My First Half (Cate & Kian Book 1)

by Louise Hall

  He worked her down on his painfully-engorged cock, right down until it felt like he had completely filled her. It was the most amazing feeling. Kian slid a hand under her ass and braced the other hand against the tiles.

  He began to move against her. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder, drinking him in.

  He thrust deep inside her, sliding her body up and down the tiles. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Kian groaned. Cate pressed her cheek against his throat, feeling the rumble of his groans spread down to her core. She dug her fingernails into his skin.

  She felt the muscles in his thighs and butt clench and he came deep inside her. She clenched herself around him, desperate to keep him inside her. He shifted her position slightly and continued circling his hips against her, increasing the friction against her core. His chest pressed against her hard nipples. “Come for me, angel,” he whispered softly in her ear, his tongue toying with one of the metal studs.

  Cate broke apart from him, the orgasm ripping through her body like a tornado.

  Afterwards, they finished getting washed and dressed. Cate put on the maroon dress she’d bought yesterday at the vintage shop, it had cute little cap sleeves and a band of scalloped lace around the hem. She paired it with some black strappy sandals and twisted her still-damp hair into a messy chignon.

  Kian reached for her hand and rubbed his thumb over her wedding ring. “You look beautiful, angel.”

  Kian was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans, his black hair stuck up in little tufts. Cate had to stop herself from running her fingers through it.

  The restaurant was quiet and they were quickly shown to a secluded booth. Cate slid along the red leather booth and picked up her menu. The backs of the booths were so tall; it was like they were in their own little world. The wall to the right of them was jet-black marble covered with a stream of never-ending water. The soft bubbling of the water subdued the sounds of the restaurant and made everything more peaceful.

  The waitress took their orders. Cate tried to be good and ordered the fruit salad but then her stomach grumbled furiously. Their waitress pretended not to have heard but Kian laughed. “She’ll have the pancakes.”

  After the waitress had gone, Kian leaned across the table. “You’ll need the energy.”

  “You’re insatiable,” Cate teased, her cheeks flushed.

  While they waited for their food, they chatted about the upcoming Premier League season. Kian had high hopes for this season. The first season in the top-flight had been tough but they’d managed to finish mid-table. The manager was ambitious though, he thought they could do better this season and had already signed a couple of exciting, new players.

  The banana pancakes were the best she’d ever tasted. They were so light and fluffy but bursting with flavour.

  She put her fork down and reached for the jug of ice water at the end of the table. As she stretched, she felt a slight soreness between her legs.

  She smiled, thinking back to what they’d done last night and again this morning in the shower.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Sex” Cate answered without thinking.

  Kian dropped the fork he’d been holding and it clattered loudly against his plate. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.

  As soon as Cate realised she’d said that out loud, she quickly covered her face with her hands. Her cheeks burned furiously.

  “Hey,” Kian said softly. He prised her fingers away from her face.

  “Angel,” he said softly, holding tightly on to her hands, “don’t ever be embarrassed with me, OK?”

  Cate toyed with the rest of her pancakes but her appetite had gone. She kept catching Kian staring at her.

  “What’s the matter?” She asked eventually, putting her fork down. “Aren’t you hungry?”

  “I’m hungry,” Kian said huskily, his eyes locking down on hers. It felt like his gaze stripped her bare. Even though the restaurant was warm, goose bumps raced across her skin and she felt her nipples tighten uncomfortably against her bra. “Just not for food.”

  Cate felt a throbbing between her legs and squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve it.

  “You ready to go?” Kian asked, holding out his hand.

  Cate nodded, slid out of the booth and pressed her hand up against his.

  He pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans and dropped far too much money on the table. Cate felt a buzz of electricity transferring between them. He tugged her towards the lifts and she giggled, they must have looked so obvious.

  As soon as the lift doors closed, Kian was on her. He tugged the clip out of her still-damp hair so it fell loosely down her back. His hand fisted up in her hair, holding her just where he wanted her. His lips opened her effortlessly, sliding his tongue inside. His other hand gripped her bottom, holding her firmly against him. He rolled their hips together, rubbing his hard erection against her core. He matched the rhythm of his tongue inside her mouth with his hips, licking her in long, deep strokes. Cate grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt, urging him for more. Her panties were so wet; they stuck uncomfortably to her skin.

  Afterwards, when she could breathe again, Cate looked up from his chest. They’d barely made it to the first couch in the reception room. Her beautiful maroon dress was bunched up around her waist and her panties were torn to shreds on the carpet. Kian’s jeans and boxer shorts were down around his knees and their bodies were still fused together at the waist. His semi-hard erection was still buried deeply inside her.

  A smile twitched on Kian’s lips.

  “What are you thinking about?” Cate asked, tracing the curve of his lips with her fingertips.

  “Jake.”

  “Jake Moloney?”

  “Yeah,” Kian stroked her bottom. “What a fucking idiot.”

  Cate smiled. “What’s your longest relationship?”

  “I didn’t…” His eyes lit up. “7 months.”

  Cate felt the bitter taste of jealousy in her mouth. “What was she like?”

  Kian stretched back on the sofa, putting his hands behind his head. He had a faraway look on his face. “She was the fucking sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. She had this amazing body, perfect breasts, cute little ass, long, skinny legs. But the best thing was that she didn’t know it. I was completely intoxicated by her. When I wasn’t with her, I was thinking about her.”

  Cate felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She felt his cock harden inside her.

  “Bastard,” she said softly, smacking his chest. Her voice cracked. “How can you get hard for an ex-girlfriend when you’re still inside me?”

  She made to pull away but Kian was faster, he grabbed her hips holding her still. “Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?”

  Cate reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Let me go.” She couldn’t understand why he was being so cruel.

  “Ask me.” His voice was so tender.

  Cate took a deep breath, trying really hard not to cry. “What happened?” She couldn’t bear to look at him, looking out of the window instead.

  “I married her.”

  Kian removed his hands from her hips. Cate was about to get up when she realised what he’d said. “You…”

  He reached for her hands and pressed his lips to the wedding ring on her finger. “I married her.”

  He pulled her towards him, holding her face in his hands so he could kiss away the tears which trickled down her cheeks. “Angel, it’s you.”

  Cate blinked, “but you said you were together for 7 months?”

  “It’s been 7 months since Christmas Eve.”

  Cate’s eyes widened, “you thought about me?”

  “All the fucking time,” Kian’s eyes darkened with arousal again. “You tortured me. All I could think about was touching you, tasting you, being inside you.” She felt his cock twitch between her legs.

  “You really think my breasts are perfect?” Cate asked coyly.


  Kian reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it up over her head. “Might need to have another look?”

  He held on to her and sat up, kicking off his trousers and boxer shorts. Cate tugged his t-shirt up and over his head so all that was between them was her bra.

  Kian undid her bra and tossed it to the floor, revealing her naked breasts. He cupped her soft flesh in his large hands and slowly rubbed his thumbs over her taut nipples, which glittered like precious rubies. Cate braced her hands on his shoulders and shakily slid up and down his length. She’d never felt him like this before.

  Kian trailed his mouth greedily down her sternum to her breast. He took her breast in his mouth and then slowly slid it back out again, his teeth grazing her skin as his tongue teased her aching nipple. Cate slammed down hard on his cock, savouring the fullness. She could feel his cock throbbing against every inch of her tender vagina. She slowly slid up, clenching around him. Kian took her nipple between his lips and sucked deeply, making her shudder.

  Kian lifted her up as if she was weightless and turned her around so that she had her back to him. He slid her down, sheathing his cock again. Cate gasped, the different angle made her feel even fuller. He wrapped an arm tightly around her torso, just under her breasts and buried his face against her neck. As his skilled fingers toyed with her swollen clit, Cate felt the orgasm crash over her. Kian thrust into her again and then stilled, she felt his release deep inside her.

  When she tried to stand up, her legs wobbled, her body still rippling from the orgasms.

  Kian lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. He flung back the covers and placed her down in the centre of the mattress. He knelt above her, taking a moment to drink in the sheer beauty of her flushed, naked body, spread out entirely for his pleasure.

  She parted her hips wide enough for him to fit between them and he braced himself above her. He was already rock-hard again and his erection rubbed against her core. The first time they’d had sex on the couch downstairs, when they’d barely it made through the front door before coupling, had been about slaking his insane thirst for his new wife.

  Unlike the women in his past, Cate was so inexperienced – last night was the 1st time she’d ever had an orgasm. The second time had been about wanting to show her just how powerful she really was, how much erotic pleasure she could bring with just a simple screw of those perfect hips.

  His hard, muscular chest rubbed against her aching nipples and she whimpered a little. Kian gently stroked her flushed cheek. He loved the little noises she made when he touched her breasts, between her legs, noises that had been and would only ever be for him. He was the only man the heavens had blessed to make love to Cate. This right here, in the four-poster bed, with the glitz and debauchery of Vegas far beneath them, was about claiming her.

  The weight of his body pressed her deep into the mattress. He took her hands inside his own, locking their fingers together and pinned them against the mattress at the sides of her head. He kissed her tenderly, his lips exploring every bump and crease of hers. She felt him begin to move, his hot, damp skin sliding against hers, increasing the delicious friction between her legs. His cock nudged through her folds. He caught her gasp with his mouth, sliding his tongue deep inside. Their tongues meshed together, licking and sucking on each other.

  As she felt the tip of his cock rub against her entrance, she shivered. “Please,” she begged. She threw her head back on the pillow; every inch of her body desperately straining for release.

  When he kissed her again, Cate could feel the sheer agony he was experiencing by trying to hold back. It was gratifying to know that he felt it too. She felt his groans deep inside his throat. His body, which felt like it had been chiselled from marble, rippled and shook in her arms.

  “Cate,” he growled.

  Cate felt him breach her entrance and it was such a blessed relief that she immediately broke apart, writhing helplessly underneath him, hoarse cries forced from her parted lips.

  Kian thrust inside her hungrily, filling her so completely that the blunt head of his cock pushed against the base of her cervix.

  He swallowed her cries, claiming her mouth, as he felt every flutter of her orgasm around his painfully hard cock. Her abundant release bathed his stomach and thighs, further gluing them together.

  He coaxed her trembling legs up around his damp torso and she dug her heels into his back. Their bodies moved together effortlessly, finding their own unique rhythm.

  With every thrust, his cock rubbed against the small patch of nerves inside her that she hadn’t even known existed until last night. As she hurtled towards another, earth-shattering orgasm, she tried desperately to fight it. She wanted Kian to come too, wanted to feel that blissful moment when he shuddered in her arms and then released in her very depths.

  “Angel,” Kian gently stroked her cheek. He could tell she was holding back. “Come for me.”

  “I want…” her voice shook. “I want you to come too.”

  “I will,” he reassured her. He circled his hips, tempting her with more friction against her swollen, throbbing clit. “After you.”

  His fiery gaze burned away all of her defences and she surrendered to him. The orgasm ripped through her body until she was breathless and spent. Kian watched every second of her release. Even when she felt self-conscious and tried to look down, he gently tilted her head back up. To have him watch her like that, when she was at her most vulnerable… Something changed between them. Even though she’d been naked with him last night and this morning, this was different. She wasn’t just stripped bare to him physically, she was emotionally as well.

  As she came down, she felt Kian jerk against her and his warm release spilled down her legs.

  She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes and as he pulled away she buried her face in the thick, fluffy pillows.

  “Hey,” he whispered, turning her around to face him. “Why are you crying, angel?”

  Cate quickly wiped her eyes. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she admitted.

  Kian slid Cate across the mattress so she was curled around him, he could still feel the after-effects of her final orgasm rippling gently through her body. She rested her head on his chest and he slid a hand down her bare back and cupped her bottom.

  As Cate fell asleep in his arms, Kian thought about that last time. It had been different for him as well. That wasn’t just sex; it was making love. He’d never been in love before and it scared the shit out of him. He’d lost himself completely in her depths. He’d never craved someone like this; he needed the feel of her skin, the taste of her mouth, her sex, and the sounds she made when he pleasured her. It wasn’t just that he wanted or needed her; it was much darker than that. He felt a knot of fear in his stomach. Cate was too good for him. His Dad had been right; he would fuck this up somehow. He’d hurt her, fuck the knot in his stomach grew even tighter at the thought of it. He didn’t know if he could survive that.

  When they woke up again, the sun was starting to set. Cate pulled on a white tank top and a pair of pale pink pyjama bottoms and went downstairs to the terrace. “So beautiful,” Cate said softly, watching the blaze of colour in the sky. She leaned on the edge of the balcony and looked down at the trees at the back of the hotel, which twinkled with tiny white lights. Somewhere in that dense forest was the chapel where she and Kian had got married yesterday.

  Kian came and stood behind her. As he put his hands next to hers on the railing, their rings glinted in the early evening sunlight. Kian kissed the bare skin of her shoulder, “no regrets?”

  Cate shook her head, “no.” She turned to face him. “Have you?”

  Kian watched her anxiously chew on her lip. He reached up and tugged her lip free of her teeth. “None.”

  Cate allowed herself to be folded up in Kian’s arms. He was bare-chested, wearing just a pair of black shorts.

  “How are you feeling?” Kian asked softly, kissing the top of her head. “Are you sore?�
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  “A little,” Cate admitted.

  Kian frowned, “I should have been more careful with you.”

  “Stop,” Cate said, pressing a hand to his chest. She could feel the thudding of his heartbeat. “You were perfect.”

  She looked up at the sky, “I didn’t think Vegas could be like this”.

  “Do you want to stay out here and watch the sunset?” Kian asked.

  “I’d like that,” Cate smiled.

  Kian went back into the room and when he came out again, he was carrying a blanket, two champagne flutes and what looked like a wine bottle. “Sit down,” he gestured to the cushioned sun lounger.

  Cate watched uneasily as he popped open the bottle with no label and poured the fizz into the two champagne flutes.

  “Cheers,” he said, handing her one of the flutes.

  “I can’t,” Cate frowned. “I’m pregnant.”

  Kian grinned, “angel, it’s just lemonade.”

  Cate leaned back on the sun lounger and sipped the ice-cold lemonade, watching the changing colours of the sky. She felt so peaceful up here, as if they were in their own little world.

  Kian sat down next to her, lifting up his arm so she could snuggle against him. He spread the blanket over their legs. “I love it here,” Cate said. “Thank you.”

  CHAPTER 24

  Cate sat on the swings in the Memorial Park, kicking herself back and forth, back and forth.

  They’d both agreed that it would be best to tell their families that they’d got married as soon as they got home.

  The drive from the airport to Irene’s house seemed to take forever. Neither of them spoke; the only sound was the gentle purr of the engine. When Kian stopped the car in front of Irene’s house, Cate didn’t undo her seatbelt straight away.

  “It’ll be fine,” Kian tried to reassure her but she could tell that he didn’t believe it. Cate looked back at the house again and suddenly realised that Ben’s car was parked in the driveway.

  “Ben’s here.” Cate panicked. He was going to kill them. “We should come back later.”