Tell Me True (Call Me Cat Trilogy #3)(18)

Chapter Fifteen


Sex for Chocolate


PRESENT DAY


AFTER A TENSE and unpleasant gathering at the Davenports' house, Ash and I left as soon as we politely could and spent the evening in sweats and t-shirts, eating junk food, watching movies, and generally ignoring life as grown-ups. We drank too much, stayed up too late, laughed too loud and cried too little, because we'd both spent all the tears we had and we needed to not cry for just one night.

We both had our cell phones turned off, computers shut down and life on the outside completely blocked, and it was wonderful, but not nearly enough to rebalance us.

The next afternoon, as we crawled out of our hangover stupor, showered and ate, Ash got a call from his P.I.

He said a few words, flipped the phone shut and caressed my face, kissing my nose. "He's onto something. He should have important news soon. In the meantime, do you want to go on a ride?"

I sipped my orange juice and nibbled on toast. "Where to?"

"Away."

Away sounded perfect. "Absolutely."

We finished our late breakfast. I donned a leather jacket and helmet and climbed onto the back of his motorcycle, my arms wrapped around his chest, legs and body pressed against his. A thrill of excitement thrummed through my veins as the Harley vibrated under me.

The air whipped around us, cooling us despite the heat of the sun, as Ash wove between cars and took the fastest route to more open roads. We didn't have a destination in place. Instead, we just rode for hours, letting the sound of the engine and the feel of the world passing by fill us so full that nothing else could get through.

Mrs. Brown had packed us a picnic lunch and after a few hours we stopped at a large park and picked a spot by a lake, under a weeping willow, to eat. My stomach grumbled at the sight of cold chicken sandwiches, potato salad, fruit, cheese and sparkling cider.

For dessert she'd packed us each a slice of her famous chocolate cake. I sighed happily, licking the last bit of goodness from my fork and leaning against the tree with a full stomach. "She spoils us," I said of his faithful cook and housekeeper.

"She does." He kissed my forehead. "But if anyone deserves to be spoiled, it's you." He kissed the side of my mouth. "You've got a bit of chocolate there." He deepened the kiss, running his tongue along my lower lip. We both tasted like chocolate and cider as we breathed each other, tasted each other, melted into each other.

His hands slipped under my shirt, fingers teasing my ribs as he pushed aside my bra and rubbed at my aching hard nipples. I arched back, wanting his hands everywhere.

"You feel so good, Catelyn. I can't get enough of you."

"I'm yours," I told him, praying nothing would ever get in the way of us being together again.

I pulled off his shirt, letting my hands explore the hard muscles of his chest, abs and arms.

He stood, pulling me up with him, and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them off me along with my underwear. I stripped off my shirt and bra and stood before him naked, trembling with need and excitement as I helped him pull his pants off and free his hard, thick cock.

I thought we'd go back to the soft grass, but he lifted me up and pushed me against the tree. I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock pushing into me as his hands cupped my ass. His muscles flexed under my hands. The tree bark scraped my back. The pain, mixed with the pleasure of his body inside me, took me to the edge quickly and I dug my nails into him hard as I came while he f*cked me.

He didn't slow as my * clenched him in waves of orgasmic bliss. Instead, he thrust into me harder, using my body weight as leverage to go deeper into me.

I pressed myself against his chest, my breasts rubbing against his skin, and I kissed him, deeply, passionately, with all the love and need I had building inside of me, and as he came into me, I came again, falling off that edge of sanity together as we spiraled into the magic of something only we could know.

We sank to the ground, still wrapped up in each other's bodies, as he held me and stroked my hair. "I can't wait to marry you, Catelyn. I won't wait. We won't give up trying to find out what happened to Jon, but he'd want us to be happy. I want to reschedule the wedding as soon as possible. Life is too unpredictably short to put our happiness on hold. I don't want anything getting in the way of you being my wife."

My heart broke for Jon, but I kissed my fiancé and smiled at the thought of being his wife.

***

The next day I dragged Bridgette out of bed and forced her to attend an art auction in Boston with me. "I need your help picking a wedding gift for Ash. Something really special," I told her.

"Didn't you already get him a watch?"

I rolled my eyes as I pulled into a parking spot. We were almost late because Bridgette hadn't been easy to coerce out of the house. Finally, best friend guilt had worked. "The watch is nice, but with so much tragedy in our lives, I wanted something extra special. I have all this money now that I don't know what to do with. When I refused to use Ash's bank account or spend his money, he created an account just for me and put so much in there I'm a little lost. The least I can do is get him something with it."

We walked into the modern building while other people in expensive suits and dresses checked in and took their numbered paddles to the main auction room. Bridgette looked through the program they handed her as I gave my name and picked up my number. "They have some amazing pieces being auctioned today," she said. "I didn't know some of these items were even available for private purchase."