Chapter Thirty-Five
Tony sits outside on the back deck of the house, waiting for Kat and thinking over their very brief telephone conversation from the night before. He waited all night for her to return home, but she never did. It felt really good to punch the shit out of that prick Gage, even though it didn’t stop him from taking off with Kat. He saw what he did to her, tying her hands together and forcing her into his car. He even went by Gage’s house to go rescue her, but they were not there. “I hope that pretty face of his is swollen up like a balloon and fifty shades of black and blue,” he mumbles.
“Excuse me? What did you say?” Thinking he was alone, he snaps his head up, seeing Taylor standing there in a bikini top and a pair of shorts.
With a look of confusion on his face, and not feeling like entertaining company, he stares up at her and rudely asks, “What are you doing here, Taylor?”
“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I heard you say something. I thought you were speaking to me.”
“No, I didn’t even realize you were there. I was actually talking to myself. So what did you say you were doing here?”
“I didn’t. I was out on the beach for my early morning run and I thought I’d take Kat up on her invitation to drop in on her the next time I was out here. Is she around?”
“No.”
“Oh, will she be back soon?”
Taking a deep cleansing breath to try to keep his control and exhaling it, he answers, “I really don’t know when she’ll be returning home, Taylor.”
“You seem deep in thought and I think I’m interrupting. I’d better be going. Please let Kat know I stopped by when she returns. I’m sorry I disturbed you, Tony.”
“No, I’m sorry I’ve been so short with you. I just had a rough night. Didn’t get any sleep. Why don’t you take a seat and keep me company for a little while. Maybe it will help my mood.”
“Uhm, okay, if you’re sure I won’t be bothering you, I’d love to.”
“Great. Can I get you anything? I know it’s early, but I think I’m ready for a drink. A real drink. Maybe it will help me sleep later.”
“Sure. I’ll join you. Bring me whatever you’re having, please.”
“Alright. Be right back.” Getting up from the table, Tony heads inside the house. A few moments later he reappears with a couple of shots of tequila and two bottles of beer.
“Here ya go.”
“Thanks.”
Tony doesn’t bother waiting to do the salt and lime thing; he just grabs a shot glass, slams it, and follows it down with a long swig of beer.
Picking up the beer bottle, Taylor takes a sip, then puts it back down on the table.
“Kat invited me to stop by the track last night to watch the races. I saw both of you run. You did great.”
“Thanks.”
Playing dumb, she says, “I really like your car, Tony. Is that a Cobra?”
Oh my god. She doesn’t know shit about cars and she just fucking confused my car with that asshole’s. “No. I left my 1965 Cobra at home. Last night I was racing a limited edition GT that I’ve modified. It can beat just about anything out there.” Picking up his second shot, he ignores the condiments again, and goes right to slamming it down, and then places the shot glass upside down on the table next to the first one. Again, he washes it down with his beer.
Taking another sip of her beer, Taylor comments, “It’s too bad Kat lost her last race. I guess that other car was just faster, huh?”
Feeling on edge, Tony keeps his responses short. “Yeah, I guess it was.”
Sliding her shots over in front of Tony and smiling up at him, she says, “Here, take these. It’s a bit early for me to shoot tequila. It’s that one drink that I’ve had more than one bad experience with, if you get my meaning.” Downing about half of her bottle of beer, Taylor looks Tony in the eyes and asks, “So, where did Kat go last night? After her last race, I was heading over to say hi to her and the next thing I know, she’s disappeared.”
Slamming the two shots in succession and then finishing off his beer, he thinks, Is she trying to piss me off? I can’t believe I have to relive last night by answering Taylor’s stupid fucking questions. God I should have just let her leave when she said she was going to. Idiot! “Something came up. She had to bail.”
“Oh.” Finishing her beer, she stands and picks up the empties. “Where can I put these?”
“Follow me. I’m ready for a refill. How about you?”
“Okay.” They head inside to the kitchen. Taylor drops the shot glasses into the sink and puts the empty beer bottles into the recycling bin while Tony grabs two more cold beers. Handing one of them to Taylor, they both head back outside. Tony sits and sets his beer down on the table. Taylor reaches over him to set hers down, trips, and ends up in his lap.
Catching her he asks, “Are you alright?”
Placing her hands down on his legs and holding on, she answers, “I’m fine. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m so embarrassed. I guess I should have had some breakfast before I had a drink this early in the morning.” Struggling to right herself so she can get up, she puts one hand on Tony’s right shoulder and pushes herself up. Stepping on his foot as she tries to stand, she falls back into his lap as he pulls his foot away.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry…again. I don’t know what is wrong with me.” Listening intently, Taylor hears a car pull up out front. She moves and in doing so, rubs her ass against Tony’s cock. Shocked, he reaches up and grabs her waist to try to move her off his dick. She turns towards him and kisses him once on the lips. Before he can say anything, she opens her mouth and touches her tongue to his. Pressing her chest against him, she wiggles her bottom into his lap. Buzzed, he places one hand on her ass and returns the kiss, taking it deeper.
Mind racing, he tries to clear his head. Fuck! What am I doing? This is not Katrina and Katrina is the only person I want to be with. Removing his hands, he breaks the kiss, gently pushing her off him. Picking her up in his arms, Tony stands her upright.
“Look, I don’t know what just happened here, but I can’t do this, Taylor. I’m sorry, but I’m in love with Kat.”
Feigning total mortification while grinning inside, she utters, “I’m so sorry, Tony. I’m not much of a drinker. It was just the alcohol, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re very good looking and if you weren’t with Kat, I would definitely enjoy doing that some more. Oh god, I better just shut up and go. Please, forget this ever happened.” Before he can respond, she runs off.
Crisis Averted. Running his fingers through his hair, he grabs the beer bottles, emptying them in the sand. I really don’t need any more of this.
Out front, Gage and Katrina pull up. He turns off the engine and turns to Kat. Picking up her hand, he kisses it and mumbles, “He’s here, isn’t he?”
“Yes. He’s staying with me. Protecting me from the goons my father will eventually send after me. I asked him to.”
Doing his best to keep his cool, a huge effort for a hothead like Gage, he retorts, “Well, it’s time to un-invite him. I told you I would take care of it and I will, so he can leave.”
“What? No. I will not un-invite him. And how, Gage? How are you going to take care of it? That much you never told me. I know you are a club owner, can race anything on wheels, know your way around nylon zip ties, and you most certainly know how to do your research and compile information on people, but just tell me what you plan to do? We don’t even know who my father hired and is sending after me. Knowing him, whoever it is will be ex-military or secret service. That’s always his first choice for bodyguards. So tell me, how is a night club owner from Florida going to handle it?”
“Oh Katrina, have you so little faith in me?”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t doubt your abilities in a lot of things. I just know how my father operates and he doesn’t fight fair, Gage.”
Grinning, he responds, “Hmm, I seem to remember you telling me the same thing last night.”
Memories of the night before flood her brain and something inside her starts to stir. She quickly clamps her legs together at the sensations starting to pool there. “Touché, but that was different.”
Noticing her discomfort, Gage inwardly grins. “I’m not just some night club owner, as you put it. You don’t know me, Kat. You don’t know what I’m capable of, and I’m not going into that with you. Just trust me when I tell you that whatever trouble your father sends this way, I can easily handle. And if you feel safer with someone staying with you, I told you I can protect you. I’ll stay with you. Now send Morretti on his way and I do not want you to see him again. Ever. Understood?”
“Gage, please. We had a nice morning together. Don’t ruin it with ultimatums. I’m too tired and sore after last night to go through a battle of wills again today, okay? I told you how I feel and I need time to work things through, decide what I want. Tony and his family have been a part of my life since I was a child. I’m not going to let you destroy that, no matter how much we fight or fuck. Understood?”
Shaking his head, Gage fires back, “You are so infuriating, Katrina. I never agreed to that. You are mine.”
“Oh fuck! Don’t you dare start this shit again. Now you’re pissing me off.” Leaning over she kisses him on the cheek. “Now I’m going in the house.”
“Okay, well, I’m coming with you.”
“No, you are so fucking not. Now stop this. I am not a damn child and you have no right to try to run my life like this. Stop with the obsessive jealousy bullshit. I can’t take it!”
Taking her face into his hands, he kisses her passionately. She greedily responds drinking him in. Moving his left hand down the front of her shirt, he brushes against her nipple with a feather light touch. Her nipple immediately begins to tighten, hardening to a point, straining against the soft cotton fabric of her shirt. Lightly, he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger. Her breath catches and she moans into his mouth. Continuing down her body, he slips his hand beneath the denim waistband of her jeans and goes right for her clit, rubbing and stroking it roughly. Moving his mouth up to her ear, he whispers, “I like you without panties on under your clothes. Maybe I should shred every pair you own.” Flicking her tongue out, she runs it over his throat while moving against his hand. Sliding his fingers lower, he separates her lips and pushes one finger inside of her. “My god Katrina, you’re so wet.” She whimpers. Removing his hand from her pants, he kisses her and looking her in the eye, holds the finger he just had inside her to her lips. “Suck on this. I want you to see how sweet you taste.” Opening her mouth, she wraps her tongue around his finger licking it, then placing it all the way into her mouth, she uses her teeth to lightly bite down at the base of it. His eyes widen as she drags her teeth all the way to its tip. He moans, “Oh fuck Katrina, what are you trying to do to me?” Sucking it all the way back into her mouth she smiles wickedly and in a throaty voice coos, “Mmm, good.”
Totally losing his cool, he reaches down and moves his seat all the way back, creating plenty of space between his body and the dashboard. If she’s going back in there with him, I’ll get her good and needy first. She can walk back into that lions’ den, but he’s going to know that I’m the one who got her this way and I’m the one she wants. Grabbing her by the ass, he lifts her over the bucket seat, pulling her into his lap. She places her knees down on either side of his hips, positioning herself over him just as he grabs her hips and presses her down over his stiffening cock, moving her back and forth against it. Their mouths meet, devouring each other, biting and nipping and licking. The friction from the denim that separates them is exquisite. She can feel every inch of the long, hard bulge beneath her and she wants it, badly. Wants to feel the flesh-to-flesh contact. Wants to feel him moving inside of her. Running kisses along his jaw line and up to his ear, Kat licks the swirl of his ear and bites the lobe. A growl emanates from deep within him and his eyes darken. Still rubbing against him she whispers, “I want you. I need to feel you inside me…right…now!”
Sitting up on him, she reaches down and begins unbuttoning his fly. Unfastening the third button, she reaches in and begins to remove his thick, hard member. He grabs her hand and through gritted teeth sighs, “No.”
Not willing to accept ‘no’ as an answer, she reaches down with her other hand, finishes with the buttons and releases him completely from the confines of his jeans. Placing her still clothed body against his, she rubs herself hard against him, leans over kisses him passionately, bites his bottom lip and demands, “Yes!”
Barely hanging on to his sanity, he torturously groans, “No, you don’t understand. We…can’t. I’m out of condoms. I don’t have any protection.”
Reaching down, she unbuttons her pants. While working on her zipper, Kat looks at him through passion-filled eyes responding, “I don’t care.”
Eyes widening, Gage grips his leather seat so hard he fears he’ll puncture holes in it. “Yes you do, Katrina.”
Kat turns to the side facing him and slides down on her knees into the passenger side floorboard. Reaching over the console she grabs at his pants while whispering, “Remove them.”
Gage undoes his pants and wiggles out of them leaving them lying on the driver side floorboards in front of him.
“Climb over the console and sit in the seat in front of me” Kat commands.
Deciding to play along, Gage lifts an eyebrow at her and grins. He then slides into the passenger seat and licks his now dry lips as he looks upon her kneeling before him.
Kat stares up into his beautiful emerald green eyes, while carefully taking him into her hands, and flicks out her warm, wet tongue and swirls it around the head of his cock. “No…” she says defiantly, than licks at it like a popsicle. “I…” She shoves it down her throat so far she gags on it...“Don’t!”
He flings his head back and his eyes roll back in his head. His nerves are stretched as tight as a rubber band and he is hanging on to control by the thinnest of threads.
Climbing back on top of him she croons, “You see Gage, I’m in control this time and I’ve decided it’s time to get what I want. Getting in position, she clamps her knees and inner thighs tight to his hips and raises herself above him.
Painstakingly he retorts, “Not out h…” Lowering herself over him, she demands, “S-h-u-t u-p!” “…ere” his words die in an inaudible whisper on his lips. Snap! In his mind he can hear that last thread of control give way and he loses himself in her as he meets the opening of her body with a hard thrust at the same time she is sliding down onto him.
“You wanted control, you’ve got it. Now ride me.” And she does, rising and falling over him, pressing him deep inside her until, just like all the instruments of a symphony, they cum together in unison.
When her breathing returns to normal, Gage moves back to the driver seat, allowing Kat to grab her pants off the floorboard. She wiggles back into her jeans and notices Gage is watching her. With a stunned look on his face, he zips himself up and runs his fingers through his long dark hair. “What have we done?” He whispers.
Taking his hand Kat replies, “I don’t want to think and I don’t want to analyze it. I just wanted you, so let’s just leave it at that for now, okay.”
“No Katrina, not okay. We just took a huge risk here. Look, I don’t want any children. Not now, not ever.”
“I don’t want any just yet, either. I’m sure it’s fine.” Pressing her mouth to his, she kisses him and he responds. Pulling away, she says, “I have to go. I need to deal with what’s awaiting me inside the house, which I’m sure won’t be pleasant. I will call you later.”
Quickly she opens the car door and steps out before he can object. Walking up to the front door, Kat slips her key into the lock and lets herself in. As she closes the door, she hears Gage’s next temper tantrum as he takes off, burning rubber and racing his engine. Just had to make sure Tony knew you were out there, didn’t you?
The light saber sound alerts Tony to a text message. The subject line reads: This is what she’s doing outside while you’re sitting around inside awaiting her return. “Another message from my friend,” he mumbles. Knowing this isn’t going to be good, he touches the screen and opens the message. Picture after picture of Kat and Gage getting it on in his Cobra open up. The pictures appear to be taken from across the street because all he can see is what is going on in the driver’s side of the car against the backdrop of Kat’s beach house.
A few moments later, Kat enters the house. Stepping out onto the back deck, she approaches Tony, who is sitting at the table silently watching her.