by Louise Hall
“What about Zeke?”
“Like she’d be with him,” Liv spat.
“They were friends.”
Liv told Kian what Zeke had said to Cate the day she got her A Level results. “Dumb housewife, I should fucking kill him.” Kian shouted.
Liv’s phone rang on the table. They both looked at the screen, it was Cate.
Kian lunged for it but Liv got there first. “Cate?”
“Hey,” Cate’s voice cracked a little. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
Liv felt a huge sense of relief. “Are you OK? Where are you?”
“Yeah, I’m…”
Kian snatched the phone out of Liv’s hands. “Cate?”
She hung up. Kian immediately tried to call her back but it was switched off. “What did she say?”
“She just said she’s OK,” Liv said.
Kian got up and grabbed his car keys. When he got to the front door, Sinead was stood there.
“What are you doing here?”
“Where are you going?”
“I need to find my wife.”
Kian got back in his car and turned the key but the engine wouldn’t start. “Fuck,” he thumped the steering wheel.
“Here,” Sinead said, opening the car door. She put her car keys in his hand. “Go and find Cate.”
Kian scowled at her. “Please,” Sinead said. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“You’d better fucking pray she’s OK,” Kian snarled, revving the engine.
He got on the motorway and drove for miles and miles, stopping at every set of services so he could scour the snowy car parks for her car. Surely, she wasn’t still driving in this? Fuck Cate, where are you? He kept trying to call her on the hands-free but it went straight to voicemail. If I can’t find her by dawn, I’m calling the cops. Sod the press; I need to find my wife.
As dawn started to break, he was just about to leave another service station, driving past the hotel when he noticed a lone car parked under a tree at the far end of the car park. It was a tiny spark of hope. He drove slowly towards the car; trying to prepare himself in case it wasn’t Cate’s. It was covered in thick snow so he couldn’t see the number plate. He parked Sinead’s car and got out. With bare hands, he brushed the snow off the number plate. “Fuck,” he closed his eyes. Seeing those familiar letters and numbers was like a sucker punch to the gut. It was Cate’s car. He’d found her.
He brushed snow off the windows to check that she wasn’t still inside. To be certain, he shone the torch from Sinead’s keychain through the window but the car was empty. There was just a clumped up ball of tissues on the passenger seat.
Kian shot off a quick text to Liv to let her know that he’d found Cate and then got back in Sinead’s car. He parked further away and covered up the number plate with snow so Cate wouldn’t be able to tell it was Sinead’s car. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away again.
Cate pulled open the curtains, wincing as the bright light stung her eyes. There was just her car and another in the snow-covered car park.
Her stomach grumbled loudly and she rubbed her belly. “Come on then, let’s get some food.”
She put on the only clothes she’d brought with her: a black polo neck jumper and her maternity jeans and braided her hair to one side.
There was a café in the service area next to the hotel. Cate’s plan was to have breakfast and then decide what she was going to do. She knew she couldn’t hide here forever; eventually she’d have to go home to her Mum. She couldn’t go back to Kian’s house. Not after he’d told her to get the eff out of there.
As she walked through the sliding glass doors at the front of the hotel, she could feel somebody watching her. She looked up and Kian was stood in front of her car, his arms folded across his chest. The shoulders of his dark wool coat were dusted with snow so he’d obviously been waiting for her for a while.
Her heart flip-flopped in her chest just at the sight of him. Cate fought hard to keep her composure. “He doesn’t love you.” She dug her keys into the palm of her hand, using the physical pain to centre herself.
Kian had watched his wife looking out of the window of her hotel room. Her black hair was falling loosely around her face. She was wearing his navy blue t-shirt and it strained across her stomach. She’d rubbed her bump and murmured something.
He walked towards her slowly, afraid that if he moved too fast he’d scare her off. As he got closer, he saw that her eyes were red-rimmed and sore.
Cate glanced around anxiously, uncertain if she wanted to see anybody else.
She thought about going back inside the hotel but she didn’t know if he would follow her and make a scene in front of the receptionist.
She looked down at the ground as she tried to get past him to her car. “Cate,” he reached for her wrist. He held her firmly but his thumb gently stroked the soft skin on the inside of her wrist.
“Please just go,” Cate said.
“I can’t,” he said softly, his voice cracking. His hands cradled her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears which fell freely down her cheeks. “Please don’t cry,” he murmured, kissing every inch of her beautiful face. “Please.”
“Last night…” Cate sobbed. “Last night you told me to get the eff out of your house.”
“I didn’t mean it, any of it. I love you Cate, so fucking much.”
“No,” Cate tried to push him away. It was too much. “Please don’t say that. You don’t mean it.” She thought about what Nick had said to her. “You only asked me to marry you because I got pregnant.”
“Look at me,” Kian said harshly, refusing to let her push him away. He cupped her chin with his hand and lifted her head up. His whole body was tense like steel. “Is that really what you think?” He bit out.
“No,” Cate shook her head. “I don’t know.”
He buried his fingers in the depths of her silky, black hair, tilting her head back so he could get better access to her mouth. “I have never, ever,” Kian brought his face close to hers. “Touched you out of obligation.”
He licked her lips until they parted a little and he could push his tongue deep into her mouth. He kissed her furiously, barely holding back, as he tried to get to the very depths of her soul. Cate felt powerless to resist him; she clung desperately to him, grabbing fistfuls of his jacket.
“Do I kiss you like that just because you’re carrying my baby?” He asked thickly, his breath warm on her face.
Cate struggled to catch her breath; her skin prickled with heat. Kian dropped his hands to her waist, his thumbs slid under the hem of her jumper. He moved back until he was sat on the bumper of her car. He tugged her towards him so she was pinned between his legs; she could feel the tension in his thigh muscles.
“Angel,” Kian groaned, “look at me.”
He slid his hands around to her arse, pressing his fingers into the back pockets of her jeans. He held her firmly against him so she could feel the hard ridge of his erection against the apex of her thighs. “That’s all you,” he murmured, moving his hips a little.
“Does that feel good?” Kian whispered in her ear, his tongue flicking one of the metal studs.
“Yes,” she whimpered a little.
Keeping one hand pressed firmly against her arse, he brought the other hand up to her breast. He kneaded her soft flesh, feeling her breathing get shallow.
“I love you,” he said firmly.
He used the hand on her arse to gently grind her up and down against his cock. “Mm,” Cate bit down so hard on her lip she thought she could taste blood.
“Angel,” Kian pressed his lips against the pulse on her neck. Her heart was beating rapidly. Her hair fell across him, intoxicating him with the scent of her blackberry shampoo.
“Please,” Cate begged, feeling the warmth pool between her legs.
Kian found her nipple and tugged on it sharply. “Ah,” Cate gasped, throwing her head back.
“I want to take off this j
umper.” Kian’s breath felt heavy on her skin. “Then I want to peel away your bra.”
“I want to spend hours, days, weeks savouring every inch of your beautiful breasts. I want to bury my face between them, surrounded by your soft flesh as I feel your heartbeat thundering through your body. I want to lick that dusky-pink skin around your nipples until it’s tight and puckered.” Cate shuddered. “Then I’ll suck your breast into my mouth, dragging my teeth against your soft skin. I’ll do it slowly so by the time I get to your nipples, you’ll be begging me to touch them.”
He softly cupped her breast, feeling her nipple hard against his palm. “I’ll suck down hard on your nipple, so hard that you’ll feel it right between your legs. I’ll bite down, sinking my teeth into your bud and then quickly soothe it with long strokes of my tongue. I’ll keep doing that until your eyes roll back in your head.”
“I won’t do it because of this,” Kian picked up her hand and kissed her bare wedding finger. “Or this.” He lifted up her jumper and placed a hand on her swollen belly. “I won’t do it because I’m obligated to, I’ll do it because I need to, because touching you is more important to me than breathing.”
“I’ll do it because I’m insanely in love with you.”
Cate felt her legs start shaking. Kian pulled her jumper down to protect her bump from the cold air and then turned them around so she was trapped between his hips and the bumper of her car. He rubbed his thumb over the bronze button of her maternity jeans and then slowly traced the line of the zipper deep between her thighs. He nudged her legs apart with his knee. He was barely touching her and it was driving her crazy. Her panties were so wet that they stuck to her skin uncomfortably. She brought her hips forward and tried to rub against his hand. She needed something, anything to relieve the torturous ache.
Kian wrapped his coat around them so nobody could see what they were doing. “Are you enjoying that, angel?”
“Yes.”
He gripped her between the legs, the heel of his hand pressing hard against her core. “Do you know what else I want to do?”
Cate could hardly breathe. “Kian, please,” she gasped.
He moved his head closer, so only she could hear what he was about to say. “I want to pull these jeans down to your ankles. Then I want to peel away your wet panties. Are you wet for me, angel?”
“Yes,” Cate whimpered.
“I want to stroke my fingers through your dark curls until you’re so aroused, your legs start trembling and your breath hitches in your throat. I’ll open up your lips and your wetness will spill on to my hand. Then I’ll slowly press two fingers inside that hot, wet tunnel.”
Cate felt a flood of warmth between her legs as if his fingers were really there, inside her panties.
Trapping her with one hand pressed firmly against her back, he stroked his thumb back and forth over the crotch of her jeans. “You’ll clench tightly around my fingers as I stroke you, desperate for your release.”
Cate felt herself clench just from his words.
As he nudged her legs further apart with his knee, the thick seam of her jeans rubbed up against her throbbing clit.
“I won’t let you release, not just yet. I’ll lay you down and spread those beautiful legs of yours. I’ll put my hands on your thighs, holding you open so I can look at your beautiful, dripping wet pussy. Then I’ll circle your clit with my nose, drugging myself with your arousal.” Kian rubbed his nose up against hers. “I love how you smell.”
“I’ll open you wide and lick you slowly, so slowly from your anus right up to your tender, swollen clit.” He ran the tip of his tongue over her lips. “I’ll do it again and again.”
Cate couldn’t stop trembling; she was on the brink of a powerful orgasm.
“Then I’ll press two fingers deep inside you, touching those intimate parts of you that only I know. You’ll writhe underneath me, begging me for release. I can’t deny you anything so I’ll bury my face deep inside you, sucking and lashing your clit with my tongue until you come violently apart.”
Kian pressed the pad of his thumb roughly down on her core. “Ah,” Cate cried softly, biting down hard on her bottom lip.
With his free hand, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed his tongue inside her mouth. He swallowed her cries, feeling them radiate through his body. In that moment, she completely submitted to him. He loved feeling her orgasm against him, the heat radiating through her jeans, those tight nipples digging into his chest, her hands fisting his coat.
After the climax, she sank against him, burying her face in his shoulder. He could feel her struggling to catch her breath. Kian brought his hand up to her face, cupped her chin and forced her to look at him.
Her eyes were still cloudy and there was a beautiful pink flush to her cheeks. Kian couldn’t resist a little more. He kissed her tenderly, savouring the taste of her lips.
CHAPTER 38
Kian took her hand and slid it down to his groin, where his cock was rock-hard and straining against the zipper of his trousers. “You really think my cock would be like this if you were just some girl I’d knocked up?”
“I don’t…” Cate could hardly think, her core was still sparking with tiny aftershocks.
Kian held the sides of her face, gently coaxing her to look up at him. Tiny snowflakes dotted her eyelashes. “I didn’t kiss her, angel. I swear to you on our baby’s life. She kissed me.”
“I want,” Cate hiccupped. “I want to believe you.”
“Did you check out yet?” Kian asked, gesturing to the hotel. Cate shook her head. “What’s your room number?”
“Pocket,” Cate said, her voice still a little shaky.
Kian slid his hand in the front pocket of her jeans. “Mm,” Cate gasped, his fingers were so close.
Kian retrieved the key and tucked Cate into his side, sheltering her from the snow.
They snuck past the receptionist who was watching TV and made it to Cate’s room. As the door shut, Kian pushed Cate back against the wall and undid the top button of her jeans. She heard the slide of the zip echoing through the empty bedroom and he slid his hand inside. He traced the line of her cleft with his thumb over the top of her panties and then slowly pushed them to one side.
As his fingertips grazed her newly bare skin, Kian jerked his head up. “What the fuck?” He asked, his eyes wide. Cate smiled a little.
He quickly pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, bare from the waist down.
“Ugh,” Kian groaned deeply. He couldn’t take his eyes off her bare pussy. “When did you do that?”
“Yesterday,” Cate blushed. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” Kian clenched his fists. “I fucking love it.”
“Take off your clothes and get on that bed,” Kian ordered.
Cate knelt on the bed and slowly pulled her polo-neck jumper over her head. With Kian watching, he’d stripped down to just his trousers, Cate allowed the straps of her bra to slink down her arms to her elbows. She leaned forward a little, ensuring that the cups only just covered her breasts.
She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall away.
“Fuck,” Kian groaned, as if he was in real agony. He looked at the soft flesh of her breasts, marked with tiny love bites. “Love you so fucking much.”
Kian pushed his trousers and boxer shorts down to the ground. His cock was so hard it barely moved against his stomach as he prowled towards Cate.
He put his hands on the backs of her knees and slid her down so she was lying underneath him. Her black hair fanned out across the sheets.
“Give me your finger,” he said harshly.
Cate reached out her hand and he slid her wedding ring back where it belonged. “Don’t ever take that off again. I’m yours, Cate.”
Kian kissed her lips and then slowly dragged his teeth down her neck. His hands cupped her bare breasts, feeling the gentle weight. He kissed the soft flesh at the tops of her b
reasts as he rubbed the pads of his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
“Mm,” Cate murmured, arching her back up off the bed. Kian slid an arm underneath her, keeping her body curved up to him. He trailed his mouth over her breasts, nipping and licking, tasting that sweet skin. Kian suckled her nipple, pebbling it with long, hot strokes of his tongue. It was like he was a musician and her body was his instrument. As she panted, he moved to her other breast and did the same. Cate dragged her fingers through his black hair, urging him closer.
Before leaving her breasts, Kian blew softly on her hard, distended nipples. The feel of his hot breath swirling over her raw, sensitive skin made her jerk up off the bed. Her body throbbed with such intense lust.
Kian kissed her swollen belly down to the top of her cleft. “Open your legs for me.”
Cate let her legs fall apart and Kian settled in between them, his shoulders holding her wide open.
He looked down at her bare pussy, her skin already glossy with arousal. Cate jumped as he French-kissed her lips, sucking on her bare skin. Every touch was that much more intense. He nipped her skin and then soothed her with his tongue, stroking inside her lips, bathing in her wetness.
“Angel, you’re drenched,” Kian said softly. He opened her up with his thumb and forefinger and watched as her arousal spilled on to the sheet underneath them.
Kian slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her up to his face. He parted her buttocks, kissing her anus before licking her perineum and up to her swollen clit. He did that several times, licking her slowly from back to front.
Cate threw her head back, her fists clenched tightly around the sheet by her hips.
Kian circled her clit with his nose, savouring her dark musk and then he slid his tongue inside her.
“Kian,” Cate cried, her hips jerking against him.
Kian slid up and lapped at her clit hard and fast, driving her to the brink of orgasm before he dived back down to fuck her with his tongue. He kept dragging her tantalisingly close to climax and then pulling back. Cate felt hot tears stream down her cheeks. If her body was an instrument, he was the maestro.