I have a feeling he’s not only talking about the Knicks.I smile and nod my head while he drinks his beer.“Yeah, give ’em time.”He nods back and the game starts with Gage whipping off his shirt to expose a Cleveland Cavaliers LeBron jersey, cheering obnoxiously loud in a room full of Cops and Knicks fans with no fear at all.He constantly does this to provoke the shit out of us.Chris and I look on smiling, drinking our beers.
“Your brother’s a brave man.”
“Yes, he is.”
The Knicks lose by one and Gage’s almost murdered by a room full of pissed-off Knicks fans.I rescue him by dropping him off at some girl’s house.He jogs up to her door and I yell out my window, “Don’t drink any more tonight, and for God’s sake don’t smoke anything.”
“I’m good, stop worrying.Kylie’s going to take good care of me.”
“I bet.”He smiles, giving me a wink and a salute instead of a wave.
I couldn’t keep my mind on the game the entire night.What Shawn said, and Cat not answering her phone, kept swimming around in my head, drowning out everything going on around me.I know I won’t be able to deal if she goes back to dating Matt.It took immense self-control the first time.Thinking about him kissing her, the thought of his hands on her, was driving me crazy, much less convincing myself they weren’t having sex!I couldn’t bring myself to think about that possibility.I’m glad she moved in with me, because I don’t know how much longer I could have kept it together, wondering what she was doing every night.
When I get home, I fight the urge to march into Cat’s room first, holding on to hope she didn’t go out with Matt.It helps to calm my fears when the first thing I see is her phone on the couch, which brings a slow smile to my face.I stop in the doorway of my room at the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in months.She belongs right where she is, my sleeping beauty, picture-perfect.
Walking in as quietly as I can, I sit down next to her on the bed, putting my left hand across her.Her eyes flutter open, and I brush her hair out of her face to the side and say, “Hi.”
“Hi, I fell asleep,” she says, still groggy.
“I see.”
“I came to get the dryer an—”
“I don’t mind.I like you in my bed.”Focusing on her lips, I lightly stroke a finger over her brow.“Do you want me to take you back to your bed?I will.But I don’t want to, I want you to stay.”More than anything in the world I want you to stay and say you’ll be mine.
Gazing up at me, she says, “As much as I try to fight it, I can’t stop these feelings coursing through me.I can’t lock them away like a box of old memories in an attic.”
I smile, moving my eyes up to meet hers, knowing exactly what she means.I could never forget a single memory of her if I tried.
“Would it be wrong of me for wanting to stay after everything you’ve done and said, Nick?Would I be a complete fool to give you another chance?Would I be weak?Because these are the questions I ask myself when I think of letting you back in.”
Hope, sweet hope.Hope I’ve never felt before soars through me at her words and I answer her one hundred percent truthfully.“No.You would be saving a life.Saving me from the person I was before you opened the door walking back into my life.”Which is the absolute truth.
Reaching up, she strokes the tips of her fingertips across the side of my face.“How do you do it?Always undressing me with your eyes, your charm, your hands, and words.Peeling my layers of protection away.Leaving me bare, with little to no protection.Why?How do you always manage to do it?”
“You don’t need protection from me, Cat.It’s the other way around.You don’t know the power you have over me.You could bring me to my knees at any moment with one word.If you only knew the power you hold over me to crush me into a million fractured pieces.”
With her hand on the side of my face, she brings me closer to her.Tipping her head back, she presses her lips to mine and whispers, “I want you.”
I smile against her lips, heaving a sigh of pure relief and briefly closing my eyes.“Thank God.I thought I was going to have to work overtime-hard to convince you to be with me.Months, if not years to come,” I tell her, watching her bite down on her lip to keep from smiling.“I didn’t want to push you.I wanted to see if you would come to me freely without any influence from me.Last time I didn’t do that.I pushed when I should have given you the space you asked for.I was trying to be patient and not repeat my mistakes.”
Her fingers go to the back of my head as she kisses me deep and slow.I pull away, tugging my shirt over my head, barely taking my eyes off her, pulling the rest of my clothes off as fast as possible.She has on way too many clothes, but I’m going to fix that ASAP.Kneeling over her, I wrap my hands around her, feeling her body go pliant as I crush her to my body rolling on to my back with her.God, this feels good.It feelsright.
Nick
Pulling her on top ofme and spreading her legs to straddle me, my tongue sweeps around her mouth and she makes the familiar moans I love to hear.It’s sweet, clear, and sexy as hell.I move my hands down the curve of her back and over her ass, grinding her against my dick, and she moves her hips to the rhythm I’m setting.“I can’t wait to get inside you,” I say as she sits up on me.Pulling her shirt up, she whips it over her head in one motion and throws it on the floor.I’m spellbound, watching her move her body on top of me, naked, grinding her wetness against me.
With my jaw clenched tight, I take it all in, my dick jump to attention against her round, full ass like a motherfucking steel rod.That’s what she does to me every time I see her like this, moaning on top of me with my hands on her smooth thighs, her hair brushing against her breasts.Her rock-hard nipples remind me of milk chocolate-covered cherries, waiting to be popped into my mouth and suckled, like I’m a newborn baby.
“Fuck the foreplay, you’re wet enough.I’m about to lose my shit all up your stomach.”
Head tilted to the side, she brushes her fingertips across her nipples as she says, “We can’t have that.You need to be way up inside me when that happens.”
I vehemently agree.Pulling a condom from the drawer, I put it to my mouth to rip it open.But she pulls my hand away, pushing her palm against mine, trapping the condom between us.Leaning down to swipe the tip of her soft pink tongue over my mouth like a kitten, I moan, closing my eyes against the intense rush of heat shooting through my body.Everything she does to me feels damn good.
With her nose brushing mine, she asks, “Is there any reason we would need to use this?I’m already pregnant, the damage is done.”
Shit!I know where this is going.I can see the question in her eyes.
