CHAPTER 25
The next morning when Cate woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the huge windows.
She turned around and Kian was sat up in bed next to her, reading something on his iPad. “Hey,” he smiled softly.
“How long have you been awake?” Cate asked, stretching her arms up above her head.
“A while,” Kian said. He switched off his iPad and put it on the bedside table. “I thought I’d let you sleep in.”
He slid down under the covers and turned on his side to face her. Cate winced when she saw his cheekbone which was all kinds of purple. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, tracing the outline with the tip of her finger.
“It looks worse than it actually is,” he smiled. “You still mad at me?”
“A little,” Cate said.
She looked over at the bedside table, on which there was a glass of red-coloured liquid and two white pills.
“Cranberry juice and paracetamol,” Kian explained.
Cate sat up, quickly pulling the duvet up with her. “Why?”
“I don’t want you to be… um, sore?” Kian wouldn’t look her in the eye. “I was a bit rough with you last night.”
Cate blushed. “I kind of… I… I liked it.”
Kian raised his eyebrows, “you don’t have to say that.”
“I’m not,” Cate put her hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to look at her. “I know I’m young and um, inexperienced but if I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. You’ve got to trust that.”
Kian looked shy all of a sudden, reminding Cate of what he’d looked like when he was a boy. “Did you like it?”
Cate couldn’t keep from blushing, “I did. I’ve liked everything we’ve done together.”
“I love watching you blush,” Kian grinned proudly. He peeled back the duvet so he could watch the flush spread across her luscious breasts. “Especially here.”
“We can’t solve all of our problems with sex, you know?” Cate said, thinking back to the previous day.
“We don’t have any problems,” Kian frowned. “When it’s just you and me, it’s good.”
“Just good?” Cate teased.
Kian moved on top of her so she could feel the stiffness of his morning erection against her hip. “Oh.”
“It’s fucking fantastic,” he said, suckling on her nipple. Cate felt a rush of warmth between her legs. “That better?”
“Um, yes,” Cate wriggled against his erection.
Suddenly, Kian pulled away. “What’s wrong?” Cate asked, looking worried.
“As much as I’d like to bury myself inside your sweet pussy and I would,” he looked darkly at Cate, making her shudder. “You need to take drink your juice, take your paracetamol and then get dressed. We’ve got plans.”
“No,” Cate buried her face in the pillow. “I don’t want to go anywhere. Like you said, when it’s just you and me, it’s good. Let’s stay in bed. I’m not sore, I promise.”
Kian pulled the covers down so they were bunched up at the end of the bed. “Open your legs,” he said, kneeling up.
Cate looked at his erection, which was still thick and pressing against his stomach. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, hoping to tempt him to stay in bed. “Stop it,” Kian warned.
He parted Cate’s lips and looked down at her pussy. “You’re still a little sore,” he murmured, softly stroking her tender skin. “Drink your juice and take your pills.”
Cate pouted, “you’re bossy.”
Kian smiled, pressing his lips to her forehead. “It’s called being a good husband. Do as you’re told.”
Cate sat up, pulling the covers back up to protect her modesty. “What plans have we got?” She asked, between sips of cranberry juice.
“Mum called,” Kian replied, “she wants us to come for lunch. She feels terrible about yesterday.”
Cate winced, “will Sinead be there?”
“No, she’s got plans with Jake.”
“Okay,” Cate could tell how much it meant to Kian. “I need to stop at Mum’s on the way though, to pack up some of my stuff.”
“Do you want to shower first?” Kian said. “I might be a while.” He gestured to his erection, which was still standing proudly.
As she stood up, she felt a little jet-lagged. “Ugh, I wish I could click my heels together and we’d be back in Vegas.”
After they’d both showered separately and got dressed, Kian insisted that Cate have breakfast. While he was making it, she called Liv on her mobile.
“Is Mum there?” Cate asked quietly.
“Nah,” Liv said. “She’s got back-to-back meetings today. Are you trying to avoid her?”
“Kind of,” Cate smiled. “I need to pack up some of my things.”
“Come over, I’ll give you a hand.”
“Hey,” Liv said brightly when she opened the front door. “Where’s Kian?”
“He’s gone to his Mum’s,” Cate explained. “Just in case.”
“Her barks worse than her bite, you know?” Liv said, as they went upstairs. “Take it from somebody who’s disappointed her a lot over the years.”
“First things first,” Cate said, pulling open her wardrobe door. “I need something to wear today.”
She was wearing the same clothes she’d worn on the flight home yesterday, which Kian had dried for her overnight.
She wanted to look nice; this was the first time she was going to see Jean as Kian’s wife.
“Ugh,” Cate sighed, when she got to the end of the rack. She slumped down on the beanbag. “I’ve got nothing to wear.”
Liv laughed, “come on, there must be something.” She rifled through the rack and pulled out the Cherry Dress.
“What about this?”
“Do you think it’s appropriate to meet the mother-in-law?”
Liv giggled. “Sorry,” she said, holding her hands up. “Sorry. I just can’t get over the fact that my baby sister’s got a mother-in-law.”
“Stop,” Cate scowled. “It’s awkward enough as it is. Do you think it’s OK?”
“I think it’s perfect.”
“I just need some tights to go with it.” Cate pulled a pair of black tights out of her dresser but they snagged on a rough edge of the drawer. “No,” Cate winced, looking at the tear. “Maybe I should just hide out here; I’m not ready for all this.”
“It’s OK,” Liv said, patting her shoulder. “Take some deep breaths. Have you got another pair?”
Cate rummaged around in the drawers. “I think you took my only other pair on Valentine’s Day.”
“I’ll nip downstairs, see what I can find?”
When she came back upstairs, Cate looked hopeful. “Did you find any?”
“I found something,” Liv said. “They’re not tights exactly but they might be better, you don’t want anything digging into that pregnant belly of yours.”
Cate swatted her playfully. “Are you trying to say I look fat?”
Liv looked her up and down. “Nah, you’re still like a freaking twiglet.”
“Stockings?” Cate said when Liv handed them to her. “I can’t wear these, they’re too... grown-up”
“I hate to be the one to tell you this sis but you’re married and knocked up, that’s a whole lot of grown-up.”
Cate still looked doubtful.
“Think of it this way,” Liv said. “You won’t have to worry about the waistband being too tight or too loose. It’s too hot for tights anyway and it can be a lil’ treat for your hubbie when you get home.”
“Ugh,” Liv groaned, clutching her stomach. “That last part made me throw up a little in my mouth. I don’t want to think about the two of you having sex.”
“Fine,” Cate said to make Liv shut up. She took the dress and stockings and went into the bathroom to get changed.
When she came out, Liv was sat on her bed, folding up some clothes. “What do you think?” Cate asked anxiously.
“You look cute,” Liv smiled, “and totally appropriate for meeting the mother-in-law.”
“Thanks,” Cate breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks for being so cool about all this.”
“Don’t thank me,” Liv grinned. “I’m just glad I’m not the disappointment of the family for a little bit.”
Cate finished packing most of her clothes into her suitcase.
“You look happy, you know?”
“I do?” Cate blushed.
“Yeah, it’s good to see,” Liv said.
Cate went to pick up the handle of the suitcase but Liv stepped in front of her. “Oh no, you don’t.”
“What?”
“Kian would lynch me if I let you drag that thing downstairs, I’ll take it.”
“It’s quite heavy.”
“Even more reason why I’m taking it,” Liv said. “Remember this when you’re choosing god-parents.”
Liv walked with Cate the couple of streets to Jean’s house and put her suitcase in the boot of Kian’s car.
“Are you sure you can’t come in with me?” Cate winced as Liv gave her a hug.
“You’ve got nothing to be scared of,” Liv said. “Jean’s a sweetheart; she already loves you to bits and Kian’s there. Speaking of which…”
Cate turned to the front door and Kian was waiting for her.
She said goodbye to Liv and walked up the driveway, her stomach twisting itself up in knots. Kian reached for her hand, “you’re trembling, are you OK?”
“Sinead isn’t here, is she?” Cate asked warily.
“No, she’s with Jake. They’ll be gone all day,” Kian said softly. “Are you ready?”
Cate nodded, all the time thinking no, not really.
“Hi Cate,” Jean said warmly, opening her arms wide to give her a hug. Cate relaxed a little. “Why don’t you go through to the lounge and I’ll finish up in the kitchen?”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Cate asked.
“No, no. Kian, why don’t you get the both of you something to drink?”
Even though Jean was being really nice, Cate still felt a little uneasy. As if at any moment, Sinead was going to jump out from somewhere and finish what she’d started yesterday.
Cate took a seat on the sofa and smoothed her skirt over her knees. Kian sat down next to her on the sofa.
“Hey,” he said softly, putting his hand on her knee, which she hadn’t realised, had been bobbing up and down.
“Sorry,” Cate blushed. “Just being in here freaks me out after yesterday.”
He stroked his hand over her thigh and then stopped, his thumb moving and back forth over the hem of her stockings. “What are you wearing?”
“Stockings,” Cate whispered. “I didn’t have any tights.”
Kian slid his hand down her skirt to the hem, his fingers brushing the top of her knee. “Your Mum’s next door.”
“How much longer ‘til dinner, Mum?” Kian called.
“About five more minutes,” Jean called back.
“Plenty of time,” Kian smiled wickedly.
He slid a hand up her skirt until he reached the hem of her stockings. He rubbed his thumb over the band and then gently touched the bare skin above. “Kian,” Cate frowned. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin was doing strange things to her lady parts.
He continued to rub circles on her skin, his hand tantalising close to her panties. He moved up a little and his knuckles accidentally brushed against the fabric of her panties.
“You’re wet,” Kian smiled.
“Two can play that game,” Cate said, her eyes flashing dangerously.
She cupped his cock through his trousers. His eyes darkened furiously.
“Are you two okay in there?” Jean called and Cate calmly folded her hands in her lap. Kian shifted, trying to adjust his trousers so his erection wasn’t so obvious. “We’re fine,” he called back.
After they’d eaten, Jean wanted to see the photos from the wedding. Cate felt a rush of regret that their families hadn’t been there. “Oh, that’s so beautiful,” Jean said. Her eyes were a little teary as Kian showed her the photos Lauren had taken inside the simple, candlelit chapel.
Lauren had taken some beautiful photos, a lot of them Cate hadn’t seen before. “Can you get me a copy of that one; I want it for the mantelpiece?” Jean asked, stopping on a photo of the two of them at the altar. They were lit softly by the candlelight, hands clasped together as they said their vows.
Suddenly, the front door opened and slammed shut. “Mum?” Sinead called and Cate’s blood ran cold.
Kian wrapped his arm around her and quickly pulled her to his side.
Sinead stomped into the front room and her eyes swept quickly over the scene. The remains of dinner still sat on the dining table and the three of them were huddled on the sofa looking at Kian’s phone.
Her eyes were red and her mascara was flowing down her cheeks in black rivulets. “Playing happy families, I see?” Sinead sneered. “Fine, I know when I’m not wanted.”
She slammed the lounge door so hard that it rattled on its hinges. “I’m sorry,” Jean mouthed, patting Cate’s hand. “I’d better go and see if she’s OK?”
Kian got up too, “it’s OK Mum, don’t worry about it. We’ve got to get going anyway.”
“If you’re sure, I don’t want to push you out,” Jean said.
As they got to the front door, Cate was just about to step out on to the driveway when Jean said, “wait a sec, you’ve forgotten your jacket.”
A second later and a huge deluge of water came down on the exact spot Cate had been stood in a moment ago.
Kian’s eyes burned with fury, “Sinead”.
“Just go,” Jean said softly, patting his arm. “I’ll talk to her.”
“That was meant for us, you know,” he said to his Mum. But Cate knew he was just being kind, it was actually meant for her. “Cate’s pregnant.”
“I know, I’ll talk to her,” Jean said.
On the way home, Cate waited for Kian to talk first. She knew he was still stewing about what his sister had done.
When they got in the house, she went into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“Are you OK?” Cate asked as he followed her into the kitchen.
“Mm,” he grunted. “My sister’s a fucking bitch.”
Cate hopped up on to the counter and took a sip of water. “No, she’s not.”
Kian came and stood in front of her, the palms of his hands pressed into the counter on either side. “She could have really hurt you… both of you.”
“But she didn’t.”
“I don’t get it,” Kian frowned. “Yesterday, you wanted me to be angry with her?”
“Yesterday, I wanted you to defend me and our baby,” Cate clarified. “I don’t want you to be angry with Sinead over me. I never, ever want to come between you and your family.”
Kian’s face softened a little. “You’re my family now too.”
Cate put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards her a little. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him softly, careful to avoid his bruised cheekbone.
“Although,” she smiled against his lips. “Seeing you so riled up was kind of hot.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you in those goddamn stockings all through dinner.”
“I think you might like them,” Cate smiled.
Kian put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart, “you know, we haven’t christened this room of the house yet?”
“You were serious about that?” Cate laughed.
“Absolutely,” Kian smiled wickedly. “I’m going to make a chart and everything, put it up on the fridge.”
“How are you going to explain that to your Mum?” Cate giggled. “Oh yeah – that’s a chart I made of all the rooms in the house. The stars are the ones where Cate and I have had sex?”
“So far,” Kian brushed his lips against hers. He slid her forward so her butt was on the edge of the counter. “We’ve only done the master bedroom and bathroom.”
“There’s a lot of rooms,” Cate grinned. “We’ve been slacking.”
“We’d better get to it then.” Kian inched her skirt up around her waist, exposing the bare skin above her stockings.
“Fuck,” he grunted. He laid Cate back on the counter, parting her legs wide. As he unfastened the clips holding up her stockings, he nibbled at the tender skin inside her thighs. Cate squirmed uncomfortably, tugging at his hair, “Kian, please.”
He looked up at her, a sly grin on his face. “What’s the matter, angel?” He slowly peeled the stocking down her leg.
“Kian,” Cate pleaded with him.
“Yeah?” he teased, stripping off the other stocking and chucking them on the floor. He put his hands on her hips, sliding her towards him and wrapped her thighs around his neck. Her panties were dark with moisture, Kian stroked the stain. “Angel, you’re so fucking wet.”
Using his mouth, he pushed the damp fabric between her lips. “Ah,” Cate moaned.
Kian dragged his bottom teeth over her clit. Cate squeezed her thighs tightly around his neck. “Is that good, angel?” The rumble of his voice tortured her skin. He did it again, dragging her to the brink and then pulled back.
“Why did you stop?” Cate asked, confused.
Kian stood up, putting his hands on the counter at either side of her. “When you come…” He whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. “I want to be inside you. I want to feel your pussy wrapped tightly around my cock.”
Cate shivered, feeling his words in every pore. “Now.”
Kian grinned, he tugged her panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor and then quickly reached for the zip of his jeans. “Can I do it?” Cate asked, tentatively. “Please.”
As she touched the front of his jeans, his cock jerked against her hand. “Do it fast,” Kian said through gritted teeth.
Cate tugged his jeans down and slid a hand inside his boxer shorts, freeing his cock. “You still sore?” Kian asked.
Cate shook her head, “No.” She wouldn’t have admitted it even if she was.
Kian covered her hand with his. “Take me inside you.” Cate guided him between her legs, watching as his thick cock pushed through her slick folds. When he got to her pulsing wet hole, he pressed a hand against her bare bottom.
“Ah,” Cate whimpered, as he inched inside her slowly. The sounds of their slick flesh echoed through the kitchen.
When he was fully inside of her, he stilled. “Does it hurt, angel?” He asked softly, his eyes full of concern.
“No,” Cate held the back of his head and kissed him, brushing her lips over his. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate his thick cock.
“Ah,” she gasped as he began to move against her. He grinned against her lips, “that good, angel?”
“Yes,” Cate cried. “Yes.”
With every thrust, he circled his hips, grinding his pubic bone against her tender clit. Cate wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Fuck,” Kian groaned, burying his face in the curve of her neck, “you feel so good.”
He stroked his hands up her thighs, which were covered in goose-bumps. She trembled against him, he could feel she was close, her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. Kian slid his hands under her arse and lifted her against him. He bent his knees, thrusting upwards into her sweet pussy. Her breasts bounced against his chest, her nipples hard and erect.
Kian felt warmth spread from the base of his spine. He slid a hand between his wife’s legs. She was so warm and wet. “Come for me, angel,” he said, stroking her tender nub.
“Kian,” Cate’s cries ricocheted around the kitchen, as she convulsed against him. Keeping one hand on her arse, he braced himself against the counter as his balls tightened and he jerked hard, emptying himself inside Cate.
Afterwards, Cate quickly covered her nose as she sneezed.
“What was that?” Kian laughed, lifting his head up from her neck.
“It was just a sneeze. Hang on…” Her hands flew to her face and she sneezed again.
“That’s so weird,” Kian said, pulling out of her. Cate winced at the emptiness she felt.
“What?”
“I’ve never been inside a woman before when they’ve sneezed.”
Cate blushed. “I like being a first for you. You’re my first so many things.”