Hard Love: A Bad Boy Fighter Romance (9 page)

Thursday came quickly and Kurt had managed to
get in touch with a couple old friends from the town over to meet for coffee
while Claire was at work. So after they parked in front of the restaurant and
unexpectedly kissed goodbye, he started strolling around the downtown area
until it was time to meet with them at the local coffee shop that had been
around for years. It had been a long time since he set foot in the place so he
couldn’t be sure of what all had changed; all he knew was that it didn’t look
exactly the same as he remembered it. He saw Charlie and Boyd sitting at a
table waiting for him and the two immediately stood up when he walked in.

They bounded up to him and thumped him on the
back as a greeting. Boyd went ahead and took his coffee order and then the
three of them went back to the table to chat. They had a ton of questions about
the Army, from why he had decided to join right down to what his daily life was
like. They were seemingly fascinated by what Kurt did and it didn’t hurt he
took great pride in it, so he told every detail with great enthusiasm.

He found out Boyd was married to his high
school sweetheart for three years now. Charlie was thinking about asking his
girlfriend of five years to marry him some time soon. They were both in
construction and worked together. It seemed they had their life pretty settled
in the town and looked to be at least decently happy with it.

They finished up and threw their cups in the
trash. “So what are you doing after this?” Boyd asked as they walked out of the
coffee shop. They had to get back to work.

“I’ll just be wandering around town a while and
then heading back with Claire,” he said without much thought. It wasn’t until
the two men made a little humming sound that he turned to look at them and then
realized they might had thought something was up between them. They wouldn’t
have been far off base to think that.

“Claire, huh? Claire Collins?” Kurt nodded and
Boyd hid a snicker behind his hand. “She’s a real looker, that one. Don’t blame
you for
hangin
’ around her, old boy.”

Kurt felt a twinge of annoyance over the way he
was talking about Claire and he had to wonder if that was the norm around these
parts. Sure, she was a knockout, but there was so much more to her. Charlie
punched Boyd on the arm and said, “They’re old friend from high school.”

Kurt cleared his throat, “Right.”

The men said their goodbyes and went their
separate ways, Kurt making the mental note that Boyd was more of the oaf
typical to these parts than he had been when they were younger. He had wanted
to straighten him out, but Charlie saved the day.

He continued his walk around the town until he
reached the little pond that was right next to the town’s biggest park. He sat
on a bench and watched the ducks either waddle around like crazy or just sit
around lazily. It was a relaxing environment and he found his eyes slowly
shutting. Not wanting to actually fall asleep on a bench out in public, he
pulled out his phone to send a buddy of his from the Army a message.

It was actually a friend he made during his
first couple years as a recruit but then the guy had been relocated and they
hadn’t seen each other since. But even in those first two years they had formed
a pretty solid friendship so they had kept in touch. He was, incidentally, the
only one who knew about Claire. He knew her as “the pretty girl from high
school that drove Kurt bonkers”. He figured it would be fun to catch Chuck up
on the current events with Claire.

It was finally time for him to head back to
pick her up. When he pulled up to the restaurant Claire was already waiting
outside. He gazed at her for a moment, admiring how she looked before letting
her know he was there. She was busy looking at something on her phone so he let
his eyes wander over her from head to toe. Today she wore her hair in a high
ponytail and a pair of simple silver stud earrings. She wore a tight black top
layered with a fitted orange blazer, dark jeans that were tight and fit her
legs well, and pair of black suede wedges. She looked damn good and he cleared
his throat as he thought about the fact they were now going to head back to her
house together.

Kurt got out of the car and when the door
slammed shut, she looked up from her phone. She looked a bit startled at first,
but when her eyes landed on Kurt she smiled. She slipped her phone into her
purse and walked up to him.

 
“How was
your day?” she asked as she stretched up to give him a peck on the cheek.

For a moment it felt like they were an actual
couple and Kurt wasn’t about to question it. He liked it. She was sweet and fun
and everything he had always imagined her to be. She was the same wonderful
Claire he had known with a few more great characteristics thrown in now that
she was a young woman rather than a teenage girl. He slid his palm down her arm
to grab her hand and walk to the car together. He told her about hanging out
with Boyd and Charlie, conveniently leaving out Boyd’s distasteful little comment,
and then about how he had just wandered about town.

They drove off back to town as she told him all
about her day. Her job seemed interesting enough but, more than anything, he
just really enjoyed listening to her talk. “Do you need anything from the
store?” he asked as they drove into the town’s square.

“No,” she told him, “I’m totally prepared.” She
turned to glare at him playfully as if he had morally offended her by implying
she wasn’t completely prepared. She then reached out and placed her hand on his
leg, right by his knee, and continued to talk like she had been before. His
mind, meanwhile, was focusing a little too hard on the placement of her hand.

The closer they got to her house, the higher up
her hand crept. By the time he pulled into her driveway her hand was all the
way up on his legs, resting dangerously close between his thighs. Lightly, she
brushed over his bulge as she removed her hand to unbuckle her seat belt and
gave him a little wink. Kurt stared at her until she was already unlocking the
front door and then shook out of his hypnotized gaze before getting out of the
car. It was definitely on. After her little gesture in the car there was no
doubt in his mind.

What he had been foolish to think was that he
would be able to wait until after dinner to get close to her. Claire took off
her blazer and hung it on one of the hooks by the door before walking to the
kitchen, hips swaying sexily. Kurt followed her and saw she had all the stuff
she needed neatly laid out, save for anything that needed to be refrigerated.
As she stood in front of the counter double-checking everything was in order.

Kurt walked up behind her and wrapped his arms
around her waist. He kissed her neck. She leaned into it right away as he
pulled her body closer to his so her back was pressed up against his front and
he started grinding his hips against her firm butt. Claire made a little ‘
mmm
’ sound and urged him on even more.

Kurt slipped his hands under the hem of her
shirt and grazed his fingertips over the smooth flesh of her stomach, his lips
fixed to her neck. Slowly, he started moving his hands up until they were
resting just below her breasts. He was still grinding his hips against her ass
only now he knew she could feel his noticeable hardness pressing up against her
as well. Claire pushed her ass back into him before he grabbed her by the
shoulder and turned her around to kiss her passionately.

He pushed her until she was pressed up against
the counter, trapped between it and his body. Her breath stilled as he slipped
one of his hands under the hem of her shirt again and ran it right up until he
was just below the cub of her bra. His thumb over the smooth fabric of her bra
and kissed her even more intensely than he already was. Finally, they broke apart
from the kiss and inhaled loudly, eyes locked onto each other. Her pupils were
wide open and he chest was heaving. He could sense she had been aroused more
quickly than last time, just like him. It was as if they both knew this was
coming but, for some reason, neither of them had expected it to happen first
thing when they got to her house.

Claire was just too irresistible and Kurt never
held back on going after what he wanted; at least he didn’t hold back anymore.
He had learned from the past that not going after what you wants leads to
disappointment and regret.

After she gave him clear signals she wanted to
go further, he saw no reason to hold back. He took the opportunity to pull her
shirt up and slip it off her body, dropping it on the kitchen’s floor. He saw
her eyes dart down to the shirt, but he distracted her with a kiss. Then he
pulled back and admired the way the black bra looked on her before reaching
around for the clasp.

It was just as he was about to pop open her bra
that he looked deep into her eyes, “Claire.” She looked at him and he could
tell she was aware he was about to say something serious. “You know I have to
go back at the end of next week, right?”

“Right,” she whispered. She leaned in a mere
centimeter from his lips. “So let’s just make the most of the time we
do
have.”

That was all it took for Kurt to bridge the gap
with a passionate kiss as he popped her bra open. He stopped only to shove it
off her and immediately dipped his head down to kiss each of her breasts before
tracing his tongue along her nipples. He kissed her again and ran his hand
straight down her stomach to unbutton and unzip her jeans, not wasting even a
second before slipping his hand under the waistband of her panties.

Claire squealed in delight when he ran a finger
along her slit. He smiled when he felt she was already wet for him. He eagerly
pushed his finger inside and she broke the kiss with a moan. In no time at all,
he had her panting and moaning against his shoulder as he pleasured her. When
he pushed a second finger inside and started pressing his thumb against her
clit, Claire started thrusting her hips against his hand until her body tensed
up and she tumbled over the edge.

When she collapsed against him, he took the
opportunity to sweep her up and carry her upstairs to the bed. There, he
finished taking off her pants and underwear so she was left completely naked.
He made quick work of taking off all his clothes, ready to finally be inside
her. As he walked toward the bed he stopped before climbing on. There was
something else he really wanted first. He reached out and grabbed her wrist to
pull her forward. His action was a bit rough but she didn’t seem to mind. He
gave her a moment to get settled and then placed his hand at the back of her
head.

“Blow me,” he told her in a low voice that
demanded attention.

Claire looked up at him and then down at his
hard cock, which was right in front of her face. She nodded and licked her lips
before opening her mouth and taking his entire length down to the hilt. Her
head eased back and forth and eventually he made use of her ponytail by
grabbing onto it and controlling the pace. He could feel her tongue pressing up
flat against his cock as he rocked it in and out of her mouth.

 
He
pulled it out completely, “Ready?” He asked.

Claire quickly nodded. He finally pulled out of
her mouth and pushed her onto her back. He climbed on the bed over top her and
kissed her deeply.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in
her ear before kissing her neck. He instinctively started pushing his hips
forward and groaned when the head of his shaft rubbed against her wet slit. Her
fingers clutched at his shoulders as she let out a heavy whimper. He continued
to push the head of his cock against her and then moved it up to push against
her clit until she was moaning with loud panting breath.

“Fuck me,” she finally pleaded between her
heavy breaths.

Kurt didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed
the base of his shaft and pushed the entire length into her. Immediately, she
arched her back and cried out in pure pleasure. He started thrusting at a
moderate pace, holding onto her waist with one hand He placed his other hand
flat on the bed for balance as he continued thrusting in and out, enjoying
every heavy moan that fell from her lips. He looked at her face, scrunched up
in pleasure and covered with a light layer of sweat. He could hardly believe
it. He was actually looking at Claire,
Claradeene
Collins, while having sex with her. It was actually happening.

It was that very thought that forced him to
thrust faster. He readjusted his body so that he was resting on his knees and
holding onto her hips with both hands. He watched her breasts bounce as his
hips smacked against her hard and fast. She was gripping the bed sheets, but he
wanted her to grip them so hard her knuckles turned white. He lifted her ass
onto his thighs and adjusted his angle so that when he pushed his whole length
back into her, he went deep and hard. Claire cried out as he continued to
thrust in deep. Her knuckles turned white as the bed sheets crumbled in her
fist.