Forever in Love (12 page)

“Let’s take you to the bedroom,” he said, picking her up in his arms. She was so slight, but then she hardly ate anything. He should convince her to try one of his omelets later. He might not be like the fancy rich boys she was used to dating, but he was a mean cook and knew how to make a woman feel good. He wanted Catherine to feel great.

The moment they reached the bedroom, she squirmed to get down, rubbing her body against his. His balls throbbed at the sexy, inviting move. She gave him a slow smile and took a few steps back. “Take everything off,” she said. “Unless you want all your shirt buttons ripped out.”

He deliberately held her gaze as he stripped out of his clothes. Need darkened her eyes until they were the color of the richest chocolate.

When he finally kicked off his jeans and stood there naked, his cock jutting out, she let out a soft sigh. “You’re gorgeous. I love the way you want me.”

She approached him, dropped to her knees and looked at his erection with vivid greed. Her warm breath fanned him. A clear drop was poised at the tip, and she licked her lips.

“Take it in your mouth,” he said in a guttural voice. “Suck it.”

She tongued his shaft from the base to the head. A groan tore from his chest. With a wicked laugh, she pulled him into her mouth, and he modulated his breathing, holding onto his control to prolong this godlike moment, and the unbelievable pleasure.

She dedicated herself to driving him out of his mind. He held back from thrusting into her. If he did that, it would be over all too soon.

“Touch your nipples. Tweak them and love them the way I would love them,” he ordered.

She didn’t let up the rhythm. When he looked down, her hands were on her breasts, and her breathing grew choppier with every flick of her thumb over the hardened tips. He wrapped her long hair around his fist. Her chest grew flushed, and she had the blissful look of a woman lost in pleasure.

“Put your hand lower. Touch yourself.”

As her hand plunged into the shadows created by her thighs, her cheeks grew even redder as though she was embarrassed. How could she be? She was so frickin’ gorgeous in her passion. She had to know that.

“Put your fingers into yourself.”

Her soft moan reverberated around his cock. He hissed as the base of his spine tingled.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers and rub your clit. Make yourself feel really good, baby.”

She groaned as her hands moved more frantically on her stunningly responsive body. All the while, she kept giving him the best blowjob ever. He bit his lower lip. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, not right now. He wanted to empty himself into her sweet depths.

He almost lost control when her muffled shriek vibrated around his cock. Her dark, glazed eyes looked up at him, and he knew she’d orgasmed with his dick in her mouth and it almost made him climax right there. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He picked her up and put her on the bed. “I could watch you come all night long.”

Her entire body seemed like an erogenous zone, quivering and flushing at his every caress. She moaned his name as in a mindless trance when he pulled a breast into his mouth. It was so perfectly shaped, so responsive, he could suckle for hours. She was completely wet, but he remembered how tight she’d been. She’d stretched herself a bit, but everything about her was so small and delicate, and he was a big brute compared to her. As her hands tangled in his hair, he put a couple of fingers inside her. Her hips jerked off the mattress, and she gave a soft cry.

Her muscles clenched around him, her legs moving restlessly. Biting back a groan, he eased in and out of her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. He wanted her so primed she wouldn’t notice any discomfort when he thrust into her.

It didn’t take much before she climaxed again. She put a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream, but he pulled it away. He wanted her everything, nothing hidden or suppressed. He wanted her out of control.

Burying his face in the crook of her neck to inhale her intoxicating scent, he waited for her breathing to slow. His balls throbbed, but he could wait a few minutes for her.

And his reward was her sigh and a softly whispered, “Blaine.”

* * *

Catherine felt boneless, her limbs heavy with satisfaction. Above her, Blaine held still, his body tense and hard. He hadn’t come yet. His cock jerked against her belly, and she wanted him so bad, it made her ache.

“Blaine, make love to me,” she whispered into his ear. “I want you inside me.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed once, then he jumped off the bed, reaching for his pants. He put on a condom and returned to her. “I want to make it good for you, but I’m not sure I can.”

She gave him a foxy smile. “If you make it any better, I might just die.” She pulled his head down for a kiss and spread her legs wider for him in a blatant invitation. Her boldness shocked her. She’d never done that for anybody before.

Blaine’s large strong hands cupped her butt. His fingers toyed with the opening of her sex, and she arched her back and thrust her pelvis toward him. She sighed when the head of his penis eased into her. Blaine was so gentle as he fed his cock into her, inch by inch. Thick and long, he stretched and filled her, and she moaned as the delicious friction turned into a molten knot of pleasure.

“Ah, yes,” she whispered. “Just like that.”

He increased his tempo, the veins on his neck and arms standing out starkly. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting this moment to continue forever. No other man had ever made her feel this desirable and lovely, and she’d never wanted one this badly.

He tightened his grip on her butt, then used a finger to lightly toy with her tight rosette. She cried out. As he increased the pressure there while pounding into her, another orgasm barreled into her. She screamed as the most unbelievably powerful climax hit her in waves. Even the tips of her toes seemed to be throbbing.

Above her, Blaine stiffened and groaned her name almost torturously as he came. She held him tightly, feeling wetness in her eyes. The moment felt so intimate and special.

Oh god… Was she falling for him?

Of course not. That would be beyond silly. She didn’t fall for anybody. She was too jaded for that kind of stuff anymore. Life had taught her that love was worthless and untrustworthy. It clouded her judgment and made her do stupid things that she would have never done if she’d been thinking just the slightest bit more clearly.

As her grip on him relaxed he got up and went into the bathroom. Briefly alone, she reminded herself what she needed—a rich husband—and why Blaine was a bad idea on so many levels. Even if he were to take Salazar’s money, he would still be a bad idea. Her father had been worth seventy million, and all that money had vanished because of bad investments. Her next husband would be so loaded not even the Apocalypse itself could impoverish him, and he would be somebody she didn’t feel too much affection for. Catherine would feel
some
affection for him, but there wouldn’t be too much chemistry and she’d never ever love him.

But when she saw Blaine coming out of the bathroom, she couldn’t help feeling something warm and sweet. She didn’t think she’d be able to stay away from him despite all the logical reasons why she should.

He pulled her close. “Hey. You seem tense.”

“Just thinking about this and that.” She gave him a quick smile. “Don’t you have to go back to your apartment? Or are you okay leaving Sean by himself overnight?”

“He’s a big boy. He doesn’t need a babysitter.”

“You seemed angry with him at The Line,” she said.

“Well…yeah.” Blaine sighed. “It just pisses me off he’s in town. He should be in school right now, studying.”

“Can you force him to go back?”

“Probably not. Like I said he’s a big boy. I can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do.”

“But he might not feel that way. He might be staying up right now, wondering when you’re going to come home and kick his butt.”

Blaine chuckled. “Let him wonder.” He kissed her softly. “I’m going to stay with you until I have to be in for the morning delivery.”

She put her hand over his. “Good.” He’d be gone before she got up. On one level it was what she wanted, but on another there was a feeling of sadness.

The next morning Catherine hid in the living room with a stack of fashion magazines she’d bought a few days before. Cooter’s Bluff’s lone bookstore didn’t carry any decent art magazines, so the next best she could do was fashion. She didn’t want to face the town as the gossip about the night before blazed through it. The fact that Blaine had stayed at her place for hours wouldn’t have gone unnoticed by the local busybodies, even if he had left before the sun came up.

Still, none of that was as bad as what she’d had to deal with in Houston. The house there was entirely too big—Jacob had expanded it to show off his success, while telling everyone it was all to please her. Every addition to the house—and there were lots of them—made her bitter. Then there was the people factor and the fallout from his bombshell announcement that he had previously married someone else. Her acquaintances had no idea how to behave around her. A bigamy victim wasn’t like a divorcée or a widow. And many of them had heard rumors about TLD, the family business. That had been the biggest reason she finally hadn’t been able to tolerate Houston anymore. She deserved to keep the monstrosity of a mansion for what she’d put up with, but the awkward pity from her peers ate at her like acid running down her spine a drop at a time.

Irene hadn’t come by since the cash delivery incident. Nor was she answering Catherine’s calls. She probably still thought Catherine was a drug dealer. Either way, if she didn’t come in tomorrow, Catherine would have to call Salazar. Doing a little housework herself was fine, but she didn’t want him paying for services not rendered.

She sipped her coffee and thumbed through the first magazine. It had some interesting photos of stylish clothes and accessories. She dog-eared a few promising pages.

When the doorbell rang, she looked up.
Irene?

It was Sean standing on the other side of the door, in the same clothes he’d had on the night before. She frowned slightly. What was he doing here?

His gaze swept over her; she drew herself up and waited with the most regal demeanor she could manage. Olivia had taught her a few extremely useful things, one of which was maintaining a queenly dignity. Catherine had lost her composure in the first few days following her discovery of Jacob’s bigamy, true, but that was an aberration, not the norm. And she could manage a college boy, no matter how clever.

“Who are you?” he asked suddenly.

She tilted her head. “Is that a serious question?”

“Yeah, it is. I saw what happened with Willie Rae last night. She’s been stealing stuff ever since I can remember, but nobody ever did anything about it until you showed up.”

“I wasn’t really involved. It was all your brother.”

“Blaine wouldn’t have lifted a finger if it hadn’t been for you. So I want to know: who are you?”

What the heck was this? Some Spanish Inquisition by a kid who felt protective about his older brother? “Come in.” She motioned toward the living room. “I hate letting cold air in.”

Sean swaggered in, his gait exaggerated. She gestured at an armchair in front of the fireplace. “Sit down. Want something to drink?”

“I’m good.”

Catherine took her old seat back and wrapped her hands around the warm mug. “I don’t know why people waited until now to confront Willie Rae. They might have decided they’ve had enough. Stealing isn’t something that endears you to the people around you.”
According to Ethan
,
it can land you in jail
. She suppressed a shudder. There was no reason to think about her in-laws. “Why are you here really? If you wanted to know about my situation with Willie Rae, you could’ve asked anybody at the bar—Earl, Rick or Blaine. They would’ve been happy to tell you.”

Sean’s gaze wavered. “You’re rich.”

She laughed. “If you only knew…”

“You spent over four thousand bucks on your purse.” He made a face as he said the last word.

“It’s a Lady Dior. So yes, I did. But that was a while back.” Despite being a complete jerk, Jacob had never stopped her from spending the money she needed to look good. He hated it when she didn’t look her absolute best. She had to be the most beautiful, the most toned and the most fashionable woman everywhere they went. That had been the least she could do as far as he was concerned.

Sean shook his head at the cost. “Anyway, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stick around. Do you?”

She regarded him. “Why do you say that?”

“You got your bag back.”

“So? Cooter’s Bluff is pretty, and the people are generally friendly.”

“I don’t like you. You’re bad. You’re trying too hard, and it’s not gonna work.”

Trying too hard?
What was Sean trying to say? Had something happened to Blaine? Probably with a rich somebody given how Sean complained about her seemingly wealthy exterior.

“Just go,” he said.

“Where?”

“I dunno. Your hometown. Texas, right?”

“Texas isn’t a town. And what do you mean, it’s not going to work?”

“Just that.” Sean threw his hands up and rose. “Do I have to explain everything? Blaine’s been through a lot, and he doesn’t need your kind to bug him.”

“My kind?”

“Yeah. You’re like that Zoe Simpson. Acts like she’s hot shit because she’s from Greensville and her daddy’s rich. I can only imagine what you’re like.”

She frowned. Greensville hadn’t seemed like much when she’d stopped there on her way in, but apparently it was the local equivalent of Beverly Hills.

“I mean, it’s a good thing I came home. Just imagine what could’ve happened. He’s not cynical like you, you know. It’s just better for everyone if you stay away from him, or even better yet, leave town.” Sean stood up and abruptly walked out.

She stared at the door. What was that about?

Should she talk to Blaine about it? But what could she say?
Hey
,
your brother doesn’t like me
.
What’s up with that?