CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Seth
There was nothing like walking into a house alone after you watched the one person you loved more than anyone in the entire world leave you again. But this time she was with another man. It felt as though a nail was hammered into my coffin and I was getting buried alive. That was probably how Cat felt when she saw me with Annie, and now karma was coming back to bite me. One of my best friends was married, happy and in love. The other …
Well, I guess she wasn’t my best friend anymore, but she was probably happy and in love too. And like an idiot, I’d told Cat I was in love with her. Still in love with her, in fact. What the hell did I think would happen? That she would tell her boyfriend that she’d brought with her from Miami to fuck off and run off with me? God, I was stupid. It was just that seeing her again—seeing her grown into the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen—made me vulnerable.
Being a cop, I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t helpless or exposed. But seeing Cat again made me all those things. She made it so I couldn’t think before I spoke. Then she’d left, and it felt like I wouldn’t see her for another eleven years—or ever. After this case was over, I was going to Miami and fighting for her this time. It was time I fought for her.
So what do you do when you want to numb the pain? You find a bottle of booze and drown your sorrows.
Two drinks in, the TV on, but I wasn’t watching it, the doorbell rang. “What the fuck?” I muttered. I didn’t want to deal with whoever could be at the door. I wanted to continue to hold my friend Jose Cuervo and stop feeling for the night. But this was Joss’s house and she’d just gotten married, so maybe it was a wedding gift someone was dropping off. I got to my feet and made it to the door. When I swung it open, standing there was the last person I’d thought I’d see, but the one I wanted to see.
“Are you alone?” Cat asked.
I nodded, speechless, and then as though I was dreaming, my world got better.
Her hand reached out, and she pushed me back. I went with it as I watched her move through the threshold and slam the door behind her. I was still tongue tied, not wanting to fuck anything up. I didn’t know what, but having Cat show up alone and touching me could only mean good things. At least I hoped. I was going to ride whatever ride this was because this was the best damn thing to come out of me being an idiot.
We were still moving backward as the door clicked. All at once, my back hit the wall, Cat’s mouth met my lips, and the pictures behind my head fell to the floor. Her fingers slid through my short, dark brown hair, her tongue parted my lips, and then I took over, spinning her around so her back was against the wall. My fingers wrapped around her nape and I pressed our mouths harder against each other, needing to devour her—needing to consume everything there was about Catherine Stone because she was finally in my arms again. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment except for her. And when her leg wrapped around my hip, pulling my hard dick against her, I groaned. It wasn’t a slight groan, but more of a growl because I was hungry. I was so fucking starved for this woman that, if I wasn’t careful, I might hurt her because I knew once I started, I wasn’t going to be able to stop.
Cat’s other leg wrapped around my waist and I braced us, pinning her against the wall. Her warm lips and slight moans felt remarkable. My hands wrapped in Cat’s and I brought them above her head, moving closer so I could grind my erection against her. More pictures fell to the hardwood floor, and that must have been why they were on the ground when I’d first arrived in Vegas. Though that was Joss and Paul’s doing. If the walls could talk …
“Kitty—” I started to whisper against her lips.
“We can talk after. I just want you,” she moaned.
She didn’t need to tell me twice. Moving with her in my arms, I took the stairs two at a time, our mouths still connected as we both spoke. “God, I’ve missed you,” I confessed.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.”
She pulled her head back and looked me straight in the eye as I stopped just outside my bedroom door. “If I would have let you explain, we wouldn’t have—”
“Baby, we can talk about this later. Right now, I’m going to throw you on that bed in there and make up for lost time.”
“I’ve missed you too.” She giggled.
I stepped through the threshold and threw her like I’d said I would. She squealed as she landed on the queen size bed. There was nothing special about the room. It had a bed, a dresser, a TV—everything I’d need for the few days I was staying in it until the undercover job started. Now it had something else in it—my Kitty Cat.
I moved on top of her, our mouths returning to taste the other, and I slipped my hand into one of the slits of her long dress.
Slits that exposed her tanned, toned legs as she walked.
Slits that had made my dick rock fucking hard at the wedding.
Slits that gave me direct access to where I wanted to bury my head.
She was soaked to the point that I could smell her arousal as I broke the kiss and slid her underwear down her legs. Smelling how much I turned her on only fueled my fire. I wanted to make her come fast, and then I wanted to take my time. Two of my fingers slipped in her heat, causing her back to arch off of the mattress. I worked her pussy hard, my fingers pumping in and out. My mouth watered, begging to get a taste of her. And the moment I took my first taste, I had everything I wanted in the entire world.
Cat was mine.
I looked up, meeting her brown gaze, and she moaned, reaching for her tits. She rubbed them over the fabric of her silky dress, and as I licked, she squeezed her boobs. When I bit lightly, she pinched her nipples. And when I sucked her into my mouth, she moaned louder. My balls started to ache, needing a release of their own as my tongue worked her clit in circles. My fingers pumped in and out of her, curling up and making her wither. I didn’t stop until she came. And when she did, she grabbed a fist full of my hair as her body shook and her pussy clenched my fingers.
“Take off the dress, baby.”
Cat’s eyes opened, and when she saw that I was unbuttoning my shirt, she sat up and pulled her floral dress over her head. I stared at her perky tits as they bounced in place slightly from not wearing a bra, and that only caused my dick to strain more.
“God, you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world.” I didn’t care if that was cliché or some might think it was a line. It was fucking true. Catherine Marie Stone was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
She smiled and rose to her knees, moving to me and reaching for the button of my black slacks. “Now it’s my turn.”
Yes, it fucking was.
I tore off my shirt and helped her with my pants. Once I was as naked as she was, Cat wrapped her arms around me and brought our bodies flush with each other. “I can taste myself on you,” she whispered against my lips.
“Best fucking taste ever,” I stated. Again, it was the truth.
“I want to taste you.”
I pulled back, looking into her dark eyes. “You can taste me anytime, anywhere.”
Cat smiled and spun me around so I was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was standing before me. I’d never get over how fucking beautiful she was. Her curves were more defined and that ass—Lord help me. She bent at the knee and wrapped her hand around my dick. I watched as her brown head lowered, and then I felt her tongue run from the base of my cock to the tip. Cat sucked the tip then lowered her mouth, engulfing my shaft then back up. She slid her tongue down the underside, mixing licks and kisses as she went closer and closer to my balls. Then she repeated it over again, licking up my shaft and engulfing my rod, her warm, wet mouth bringing me closer and closer to release. I’d almost came just from watching her come, and I knew her assaults on my dick weren’t going to make me last.
Cat bobbed her head again, her hand moving in sync with her mouth. I groaned, running my gaze over her slender back to the tip of her ass. There was so much I wanted to do to this woman. I wanted it all with Catherine Stone. I’d craved it all with her since the first time we made love, and now her mouth was on my cock, her moans vibrating my hard shaft, and I was about to come in her pretty little mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned.
She looked up at me from hooded lids and increased her pace. “I want to taste you,” she said around my tip, and dammit if she wasn’t about to because now that I knew she was greedy, I was going to explode down her throat.
And I did.
My hands clenched the comforter, and I groaned, shooting my seed and watching her throat work as she swallowed all of it. I pulled her up, fusing my mouth with hers and tasting myself on her. A first for me. I never had the desire to kiss a girl after she sucked my dick, but being as this was Cat, I didn’t give a fuck.
I was still hard as our tongues swirled around each other. I craved more—wanted more—needed more.
And so did she.
Before I’d realized it, Cat was pushing me back on the bed and straddling my hips. Her brown eyes looked down at me. “Do you have a condom?”
My heart stopped. Time stood still as I cursed my luck. “No,” I replied, closing my eyes out of frustration.
“I’m on the pill.” Of course she was. What single woman wasn’t?
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Good,” I breathed. “Now I’m gonna fuck you.”
Cat smirked. “Or I’m gonna fuck you.”
I chuckled. “Is that so?”
She bobbed her head and reached around, grabbing my dick. “Yes.”
She raised up slightly and guided my cock into her warm heat. Cat slid up and down, using her legs as I grabbed her tits, knowing from earlier that she loved them to be squeezed and pinched. She swirled her hips as she went up and then back down, and each time I pinched her nipple, she let out a moan. Cat leaned forward, and I took her boob in my mouth, popping her nipple with my lips. Her pace increased, and dammit if I wasn’t going to blow my load again. This woman knew how to work every nerve I had, and I fucking loved it.
I grabbed her hips, halting her, and then I turned us so she was on her back, my hips driving into her as the headboard banged against the wall. I thought I’d want to go slow the second time around, but there was no holding me back. Too many years had passed for me to take things slow. There would be many more days in our future for me to go gentle because I wasn’t going to let her go again.
She moved her legs, attempting to wrap them around my waist, but I stopped her, moving forward so her hips tilted up and her knees were almost hitting her face. I couldn’t get close enough to her. I wanted to swallow her up with my body. I picked up the pace, thrusting into her so hard that the tip of my dick was hitting the spot that made her moan.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, the bed squeaking with each drive of my cock.
Her boobs jiggled below me, her moans meeting my ears. Her breathing quickened, and I knew she was on the verge of tipping over. Just as she pinched her nipple, she came around my dick, her mouth opening as she screamed her release. I followed, spilling my seed deep inside her.
After we caught our breaths, we jumped in the shower and did it all over again.
I’d woken up next to countless women in my thirty-three years. Women love a man in uniform and all that shit. It also helped that Lola’s was my favorite haunt and the chicks that frequented that bar were a sure thing. But I didn’t want any of them for more than one night. Sometimes two.
But Cat I wanted forever.
She was always supposed to be my forever, and I’d fucked us up. Secrets and lies kill relationships. Always.
Now though, Cat was lying in my arms, and I wasn’t going to let her go. After Joss and I took down Tony, I was going to figure out how to make us permanent. We both had our lives back home, but there was no way I was going to spend a second without her by my side. We also had to figure out how to tell Joss. I didn’t think she’d be mad that we were together, but I knew she’d be angry that we’d kept it from her for so long. If I had told Joss back in the day, she probably would have helped me win Cat back.
They say everything happens for a reason. I just didn’t know why it had to hurt so much.
Cat stirred in my arms, and when her chocolate eyes opened, I smiled. “Mornin’, beautiful.”
She grinned in return. “Never thought I’d hear you say those two words.”
I kissed her lips. “Well, get used to it, Kitty Cat. You’re gonna hear it for the rest of your life.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I kissed her again. “Well, once this job is over.”
Cat frowned. “How is that going to work?”
I shrugged. “Not sure yet. We’ll figure it out.”
“Okay.”
I’d half expected her to tell me that it wouldn’t work out. That she’d run again. “Okay?”
“I’m just going to see what happens. Things work out in the end, right?”
“Right.” I kissed her soft lips again, needing to feel them every waking moment now that I could. “After my case ends and you go home …” A thought occurred to me. “And you end things with Nathan—”
Cat chuckled and rolled to her back.
“What’s funny?”
She ran her hands down her face, still smiling. “He likes men. Like I do.”
My eyes widened, and a sharp pain went through my brain. “What?”
“He’s my best friend. I brought him with me because I was scared you’d be with someone. I couldn’t walk into that.”
“Like I did.”
Cat turned to face me. “It’s different, 5-0. You broke my heart.”
“And you broke mine,” I countered. Because she had.
“I know,” she whispered. “And I don’t think we should re-live it.”
“You’re right,” I agreed.
“And for what it’s worth, I love you too.”
I blinked because I wasn’t expecting Cat to tell me that. Sure, I’d told her the night before that I loved her, but I thought she hadn’t heard me. “You love me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I love you. I’ve always loved—”
I kissed her. I had waited forever to hear those words. “Let’s go make new memories,” I finally said when we needed to catch our breath.
“What do you have in mind?”
I smirked. “Let’s get married.”
“What?” she shrieked.
My grin widened. “I’m kidding.” For now. “But seriously, change your flight home to tomorrow. Let’s go be tourists.”
She stared at me for a beat and then smiled. “Okay.”
“Music to my ears, Kitty Cat. Music to my ears.”
Cat moved closer and kissed my ear. “Starting with your ears is only the beginning.”