by Sable Hunter
When she came up for air, Cato was surprised to see a nurse standing there with a shocked but amused look on her face. “Well, you’re one lucky woman. I guess prescribing bed rest for you would be a bit redundant.”
Cato didn’t know what to say, she just smiled. She was lucky.
* * *
Heath stood back and watched Cato interact with his family. Even though she had been injured, she sat with Philip and Zane, giving them information on sources of San Saba information. “Here’s a list of books, diaries, letters and whom to contact to find out who has been in to view them. In most libraries where these special collections were held, they’re guarded with great care and housed in special rooms where the temperature and humidity are carefully controlled. Anyone who views these works has to sign in and furnish a form of official identification. Most, if not all, of these rooms are monitored with cameras.”
“Bingo,” Zane said as he realized they, at last, might have a way of finding out a clue to the man whose identity could clear Philip of murder.
Pepper and Ryder had seen to it that everyone was fed. The remnants of the weekend had been cleaned up and the house and grounds had been put aright. He had spent time with Philip, just letting him talk, thanking God he was alive and they had a chance to straighten this shit out. Next, he planned on holding Cato all night and letting her know how grateful he was that she hadn’t been killed.
When everyone started to head to their own rooms, he held out his hand to Cato. “Ready to call it a night?”
“No, but I’m ready to go to bed with you.” She smiled at him mischievously. “And not to sleep. While we’re together, I hope to be able to try at least five or six different positions with you.”
“Five or six?” He leaned over and gave her a playful nip on the neck. “Let’s try to double that number.”
“I want to try cowgirl.” Cato announced as Heath opened the door to his room.
It took him a second or two to realize what she was talking about. And when he did, Heath had two reactions—he laughed and got hard, all in the same breath. “You wanna be on top, huh. How about toys?”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “I don’t need any toys. Your body is all I need. I’d never tire of it.” Cato began unbuttoning his shirt, licking her lip as she did so and making daring promises with her eyes.
“God, you’re something else, baby. I love the way you look. I love the way you talk to me. God, I love the way you want me.” Heath was shaking with desire.
Cato almost made it, but she was impatient. With a hard jerk, she opened his shirt the rest of the way, scattering three or four buttons on the floor. “I do want you, cowboy.”
She made a hungry little noise and began to kiss him, taking his lower lip between her teeth, then licking a tiny trail down his neck and pressing her tits against his chest. Heath rubbed her back, long desperate strokes while she petted his pecs, scraping her nails down his sides. Grasping her face, he made her look at him. “You are so damn hot.”
“I can’t wait for you to take me.” Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, she stepped out of her shoes. “Help me,” she implored.
Together they rid each other of their clothes, tossing them left and right until both were naked. “Cato, I love to look at you and know no one has seen this body but me.” Heath skimmed his palms over her breasts, pushing them together and playing with her nipples.
“No one,” she murmured, “just you.” Grabbing his hand she brought it between her legs. “Feel how much I want you.”
Heath let his fingers delve into her soft pussy, rejoicing at the silky, slick cream he found. He dragged his fingers back and forth, swirling around her clit until she came up on her tiptoes and whimpered.
“Please, please, Heath,” she begged.
“God, yes, I burn for you, Cato.” Without warning her, he took her by the waist and lifted. She gasped and stared at him, questioningly. “Wrap your legs around me.”
“I’m too heavy,” she moaned.
“Stop. You’re perfect for me.” Heath held her by the hips. “Guide me in.”
Cato was hung up on the ‘perfect for me,’ but she wanted him too much not to do as he asked. Taking his hard staff in her hand, she brought it to her sheathe and pushed toward it. When she did, Heath groaned, tightened his grasp on her bottom and thrust forward. The sensation of his thick cock spearing inside of her, filling her so completely, made Cato sob his name. “Oh yes, Heath!”
He slid his hands down to cup the round globes of her ass, lifting her up and down on his rigid, throbbing cock. “So good, baby.” He locked his gaze to hers, a fierce gleam in his eye. Every movement of his member being caressed and squeezed by the hot wet walls of her vagina sent ripples of pleasure coursing through his body.
Cato held on, caressing his shoulders, tracing the ridges of his muscles, loving the feel of his firm, smooth flesh beneath her fingertips. She wanted more, to be closer, yearned to merge herself to him in every way possible. Tightening her legs around his waist, she anchored herself to him, tilting her pelvis to urge him deeper and began moving with him.
Heath bent to take one of Cato’s nipples in his mouth, his tongue circling the tender bud, coaxing it to harden and pucker with arousal. Taking it between his lips, he sucked it into his mouth, scraping the tip with his teeth, making her pant. He wanted to give her the ultimate pleasure. He wanted to make her scream with abandon. Gripping her ass, he undulated his hips, grinding his groin against her pussy.
His reward was a high keening sound of ecstasy from Cato. “I don’t think I can wait…”
Heath didn’t want her to wait. He wanted her to take her pleasure, so he slammed in, pulled out, hammering spasmodically into the softest, sweetest pussy he’d ever fucked.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted as the fluttering started deep in her womb. A wave of ecstasy began to build that made Cato clutch Heath, her nails biting into his flesh. She didn’t try to watch his face, she couldn’t. “More, more, harder, harder—fuck me, oh God, fuck me!” she screamed. Heath turned, leaned her against the wall and nailed her, pounding into her soft, yielding flesh with everything he had.
Cato’s release flooded her. She arched her neck, feeling the incredible explosion of electric current as it danced over every nerve ending. Pleasure bloomed, spreading out from between her thighs, down her legs, making her toes curl. Her nipples were diamond hard points of aching sensation and Heath just seemed to know what to do. He didn’t slow, he didn’t stop. He made her take him, again and again, over and over. Leaning down, he tongued her nipples, milking them with his lips, causing Cato to shake and jerk with the most delicious climax of her life.
Watching her cum, Heath found himself moving closer to the edge, pumping frantically, relishing the way her pussy was milking his cock. He wanted it to last forever, but he also craved the overwhelming paralyzing euphoria of letting go.
Cato couldn’t stop shaking. Nothing had ever prepared her for the incredible consuming elation of being taken by a man like Heath. The only thing better than what she was feeling would be watching him fly apart, watching him explode and knowing she had given him the pleasure. “Cum for me, Heath. Let me see you cum.” She framed his face and gave him her body, loving every pounding, jarring thrust.
She was driving him insane—her luscious curves, her tight pussy, the way she welcomed him, the whole-hearted, greedy response of her body to whatever he wanted to do. God, this was a woman. No experience Heath had ever had even came close.
“That’s right, baby, fuck me.”
“God, Cato, you’re driving me insane,” he groaned as he began coming, flooding her with his seed. His release jetted up inside of her, and still he kept driving into her, seeking to go deeper, harder, dominate and conquer.
“Yes! I’m coming again!” she screamed, grasping him with her whole body, kissing his neck. Scraping the tendons with her teeth, she left her mark. Heath strained against her, his body pulsing
within hers.
They remained still, holding one another, letting their breathing slow, the afterglow warm and vibrant as tiny quivers and sparks of pleasure kept thrumming through their bodies. Finally, Heath eased back, picking her up and walking to the bed. He sat down and looked into her eyes. “Are you okay? We never made it to the bed.”
“Until now.” Cato giggled. “I’m more than okay, I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are.” He hugged her to him, feeling things he never expected to feel.
“I’m tired.” She yawned.
Edging back, Heath pulled them down and got them under the covers. He pulled her close and she cuddled against him, molding her body to his like it belonged there. A sense of peace enveloped Heath and he closed his eyes.
Sleeping next to Cato was a treat. For lack of a better word, she burrowed into the mattress and kept one hand on him at all times—somewhere—his arm, his shoulder, his thigh. Several times during the night, he’d turned and watched her sleep. Like he’d promised, Heath had kept the light on and he was glad. Once she woke from a dream and stirred, saying his name and he’d been able to tell her that it was okay, all was well and he was there. She’d gone right back to sleep, her hand on his chest.
Just before dawn, he’d drifted off again and didn’t awaken until the bright rays of the sun danced across his face. It was morning.
And the bed was empty.
Dammit! Where was she? “Cato!”
“I’m here.” She was at the foot of the bed, dressed, looking straight at him. “I’m leaving for work.”
“I don’t think you should go to work yet.” He sat up, running his fingers through his hair.
“I need to. I’m feeling fine, just a little sore and no headache.” She gave him a brilliant smile. “Thank you for everything. I enjoyed it all, especially you. You look sexy in the mornings.”
“You’re welcome. Come here.” He beckoned and she went to him, kissing him tenderly on the lips. “So, where are we going on our next date?”
Relief swept over her. He did want to see her again! “It’s a surprise and I have to get on the preparations today.”
“Mysterious.” He held her hand as she moved off, their fingers holding until the last possible moment. “I can’t wait. When?”
“Saturday, if you’re free.”
“I’m all yours.” He grinned.
“Okay, I’ll text you as soon as I have the details ironed out.” Cato’s head was spinning. She had a great idea, but this was something new for her, so she wasn’t sure what all would be involved. But the photograph of Heath standing in a field with the sky behind him full of hot air balloons had inspired her.
“Give me your phone.” She reached in her handbag and gave it to him. In a few seconds, he’d entered his number. “Now, give me yours.” She did and he put her on his contact list. “Now, kiss me.” Walking up between his legs, she hugged him and their lips met. It was a soft kiss, a gentle rubbing of their lips and mingling of their breaths. “How about I drive you home and get Ten to come pick me up.”
“No, you have things to do and I’m a big girl.” She kissed him on the top of the head.
“You’re a sexy girl.” Touching her face, he sighed his resignation. “Okay, you be safe going home and call me when you get there.”
Cato’s heart raced. “Okay, I’ll do that.”
He cared!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“What do you want me to say, Tennessee?” Molly whispered. “The baby is yours and I’m glad he is.”
“He?”
“Yes, he.”
Tennessee could hear Molly choke back sobs. God, he hated this. How did things get so screwed-up? “We need to meet and discuss how all of this is going to work.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
She spoke so low, Tennessee had to strain to hear her. “Why? He won’t let you come?”
“There is no he! There is no one else. There never was!”
Her emphatic words just sank in his heart like a stone. “I know better. I have proof, Molly.”
“No, you don’t, Tennessee.” She sighed. “But that’s what you believe and there isn’t anything I can do or say to change your mind. Is there?”
“I don’t trust you, Molly,” he said harshly.
“I know.”
She sounded so sad, for a moment Tennessee wondered if he had it all wrong. But only for a moment. He had proof, irrefutable proof of his wife’s infidelity. “Can you blame me?”
“No, no,” she spoke with great remorse. “I don’t blame you. I know exactly who’s responsible.”
“Yea, you,” he spat the words out, pacing across the floor of the living room.
“I gotta go, Ten.” Shaking her head as if to dispel her pain, Molly conceded there would be no avoiding him. “Let me know when and where you want to meet and I’ll be there.”
“I guess you’re busy shopping and going to clubs.” Visions of how he and Molly used to be tortured Tennessee. He could still remember her laughter, her kiss, how much he’d love to hold her at night, take long walks and even longer showers. Until…she’d betrayed him.
“Yea, I’m busy shopping, you’ve got that right.” Molly pushed her damp bangs off her forehead.
“Order up!” the cook bellowed.
“Look, I’ve got to go, Ten. Take care of yourself.” Molly put the cheap trac-phone in her pocket and picked up the plates of food to carry out to the hungry men at table eight. God, she was tired.
* * *
Cato arrived at Tebow Ranch about six in the evening. She’d left work early and ran to the Domain to find the perfect baby gifts for Libby’s twins. The tiny outfits made Cato smile just thinking about them. While she was there, she’d also picked up a welcome home gift for Isaac and Avery who had returned from their honeymoon just the day before. Of course, she’d called ahead, making sure it would be okay to come over for a few minutes.
Climbing out of the jeep, she grabbed the brightly colored bags and almost skipped to the porch. As she started up the steps, she noticed Nathan and his girl sitting in the swing at the far end. Cato waved at them and the youngest McCoy rose and came toward her with a smile. “Hi, Miss Vincent. How are you?”
“I’m good. What are you two up to?” She went with Nathan down to speak to Tina. Cato noticed her wheelchair sat to one side.
“We’re talking about what subjects we’re going to take next year.” Tina offered. “I get to go back to school. I missed the final few weeks of the semester because of the wreck.” She motioned toward her legs.
“Tina’s been in rehab, and she’s better.” Nathan announced proudly.
“That’s wonderful!” Cato exclaimed.
“Yes, hopefully I will be out of this chair by the first day of class.”
Nathan pointed behind Cato. She whirled around and right into Avery’s waiting embrace. “Come into this house, girl.” The new bride hugged her tight. “How are you?”
“I’m good. How was the honeymoon?”
Avery grasped her arm. “Let’s get away from the minors and I’ll tell you.” Cato saw Nathan and Tina cast shy glances at one another.
“See you two later,” she called to the young couple. “Here, I got you and Isaac a gift. Something to prolong the honeymoon.”
“Give me that!” Avery grabbed it and pulled out a box. “What is this?” she squealed. “A game!”
“Romantic Sensations, it’s a game you can play that leads to…sex.” Cato hoped she hadn’t overstepped.
“Isaac will eat this up.” Avery flipped it over and started to read the instructions.
“I got one…” She almost said for her and Heath, then she remembered he didn’t really want his family to know about their fling. “I got one for you because I hope your honeymoon lasts forever.”
“Awwww.” Avery hugged her. “Thank you. I’m married to a sexually insatiable Dom, but this looks like something we’ll both enjoy. I love it! Thank you so much.”<
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“So, where did you go?”
Avery opened the door and allowed Cato to walk in. When they could face one another again, she answered, “Isaac took me to Fiji and we stayed on the beach. Actually, we stayed in a house built on stilts in the water. The water was the bluest blue and the sunsets were unbelievable—and so was the sex.” Avery winked at Cato.
“I’m so happy for you.”
“Look.” Avery touched Cato’s arm.
Turning, she saw Libby coming toward her with both arms full—of babies! “Oh, my God! Let me see!” Cato went to meet them and couldn’t believe how cute they were. “Oh, let me hold one, please.”
“Sure, let’s go to the couch and you can try them both out.” All three girls sat down and Libby handed over one of the bundles of joy to Cato. “This is Colt.”
Cato couldn’t take her eyes off the sweet little boy. “He’s beautiful with the darkest blue eyes. Look at him smile.” She leaned over and kissed his baby soft cheek. “I want one just like you,” she couldn’t help but whisper.
“Don’t ignore Jordan.” Libby passed Colt’s brother over and Avery took possession of Colt.
“I’d never ignore Jordan. He’s so handsome.” She smiled at the little man, completely entranced. “They’re not identical, are they?” She looked from one baby to another.
“No, they’re not.” Libby laughed. “Aron says Colt looks like him and Jordan looks like my side of the family, but I think they both look like McCoys. Don’t you?”
“I think they’re both absolutely perfect.” Cato hugged Jordan and giggled when he squirmed. “He’s yelling, isn’t he?”
“To the top of his lungs.” Avery laughed. “That’s okay, he’s not crying, he’s just protesting.”
“Oh!” Cato remembered their gifts. “Here, I got these for the boys.”
Libby pulled out the outfits and declared them gorgeous. “I’ll make sure they wear these to church next Sunday.”
