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“What in the world did you do to your hand?” she asks, lifting it closer to get a better look.
“Nothing,” I say, trying again to unwrap my wife from her robe.
She lets my wrist go and bats my other hand away from the belt I’m tugging on. Pressing her palms against my chest, she pushes me back enough for her to stand. Reclaiming my wrist, she pulls me behind her to the bathroom, then I’m shoved down on the closed toilet.
The whole time, I watch Cat with a smirk. I’m more than capable of taking care of my hand and was intending to do just that after I got her into bed, but I let her do her thing. It’s not the first time she’s treated my wounds, and it won’t be the last.
She leaves me long enough to grab a first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet before returning. She bumps her legs against my knees, and I widen them so she can fit herself between them. A deep V forms on her forehead as she picks up my hand to inspect it.
“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” she says quietly.
“I’m not hurt, baby.” I flex my fingers to show her I’m not in any pain.
“Stop that,” she grumbles, reaching for a pair of tweezers.
As she begins plucking out the small grains of grit and splinters of wood embedded in the open cuts, I drop my eyes to her chest. While I hadn’t managed to untie the belt of her robe, I did loosen it enough that a small amount of cleavage peeks through the parted material. There is no part of Cat that I love more than the others. Every fucking inch of her is perfect. But seeing the hidden valley between her breasts makes my mouth water. I want to bury my face there and never come up for air.
While she concentrates on her task, I lift my other hand to the back of her thigh. After a brief pause at my touch, she continues working. Slowly, I inch my palm up her smooth leg, my gaze already shifted to her face to watch her. Satisfaction fills me when her lips slightly part and her breathing comes a little faster. She doesn’t look away from my hand, seemingly still focused on cleaning my knuckles, but she can’t hide the fact that what I’m doing is getting to her.
I stop my hand when I reach the curve of her ass and chuckle when a barely audible whimper slips past her lips.
Her eyes move to me and her tongue darts out to lick the corner of her mouth. “Behave,” she mumbles.
Flashing her a wicked grin, I don’t respond verbally. Instead my hand continues its trek north, over the little silk panties covering her ass.
“Hunter,” she whines breathlessly.
“Continue what you’re doing, Cat,” I tell her.
Flattening her lips, determination enters her eyes and she drops them back to my hand.
Reaching the top of her panties, I wiggle my fingers underneath the band and slide them over one of her luscious ass cheeks. Her breath catches and her eyes flutter when my finger trails down the line of her ass crack. I’ve never taken Cat’s ass before. Not because I haven’t wanted to, but because she hasn’t shown any interest in the carnal act. It’s not something I need from her, so I’ve never pressed her for it.
Unbidden, an image of Scarlett on her knees in front of me, my cock buried deep in her tight little asshole, flashes through my mind. I force the image away, unwilling to let my experiences with the two women mix together. Cat is who I’m with right now, and she deserves every bit of my attention.
Sliding past her back hole, my fingers encounter the slick juices seeping from Cat’s pussy. My cock, which is already trying to punch a hole through my slacks, jerks, begging to be set free. I slip just the tip of my middle finger inside her, the ring of her entrance clenching me tight.
Cat stops pretending she’s still cleaning my hand and curls her fingers around my shoulder, her nails biting into the flesh.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, then hold back a grin when she glares at me.
“You know why,” she growls in the only way my pretty little Cat can growl.
One of my brows angles up. “Do you want me to stop?” I wiggle the tip of my finger inside her.
“No!” The word comes out in a rush and this time I can’t hide my grin.
“Then continue. We don’t want it to get infected, do we?”
Sometimes I can be an asshole, even though it’s done in fun.
Cat wiggles her shoulders, likes she loosening them before a fight, and blows out a breath. The action draws a chuckle from me, but she ignores it.
After dropping the tweezers on the counter, she grabs a cotton swab and soaks it in alcohol. I barely register the sting when she begins dabbing it over my knuckles.
Pulling my finger from her slick pussy, I drag it back up her ass crack, momentarily pressing the pad against her other hole, curious to see her reaction. Her breath stutters and her eyes flutter closed. Hmm… Maybe she wouldn’t be as opposed to anal as I thought.
I slip my hand out of her panties. The plea barely has time to form on her lips before it’s quickly replaced with a sigh of relief when I begin sliding her panties down her legs. They stop at her knees.
