Rhett in Love (Rhett #2)(16)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“I’m going to leave you all to it now.” The officer stared at me with narrowed eyes. “I expect you both to be out of the park within five minutes.”

“Yes officer, thank you officer.” Clementine nodded and grabbed up the sheets and stuffed them into the bag. “Let’s go Rhett.” She handed me the empty picnic basket and we walked quickly towards the exit in silence. We made it to the street before I turned to her.

“So is this my fault?” I looked at her to see if I was going to be the one getting the blame for her being loud and riding me.

“It’s not my fault.” She glared at me. “Mr. let’s pretend we’re having a picnic and have sex in the park.”

“You’re the one that said, ooh take me somewhere naughty and fuck me.”

“I never said that.” She said angrily.

“Oh, just like you said, I’m not going to wear any panties?” I shook my head. “I guess I made you say that as well.”

“I said that.” She stopped and sighed. “Fine, fine, fine. I thought it was going to be fun. I didn’t think we would get busted by the police.”

“So you didn’t have fun when you came?” I asked her softly and watched her blushing. “Was that just a figment of my imagination, Clementine?”

“Whatever.” She gasped as I bit down on her lower lip hard and sucked.

“I had fun when I burst my load inside of you.” I pulled away and whispered in her ear and she looked at me in shock.

“You’re a pig, Rhett. A real pig.”

“I’m just being honest.” I shrugged. “That was fucking hot how you pushed me on my back so you could fuck my brains out.”

“Rhett.” She groaned and started walking again.

“Am I lying or not?” I started walking again, knowing I was digging myself into a deeper hole, but not knowing how to stop myself. “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”

“Fine Rhett. Am I supposed to feel proud of that?” She muttered. “My male slut boyfriend thinks I’m his hottest lay.”

“I didn’t say you were the hottest lay, I said you were the hottest sex.” I muttered angrily and then realized what I’d said. “Not that you’re not also the hottest lay as well. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve—”

“Shut up.” She turned to me, her eyes furious. “If you want to make it out of this alive, you need to shut up.”

“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.