Tell Me True (Call Me Cat Trilogy #3)(8)

He worked his way down my body with his lips, kissing, licking and biting like a man starving. And maybe he was. We'd been ignoring the elephant in the room for a week, trying to pretend life was normal when it was anything but. A distance had grown between us that we couldn't seem to scale through with words alone. But now, now our bodies did what our minds couldn't. Our bodies brought us back together, back into the space of oneness and completeness.

My back arched as he flicked my nipple with his tongue while plunging two fingers into my wet and swollen *. He used his thumb to rub at my clit and my orgasm took us both by surprise, both in how fast I came and how hard. My body rocked against his as he took me higher and higher, making me scream his name in pleasure that was almost painful to bear.

Before I could come down from that high, while my muscles still spasmed with contractions, he thrust his cock into me, hard and fast and deep, striking at all the right places, rubbing my clit with his body as he penetrated me, and I came again, even harder.

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as his teeth sunk into my neck. He growled and I groaned and our bodies collided into each other like a wave crashing to the rocky shore.

Then he flipped me over and took me from behind, digging his fingers into my hips then slipping one hand between my legs to rub that swollen nub while he f*cked me.

I lost count of my orgasms as I seemed to ride the wave of one after another after another. Though nearly spent, I wanted to ride him. Panting, using a move I'd learned from him in self-defense lessons, I flipped him onto his back and straddled him, my long black hair falling forward onto his chest as I pulled off of him slowly, teasing the tip of his cock and smiling wickedly as he fought to force himself back inside of me. I wanted to bring him to the edge and let him live there for awhile before giving him complete satisfaction, so I slowed down our rhythm to a torturous pace, only occasionally thrusting my hips toward his to take in all of his cock.

"You're a wicked woman, Catelyn."

I leaned in to kiss him deeply, then positioned my tits over his face so he could play while I picked up my rhythm, giving him what he wanted.

He came hard, sending my body back into spirals of ecstasy as we collapsed into each other's arms, sweaty, spent and blissfully happy for at least that moment in time.

As our breathing steadied, he kissed me, running his fingers lightly over my back. "You feel so good. I could lay here like this with you forever."

"I wish we had forever," I said, now sad.

"We do, sweetheart. We do."

I hoped he was right, but nothing ever lasted and I worried this dream would burst into horror, like so many of my other dreams had.

His cell phone rang, interrupting my morbid thoughts as he answered with an irritated scowl. "What?"

He listened, grunted and hung up.

"Who was that?"

"Jim."

"Why's your private investigator calling us at midnight?"

"Because he found something out about Jon."

I sat up, pulling the blanket around me. "What?"

"Jon had purchased two one-way tickets out of the country and had taken out a considerable chunk of money from his back account. He was planning on leaving town, maybe for good. And he was taking someone with him."





Chapter Six


Obscene Wealth


FOUR MONTHS AGO


THE FLIGHT FROM Boston to New York took about an hour. So short we'd barely gotten settled and had our complimentary peanuts before we were landing. Ash had arranged a limo to pick us up for our double date with Bridgette and Jon. It had been my idea. Ash had loved the thought of a night in New York, but wanted to keep it just us. I pushed for my best friend and his brother to join us. "We need couple friends," I'd told him. He gave in when I promised another weekend for just us.

Everyone seemed so comfortable driving to the 5-star restaurant in a limo, wearing clothes worth hundreds of dollars, spending money like it didn't matter. I added up each penny, calculating how many months of rent in my old apartment that money would have covered. I tallied and totaled and marveled at how much I had now when not so long ago I was living off ramen noodles and hoping not to starve my way through law school.

When not so long ago I'd taken a job as a phone sex operator as a last ditch effort at staying in school.

Things had changed when I met Ash. He wanted to take care of me, though it had taken a long time for me to let him. Just after we got engaged, after Bridgette and I killed Lauren, he'd broached the subject of my work. It was something we'd been avoiding while I dealt with health issues and a head injury, both of which had started to resolve themselves.

"Do I need to call your extension tonight?" he'd asked with a smirk.

"No, I'm not back to work yet."

He pulled me to him. "Don't go back."

"I don't want to live off your money," I said. "People already think I'm a gold digger."

"Who cares what other people think? Don't go back. Let me teach you how to make money another way."

"I'm already studying to be a lawyer."

"Then let me help you until you graduate."

I suddenly realized he had been helping me. He'd been supporting me, just paying for the privilege to call in night after night and keep me from talking to other men. I wouldn't let go of my independence. Hated to rely on him for financial support. So that night I snuck downstairs and called in the Pleasure Palace. When Donna answered I told her I was ready to go back to work.