Losing to Win (Clearwater) by Marissa Dobson

room. A turquoise comforter and small blue and
white throw pillows decorated the bed. A large picture of waves crashing on a
pristine beach hung over the bed. It seemed a better fit for North Carolina
than landlocked Clearwater, Wyoming.
    “It reminds me of home.”
Rebecca explained, coming to stand behind him. “With Dad in the Navy, I grew up
by the water. It inspired the decor for this room.”
    “Do you miss home?”
    She pulled back the bed
sheets. “Moving around so much I learned home was where you make it. But if
you’re asking do I miss the ocean, sometimes. But Clearwater is my home now.
It’s where I want to be and I don’t plan on leaving.”
    JC didn’t want to wake Kelly
to change her clothes, so he put her into bed as she was. Her leggings and
T-shirt would have to do as sleepwear for tonight. He tucked the blankets
around her and stared down at her. Rebecca and Lee were right, while he played
no part in her conception, Kelly was like a daughter to him.
    Rebecca cupped the side of his
face with her hand. “You worry too much. She’ll be fine. She has her teddy, and
we’re just down the hall. If she calls out, we’ll hear her.”
    He nodded. “I know. You go
prepare your bath. I’ll bring you a glass of wine.”
    She rose up on her tippy toes,
bringing her lips inches from his. “I’ve got a better idea.”
    “Oh, do you?” He closed the
distance between them, pressing his lips to hers.
    When the kiss ended, she
tugged his hand. “Come on.”
    He followed her down the hall,
his shaft already hardening. It had been a long day, but his energy was
suddenly renewed. Being led down the hall, he didn’t take anything else in but
the sway of her hips. When she opened her bedroom door he was amazed with the
space. This larger room was decorated completely different than the guest room.
The walls were a warm topaz with the accent wall behind the bed a few shades
darker. The large canopy king bed, outfitted in a brown comforter with gold
swirls, dominated the room. Gold, brown, and black pillows were piled neatly on
top of each other. Sheer, white curtains accentuated the sides of the bed,
pulled back with gold ties.
    “It’s different than the rest
of the house, but it’s cozy.” She pulled her sweater over her head, letting it
fall to the floor, before strolling to the bed. “Shut the door in case Kelly
gets up.”
    He watched her ass saunter in
the black yoga pants. He wanted to pull those pants off with his teeth, before
tasting her sweet spot. He shut the door and when he stood in front of her, her
hands immediately pulled the belt of his jeans. Unhooking it, her fingers
flicked the button. “In a hurry, Sugar?”
    “I want you naked and inside
of me.” The sound of his zipper echoed in the room.
    His mouth claimed hers, while
his fingers unhooked her bra, with skills he didn’t know he still had, and slid
it off her shoulders. His fingers found her nipples, teasing them gently into
harden tips, his mouth eager to lay claim to one at a time.
    She leaned back.
    Lifting his head, he kissed
the base of her neck, working upward until he found her sensitive spot just
below her ear. “I want you on the bed, naked.”
    His jeans hung loosely on his
hips. Her hand traveled between the rough material and his skin until she found
his hardened shaft, standing at attention. “On one condition…”
    “Name it.”
    “Don’t pretend.” Pushing his
jeans out of her way, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, gliding her
fingers along the length of it. “There’s no need for the prosthesis. I know the
other night you were worried about my reaction. It changes nothing between us.
Take it off and let tonight be about us.”
    “I don’t know.”
    “JC, I didn’t turn away when
you took it off in the hotel. I cuddled against you. That should prove to you
it doesn’t bother me. You are still the man I want to be with, and the
prosthesis doesn’t make me think any less of you whether it’s on or