Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 745: Claire’s Insecurity

Yelena’s eyes widened in shock, her hand freezing mid-rub on her ass. "What?" she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, her mind clearly struggling to process my words. Her pout remained, but her eyes searched mine, a mix of disbelief and something raw and hopeful flickering within them.

I pulled her closer, my hand gently cupping her face. "You heard me," I said, my voice a dark promise, my thumb brushing over her lower lip. "You and Claire. Both of you. Together. With me."

Yelena’s breath came in short gasps, her fingers finally dropping from her ass as she stared at me.

Yelena’s fingers traced the spot where I’d slapped her, her cheeks still flushed as she looked up at me with a mix of defiance and curiosity. "How can you be so domineering like that..." she murmured, her voice trailing off as her eyes locked onto mine, searching for an answer.

I didn’t hesitate.

I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her close, and kissed her pouting lips hard, catching her off guard. She gasped against my mouth, her body stiffening in surprise before melting into me. I could feel the heat of her breath, the way her lips parted slightly as I deepened the kiss, my hand tangling in her hair.

When I finally pulled back, her eyes were wide, her lips slightly swollen, her breath coming in fast, ragged gasps. "Like this," I said, my voice low and rough, my thumb brushing over her lower lip.

Yelena’s heartbeat thrummed wildly beneath my palm, her chest rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths. Her lips remained slightly parted, her gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made the air between us feel electric. She didn’t speak at first, her fingers still lightly touching her lips as if she could still feel the pressure of my kiss.

"I... I don’t know how to face Claire..." she finally whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. The vulnerability in her eyes was something I rarely saw, and it made my chest tighten.

I cupped her face gently, my thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "Leave everything to me... okay? I will handle it," I assured her, my voice steady and firm.

Yelena nodded slowly, her expression softening just a bit, though her cheeks remained flushed. "Okay..." she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Just then, the sound of the shower stopped, the sudden silence making it clear that Claire was about to step out of the bathroom. Yelena’s eyes widened slightly, and she quickly pushed away from me, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She took a step back, her fingers nervously smoothing down her clothes as if trying to compose herself.

I watched her with amusement, my lips curling into a smirk. "Relax," I murmured, my voice low enough that only she could hear. "Everything will be fine."

Yelena didn’t respond, but I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers fidgeted at her sides.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Claire stepped out, the towel wrapped around her body clinging to her curves in a way that made it impossible to look away. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, and the deep cleavage on display was impossible to ignore—almost as if she wanted me to notice.

My eyes flicked up to meet hers, and I saw the faint blush on her cheeks, the way her gaze lingered on me just a second too long.

Yelena’s fingers twitched at her sides, her jaw tightening as she took in the scene. "Claire..." she said, her voice sharp with irritation, "aren’t you too shameless? I’m still here."

Claire’s blush deepened, but she didn’t look away from me. Instead, she tilted her chin up, a defiant glint in her eyes. "What?" she said, her voice soft but firm. "I’m with my boyfriend. What’s it to you?"

Yelena’s expression darkened, her fingers curling into fists. I could see it—the jealousy burning in her eyes, the frustration of being the hidden one while Claire stood there so openly, so confidently claiming me. She wanted that. She wanted to be the one draped in a towel, the one I couldn’t take my eyes off of.

Yelena’s voice was tight, her emotions barely contained as she muttered, "I’m going to take a shower," before turning sharply and striding toward the bathroom.

The door clicked shut behind her, but not before I noticed the way her shoulders tensed, the way her fingers dug into her palms—like she was fighting to keep herself from saying something more.

Claire stood there in the dimly lit motel room, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of the oversized shirt she had just pulled on. The fabric clung to her curves in a way that made it impossible to look away, but she still seemed self-conscious, her cheeks flushed pink as she glanced up at me through her lashes.

"Jack..." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Can you... Can you turn around for a second?"

I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk. "Why?" I asked, my voice low and teasing. "You think I haven’t seen you before?"

Claire’s blush deepened, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her shirt. "I know, but..." she hesitated, her voice trembling slightly. "It’s different now. I just... I want to make sure I look okay."

I chuckled, but I didn’t move. Instead, I stepped closer, my hands finding her waist, my thumbs brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt. "You always look more than okay," I murmured, my voice rough with sincerity. "You’re beautiful, Claire. Every single part of you."

She bit her lip, her eyes flickering away for a moment before meeting mine again. "But I’m older," she said, her voice filled with a vulnerability that made my chest tighten. "I’m not like the others. I have stretch marks, and—"

I cut her off with a finger pressed gently against her lips. "Claire," I said, my voice firm but soft. "Look at me."

She obeyed, her gaze lifting to meet mine, her breath hitching slightly.

"You’re perfect," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Every scar, every mark, every single thing about you—it’s all part of what makes you you. And I love you."

Claire’s eyes welled up with tears, her lips trembling. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

I pulled her into my arms, my hand cradling the back of her head as I pressed a kiss to her temple. "You don’t ever have to hide from me," I murmured against her skin. "Not your body, not your age, not anything."