by Lori King
And tomorrow she’d talk to Rick about firing Scott.
She just hated that being sensible hurt so much.
* * *
She had done the right thing. She knew that. So why was she sitting on the couch watching bad movies at two AM instead of in her bed, sleeping the sleep of the just?
Her thoughts were such a jumble as she kept going around and around the same scenario. She knew was better off without him. But that little voice in her head was whispering that she could have gone with him to his place, fucked his brains out, and then walked out satisfied, never having to see him again. Stupid little voice. And where the hell was it when she needed it back at Navy Pier?
It was too late now. She hadn’t just dumped him; she’d abandoned him without a word. She’d done the right thing. Any potential anything between them was long gone. It had ended four years ago, and she was a fool to think that spending any time with him was a good idea. She’d told herself that she could handle a one-night stand, but she’d been lying. He was like an addiction. When he kissed her, she couldn’t think straight. She had to quit him cold turkey.
She just had a bit of insomnia. Everyone did, occasionally. She wasn’t waiting for him to show up at her door and sweep her off her feet. She wasn’t. She was just experiencing withdrawal. It would get better. Eventually. It had to.
She had just dozed off when the sound of a knock caused her to fall off the couch. She jumped to her feet, confused for a moment, and bumped her shin on the coffee table.
The knock came again as she was rubbing the sore spot.
She checked her watch. It was two twenty-five in the morning. Who the heck would be at her door at that hour? And her condo had good security. Just how did they get to her door without buzzing?
She hesitated as she realized that there was only one person it could be. Her body knew who it was. Her nipples were hard and jutting and her lower body was already clenching with desire, and that damned little voice was back, saying let him in, let him in.
The knock didn’t come a third time. Instead, her door silently swung open. Neither of them said a word. She turned and walked toward her bedroom. She felt rather than saw him follow her.
7
Scott stood in the doorway and stared at the woman he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for the last four years or the last four hours. It had been a breeze to get her address. In his line of work, he had the means to find out almost anything he wanted about anyone.
He expected yell or freeze in place or even rush at him, trying to push him out the door, but she surprised him. No drama. No surprise, even.
He followed her wordlessly to what he assumed was her bedroom, shedding the jeans and t-shirt he’d changed into on his way. By the time he arrived in her room he was naked and so was she. She was standing beside her bed, watching, waiting, her lush curves outlined by the lamp on her nightstand.
She was magnificent. Her nipples were hard, puckered points and her lush brown hair swirled loose around her shoulders. Her big blue eyes were glowing with arousal as she looked him up and down. He heard her sharp intake of breath as she stared at his hard cock. He fisted it, running his hand up and down the length, letting her take in its length and girth.
He watched as she licked her lips.
There was so much he wanted to do to her, but first, he had to establish some ground rules. She’d run from him without a word. That was not acceptable. But he wasn’t like Rick. He was no Dom. He had no desire to beat her ass or tie her to the bed.
He was Alpha, though. He was in charge and before the night was over, she would know and accept that he was back in her life and her bed. He watched as she licked her lips and grinned.
* * *
Cat looked at Scott and felt her pussy clench as a gush of moisture coated her inner thighs. He was magnificent, his body lean and muscular, cock long and thick and hard. She watched as he stroked himself and hadn’t been able to stop herself from licking her lips.
She glanced at his face. He was grinning, but it wasn’t a pleasant expression. It was more of a baring of his teeth. His eyes glittered with sexual desire. She could almost feel the testosterone coming off him in waves.
And then he pointed at the ground and she found herself dropping to her knees without even thinking. He took a step forward, and that magnificent cock of his was close enough to lick.
He entwined his fingers in her hair, stopping her forward movement. She looked up at him, held in place by his grip on her locks.
“We still need to talk.”
“We will, but later, much later, Cat, much, much later.”
He waited until she nodded before continuing.
“You ran from me. What makes you think you deserve my cock?”
She whimpered, too overcome by a wave of desire to even speak. It was like four years had just fallen away, and they were playing one of their bedroom games where he took charge and took her to paradise.
“You want to suck my cock, Cat? You want to take me deep down your throat and let me fuck your mouth until I come down your throat?” She nodded carefully, as he still gripped her hair. “Or maybe I should mark your tits with my cum? Would you like that? Would you?”
“Wh… wh… whatever you want, Scott!”
“Right answer. Now suck my cock and make me come. And if you do a really good job, then maybe I’ll fuck that hot pussy of yours and you’ll get to come, too.”
Cat leaned forward. He held his cock toward her mouth, his hand fisting it just below the bulbous head. She licked the slit that was already oozing a pearly drop of precum. She opened her lips and took it into her mouth.
He released his cock, and now he was gripping her hair with both hands. She reached up and gripped his shaft. He was so large that she almost couldn’t close her fingers around him. How had she deep-throated him before?
She sucked as hard as she could on the head while her hand gripped and pulled down hard on his length. Then she took him as deep in her mouth as she could while repeating the pulling motion with her hand as she sucked hard and pulled her head up the shaft. Over and over she repeated the motion, her head bobbing and her hand tugging. Her left hand dropped between her spread thighs, her fingers spreading her folds and reaching for her swollen, throbbing clit.
“Grab my thighs,” he ordered. “Do not touch yourself. You’ll get to come when I am inside you and not before. Right now, it’s all about me. So just relax your jaw and breathe through your nose.”
With that, he wrapped both hands in her hair and started thrusting, going deeper and deeper with each movement. Cat tried hard to obey, relaxing her jaw and breathing through her nose, but he was so thick and long that with each thrust she found it harder and harder to breathe.
Abruptly, the pattern of his thrusts changed. Shallow, shallow, deep. Shallow, shallow, deep. She matched him thrust for thrust, her lips sealing tight around his cock when he plunged in and sucking hard as he pulled out.
Soon, too soon, she could feel his cock give a twitch. Then he held himself deep as rope after hot rope of cum shot down her throat. And then it was over. He pulled out. She leaned forward to lick him clean, taking care to get each and every last drop of cum.
“Good girl!”
He patted her head approvingly, before pulling her to her feet and helping her onto the bed.
“Don’t move.”
She couldn’t have moved if the place was on fire. Considering that she hadn’t come, she felt so relaxed and replete that she was close to falling asleep.
It was only a few minutes later that he returned. He threw a handful of foil packets on the bed beside her.
“Now I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name!” he declared, “but first things first. Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you to.”
* * *
Scott leaned down and kissed Cat like he was a starving man and she was the only meal in sight. Hell, that wasn’t necessarily wrong. It was only with her tha
t he felt alive again. She was nourishment for his soul. They were meant to be together and before he was done, he’d get her to admit she felt the same way.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled away from her mouth and moved down her body, licking and sucking as he went. He paused at her left breast, worshiping her nipple and pulling moans from her as he lightly gripped it with his teeth and tugged. Then he moved to the right breast and repeated the process.
“Please, Scott!”
“Please what?”
“Please make love to me!”
“Soon, Cat. You have to be patient. It’s been four years since I had you naked in my arms. I’ve missed the taste of you, the smell of you. I plan to have my fill and kiss every inch of you before I finally make love to you.”
“Love first, kiss second!” she demanded, but he just chuckled and moved lower to the apex of her thighs. With a satisfied groan, he spread her legs and draped them over his shoulders. She could feel his warm breath on her most delicate parts for a long moment before he lowered his mouth to her clit and suckled. Hard.
She screamed as her orgasm slammed through her with no warning.
The second one took longer, but he seemed determined to draw it out of her. In addition to his mouth, he used his fingers, pressing two and then three into her. She whimpered. It felt so damned good as he flicked his tongue against her swollen and sensitive clit and his fingers moved in and out of her pussy.
“Please, Scott!”
“Please what, Cat? Please do this?” He removed his fingers and circled her opening with his tongue. “Or what about this?” He plunged his tongue inside her.
“Yes, yes, all of that!”
He laughed as the ripples from her second orgasm started. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, curling them so that with each stroke they rubbed against her G-spot.
She was still coming down from number two when he slid up her body. She heard the sound of foil tearing and then he was poised at her opening.
“Look at me, Cat.”
“Please, Scott. I need you inside me!”
“Not until you open your eyes and look at me as I come home.”
Slowly her eyes fluttered open. He could see the almost drugged look of her arousal as he pressed the head of his cock inside her. She closed eyes and moaned. He stopped moving.
“Open your eyes, Cat, or I’m pulling out.”
“No!”
“Cat! I’m not kidding. I want to see your eyes welcoming me home. I need to know you want this as much as I do.”
* * *
Cat opened her eyes and looked at Scott. She could see the strain on his face as he held himself still. She could see how much he wanted to move and how much he needed her approval.
Smiling, she looked up at him. “I have never wanted anything more.”
She had said the right thing. He plunged fully into her and paused. They both smiled at the rightness of the feeling. Then he smiled wickedly at her and reached down, pulling her legs up over his forearms, leaving her open and helpless as he plunged wildly into her.
Over and over and over, his balls slapping hard at her ass, he rode her like a madman. It wasn’t long before she felt yet another orgasm build. It was only with him that she’d ever been multi-orgasmic. This one hit her like a tsunami, with wave after wave of sensation washing over her.
It was only when it was winding down that she felt his body go rigid as his own completion took over.
She wondered if she fell asleep or blacked out from the pleasure, but when she opened her eyes again, she was tucked under the covers with Scott spooning her from the rear. And speaking of rear, she could feel Scott’s hard cock pressing against hers. She shifted in his arms.
“Scott, you awake?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, I guess you don’t want me to do anything about this?” She reached down and fisted his cock.
He rolled onto his back. “Well, if you insist.” He grinned. “Ride me, cowgirl!”
* * *
Cat wasn’t sure what time it was when she heard the sound of a phone vibrating on her nightstand. She felt Scott roll over and pick it up. He didn’t say much, but she could read his tone and body language.
“I have to go.”
“I know.”
“We didn’t get a chance to talk.”
“Do we need to?”
“You know we do. Look, Cat. What happened four years ago… what’s happening now… I promise you, there’s a good explanation for why I did what I did and what I’m doing now.”
“I’m waiting.”
“I can’t tell you yet. But soon, very soon.”
Cat sagged back against the pillow. She wanted to believe him, she really did. But history was against them. There was more at stake this time, though. She scrambled to her knees, holding the sheet up to her chest. What she had to say, she didn’t want to be naked when she said it.
“Scott, if that’s your real name…”
“It is.”
“Scott, whatever you are involved in… is it dangerous?”
“Maybe.”
“Look, if you hurt my sister, I’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth and make you pay. Do you understand me?”
“I do, and I can promise you that I would never hurt Maggie. And I’ll never hurt you again. Things are coming to a head, and I should be able to tell you everything in a week, ten days at the most. Promise.”
8
When she woke up again, the room was bright and she was alone in bed. She knew without checking that he was gone. She stretched and rolled over on her side and checked the clock. Ugh, it was almost ten. She had a ton of things to get done. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched. If she’d had any thoughts that last night was a dream, the remains of three condom wrappers would have settled things, as would the pleasant soreness of her muscles and other places.
She was tired and considered a nap, but she had things to do including lunch plans with Lexi, Rhonda, and Nicole.
She always had a great time with her friends. After they’d ordered lunch, Lexi had them all laughing with stories about what it was like working undercover at a daycare.
“I got pooped on and peed on. A lot.” She laughed and shook her head.
“Hey, I get that most days at work. No sure what your complaint is.” Nicole was a vet. “And most of yours don’t bite.”
“No body fluids for me, except maybe tears.” Rhonda chuckled, “that’s why I don’t do many weddings anymore. And it isn’t just bridezillas. Groomzillas, too, and even worse, mother-of-the-bridezillas. They are the absolute worst.”
“So what are you up to, Cat? We saw you head off last night with the yummy Mr. Scott Weston. Judging by the dark circles under your eyes and the smile on your face, the two of you hit it off?”
“Damned investigative reporter!” Cat laughed. “Can’t keep any secrets from you. Look, ladies. I’m not quite ready to talk about me and Scott. Hell, I’m not even sure if there’s a me and Scott to talk about. And speaking of investigative reporting, and yes, I’m deliberately trying to change the subject, what else are you up to, Lexi?”
She looked imploringly at her friend. Lexi laughed and brought up a topic she’d been researching. “You know Chicago’s legendary history with the mob, right?”
“Sure, who hasn’t heard of Al Capone and the many, many others who came after him?” Rhonda declared.
“Are you doing a story on the mob?” Rhonda’s tone showed concern. “That sounds pretty dangerous.”
Lexi sighed. “I’d love to do a story on the mob, but you are right, it is too dangerous. But I’m hoping to do a story on…” she paused and looked around, but they were seated on the patio well away from anyone who could possibly overhear, “The FBI and the work they are doing to stop a mob family from ramping up their businesses here in Chicago. Rumor has it that they’ve got an agent working undercover as part of the investigation.
“The Augustinos ar
e a local family that used to be big in all the rackets, but they have been on the straight and narrow for a lot of years now. Word has it that one of the younger generation, a nephew or something, wants to bring back the family’s glory days. I don’t have all the details.
“Anyway, from what I hear, this nephew is trying to get something started to get in good with a gang from the east. He’s starting out by laundering money for them, with plans to grow into distributing illegal drugs and prostitution once he proves himself. And he’s doing it old school, using legitimate, well-established businesses as fronts.”
Cat felt her stomach churn. Money laundering. That’s what Scott had been involved in before. She lost track of the conversation for a few minutes while her fears ate at her as she mulled over what Lexi said.
“Wait, you said there’s an FBI agent undercover? Are you sure? What do you know about him?”
“Not much. They brought him in from the Seattle office. Apparently, he specialized in going deep undercover for long periods of time. I think his last undercover job was supposed to be the last, but he was persuaded to do one more since this assignment is fairly short term, from what I hear. I know the local Special Agent in Charge, and he’s talked to his bosses and they think a story by me, as long as I keep the agent’s name confidential, could be some good publicity for the Bureau.”
“And you think this will happen soon?”
“I’ve been told that the agent should be ready to talk to me in a week to ten days at the most.”
Cat let the conversation swirl around her again. She’d heard almost the exact same words just this morning. Suddenly her whole world view changed and came into focus.
Hell, it all made sense. Scott was a Fed. He was undercover. And now he was here investigating the mob, money laundering… Rick?
Oh, god. What would it do to Maggie if it turned out that Rick was involved with the mob? No, wait. Scott was pretending to be old friends with Rick, which meant Rick probably knew who he was. Had Rick been the one to call the FBI? Was he being threatened by the mob? If Rick was one of the bad guys, they would have come up with a better story, one that would fool Cat, who knew exactly where Scott had been four years earlier.