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He takes me like this, slowly and softly, until we’re both shouting out our release. He releases my leg, and I hug it around his waist like the other. He stays inside me as he rolls to his back with me lying on his chest.
And that’s how we drift off to sleep.
ChapterForty-One
Hunter
Having checked the front door and all the windows, I head to the fireplace to add a few more logs. While Jimmy is no longer a threat, there are always other people who are willing to hurt you or take what you have. This has been my routine for five years, and I have no intentions of changing it.
I’m stirring the glowing ashes when my phone pings with an incoming text. I pull it out and see a message from Mathias.
Mathias: It’s done. Check the news tomorrow.
The small knot that’s been slowly getting tighter since we found out Jimmy had plans to have Terry and Howard somehow released or orchestrate their escape finally unravels.
Although the fee I paid Mathias was hefty, I owe him a bonus. Thanks to him and his contacts, we were able to find someone in the same pen who could take care of the pair. I didn’t care how it was done, I just wanted the bastards in the ground, their corpses rotting.
Despite the worry I know she still feels, I haven’t told Cat of my plans. I wanted to wait until it was finished. Now I can put that worry to rest.
Over the last month, I had Marcus search for information on Nicholas and Teresa Monroe. He didn’t find much. My father did a damn good job of making sure their lives were erased if anything happened to them. Marcus was only able to confirm that they were real and had two boys named Nicholas Cooper Monroe Junior and Hunter James Monroe. The boys were eight and two when their parents were killed in a suspected home invasion. Both boys disappeared after that.
Nothing was found about how I got to Tennessee from Chicago. Considering Thomas and Sandra moved to River Heights a few months after my parents were killed, and I was placed in my first foster home soon after, I believe they had something to do with it. I’ve gathered that my fabricated last name, St. James, comes from the middle name I was given at birth.
Marcus also managed to find a picture of my parents on their wedding day. Dressed in the finest clothes money can buy, the couple in the photo were young. They couldn’t have been older than their late teens or early twenties. Both looked happy as they smiled at the camera. What I found interesting was the protective way Dad held Mom’s barely-protruding stomach. In accordance with the date on the back, she was pregnant with their first child. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that they both loved the child she was carrying. Furthermore, I didn’t doubt their love remained strong after their second child was born.
When Jimmy was a child, he probably saw shit that wasn’t there and fell off the deep end because he wasn’t the center of attention anymore. Alternately, something happened between the time he was born and when I was born that pushed them away.
I know there’s more information out there, but I’m letting it go. The whole fucked up situation has messed with my and Cat’s lives for long enough. The last piece of the puzzle was having Terry and Howard dealt with, and now that they have been, we can put that shit to rest.
After tossing in a few small logs, I walk out of the living room and down the hallway to the bedroom in the back. We’re in a small cabin in the mountains. Cat and I bought the place years ago when Eliana was a baby. It’s over thirty miles to the nearest village and deep in the woods. I brought Cat here to get away. We both needed a reprieve.
The door creaks when I open it, and I find the room empty. The bathroom light is on, and steam billows from the open doorway. I check the fireplace and find enough wood burning to last for the next few hours. The cabin has central heating, but Cat prefers a fire. The temperatures are expected to drop into the thirties in the next few days, so I spent the afternoon chopping wood.
Reaching back, I pull my shirt over my head as I walk into the bathroom. My hands are working to remove my jeans as I watch Cat’s silhouette behind the fogged glass enclosure of the shower.
Without fail, every single fucking time I look at her, my heart rate picks up. This woman is my life, and I’d die a painful death without her.
Opening the shower door, I walk down a few steps and close it behind me. The shower is huge, big enough to fit four or more people. When we toured the cabin and Cat saw the bathroom, she spun around and demanded we buy it. Grey, black, and white tiles take up most of the walls. A stone bench sits at one end. Standing facing away from me, Cat runs a sudsy sponge down her arm as the rainfall showerhead rains water down on her. My eyes trace the pink dotted scars littering her back and my gut tightens.
Taking a step behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my chest against her back and my groin against her backside. I watch the side of her face and see her lips form a smile.
She lifts the sponge to her chest, but I take it from her. “Let me.”
As I smooth the sponge down over her breasts and taut stomach, her head falls back on my shoulder, her eyes closing. As soon as it meets the dark layer of curls above her pussy, I drop the sponge and let my hands do the work. I slip my fingers between her lips, feeling the slickness of her juices seeping out of her. My other hand moves up her stomach to palm her breast. Her tight nipple pokes my palm, and I squeeze the plumpness.
Her inaudible moan vibrates against my chest. As I slip two fingers inside, I hook them and apply pressure to her clit with the heel of my hand. I drop my lips to the crease of her neck and take little nibbling bites.
Lifting her arm, she grasps my hair, pulling my face closer while her other hand slides down my arm until her fingers mesh with mine inside her. My hard cock wedges between the soft globes of her ass, and I pump my hips.
She turns her head and lifts her chin, offering me her lips, which I readily accept. She tastes like a beautiful spring morning. I pinch her nipple and swallow her soft cry.
Without lifting my lips from hers, I reach over to a shelf and grab the bottle of lube I placed in here earlier.
I haven’t taken Cat’s ass since the first time she asked me to. I know she enjoyed it, and I damn sure want to fuck it again. I’m the one who needed time though. To come to grips that Cat may not be as sweet and innocent as I always thought she was. Sex with her has always been gentle and soft. I’m a different man when I’m with her. The stuff I did with Scarlett couldn’t be more different. I’ve always felt guilty that, other than giving her the type of pain that leaves permanent marks, I enjoyed the raw and rough way Scarlett wanted me to take her.
Before I met Cat, sex never came with feelings. I liked it that way. And I liked it hard. Flesh pounding flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Fingermarks left by a tight grip. Bites deep enough that they nearly pierce skin. A tight throat gripping the head of my cock as I force it down, using their hair to guide their movements.
Once Cat came along and completely captivated me, I could have spent the rest of my life giving it to her the way she deserved. Sweet. Loving. Tender. Soft caresses and endearing words whispered in her ear.
