I collapse onto the mattress, making sure not to land on her before dragging her on top of me. “Rest; we need some sleep before I fuck you again.”
“Okay, please don’t leave me.”
“Never, baby.” Her phone receives a notification next to us, but I’m not letting her answer that shit right now. I pull her into my arms and roll her over. We’re going to be leaving this place before her brother returns. There will be no interruptions as I make her mine repeatedly.
We wake up again, but this time, I have a message from her brother, and I smile. With a quick response: Of course, I’ll look after Cat.
I get ready to take my woman home and take loving care of her.
Chapter Ten
Catherine
He wraps me up in nothing but his dress shirt and my flat sheet and then proceeds to carry me through the backyards while the sun is still down.
I know that my bedroom door is locked, so my brother won’t bother to come in if he does show up today. I have no idea what time it is, but my brother hasn’t returned, so I wonder if he stayed at Charlie’s house or went home. Her parents are visiting family out of state, so it’s not like they would know if my brother was staying there.
“Relax. He’s not coming back until tomorrow. He shot me a text, asking if I could check in on you. He said Charlie’s better, but he doesn’t want to leave her alone. Yet he trusts you with your boyfriend. Speaking of…we need to talk about this boyfriend.”
“What boyfriend?” I arch my brow at him like he’s crazy even though I see where this is going.
“Your brother said you have a boyfriend.” Of course, he let that slip.
“Charlie told them I did. She was talking about you.”
“Oh. Are you fucking shitting me? I’ve spent all fucking day looking for any asshole on your social media page ready to kill a motherfucker.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Then why have you been avoiding me?”
“Because you’re nearly half my age, and I shouldn’t be wanting to keep you knocked the fuck up.”
“What changed?”
“I got my head out of my ass and realized there’s no way I can leave knowing you’re not mine. I let it go on long enough. My will has been hanging on by a thread and then you had to go to the window in my dress shirt and I fucking lost it. I talked myself out of coming over here, but every fucking day was a struggle.”
“Well, it’s your fault. You shouldn’t have beat off in the window, then I wouldn’t have gotten all turned on and then I wouldn’t have stolen your shirt.”
“Baby, you’re the one who put your tits on display for the world to see. What the fuck do you think I was going to do? I wanted to take you back into the house, bend you over my knee, spank that ass and fuck you rough for showing off what belonged to me.”
“We didn’t even know each other then,” I smile, feeling like I read him completely wrong.
“The second we met, you were mine, Cat. Get some sleep because I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours next, and then I’m going take care of that sore kitty and make sure she purrs for me again.”
“I’d like that.”
It’s early morning when I wake up in bed alone. I look around the room and remember that he carried me back here. I duck my head and giggle into his pillow.
“Damn, that is a sexy sight,” a deep growl comes from the bathroom door. I blush and sit up on the bed, feeling nervous and then I take him in. The man makes me look like the boorish one. He has no idea what his towel-covered waist body is doing to me.
“Look who’s talking.”
“It’s like you made me breakfast in bed,” I say, staring at the now tented towel.
“Well, hurry. I’d hate for it to get cold.” I tear the sheets off me and crawl on all fours on the bed until my face is inches from his thick pride. I reach out for the towel and tug, freeing his massive cock that bobs in my face, nearly smacking me. A part of me feels like I missed out on a little spanking, but I’m sure he’ll reward me later.
My hand doesn’t even fully wrap around the girth. Still, I need to get more of him. Yesterday he left me with a cock tease. I wanted him to fuck my mouth like I’ve been dreaming, but I know we both wouldn’t have been able to handle it. Today, I will give it my best. My tongue runs along the tip in circles, tasting him and the fresh shower. My thighs are soaked and sticky with need.