I huffed out a frustrated breath. It wasn’t like I could force her to go. I might think of her as “mine”, but until Cat knew who she was and what she meant to me, I couldn’t make her do anything. Fuck me, this was complicated!
“Mad Dog, you can head out. I’m going to hang around here until Cat’s shift ends and then see her home,” I amended, my hard gaze never wavering from Cat’s.
“You sure you don’t want me to stay?” my brother dutifully returned.
I smiled, knowing what, or who, he’d rather be doing. I’m sure if he had it his way, he’d be over at Chubs, trying to cajole Kierston into his bed. “I’m good. Contact Domino and we’ll catch up later.”
My brother hiked a brow as he tossed Cat an appreciative glance. “How late we talking?”
“Piss off,” I crudely replied. He knew what I intended to do with my evening as soon as we got back to Cat’s place. I didn’t need to spell it out for the twisted bastard.
“I’m just saying,” he teased with a mischievous grin.
“Tell Kierston I said hi,” I returned, knowing that would get under his skin for sure. He hated that we all had his number when it came to the witch. He couldn’t admit, even if it was obvious to everyone else, that he wanted to give her every inch of his knot the first chance she gave him.
Flipping me off over his shoulder, Mad Dog trotted down the hill and over to the parking lot where our bikes were banked. Ichuckled and looked back at Cat. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to go home early?”
Glancing down at her watch, she ignored my question altogether and said, “I’m five minutes over my break already. I’ve got to head back now, or Harry is going to start looking for me.”
We started down the hill, this time on our feet instead of our asses, and I watched that firm rear end of hers sway seductively back and forth with every step. As soon as I got her alone, I was going to spank that ass for defying me tonight.
Just the thought of exposing her round, creamy globes to my palm made my cock twitch excitedly in its denim prison. Fuck, the idea was so tantalizing, I could barely wait. I was going to need a taste to tide me over until then. Only problem was, once I got a taste, I’m not sure I was going to be able to hold back.
“You and I are going to have a long talk when I take you home later tonight,” I told her when we were about halfway down the path.
Cat tossed me a saucy look over her shoulder, and I mentally tabulated the extra spanks I’d add on to the ones she already owed me.
When we reached the parking lot, Cat glanced nervously over at me as she bit her bottom lip. “Can I get you something to eat while you wait? Babysitting me couldn’t have been your main plan when you left the Clubhouse tonight.”
I grinned. A ware never turned down a meal. Our metabolisms burned so fast and hot, we had to eat about double what the average man consumed just to maintain our weight. “I could eat. I’m not picky, so I’ll take whatever you like here.”
“The burgers are really good. The fries aren’t bad either. I’ll go put your ticket in,” she hurriedly told me.
Before she turned to go, I snagged her arm. Gathering the irresistible woman close, I laid a kiss so full of passion and heat onto her lips that the night air around us suddenly grew a good ten degrees hotter.
She was taken aback at first, but Cat quickly melted against my chest, her luscious curves snugged seamlessly against my muscular body. The fit was so right, so perfect, it was as if we’d been fashioned from one being before fate had cruelly ripped us apart.
Frustrated beyond reason, my dick tried to drill a hole through my jeans to make our connection complete. Needing more contact, my hands ran up and down her tight uniform, memorizing every hill and valley along the way. This small bit of foreplay would have to suffice until later tonight when I could experience my girl without all these bothersome clothes between us. When I could see and feel, all of her underneath me. When I could slide into her wet heat and fill her with some of my own.
Cat, giving over to our mate bond, whimpered and thrust her tongue against mine. Her hips began to perform an unconscious dance of desire older than time itself. Her movements silently begged me for what her inner animal knew she needed, but her human self couldn’t quite put into words.
The more of her scent that I inhaled, the higher I got. If I didn’t stop this dangerous game now, I wouldn’t be able to stop it at all.
When I reluctantly pulled back, Cat was staring at me with those honey-toned eyes of hers. Her lips, shiny and a bit swollen looking, were pleading for more. Somehow, I managedto restrain myself, though my dick absolutely hated me for my sudden self-control.
Reaching around to her ass, I gave it a rough pat through her gingham skirt, appreciating the fullness there. “I’ll be right here if you need anything, babe. And I meant what I said earlier. I’m taking you home tonight. There’s a lot we need to… discuss.”
Cat slowly shook her head before someone called her name and snapped her out of the sexual haze she was floating in.
“Ok,” was all she could manage to eke out before righting her apron and heading back toward another waitress who seemed relieved to see her.
CHAPTER 8
Cat
The two hours left in my shift flashed by in a blur. Throughout the entirety of it, I kept thinking about everything that had happened on my break.
In the forefront of my thoughts was that complete psychopath, Kane. He’d assaulted me at work and then pushed me down a dangerous hill for no other reason than to get back at Ace. When I think of all the ways I could have been injured, my stomach dropped, and I began to shake.
