Page 85 of Unruly

“Like that, babe?”

“Just like that.”

He tugged her silk robe down over her shoulders until it was gathered at her wrists. He pinned her hands to her lower back, widened his legs, and let her put her feet to the floor.

“Are you going to let me fuck you now?” he asked.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me, Cross.”

Her husband lifted her just enough that she was balanced between the hold he had on her wrists at her lower back, and her feet on the floor. It kept her maybe an inch or two off his lap, but it was enough for him to fuck her with a brutal pace that both ached and made her absolutely crazy.

He lifted and then pulled her body into his cock again and again. She didn’t have to do a damn thing but let him work her the way he knew best.

That orgasm Catherine had been so close to was fast approaching all over again. Cross simply fucked her through it without stopping.

Catherine figured this was going to be the last time she got to enjoy Cross like this for a little while. At least, until things calmed down, and she was back home again.

Cross probably knew it, too.

She tossed her head back, and sucked in air, needing it for her burning lungs and overheated body. Shit, she just wanted to come again.

“Harder,” she managed to whisper.

Cross obliged.

He always did.

“Hey, Haven.”

Andino Marcello’s wife passed Catherine a smile as she handed over a cell phone to the ten-year-old girl sitting beside her on the bench. The young woman was the same age as Catherine, but that was where the similarities ended.

Haven, a blue-eyed, blonde beauty, had lived a life far removed from the one Catherine grew up in. For the most part …

“Catherine,” Haven greeted.

“How’ve you been?”

“Tired,” Haven replied with a laugh.

“I bet.”

Two kids could do that to a person.

Not to mention, Haven was heavily pregnant again.

In fact, Andino had pretty much managed to keep his wife pregnant from about a year after the moment she said “I do” one quiet afternoon. Haven seemed to like it, though.

To each their own …

“Maria, go play with the girls, huh?” Haven said.

The ten-year-old nodded, and darted off to play with the other girls. Compared to Haven’s daughters’ light complexion, blonde hair, and blue eyes—all of which they took from their mother—Maria’s tawny skin tone, russet eyes, and black hair really set her apart from the others. Compliments of her Hispanic heritage. Most people assumed the girl was adopted because she spent so much time with Haven and Andino’s family, but that wasn’t the case. Maria’s mother was simply a very good friend of Haven’s—close friends.

Catherine knew part of the truth … and that’s why she had come to Haven today.