Healing Cathy

by Kasey Belle

  She used her free hand to massage his balls, gently rolling and tugging on them.

  “I’m close, kitten. Pull off.”

  No way in hell. She wanted this. She wanted to taste him, all of him. He tugged on her hair and she grabbed on to his hips. Letting him know she had no plans to give up her prize.

  “Topping from the bottom will get you spanked.”

  She smiled around his cock. Bring it on big man.

  He cupped the back of her head. “I’m going to… I’m… Fuck! Yes! Take it all, kitten.”

  His cock pulsed and the first stream of cum shot across her tongue. His flavor bursting on her taste buds. She continued to swallow until his orgasm stopped. She cleaned him before he pulled his softening cock from between her lips.

  He collapsed in front of her, grabbed her, and hugged her to his chest. “Thank you, mate. That was the best fucking blow job I have ever had in my entire life.”

  She pulled back to look at him. Surely he was teasing. There was nothing but honesty in his eyes. “Seriously?”

  “Oh yeah.” He palmed her cheeks and kissed her, fiercely.

  ****

  Paul helped Cathy up and reached over to turn the water off. He grabbed a towel from the warming bar and wrapped it around his mate before doing the same for himself. Gods, he wanted her. He looked down at his tented towel. His dick was a greedy bastard.

  Cathy’s moan caught his attention. How did she expect him to behave and give her time to rest if, she kept looking at his towel covered erection like it was a steak dinner?

  He growled and grabbed her by the shoulders. He traced her lips with his tongue and she opened so sweetly for him. Paul cupped her ass, lifted her up, and Cathy wrapped her legs around his waist as he intended. He carried her over to the bathroom counter and set her on the empty space between the sink and wall.

  Paul chastised himself for being a pig. He had claimed her several times last night and knew she must be sore. However, he couldn’t stop himself from taking her again, especially after what she did to him in the shower. If her racing pulse and scent of her arousal was any indication, she didn’t want him to stop either. He stepped in between her legs, ran his hands up her inner thighs to her bare pussy. He had no trouble slipping a finger into her core, filling her. He watched his finger, coated with her arousal, move in and out of her. Fucking gorgeous. Her head fell back on her shoulders. Paul shifted Cathy forward until her luscious ass was lined up with the edge of the counter. His cock was ready to explode and his mate was more than ready for him. His finger could attest to that.

  He added a second finger, filling her even more, drawing out her juices, coating his palm.

  “More,” she breathed, tilting her head to look at him. Her eyes were glazed over with passion. “Please. Now, please,” she begged.

  He placed the pad of his thumb on the swollen nub of her clit and held her tightly with his other arm when her hips bucked off the counter. “Oh, my God.”

  One touch to her clit and she came. She was so fucking responsive to his touch. Her vaginal muscles clamped around his fingers. He continued to pump them into her, prolonging her orgasm. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to feel those tiny muscles working his dick before he went out of his mind. He withdrew his fingers, grasped the base of his cock, guiding it to her slick folds, and watched the thick purple head disappear into her wet, and oh-so-fucking-tight pussy. She groaned as he took possession of her body. He wished she was ovulating. An uncontrollable need to impregnate her seized him at the thought of making a cub with her. The image of her growing round with his child had him wanting to shoot his load. Paul thrust into her, catching her screams with his kiss. He held still and waited for her to adjust to his penetration.

  “That’s it, kitten. All of me, inside of you, always.” He felt as if he were two seconds away from his head blowing off, okay both heads, big and little. He stayed motionless, waiting for her to let him know she was ready. He would not hurt her to satisfy his own need. When she wiggled against him, urging him to move, he nearly wept with joy. She moaned, “Please.”

  He withdrew and slammed back home. “Aw fuck, kitten. You feel so goddamned good.” He panted and tried to hold off his orgasm, an all but impossible task when she was gripping him like a vice. Fuck it. “This is going to be fast and furious. The things you do to me.”

  “Yes, yes. Fuck me hard and fast. You won’t hurt me I swear. I need to feel you, please Paul.”

  He buried his face against her neck and shoulder. His mouth watering in anticipation of tasting her blood again. His canines dropped as he slammed into her pussy again and again. Her cries filled the tiny room. She dug her nails into his ass, he groaned, and nearly came. He opened his mouth where her shoulder met her neck and pressed long, sharpened incisors against the soft, tender skin, and bit down piercing her flesh once again. With one last thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and coated her womb his seed. His wolf howled in joy as he claimed her once more with his teeth and his cock, marking her with his bite and his seed. Her cunt clamped down on him, she threw her head back, and screamed his name as she came.

  They stayed there wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, as they both tried to calm their racing hearts.

  “Are you alright, mate?”

  “Wow,” she breathed in response.

  He chuckled against her neck. He licked the mark, using the healing properties in his saliva to close the wounds. “Yes, wow.”

  Chapter 24

  Bud sat at the bar nursing his beer in a dive just outside of Henley. He had plans to make. He had to figure out how to get Cathy and his kid before the law caught up to him. It was only a matter of time before someone recognized him or that sheriff found out he was around. The longer he stayed on this side of the border, the more dangerous for him. Once he grabbed that cunt and his son, he’d hop over to Mexico. He would kill her there, take his son, and disappear. The boy needed his father. Cathy was raising him to be a pussy like Bud’s brother Jamie. It was Bud’s duty to see to it that Luke was raised to be a real man.

  A sexy giggle drew his attention to the table in the corner. Bud was glad he turned to look when the sexy thing stood and headed to the bathroom. She was built like an Amazon. Tall, curvy, long, dark hair. Man, the things he would do to that body. She wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. Look at me, sugar, look at me. A smiled curved his lips when she looked in his direction and immediately lowered her eyes submissively. His cock hardened instantly. Damn! He could tell she would be a good fuck by the way she moved.

  Bud wanted her, and he wanted her now. He needed to take the edge off. All he had to do was get her away from the fucktard in the corner. Bud studied him. It shouldn’t be too hard to accomplish, considering the way, the dude was eyeing all the other snatch in the room. Fucktard either wasn’t with the Amazon or he didn’t give a shit about her.

  Bud grabbed his beer and headed after his first piece of ass since that cunt got him arrested. Bud leaned against the wall across from the women’s bathroom door and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. He looked up when he heard the door open. He loved the wide-eyed shock and uncertainty in her eyes when she saw him waiting for her.

  Bud gave her his best good-old-boy smile. He knew he was good looking, had been told he was the All-American poster boy, tall, blonde, and handsome. He never minded using it to his advantage either.

  She stopped half-in, half-out of the bathroom doorway. “Um, hello?”

  She lowered her eyes again. His cocked pulsed in anticipation. He made a conscious effort to look nervous and thicken his accent. Coming across as non-threatening was key in these types of situations. By the time she figured out he wasn’t, it was too late for her. “Hello, sugar. I’m sorry if I startled you. I don’t normally do this sort of thing. I saw you when I was at the bar, and well, I thought you were just about the prettiest thing I ever saw. I wanted to introduce myself and maybe see if you’d let me buy you a drink.”
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  “Oh, well I was sitting with someone, already.”

  “Yeah, I saw. I didn’t think you were together though, considering.”

  She cocked her head to the side. “Considering what?”

  “The way he eyed all the other women when you left the table.” Her eyes narrowed. Gotcha! Looking apologetic he continued. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s none of my business.” He hid a smile when she reached out to stop him.

  “I’m not really with him. I just met him. I appreciate you saying something. I’d just be another notch with him.”

  Me, too, bitch. “Maybe, you’d let me buy you that drink, you know, because you’re so grateful and all.”

  She giggled coyly. “Maybe.”

  Bud watched her glare at the man in corner before sitting next to him. He looked at the, now unhappy, man again, blonde and around Bud’s size. Looked like she had a type and he was definitely going to take advantage of that.

  He motioned to the bartender. “I’ll have another beer and whatever the lady is having.” He turned to his new companion and held out his hand. “I’m Bud, by the way.”

  Looking embarrassed she took his hand. “I guess you can tell I don’t normally do this. I’m Mina.”

  He couldn’t tell if her statement was a lie or not. However, since most women were born liars, he assumed she was no different. If she wasn’t well, either way, he would soon be teaching her the error of her ways.

  As he suspected, it took fucktard in the corner less than five minutes to come over and confront, Mina. He wedged himself in between her and Bud and leaned in to intimidate her. Bud snorted in derision. Fucker didn’t know who he was messing with.

  “I already bought you a drink, Mina. What are you doing with him? I thought you were going home with me.”

  “I don’t think things are going to work out, Steve. I changed my mind about tonight.”

  Bud didn’t need to see her to know her pretty brown eyes were lowered submissively. He could tell by her meek tone. She was either a true submissive or she was good at faking it.

  “But you’re going to go home with him?” Steve gestured at Bud with his thumb.

  “Hey buddy. I don’t like what you’re inferring. You shouldn’t speak to a lady that way.”

  Mina glanced around Steve and sent Bud a smile of appreciation. Oh, he was so taking her back to his hotel room, but Steve the fucktard didn’t need to know that. Maybe he would be generous and buy the guy a beer, considering the man helped him out by acting like a possessive dick and basically calling her whore. Rule number one, fucktard, never come right out and call them a whore, even if they are one. At least, not until you have them where you want them, then you can do as you please.

  “I don’t think it would be wise to go with you, Steve. I have to head to Copper Creek early.”

  Copper Creek, well this situation kept getting better by the second.

  Fucktard growled and stalked away towards his corner table. Bud didn’t believe for a minute it was going to be that easy.

  “So, darlin, did I hear you right? Did you say you were heading to Copper Creek?”

  “I did.”

  “Well, ain’t this a small world. I happen to be heading there myself. I sure hope your reasons are much happier than mine are.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “My wife is there, with some other guy and I was hoping to go there and get her to come back to me.”

  She stared at him in disbelief. “Really. That’s the reason I’m going there, except it’s the other way around, I mean. My boyfriend is there with another woman. She probably manipulated him or something because he’s such a good person.”

  “I’m sure he is, if he was with a sweet thing like you.”

  She lowered her eyes and smiled coyly. “Thank you. He thinks he can’t give me what I need, but he can. He thinks we aren’t compatible, but we are. I would make a great sheriff’s wife. He’ll see.”

  Bud didn’t bother to hide his smile. Damn, the gods really did love him. Even they knew he was better than everyone else and deserved great rewards.

  He cleared his throat and injected just enough hope in his voice to make it believable, he asked, “Your boyfriend wouldn’t happen to be Sheriff Paul Creed, would he?”

  “How did you know?”

  “Cuz that’s who my wife is with.”

  “Your wife is with Paul?” She looked at him with a sad smile, “I guess both our situations are sad for the same reason.”

  “Yeah.” He had her, now all he had to do was reel her in. “Maybe we could help each other out. Oh wait, you’re heading there tomorrow. I need a few days to make plans first. You see, she took my boy. It’s more him I want back, then her.”

  “That’s not right.”

  “No it ain’t. But, like I said, you’re heading there in the morning and I can’t so… I guess it’s not a good idea. I wasn’t thinking.”

  Bud glanced back at fucktard and the guy glared at him. Bud had more than one plan to make, same height, same build. No one would look for Bud if they thought he was dead. A soft hand on his forearm pulled his attention back to woman sitting next to him.

  “So, you don’t want your wife back, just your son?”

  He shook his head and did his best to look guilty. “Honestly, I don’t care what happens to her. I know that sounds bad. I swear I’m a nice guy. I ain’t like that, but she took my son. I’d like to punish her for that and I would, if it weren’t against the law.”

  Mina giggled. She leaned in and whispered, “Sounds to me like she needs to be taken in hand and given a little domestic discipline.”

  “What’s that mean? You think I could get her to mind me?” Like he didn’t know. He tried that already, the cunt was untrainable.

  Mina’s eyes dilated, and she licked her lips. “Maybe you’re right. We could help each other out. I want my boyfriend back and you want your son back. Every child needs a mother. I could show you how to get her to act right.”

  “You would do that for me? You don’t mind stalling your plans to teach me a few tricks?”

  “If you help me get my sheriff back. I’ll help you get your wife and boy back. We need some place private.”

  “I’m staying at the motel down the road. We could go there if you feel comfortable with that, darlin’.”

  She tilted her chin and met his eyes at unspoken challenge. “I’m not afraid.”

  “You want to ride with me?”

  “I’ve got my own car out front.”

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to his room. “Here you, go sweet thing. Why don’t you head on over to the motel? I’ll settle up the tab and meet you there.”

  She didn’t say a word, climbed off the bar stool, and walked with swaying hips towards the exit. He was going to fuck her so hard and no doubt she would like it.

  He grinned at Steve the fucktard in the corner who was currently watching Mina’s ass.

  Bud ordered another beer and one for his buddy. He took one his little magic pills from his pocket and dropped it down the longneck. Bud threw a twenty on the bar and went to make good ole Steve the fucktard an offer he couldn’t refuse.

  Bud made his way to the table and Steve looked up at him and glared.

  “What the fuck do you want? It sure as shit can’t be to gloat, since I watched that fine piece of ass walk out of here, alone.”

  Fucktard. Bud handed him the beer. “I came over here for two things, a peace offering and a deal. Actually, a deal at the lady’s request.”

  “What the fuck does that mean.”

  Steve took a swig of the beer.

  That’s right fucktard. Drink up. “First off, I’d like to introduce myself, name’s Bud.”

  Bud held out his hand and waited for the fucktard to take it and he did.

  “Steve.” The fucktard.

  “The lady admitted to me, that she hated to send you away, cuz, well,” Bud rubbed the back of his nec
k, looked around the bar as if embarrassed, leaned forward, and in a quiet voice said, “she’s attracted to both of us. I told her I’d talk to you about joining us.”

  Steve’s body tensed and Bud held out a placating hand. “Now don’t go gettin’ riled. I ain’t into dudes. I like the pussy and only the pussy, but I don’t mind sharing it. Sounds like a real hot deal to me. I had a buddy who did the two guys one girl thing, and he said it was fucking hot. The woman got off, big time. I told Mina I’d make the offer. I wanted to make sure you were a good guy and that you wouldn’t hurt her or nothing.”

  “No, shit.”

  “No, shit. She was real embarrassed. She was afraid she sounded like a slut. I told her that wasn’t true and being adventurous was a good thing.”

  “You want me to fuck her with you?”

  “If you’re amenable and promise not to hurt her.”

  “I wouldn’t hurt. As long as our swords don’t cross and you don’t try to fuck me, we got a deal.”

  “Awesome. Drink up and we’ll get out of here and go make that little lady one satisfied woman.”

  Bud grinned as Steve sucked down the rest of his peace offering. Fucktard was going to regret it, well not for long.

  Chapter 25

  “Well, I’ll be damned.” Kell muttered, as he looked over Paul’s right shoulder.

  Paul turned to see what caught his attention. Paul smiled when he caught sight of the newest party guests.

  “I didn’t know they were coming.”

  “I invited them.”

  “Does your mate know?”

  “No, but she will.”

  “Can I be there when you do the introductions? Hey, kitten. I’d like you to meet a man who likes to spank asses more than I do.”

  “Kiss my ass. Goes to show what you know, spanking asses isn’t my thing.”