Chapter 45

Kat

I am sitting on a chair next to Emily reading my book when Salvatore comes through the door. He’s wearing a black T‐shirt and a pair of jeans. It looks good on him. I’ve only ever seen him in a suit.

“How is she?” he asks.

“She’s only woken up a couple of times but she’s been fine. She asked for you once.” I give him a smile.

“She asked for me?” He looks surprised.

“Yes.” I stand and walk towards him. “She likes you. It’s obvious. You’d better do right by her, Salvatore. I don’t know what she’s been through recently but I know that her childhood was not an easy one. Bottom line, Salvatore,” I say as I put my hands on my hips, “we all come with baggage. If she’s the right fit for you, you find room to unpack that baggage or better yet leave it behind. I know you’ve only just met, but don’t let anything get in your way.” I pause then I say, “Including her brother.” I touch his arm and walk out of the cottage towards my home.

The walk to the main house is a short one. I go over the last few days day; it started out with Judge and I shopping in Pearl County. Then that was cut short and I had to come back to the Compound where I was told to wait in the garage office. I didn’t mind being in there but I did not like Dane ordering me around the way he did. I think he told Dave and Truth they could come and visit in an effort to please me.

I have a band staying at my home—Dark Ink—and they are recording their first album. Their singer, Dan, has a sublime voice. I know in my heart that they are going to be huge; they just need to be managed the right way, so I introduced them to Dave. As a manager in the music industry, he is the best. He takes care of his clients and I know he’ll take care of them. The only thing I didn’t count on was Truth being attracted to Amy, the drummer. I think Dan had a bit of a crush on her so it could cause some conflict. Then I get home and Dane’s long‐lost sister is here looking like she’s been through a whirlwind. One look at her and I could tell she was close to losing it and Dane wasn’t helping. Now she’s asleep in one of the cottages with a very good‐looking man that scares me a little.

I open the door to my home and find Dane standing on the other side. He frowns at me, takes two steps towards me and engulfs me in a hug.

“Dane!” I yell.

“I’m sorry, Darlin’, I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way but there were things happening that you didn’t know about.” His voice is soft and gentle.

“I’m tired, I’ve been reading all afternoon and now I need to sleep. Come on, you can wash my back.”

He doesn’t let me go but he leans back and says, “Wash your back as in we’re taking a shower?” 

“As in I’m taking a shower and you are going to wash my back.”

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Dane! What are you doing?”

“Just in case, I am carrying you up those stairs and into our room before you change your mind,”

I laugh as he holds me and I am reminded of my first night here when he carried me to my room. By the time we get upstairs, my core is tingling.

He puts me down on the tiles in our private bathroom. “What do you want me to do?” he asks with a smirk on his face. I have no doubt he knows what he’s doing to me.

“Take off your clothes,” I say without a smile.

He raises one eyebrow but does as he’s told. I slip off my shoes while he undresses.

“Now what?” he says.

“Remove my clothing.”

He smiles. “Arms up.” I raise my arms above my head. He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head, brushing my nipples as he does. I gasp. He throws the T‐shirt on the floor. “And now?”

“Take off my jeans then my bra and lastly my underwear,” I say slightly rushing my words.

He drops to his knees and begins to undo my jeans. He pulls them down and when he gets them to my knees he blows on my skin and pushes his face into my crotch. I can feel his tongue on me so I grip his head and grind into him. I feel his hands pulling my jeans further down. He pulls away from me and quickly takes the rest of my clothing off.

His cock is erect as he picks me up, puts me on the vanity and spreads my legs and I say, “No.”

“No?” he asks quizzically.

“On your knees.”

He drops down and looks up at me. “Anything for you, Darlin’.”

I put my legs on his shoulders and grab his head with my hands. “I need you to put your mouth on me. I need your tongue to work its magic and when I’m finished, we’ll talk about what you want.”

He licks my slit and I gasp, then his tongue begins to work my sweet spot. I can feel my orgasm building. He inserts a finger into me, pushing me over the edge and I grind into his face as my orgasm washes over me. I use him until the wave of ecstasy subsides then I push him away.

He stands, spreads my legs and has the tip of his cock at my entrance when I say, “No.” He pushes himself a little further in. “I said, no.” I repeat more firmly.

He pulls away and puts his forehead to mine. “Darlin’, you’re killing me. My cock wants to go home. Let me in, let me come home.”

“I need a shower. Let’s have a shower,” I say with a smile. He groans then licks and sucks on my neck and I can feel his erection on my stomach. “Dane, shower.”

He moves away from me and turns on the shower. I hop down off the vanity and grab the soap to lather up my hands and place them on his back. I work my way down his gorgeous angel tattoo to his butt and cup each cheek in my hands.

“Turn around.” He does as he’s told then puts his back to the wall.

I lather my hands up again and start at the shoulders, slowly making my way down to his cock. I grasp it in my hands and begin to pump it. He closes his eyes and I drop to my knees and lightly run my tongue over the tip.

“Fuck!” he says as he grips my head and pushes himself further into my mouth. I suck and lick as he moves me faster and faster, his rhythm increasing. Then I stop, stand and take a step back. “Please, Darlin’, I need you. I need you now.” He sounds desperate.

“I need a shower, and you need to wash me,” I say, moving under the spray of the shower.

He grabs the soap and lathers it up. His eyes are full of desire. His hands move everywhere. I turn and bend over, place my hands on the wall and spread my legs. His hands are on my ass and his fingers lightly brush my core. I gasp and grind into him.

“Please, Darlin’, let me fuck you.”

I can feel his tip pushing against my entrance. I push back, taking him into me and then I stand up and back away from him and the spray of the shower. I smile as I look at his face. His desire is exuding from him; he closes the gap between us, picks me up and carries me to the bed. He throws me on it and I try to crawl away from him but he grabs my ankles and pulls me back.

I’m on my hands and knees and he has his cock positioned at my entrance.

“Let me fuck you.” He sounds raw and at the end of his tether.

Again, I push against him, taking him into me but this time he grabs my hips and holds on. He slams into me over and over again. I use one of my hands on myself and I’m almost ready to orgasm again.

“Now, Darlin’, come for me now!”

My orgasm hits and he keeps pounding into me, harder and faster than ever before. He buries himself into me up to the hilt and says, “Jesus Christ, Kat!”

We stay connected, both breathing heavily. His fingers begin to trace lines on my back. I slowly pull away from him and he groans. I fall on the bed and he covers me with his body, kissing me everywhere.

“I love you, Kat. You’re the only woman I’ve ever said that to. I never even said it to my own mother.”

“I love you too, babe. But if you don’t get off me I think I might suffocate.”

He chuckles and repositions himself to my side. “I really am sorry about today. Do you forgive me?”

“I will forgive you if you change these wet sheets, go jogging with me tomorrow and make me breakfast.”

He chuckles and says, “I think I can do that.”