My First Half (Cate & Kian Book 1)

by Louise Hall

  Kian slid his hand down her skirt to the hem, his fingers brushing the top of her knee. “Your Mum’s next door.”

  “How much longer ‘til dinner, Mum?” Kian called.

  “About five more minutes,” Jean called back.

  “Plenty of time,” Kian smiled wickedly.

  He slid a hand up her skirt until he reached the hem of her stockings. He rubbed his thumb over the band and then gently touched the bare skin above. “Kian,” Cate frowned. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin was doing strange things to her lady parts.

  He continued to rub circles on her skin, his hand tantalising close to her panties. He moved up a little and his knuckles accidentally brushed against the fabric of her panties.

  “You’re wet,” Kian smiled.

  “Two can play that game,” Cate said, her eyes flashing dangerously.

  She cupped his cock through his trousers. His eyes darkened furiously.

  “Are you two okay in there?” Jean called and Cate calmly folded her hands in her lap. Kian shifted, trying to adjust his trousers so his erection wasn’t so obvious. “We’re fine,” he called back.

  After they’d eaten, Jean wanted to see the photos from the wedding. Cate felt a rush of regret that their families hadn’t been there. “Oh, that’s so beautiful,” Jean said. Her eyes were a little teary as Kian showed her the photos Lauren had taken inside the simple, candlelit chapel.

  Lauren had taken some beautiful photos, a lot of them Cate hadn’t seen before. “Can you get me a copy of that one; I want it for the mantelpiece?” Jean asked, stopping on a photo of the two of them at the altar. They were lit softly by the candlelight, hands clasped together as they said their vows.

  Suddenly, the front door opened and slammed shut. “Mum?” Sinead called and Cate’s blood ran cold.

  Kian wrapped his arm around her and quickly pulled her to his side.

  Sinead stomped into the front room and her eyes swept quickly over the scene. The remains of dinner still sat on the dining table and the three of them were huddled on the sofa looking at Kian’s phone.

  Her eyes were red and her mascara was flowing down her cheeks in black rivulets. “Playing happy families, I see?” Sinead sneered. “Fine, I know when I’m not wanted.”

  She slammed the lounge door so hard that it rattled on its hinges. “I’m sorry,” Jean mouthed, patting Cate’s hand. “I’d better go and see if she’s OK?”

  Kian got up too, “it’s OK Mum, don’t worry about it. We’ve got to get going anyway.”

  “If you’re sure, I don’t want to push you out,” Jean said.

  As they got to the front door, Cate was just about to step out on to the driveway when Jean said, “wait a sec, you’ve forgotten your jacket.”

  A second later and a huge deluge of water came down on the exact spot Cate had been stood in a moment ago.

  Kian’s eyes burned with fury, “Sinead”.

  “Just go,” Jean said softly, patting his arm. “I’ll talk to her.”

  “That was meant for us, you know,” he said to his Mum. But Cate knew he was just being kind, it was actually meant for her. “Cate’s pregnant.”

  “I know, I’ll talk to her,” Jean said.

  On the way home, Cate waited for Kian to talk first. She knew he was still stewing about what his sister had done.

  When they got in the house, she went into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

  “Are you OK?” Cate asked as he followed her into the kitchen.

  “Mm,” he grunted. “My sister’s a fucking bitch.”

  Cate hopped up on to the counter and took a sip of water. “No, she’s not.”

  Kian came and stood in front of her, the palms of his hands pressed into the counter on either side. “She could have really hurt you… both of you.”

  “But she didn’t.”

  “I don’t get it,” Kian frowned. “Yesterday, you wanted me to be angry with her?”

  “Yesterday, I wanted you to defend me and our baby,” Cate clarified. “I don’t want you to be angry with Sinead over me. I never, ever want to come between you and your family.”

  Kian’s face softened a little. “You’re my family now too.”

  Cate put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards her a little. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him softly, careful to avoid his bruised cheekbone.

  “Although,” she smiled against his lips. “Seeing you so riled up was kind of hot.”

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you in those goddamn stockings all through dinner.”

  “I think you might like them,” Cate smiled.

  Kian put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart, “you know, we haven’t christened this room of the house yet?”

  “You were serious about that?” Cate laughed.

  “Absolutely,” Kian smiled wickedly. “I’m going to make a chart and everything, put it up on the fridge.”

  “How are you going to explain that to your Mum?” Cate giggled. “Oh yeah – that’s a chart I made of all the rooms in the house. The stars are the ones where Cate and I have had sex?”

  “So far,” Kian brushed his lips against hers. He slid her forward so her butt was on the edge of the counter. “We’ve only done the master bedroom and bathroom.”

  “There’s a lot of rooms,” Cate grinned. “We’ve been slacking.”

  “We’d better get to it then.” Kian inched her skirt up around her waist, exposing the bare skin above her stockings.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. He laid Cate back on the counter, parting her legs wide. As he unfastened the clips holding up her stockings, he nibbled at the tender skin inside her thighs. Cate squirmed uncomfortably, tugging at his hair, “Kian, please.”

  He looked up at her, a sly grin on his face. “What’s the matter, angel?” He slowly peeled the stocking down her leg.

  “Kian,” Cate pleaded with him.

  “Yeah?” he teased, stripping off the other stocking and chucking them on the floor. He put his hands on her hips, sliding her towards him and wrapped her thighs around his neck. Her panties were dark with moisture, Kian stroked the stain. “Angel, you’re so fucking wet.”

  Using his mouth, he pushed the damp fabric between her lips. “Ah,” Cate moaned.

  Kian dragged his bottom teeth over her clit. Cate squeezed her thighs tightly around his neck. “Is that good, angel?” The rumble of his voice tortured her skin. He did it again, dragging her to the brink and then pulled back.

  “Why did you stop?” Cate asked, confused.

  Kian stood up, putting his hands on the counter at either side of her. “When you come…” He whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. “I want to be inside you. I want to feel your pussy wrapped tightly around my cock.”

  Cate shivered, feeling his words in every pore. “Now.”

  Kian grinned, he tugged her panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor and then quickly reached for the zip of his jeans. “Can I do it?” Cate asked, tentatively. “Please.”

  As she touched the front of his jeans, his cock jerked against her hand. “Do it fast,” Kian said through gritted teeth.

  Cate tugged his jeans down and slid a hand inside his boxer shorts, freeing his cock. “You still sore?” Kian asked.

  Cate shook her head, “No.” She wouldn’t have admitted it even if she was.

  Kian covered her hand with his. “Take me inside you.” Cate guided him between her legs, watching as his thick cock pushed through her slick folds. When he got to her pulsing wet hole, he pressed a hand against her bare bottom.

  “Ah,” Cate whimpered, as he inched inside her slowly. The sounds of their slick flesh echoed through the kitchen.

  When he was fully inside of her, he stilled. “Does it hurt, angel?” He asked softly, his eyes full of concern.

  “No,” Cate held the back of his head and kissed him, brushing her lips over his. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate his thick cock.

/>   “Ah,” she gasped as he began to move against her. He grinned against her lips, “that good, angel?”

  “Yes,” Cate cried. “Yes.”

  With every thrust, he circled his hips, grinding his pubic bone against her tender clit. Cate wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Fuck,” Kian groaned, burying his face in the curve of her neck, “you feel so good.”

  He stroked his hands up her thighs, which were covered in goose-bumps. She trembled against him, he could feel she was close, her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. Kian slid his hands under her arse and lifted her against him. He bent his knees, thrusting upwards into her sweet pussy. Her breasts bounced against his chest, her nipples hard and erect.

  Kian felt warmth spread from the base of his spine. He slid a hand between his wife’s legs. She was so warm and wet. “Come for me, angel,” he said, stroking her tender nub.

  “Kian,” Cate’s cries ricocheted around the kitchen, as she convulsed against him. Keeping one hand on her arse, he braced himself against the counter as his balls tightened and he jerked hard, emptying himself inside Cate.

  Afterwards, Cate quickly covered her nose as she sneezed.

  “What was that?” Kian laughed, lifting his head up from her neck.

  “It was just a sneeze. Hang on…” Her hands flew to her face and she sneezed again.

  “That’s so weird,” Kian said, pulling out of her. Cate winced at the emptiness she felt.

  “What?”

  “I’ve never been inside a woman before when they’ve sneezed.”

  Cate blushed. “I like being a first for you. You’re my first so many things.”

  CHAPTER 26

  When Kian woke up, Cate’s side of the bed was cold and empty. “Angel?”

  He could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom. He swung his legs out of bed, cursing when he saw his club tracksuit hung on the back of their bedroom door. In a couple of hours, he was leaving for Rovers pre-season tour of the US; he’d be away for nearly two weeks.

  He looked down at his morning wood, which stood erect against his stomach. He needed his wife. “Come on, let’s find her.”

  I can’t believe I’m talking to my fucking cock, Kian laughed as he walked around the end of the bed. I wonder if Cate’s already in the shower; fuck, just the thought of that soft, curvy body all soapy and wet made him quicken his pace.

  “Angel,” he knocked on the bathroom door, not wanting to startle her. He was trying to decide what he wanted to do first; it was either suck her nipples or slide his fingers between her legs.

  When she didn’t answer, he pushed open the bathroom door. The shower was on, the steam clouded his eyes but he couldn’t see Cate inside. He looked around and found her hunched over the toilet bowl.

  “Cate, what is it?” He panicked, kneeling down at the side of her. “What’s wrong?”

  Cate wouldn’t look at him. “Please Kian, go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

  He brushed her inky-black hair away from her face, her forehead felt clammy. “Angel, how long have you been like this?”

  “It’s probably my morning sickness kicking in,” Cate winced, clutching her stomach. “I think I’m going to be…”

  She put her head back over the bowl. “Kian, go.”

  Kian gently rubbed her back. “I’m your husband, I’m not going anywhere.”

  After she’d emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl, Cate slumped back against the wall. She couldn’t even look at Kian; she was so embarrassed that he’d seen her like that.

  “How are you feeling now?” Kian asked. He’d soaked a flannel in cold water and gently washed her face and neck. As he moved the flannel over the tops of her breasts, her tight nipples poked through her vest.

  “Better,” Cate said, although her voice sounded croaky. “I feel gross though, I’m going to have a shower.”

  Kian followed her across the bathroom. “What are you doing?” Cate asked. She looked down at his cock, which had perked up again.

  “I’m coming in with you,” Kian grinned. “You’ve just been sick; I want to make sure you don’t collapse.”

  “So this isn’t about you wanting to feel me up?” She was starting to get some colour back in her cheeks.

  “That’s just an added bonus.” Kian chuckled, tugging the hem of her vest up and over her head.

  Kian made sure the water was just the right temperature before carrying Cate into the shower. He put her down so that she was facing him, with her back to the water. He squirted shower gel into his hands and rubbed them together to make a thick lather. “Close your eyes.”

  He softly washed the front of her body with his hands. It was rare that he had the opportunity to touch her like this. He held her arms above her head, kissing her elbows and burying his face in her armpits; he felt the soft flesh at the sides of her breasts jiggle against his cheeks. He moved his hands lower, smoothing his hands over her stomach, inside which she was carrying his baby. He swirled a soapy finger in her belly button. He wanted to savour every inch of her beautiful, naked body.

  His cock strained painfully as he dropped to his knees in front of her, his face level with that seductive strip of black hair between her legs. He could smell the dark musk of her arousal. It would be so easy to just push her legs further apart… He licked his lips, remembering how good her sex tasted. He looked down at his cock, which was already leaking at the tip.

  Fuck, as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t. She was still fragile. Reluctantly, he dragged his eyes from between her legs and gently kissed her hipbone as his hands caressed her slender thighs. He tried really hard not to think about how good they felt wrapped tightly around his waist. He lifted up each of her legs and kissed the backs of her knees, before he washed her calves down to her ankles. He chuckled when he saw that she’d painted her toenails with little American flags.

  “Turn around,” Kian ordered.

  He reached for the shower gel again and washed up the backs of her legs. “Mm,” Cate moaned, bracing herself against the tiles. Fuck, he loved his wife’s arse. He kneaded her heart-shaped buttocks and planted a kiss on the cute, little dimples on the small of her back. “Does that feel good, angel?”

  “Mm-hm,” Cate replied. Kian got to his feet, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses all the way up her spine.

  After Kian had washed her hair, Cate opened her eyes and turned around so they were face-to-face. His eyes were molten; she looked down at his cock, which was begging for release. He was trying so hard to be considerate with her.

  “Close your eyes,” Cate said softly, pressing her lips against his. She wished that she was brave enough to just drop to her knees and take him in her mouth. She’d never done that before. Cate looked down at his stiff cock, he was so big. Would he even fit inside her mouth?

  It probably wasn’t the best idea to try it now, considering she’d just been sick. She’d have to do the next best thing.

  He felt her gentle hand wrap around the base of his cock. “You don’t have to…”

  “Shh,” Cate chuckled. “I want to.”

  As she moved her hand up and down his shaft, her other hand cupped his balls which felt leaden. Kian felt them tighten. “Fuck, I’m going to…”

  Kian jerked, coming hard against Cate’s wrist. Cate rubbed his sticky release against her skin; she liked the feeling of being marked by him.

  “I wanted to, you know…” Cate blushed. How could she give one, if she couldn’t even say blow job.

  Kian wrapped her up in his arms. “What you just did was fucking fantastic, angel.”

  “You’re not disappointed I didn’t do that other thing?”

  “Cate,” Kian laughed. He switched off the shower and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom. He dropped her on her back on the mattress. “Hey,” Cate swatted him, “I’m all wet.”

  “That’s what she said,” he laughed.

  “Seriously, angel,” Kian straddled her,
his face turning serious. “I never want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  After they’d both dried off, Kian got dressed in his club tracksuit while Cate changed into a clean pair of pyjamas. “Are you sure you’ve got everything?” Cate tried to play the supportive wife. “Passport?”

  Kian patted his tracksuit top, “check.”

  After they’d double-checked he had everything he needed for the trip, Kian carried his suitcase downstairs and put it by the front door. Cate walked slowly down the stairs behind him, trailing her fingers along the wooden banister. “Am I allowed to say how much this sucks? I know it’s your job but…”

  “It’s shitty,” Kian pulled Cate into his arms. “If it’s any consolation, I’m going to miss you like fucking crazy too.”

  Cate buried her face in his chest, getting her fill of him. “It’s not.”

  “Hey,” he said softly. He threaded his fingers through her silky hair, tilting her head back so she had to look at him. “About before - are you sure that was just morning sickness? It scared the shit out of me.”

  “I’m fine,” Cate said. She didn’t want him to spend the whole two weeks worrying about her.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to go and stay at your Mum’s just until I get back?” Kian frowned. “It’s so isolated out here.”

  “This is our home. You’ve shown me how all the security stuff works, I’ll be fine. I just need to put my big-girl panties on.”

  Kian slid his hand inside her pyjama bottoms. “It doesn’t feel like you’re wearing any panties at all.” He eased a finger inside her wet, pulsing canal. “Kian,” Cate immediately clenched around him.

  “Mm,” he slid his finger inside his mouth, sucking on her sweet juices. “You taste so good.”

  Kian’s phone buzzed; it was Yoakey. “Yeah man, chill out, I’m on my way.”

  “He doesn’t like flying,” Kian explained to Cate. “Fuck, I’d better go.”

  Cate watched him walk to his car and put his suitcase in the boot. Ugh, she was going to miss him so much.

  Kian shut the boot and jogged back across to her. “I’ll text you as soon as we land.”