kiddo, what are your plans now that you’ve graduated? Trips around the world, working right away, nothing?” Jack leaned back against Marian’s legs, swirling his whiskey in its glass, intently watching his daughter as she quickly took a sip of her water.She shifted a bit to better focus her attention on Jack. “I’m not really sure what I’m going to do. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love working at the foundation. My coworkers are amazing and the kids are wonderful and so talented. I just feel like maybe there is something more I could do…”Mal turned in his seat to better look at Claire. “What do you mean? You love working with kids, you always have.” “Well, my actual plan kinda went to shit the second I left you all…”Piquing his interest, Mal leaned forward and til
“I’m going to go upstairs to prepare for my meeting. Will you all be ok for a few hours?” Malachy and Jack placed all twelve shopping bags on the kitchen counter. He looked back at the girls as they followed behind with bottles of wine, whisky, and beer that Marian insisted they needed for the remaining few days in the cabin. “We should be good to go! I don’t think I’ve ever brought so much alcohol in one trip. And that’s even counting my twenty-first birthday!!” Claire collapsed onto the nearest bar stool dramatically and threw her head back. “I’m exhausted. What’s for dinner?” Mal kissed her forehead. “Always food with you. There is plenty for you to whip something up in the pantry and fridge. I won’t be long.” He glanced at his watch before heading up the stairs. Claire watched his backside as he disappeared into the stairwell, biting her bottom lip.“I’ve got this chickie. Head on up there, put your shit up and jump that man in his office. I’ll keep your dad busy with the grill o
Gray clouds rolled in; a storm was brewing. The overcast skies and slight breeze caused a slight chill in the air. The steam from her coffee mug billowed into the air as she held it in her hands.“Storm’s coming. Should be a good one. It’s beautiful watching the clouds roll over the mountains, listening to the rain hitting the leaves, smelling the fresh rain. It’s a sight to see…” Jack stared off into the distance.“Cut the crap, Pops. I can’t believe you guys were just beating the shit out of each other. Do you have any idea how awful it was to witness that? To see my father, the man I look up to the most, pummeling his fists into the face of the man that I lo…” She stopped herself just in time. Jack rubbed a hand over his face. “You still love him. Even after all this time. After everything he’s done to you...to us. Claire, I can’t make you feel anything different for him. Just be careful. Malachy is a great man. I’ll admit that, but he has a past that may come back to haunt him. He
She woke the next morning to the sun slowly rising along the mountains, shining its beautiful light through the windows of the bedroom. Looking to her left, she found the other side of the bed still made, untouched.She stood and opened the door to the balcony, letting in the cool early morning breeze. There were a couple of wooden chairs set up and she happily made herself comfortable as the sun painted its brilliance among the skies. Closing her eyes to let the atmosphere envelope her, she didn’t realize the door opened further as Mal walked out. “How are you feeling?” He handed her a cup of steaming coffee, which she greedily accepted. She brought the mug close to her face, inhaling the sweet aroma. “Thanks. I’m fine. Embarrassed but fine. I’m sorry for last night.” She tucked her legs under her, making herself as small as possible. “Obviously I wasn’t in the right state of mind and you got a front-row seat to the shit show.”Mal held a hand out to her, pulled her from her seat
She flung herself into Jack’s embrace, sobbing uncontrollably. “What...is...going...on? How are you guys here?” She asked Jack and Marian between cries.Jack kept her held tight to him as tears fell silently down his face. He had his baby girl back for a little while. Claire moved away slightly and looked to Marian, extending an arm, and the three of them shared a group hug.After a few moments, everyone calmed down and wiped the tears from their smiling faces. Mal stepped up, placing a hand on Claire’s lower back, and addressed Jack and Marian. “Thank you both for coming and securing the area. I know that you all have lots of catching up to do, but we should get settled in and I can give you all the breakdown of the last few days.” He motioned toward the door as they all walked through.The ladies entered first when Jack placed an unmoving hand on Mal’s chest, stopping him in his tracks.Jack’s eyes bore daggers into Mal. “I don’t want to know the details... But you should know that p
His cool fingers felt amazing on her sun kissed legs. The sun’s rays were beating down on her thighs, making it a perfect contrast to Mal’s fingers. Slowly, his fingers brushed her skirt further up her legs, his eyes never leaving the road. Claire rested her head backwards, enjoying her body’s reaction to Mal’s touch. Her breathing became heavy, her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. His fingers sought her heat. When finding their target, Claire gasped out as he pressed his fingers against her panties. He could feel her wetness through the thin material and he wanted-no, needed to feel her. He let out a low growl as Claire moved her hips against his hand. “Mal…”He yanked his hand away and instantly steered the truck to the nearest exit. “Little One...you need to calm down. This is a small space, and the smell of your arousal is going to be the death of me.” He knew a little of this area and found what he was looking for after a few minutes.Claire had to squeeze her thighs toget
“Are you really not going to tell me where you are taking me? What if I didn’t pack the right clothes or shoes?” The secrecy was driving her mad and gave her a sense of déjà vu. She didn’t like not knowing what exactly was happening. “You’re kidnapping me again, Mal.”Mal shut her car door, effectively ending their conversation for a few seconds. His eyes scoured their surroundings as cars raced by on the street. Nothing seemed out of place. However, the silver sedan that was parked out front hadn’t moved since Mal dropped Claire off from their coffee date. He hopped into the black SUV and drove further into the city. “It’s not kidnapping because you are willing in the car. But I need to make a small stop at my place before we start our road trip. So you might as well relax and just let me handle this.” Mal grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. Claire bit her bottom lip, a habit that Mal had learned she had when she was deep in thought or feeling extremely turned on. He really h
Everyone congregated in the living room when Mal and Ramona returned. Claire’s eyes met Mal’s, and they both smiled. “The foundation gave me the ‘all clear’ to take a few days off. My boss, Robyn, was pretty excited to hear I was needing time away. So, Mal, what’s your plan exactly?” Claire expected Mal to come up with some elaborate plan, but he shocked her when he lifted her from her spot, then sat her in his lap.Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck when he spoke. “My plan is to get you out of the city, the state, actually, and have two guards come with us. They will meet us at the safe-house and will have already scanned the area for threats. So as long as everyone agrees, we will have about a week of hiding out while I have some other Enforcers keep eyes here in Chicago.” He nodded at Lex. "It’s pretty straightforward, so hopefully we are all jumping to conclusions and you aren’t being watched by some third party waiting to attack again.”Claire bit her bottom lip, noddi
Claire had shoved her chair away from the table, and stomped towards her room, with Mal hot on her heels. “Wait a goddamn min..” She slammed the bedroom door in his face.Mal gritted his teeth and took a deep breath before entering the room. A bed pillow slapped him in the face as soon as he stepped in. He rolled his eyes at Claire’s childish antics. “Really? A pillow?”Seething in the opposite corner, Claire couldn’t hide the sarcasm and discontent dripping in her voice. “Sorry. I don’t have a wooden stake to chuck at your face.”Mal calmly tossed the pillow onto the bed before he walked to stand in front of her. He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “We both know a stake won’t do any harm to me. Now, care to tell me why I deserved a pillow to the face and why you stormed out of the discussion like a child?”Claire’s eyes burned in anger. “Really?! I can’t just skip out of town, Mal. There are people who depend on me; A job that I love. I can’t just leave with little