Page 147 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Whatever she wanted.

His fingers were quickly replaced by his cock. He didn’t even give Catherine a chance to realize what was happening before he yanked her back onto his dick. All nine inches of him sunk into her pussy, and then he was pulling right back out again. He slammed back in without a pause, and with enough force to make Catherine’s fingers dig into the leather of the bench to keep her steady.

“Shit,” Catherine stuttered out.

“Fucking take it, babe. It’s what you wanted.”

“Cross.”

There it was; her sweet, high cries that he loved the very most.

His pace was brutal—no holds barred.

Catherine only begged for more.

He found heaven and home when he was balls deep in Catherine. He found the best music came spilling from her lips when she cried his name and panted her way through another orgasm. He found the prettiest art was made by his handprints on her ass and his fingerprints on her hips when he yanked her into every thrust.

She was life to him.

She was his life.

“I’m surprised you came over this morning,” Calisto said.

Cross looked up from the Guns and Ammo magazine in his hands. “Why?”

“Because I’ve called you three times this week—and last night—but you ignore my calls.”

“If you needed something, you would get Wolf to call me. That’s what you do.”

“I don’t seem to have any other choice where you’re concerned at the moment, son.”

Cross shrugged. “I didn’t have anything to say, so I didn’t pick up the phone.”

“Yet here you sit.”

“Thank Catherine.”

Calisto raised a brow high. “I beg your pardon?”

“I’m here because of Catherine.”

“Again—”

“I was in bed with her when you called last night. She told me to stop ignoring you; you’re my father, she said, and I was acting like a child.”

Calisto cleared his throat. “Well, then.”

“Sometimes she gets shit right,” Cross muttered, “even when I don’t like it.”

“Women do tend to have that advantage over us.”

“So it seems. And here I am.”

“She’s been at your place for how long, now?”

“A week,” Cross answered. “Before you ask, yes, Dante knows. No, I haven’t seen him. I don’t care if I ever do at the moment, but I am sure it is coming.”

“I wasn’t going to ask, but thanks for letting me know. You told her, then?”