He didn’t move. I didn’t move. And Harry was doing some shit on the TV.
Seth smiled. “I think that Potter fucker put a spell on me.”
I laughed. “I’m thinking that was more fun than Quidditch.”
5
Seth
When you turn twenty-one,chances are you can’t wait to legally buy that first alcoholic beverage. It feels as though you’re breaking the law and could get caught at any moment. That was the feeling I got the moment I saw Cat at the airport.
She was fucking gorgeous, and when I picked her up in my arms, I could feel her breasts against my chest. She was no longer the little girl I knew. Cat was a woman. A woman who made the inner beast in me come out, even to one of my cop buddies when he said he wanted to get in her pants. I tried to tame it by acting as though she was the best friend I’d always had. I made sure to keep my distance. Work helped with that, but having her in my bed inches from me …
I couldn’t deny the lust I felt for her.
Feeling her tight pussy wrapped around my dick as I slid inch by inch inside her was worth the wait. Swallowing her cries of pleasure was worth the wait, and knowing that she was finally trulymyCat was worth the wait. Some guys might be hesitant to take a woman’s virtue, but this was Cat. I didn’t need to second guess myself or worry that she would get clingy. I wanted her to get clingy. I wanted her to move to D.C. and be with me—to be there for Joss. I wanted it like all those summers, but permanent. However, I also knew she was starting school in the fall to become a dental assistant. Could I wait a year, do the whole long distance thing? Would she wait?
After we cleaned up, I wanted us to crawl in the bed together, but we both agreed that given Joss was going through some shit, we couldn’t let her know. So Cat went to Joss’s room, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
When I wokethe next morning, I could smell Cat’s floral scent across the pillow by my face. I smiled. I’d never had this reaction toward a woman before. Before Joss moved in, I’d brought women here for a good time, and after Joss moved in I would “work late” but I never gave a fuck that I could still smell the chick the following day. Smelling Cat the first thing in the morning was something I wanted to do on a daily basis.
As I stretched, waking, I could hear the girls were in the kitchen making lunch, their loud voices traveling down the hall. It was almost noon, and in just a few hours I’d have to bring Cat to the airport. I threw on a T-shirt and made my way to them. Cat looked up, and we smiled at each other. Never in my life had I wanted Joss to get out of the way before, but damn, I wanted to wrap Cat in my arms and kiss the ever loving shit out of her. Instead, I brushed passed her on my way to the fridge for creamer.
“Way to sleep my last day here away, 5-0.”
I smiled. “I was up late last night—or should I say this morning.”
“I wish you weren’t leaving,” Joss stated.
Both Cat and I turned to her. Her statement was normal. If she had acted normal in the last year, it wouldn’t have puzzled us, except she hadn’t. She was a buzzkill to be around. A fucking one-tone cock block.
“Yeah, Kitty Cat. I wish you were staying too.” I reached around her for a coffee cup.
“Me too,” she said, taking a plate of sandwiches to the kitchen table. “But I promised my dad I’d help out around the office this summer. He's going to finally teach me things so I can have a head start on school.”
“Maybe Joss and I can drive down. Visit Grandma and stuff,” I said, pouring lukewarm coffee in my mug. I wanted to say so much more than that but kept my mouth shut.
“I’m never going back,” Joss stated, bitterly. I turned to face her, coffee mug in hand.
Cat spoke, “Your mom mov—”
“I’m not going back!” Joss snapped and left, slamming the door of her room.
“What the fuck?” I breathed, staring at the path Joss had just left. This was a whole other level of her mood swings. She never lashed out before.
“I don’t get it.” Cat bit into her sandwich and then spoke around a mouth full of food. “She should be happy.”
I moved and sat in front of her, stealing a potato chip. “It’s because I can’t find Bryce.” At least that was what I thought. Why else would she be a fucking mess?
“Even if you could, it’s not like he can live with you guys.”
“I know. I think she just wants to make sure he’s okay.”
“I’m sure he’s fine. He’ll be ten soon, and that’s old enough to survive with that woman. Joss did.”
“Hope so.” Another salty chip crunched in my mouth. “So, last night?”
“Yeah?”
