Light in the Shadows Part 20

When it was time for Clay to leave, my mother hugged him and my dad had patted his shoulder. "We'll see you soon," Dad had said as I walked Clay out to his car.

"Yes, sir. And thank you, for everything," Clay told my dad who only nodded. I waited until my parents closed the front door and we were walking down the front path to his car before asking him about his earlier conversation with my dad.

Clay had laughed. "That was killing, you wasn't it?" I had playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"Tell me! Please!" I whined, making Clay laugh harder.

He had tapped the end of my nose with his finger. "So nosy." I rolled my eyes.

Clay unlocked his car and turned to lean against it, pulling me between his legs, his arms wrapped around my middle. "He was giving me the dad warning. Letting me know he didn't want me hurting you again. Threatened bodily harm, you know how it goes," Clay said lightly and I pinched his side, knowing he was messing with me.

"Ouch, okay." Clay had sobered and pulled me tightly against his chest. He looked down into my upturned face and kissed me on the lips. "He told me that what happened before had hurt you deeply. That they had been terrified for you and it had been the most helpless he has ever felt as your father. He told me that he would not watch you go through that again, even if that meant being the bad guy and keeping us apart." I sucked in a breath, scared and shocked by my father's candor with Clay. Though I should have expected it.

Clay had kissed the top of my head. "I told him that I understood and that is why I hadn't contacted you while I was in treatment. I was convinced that staying away was the best thing for you. That you needed to live your life without me in it." His grip around my body had become tighter and his voice broke.

"But I then told your dad that I now knew living my life without you wasn't an option. And that is why I was taking my medication, going to therapy, doing whatever I had to do to make sure the life we have together is a good one and that it makes you happy. Because there is nothing more important to me than your happiness." My eyes had stung with tears and I pulled up on my tip toes, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

He had held me for a long time, tasting me, caressing my lips with his. Our tongues tangled in a dance of total love. When we pulled away he had run his hand down the side of my face.

"I love you, Maggie May Young," he had whispered.

"And I love you, Clayton Reed," I responded with equal ardor.

After Clay had left and I went back inside, my parents didn't discuss Clay's visit. But I felt the ice thaw and I knew that while they didn't necessarily trust Clay, they at least respected where he was coming from.

Sat.u.r.day night dates quickly became a regular occurrence. It was as though Clay were making up for lost time. Sometimes he took me to dinner. Sometimes it was a movie. Sometimes we went hiking in the afternoon and had a picnic. Other times we met up with Rachel and Daniel and went to the mall.

It was all so normal. So teenage. I felt better knowing that Clay was consistently taking his medications. He had to take them at lunch time and he did so every day without fail. He didn't make a show of it, but he never hid it from me either.

How did we ever get so lucky as to be in this place together? It was like a dream. I was terrified that I would wake up and everything had popped like a bubble and Clay would be gone and I would be alone and all of this would be nothing more than a ma.s.sive delusion.

But while I was deliriously happy, some people, or should I say person wasn't so thrilled with my relationship. My friendship with Jake had significantly cooled. Gone was our easy banter while we worked. In fact, we hadn't shared a shift in over two weeks and I couldn't help but wonder if he had requested a different schedule.

My heart hurt a little at the thought that I had callously led him on; only to drop him in a red hot minute the second Clay gave me the time of day again. I felt like a total a.s.shole. I had tried to talk to Jake, to make it right in some way, but he either was too p.i.s.sed or just not ready to talk to me. So any attempts at making myself feel better where he was concerned would just have to wait; if it ever happened at all.

But Clay and me. We were pretty close to perfect.

I tried not to stare at him as he sat on his bed after school, sketching in a notebook while I made an attempt to finish my homework. I was horribly distracted by the fact that his shirt had ridden up on his stomach, revealing smooth skin and drool worthy muscles.

"Do your homework," he scolded me with a smirk. I flushed at being caught. I looked down at the illegible words on my paper and tried to focus.

"I am doing my homework," I muttered, tapping my pencil against my book. Clay's chuckle made my stomach knot up. Yeah, I was so not doing my homework. I closed my American History book with a bang and moved across the room slowly until I was beside the bed.

Clay grinned as I sat down and leaned into kiss the side of his neck. "Whatcha workin' on?" I purred, rubbing my nose along the join of his shoulder.

"You should be doing your work. I feel bad for distracting you," Clay's voice was husky as I started to kiss the line of jaw. I loved the taste of him; salty and sweet all at the same time. While the emotional side of our relationship was going strong, the physical aspects had come to an unfortunate stall. I wasn't sure what the hang up was. Because I knew Clay wanted me. I could feel it in the way he kissed me, the way he held me. But it was as though he were scared to take that step back into that place that used to be so familiar.

"Don't feel bad. I'd rather be doing this anyway," I said, lightly nipping at the skin below his ear. When I threw my leg over him and straddled his lap, I felt him weaken. Finally! I almost did a victory dance but then I was sucked under by something else entirely. Oh yeah, it was my raging hormones.

Clay tossed his sketchbook off to the side and grabbed ahold of my hips and pulled me up against him, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin. My tongue traced a line from his ear lobe to the corner of his mouth. When I pressed my lips to his, he flipped me onto my back and began to literally devour me. Our teeth banged together with the force of his mouth against mine and I opened up for his tongue.

Clay groaned in the back of his throat as my hands worked up the back of his shirt, desperate for the feel of his bare skin. And then his shirt was up and over his head, landing on the floor. I ran my fingers lightly over the ridged scars on his chest and he shivered. Even in the heat of that moment, I couldn't stop myself from making sure there were no new cuts on his body. I was relieved to only touch old wounds.

His hands followed my example and began their own exploration up my shirt. This was the farthest we had gone since we were together in North Carolina. I eagerly antic.i.p.ated the feel of his hands on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and arched my back when he finally palmed my bra covered flesh.

When he started to roll my aching nipples between his forefinger and thumb I thought I would come undone right then and there. Like a man possessed, Clay ripped my shirt and my bra off in record time. If there was a world record for bra removal, Clay Reed would have broken it.

His mouth left my lips and attached to my waiting b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He tasted and teased with his tongue until he pulled a nipple into his mouth. "Ahh!" I called out, too lost in the moment to worry about the fact that Ruby was in the house somewhere. Cla.s.sy, huh?

Clay's fingers found the b.u.t.ton of my jeans and deftly unb.u.t.toned them and brought the zipper down. His mouth still on my breast, his hand slipped down the front of my pants, touching me over my panties. I started to tremble, my head thrown back on the pillow as Clay worked my body.

It had been so long since I had felt this. Entirely too long if you ask me. I wasn't one for regular self-pleasuring so I had been sadly neglected on the o.r.g.a.s.m front. That was clearly about to be remedied.

"Clay," I moaned as his fingers pushed pa.s.sed the edge of my underwear and found my wet core. In one perfect thrust, he slipped his finger inside me and started the slow, tortuous rhythm that had me falling apart in ten point two seconds flat.

He continued to rub and thrust as his mouth returned to mine and his tongue fell into rhythm with his finger. Maybe I should be returning the favor, but I was way too caught up in my o.r.g.a.s.mic haze.

After my body skyrocketed again only to come crashing down, Clay withdrew his finger, his lips slowing in their aggressive a.s.sault of my mouth. I was breathing like I had just run a mile in four minutes. My heart beat so fast I was worried I might pa.s.s out.

Clay fixed my panties and zipped up my pants. He then pulled me onto my side so that he was cradling my back to his front. He nuzzled into my hair and pressed a hand to my belly. "Uh, wow. Thank you," I said lamely.

Clay snorted in my ear. "You don't need to thank me for that. It was my pleasure, baby." My toes curled at the sensual way he voiced the endearment. I wanted to squeal in pleasure. I was such a girl sometimes. A squeally, pink ribbon and sequins girl. And that was a side of me that only Clay could bring out.

My eyes caught sight of the discarded sketch pad and I pulled it closer. I rolled onto my back and brought the paper up to my face. My lips split into a smile as I saw the detailed drawing Clay had done of my profile while I had been sitting at his desk doing my homework.

"I do not look like that, Clay. You have some biases in the way that you see me," I scoffed, taken aback as I always was by the depth of his talent. He really was an amazing artist.

Clay kissed my cheek and brought his hand up to run down my nose. "No, I think you're the one who doesn't see things clearly. How you can look in the mirror every single day and not see the beautiful girl that I do, is beyond me." His words made me flush. Not in embarra.s.sment but in total and complete contentment. A feeling I was becoming slightly addicted to.

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at Clay, who arched his eyebrow at me. "That look makes me nervous. Makes me wonder what you have going on it that head of yours," Clay teased, tapping the middle of my forehead.

"You should go to art school or something. You're really good. You should be able to get into a program somewhere," I said and was more than a little disappointed by the way Clay tensed up. We hadn't really talked about the future much beyond the fact that we wanted to spend it together.

But how would that work when I went off to school? I had gotten my acceptance letter to James Madison University earlier in the week. My parents were thrilled, Rachel and Daniel were stoked. But I hadn't told Clay yet. Mostly because I was terrified of ruining what we had with talk of separation and long distance relationships.

Clay sat up and tossed his sketch pad on the bedside table. It was getting dark and he turned on the small lamp. I could see the strain my suggestion had caused. Which was ridiculous. I hadn't been blowing smoke up his a.s.s when I complimented his artistic abilities. He really was awesome.

"So what do you think?" I asked, scooting along the bed until I was sat beside him, our legs pressed against each other.

"Yeah, I don't know," Clay said shortly, which kind of irritated me.

"Why don't you look into it? What could it hurt? Have you thought at all about what you're going to do after graduation? Are you planning to stay here with Ruby? Or are you going to school?" I knew I was pressing. But the unanswered questions between us were starting to suffocate me.

Clay grit his teeth. "Look, Maggie. I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I just don't know what I'm going to do. I mean, I just got out of f.u.c.king treatment. My aunt's girlfriend was killed in a car accident and I'm trying to do the right thing by Ruby. I haven't exactly had the luxury of thinking too much about my goals," he sneered at me and I recoiled a bit, not happy to see this old and all too familiar Clay.

"I was just," I began but Clay cut me off.

"You were just sticking your nose in where it's not wanted. That's what you were doing. I don't want to talk about it. Why can't we just enjoy right now without f.u.c.king it up with talk about what you think I should be doing?" Alright, he was getting p.i.s.sed and the way he started pacing around made all of this way too reminiscent of before.

But unlike before I didn't start backpedaling and trying to make this situation better for him. I didn't placate Clay and soothe his wounded psyche. This time I decided laying it out there was better for him and for me.

"Well, I'm going off to college in three and a half months. Three and a half months, Clay! And I don't want to go away without knowing you're doing something with your life too," I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest.

Clay's laugh was dark and bitter and made me cringe. "Don't worry about me, Mags. I won't interfere with your life. You'll get your pretty little future and I won't stand in your way," he spit out.

I jumped to my feet. "Enough with the self-pity. I was just trying to point out that you are an amazing artist and that would be a constructive use of your talents. You know, find a career doing something you love. I was just trying to be helpful," I retorted. I eyed the brown bottle of pills on his dresser and the thought flashed through my mind as to whether he was taking them or not. Because the erratic mood swing was scaring me.

Clay must have seen the direction of my gaze because he sighed and shook his head. "Are you going to start thinking I'm lying about taking my meds every time we get into a fight?" he asked me wearily.

I felt my lips start to tremble. "Can you blame me?" I asked and that seemed to take the wind right out of Clay's anger. His shoulders drooped and he dropped his head.

"No, I guess I can't," he said. Then the only sound was our heavy breathing. I didn't know what to say to get us back to that beautiful moment we had shared minutes earlier. The whiplash change was unfortunately not unexpected. And that made me more than a little sad. I wanted so much to be past this, but I knew we had such a long way to go.

The coward in me wondered if I had it in me to tough it out, to ride this rollercoaster for as long as it lasted. But that part inside me was very, very small.

I slowly moved until I was stood in front of him and put my hands up so that my fingers smoothed their way through his thick, dark hair. "I suppose that was my less than tactful way of asking about our future. Sorry if I was b.i.t.c.hy about it," I apologized. Because I really was sorry for taking this important conversation and becoming combative about it.

Clay shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. It's not like I haven't been thinking about what I'm going to do...after. That's part of the reason I meet with the stupid guidance counselor so d.a.m.n much. Mr. Hunt is trying to personally shape my life," he smirked, finally meeting my eyes and I knew we were over that frightening hump.

"Oh yeah? How's that going?" I asked, my fingers still combing through his hair. I knew he loved it when I did that and I was rewarded with the softness that started to overtake his face.

"Well, if you couldn't tell by my s.h.i.tty att.i.tude a few minutes ago, the whole thing is pretty c.r.a.ppy. I have no idea what I want to do after I graduate. I wish I had some sort of plan. But I just don't," he said tiredly. I grasped the back of his neck and pulled him to my lips, kissing him soundly.

"Well, I'll help you figure it out. And we can make sure that whatever you do, will involve the both of us," I promised and Clay's small smile made our earlier argument fade into the background.

The sound of Clay's phone ringing broke the mood and he grabbed it and answered without looking at the screen to see who it was.

"h.e.l.lo?" he said, still smiling at me. I c.o.c.ked my head to the side when I saw the way his face blanked. "Hey, no that's cool. I didn't forget." Clay darted a look my way, which made me feel kind of weird. Who was he talking to?

"This weekend? Sure. No, honestly, Ruby won't care. I'll text you directions on Friday," Clay looked at me again and I couldn't read his expression. Okay, so it sounded like someone was coming for a visit. Why did that make his entire demeanor change?

"Okay. I'll talk to you then, Maria." Maria? Who the f.u.c.k was Maria?

Clay hung up a few seconds later and dropped the phone back to his desk. Okay, Maggie, don't pounce. Wait for him to explain about Maria and why she was coming for a visit. Don't play the part of the jealous shrew. Easier said than done.

Clay jammed his hands in his pockets. Dead giveaway there buddy, I thought nastily.

"Maria?" I said impatiently, tired of waiting for him to grow some b.a.l.l.s and give me an explanation.

Clay grimaced, never a good sight. "Uh, yeah. Maria is a friend of mine from Grayson's. She's visiting her brother in Alexandria and wants to come down for the night," he said. A friend from treatment. Okay, that didn't sound so bad. Then why was Clay acting so strangely?

"I've never heard you mention Maria. Were you close?" I asked, watching him carefully. One point for Clay, he not once looked away guiltily. He met my eyes steadily and I knew that this girl, whoever she was, wasn't some girlfriend he acquired in the short time we were apart. Because for all of Clay's faults, he wasn't a cheater. Even though we hadn't technically been together while he was in Florida. But I knew him well enough to know that he would never have shacked up with someone that soon after ending things with me. He just wasn't wired that way.

"Yeah, we got pretty tight. She and Tyler were my closest friends there. I was surprised when she called me a few weeks ago and told me she had been discharged. But I guess she was ready. Anyway, she'll only be here for the day. She asked to stay over and I hope that's cool with you," Clay said and I knew that if I had told him it wasn't he would have called his friend, Maria and told her she would have to make other arrangements.

And that rea.s.surance went a long way in squelching the beginning smolders of jealousy in my gut. "Yeah, that's fine. I look forward to meeting her." Okay, so I was lying my a.s.s off. But I didn't want to admit that this faceless Maria freaked me out a bit. Mostly because she was close to my boyfriend during a time I had been completely shut out and I wasn't sure how to process that. If it had been a guy I wouldn't have batted an eyelash. But a girl...well let's just say I knew how potent the Clay Reed effect was, having been a victim myself on a regular basis.

Clay's eyebrows rose and it was obvious he saw straight through my fakeness. "Sure you are," he deadpanned and I smirked.

"In the spirit of total honesty, I should probably tell you that Maria had a bit of...crush on me while we were in treatment." Of course she did. She had been in treatment, not a coma.

"But she never acted on it and I made it very clear that I loved you and wasn't interested. So there has never been anything but friendship between us," he went on in a rush. I reached out and pulled his hand from his jeans pocket, lacing our fingers together.

"Chill out, Clay. I believe you. And while I had a momentary brush with the green eyed monster, I a.s.sure you I'm over it. Don't stress yourself about it," I a.s.sured him. Clay's lopsided grin was breathtaking.

"Have I told you recently how much I love you?" he asked, pulling our joined hands to his lips and kissing the back of my hand.

"Not in at least five minutes. You're slacking, Mr. Reed," I joked. He kissed my hand again.

"I. Love. You," he said, punctuating each word with a sloppy kiss to my skin. I giggled like a school girl and blushed. Yep, I was a pink, sparkly girl, alright. I just hoped I didn't have to morph into a fist throwing, claw your eyes out girl around this Maria. Because I wouldn't think twice about unleashing my inner She-Ra if she p.i.s.sed me off.

Chapter Twenty-one.

-Clay-

Maria had been here for all of ten minutes and I was already regretting my decision to let her stay at Ruby's for the night. I sensed the change in her the moment she showed up at my house Friday evening. It could have been the inch thick layer of make up on her face or the fact that her skirt barely covered her a.s.s. I felt like I was staring at a stranger. This was not the Maria Cruz from Grayson's.

"Clay!" she squealed after I had opened the door. Yeah, I noticed that she rubbed her t.i.ts against my chest as she squeezed me. And I wasn't blind to the fact that she stared a little too long at my mouth as I greeted her. I didn't know who the f.u.c.k this girl was, but she was not my friend. She looked and sounded a lot like the girl Maria had been trying to get rid of. The one that f.u.c.ked any guy that would give her an ounce of attention. The girl who used s.e.x the same way I had used drugs and cutting.

"Hey, Maria," I said less enthusiastically, letting her into the house. Ruby wasn't home, she was at the store, having thrown herself back into keeping the shop in order. I was glad she was getting herself out of the house, but right now I would have given anything for the Ruby buffer.

Maria tugged in an overnight bag that looked as though she had packed for a d.a.m.n week. "Here let me get that," I offered, picking it up. Jesus Christ, did she think she was moving in?

"What the h.e.l.l do you have in here? Bowling b.a.l.l.s?" I grunted, bringing it into the living room. Maria giggled, making my skin crawl a bit.

"No, silly. A girl just needs plenty of clothing options. And shoes aren't light," she teased. I rolled my eyes.

"Shoes. Sure," I said, trying not to be annoyed by the already s.h.i.tty beginning to this visit. I was instantly on guard around Maria and I had never felt that way. Not even when it was apparent she had feelings for me. She had always been una.s.suming, shy even. Nothing like the Maria who stood in the middle of my living room, with her cleavage on full display and a hand on her hip giving f.u.c.k me eyes.

"How was the drive?" I asked, trying to find a way into comfortable territory. Asinine small talk seemed the way to go. Maria pulled a tube of lip gloss from her purse and started to liberally apply it, rubbing it in with her finger.

"Fine. Hit some traffic on the beltway, but that was to be expected on a Friday," she said, shrugging, the action causing her shirt to fall dangerously low on her shoulder. c.r.a.p, I could see the top of her b.o.o.bs. This was not cool. Maggie was going to be p.i.s.sed when she got a load of Maria. I knew she was feeling insecure about my friendship with Maria. She had never come right out and admitted it, but I knew my girlfriend well enough to recognize the signs of her self-esteem taking a nose dive. I hadn't been sure how to handle that, because Maggie's feelings were completely unfounded.

So seeing Maria dressed like this, making it obvious that this visit was more about seeing the inside of my bedroom than hanging out, would not go over well. And Maggie was supposed to be here at any minute.

I looked away and gestured with my head toward the kitchen. "Want something to drink?" I asked. Maria grinned and nodded.