What…what the hell happened to my Cat?
“I look ridiculous, don’t I? I can look at your face and tell. Mama made me dress like this.” She fingers the material of the pink, gauzy skirt and crinkles her nose. “Hell, I don’t even like pink. You know that. Everyone should know that. If they would only listen, damn it!”
She starts to pace. “I mean, look at you. You can’t even talk. I look so damn awful you can’t even talk.” She smacks a hand to her forehead. “I mean, what the hell am I going to do? It’s too late to change now.”
I open my mouth, and then close it abruptly.
My Cat. My Cat is simply breathtaking.
I can no longer deny that attraction that tugged at me in the garage. I’ve tried so hard,
but my head and dick are no longer at war. My dick wins easily. Well, along with my heart.
Now, with her tits spilling out of this dress, and the way her hourglass figure is
emphasized, I have only one thought.I want to hold her, kiss her, fuck the hell out of her, but most of all love her.
I stop her pacing with a hand to her shoulder. My heart is beating fast.
“Stop, Kitty Cat.” She does stop and turns to me. I caress the side of her face and her dark blue eyes widen. I’ve always told her she’s a princess. She hates when I do it, but to me she is. Today, her cheeks are extra rosy from the makeup and her lips are a dark red.Just perfect for kissing.
“Do I look awful, Tor?” She licks her lips nervously.
She’s the only one that calls me Tor. I was nicknamed Tornado because I was born during one. My Mama also first called me that becauseI was always a whirlwind, and she was never able to catch me once I got going. Cat thinks it’s a ridiculous name and always calls me Tor. I hate my given name of Trent. It’s a rich boy name, not one I should be associated with. I guess at one time, my parents had high hopes for me.
I run my finger lightly over her cheek again. “No, Kitty Cat. You don’t. You look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
I put my hand under her chin. She watches me with those wide eyes.
“So damn beautiful that I’m going to kiss you now, Cat. Kiss you hard and good.”
“Kiss me?” she asks in a soft voice. Her body moves subtly closer to mine and I take that as a sign of agreement.
“Yep, if you don’t want it, now’s the time to stop me,” I murmur in a husky voice.
Instead, she tugs me closer by the lapels of the stupid jacket her Mama made me wear. “Kiss me, Tor. Kiss me now.”
So, I do. It’s a kiss of teenage passion, all lips and tongue, and I groan. She tastes sweeter than anything. I want more of her. I have to have more of her.
I finally pull away and put my forehead to hers. We’re both breathing heavily. “Tonight, Cat. Tonight, I’m coming to your room.”
Her eyes have darkened to navy by the time I pull away and open the pantry door. “Tonight,” she says dreamily.
I nod my head. “That’s my girl.”
That night, I watch her dance with other guys while jealousy roils in my gut. She looks over at me occasionally with a helpless expression on her face. I know her Mama and Daddy are forcing her to dance with these yokels, but it still hurts.
But later…later that night, she’ll be mine.
I don’t realize it at the time, but the whole time I’m watching my Cat dance the night away, someone else is watching me.
Chapter One
Cat
I miss the way he made me feel special. I may never feel that way again. -Cat
Five years later
