Page 74 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

He lifted her up so that his cock slipped out of her clenching pussy. He ripped the condom off, tugged on his length with two hard strokes, and then painted her stomach with white ropes of warm, sticky cum.

“Jesus Christ,” Cross said through clenched teeth. He pulled her back into his lap, and she felt his cock throb as he smeared his cum over her skin with the head of his cock. “Way better than coming in a goddamn condom, babe.”

Catherine laughed. “Yeah, but you made a mess.”

His thumb swiped the fluid, and he lifted it up to her. She didn’t even hesitate to take his thumb in her mouth and suck it clean. The distinct taste of him was unmistakable.

It only made her hotter.

“Yeah, fuck that’s hot,” he breathed out.

Catherine grinned around his thumb before he pulled it out.

“Stay here with me for a bit, babe.”

“I have to go sometime.”

“Not yet,” he urged. “You’re going to go, and get all stuck in your head for a while. I know it, and I won’t see you. So stay.”

Catherine looked away. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. You might make this hard for us, remember? Your words, Catty, not mine. Stay.”

How could she say no?

Cross stepped out of the Porsche, and stuffed his hands into the pockets of the leather jacket. He stood at the driver’s door of the Porsche as he watched a black SUV crawl on by. The same inconspicuous SUV that had been following him wherever he went for two hours today. They’d been following him for a couple of days on and off.

The idiots probably thought they were being sneaky.

Or … not.

As the SUV passed, the passenger side window rolled down just enough to showcase a man Cross didn’t recognize. The guy had his fingers pointed at Cross in the shape of a gun. He pulled an imaginary trigger as he winked.

Then, tires squealed and the car was gone.

What the fuck was going on?

Whatever it was, Cross didn’t like it.

His gaze darted up and down the street, checking for anymore fuckers that might be on his tail. When he didn’t see any vehicles coming, and none parked that looked suspicious, he headed across the road to his parents’ home.

Inside, his mother had a coffee already waiting for him. Cross kissed Emma’s forehead as she handed it over. “How was your day, Ma?”

“Quiet,” she said.

Cross smiled, and took a drink of the coffee. He couldn’t tell if she was unhappy about that or not. His mother had always been quiet when it came to everything. She didn’t have a lot of friends, she didn’t fill her house full of guests constantly, and she had practically lived life for her children and husband. She was the best mother, though. Cross would never forget to remind her of that.

“That a good thing, or no?”

“A quiet day in this life is always a good day, my boy.”

Truth.

“Your father—Cal,” Emma quickly corrected at Cross’s frown, “is in his office.”

“Thanks, Ma.”

Emma looked at up him with sad eyes. “Are you ever going to sit down and have a proper conversation about … what happened years ago?”