by Liliana Hart
“You look like a lovesick puppy,” Dane said. “They’ll be back soon.”
“Who will be back?” Thomas asked.
“Charlotte and Cat. They decided to do a little shopping this afternoon. I thought you knew.”
The pressure eased around Thomas’s heart and he took a swallow of beer to hide his relief.
“Cat, huh?” Cooper asked. “I never would have guessed.”
“Shut up, Coop,” Thomas said.
“Yeah, Charlotte said she really liked her. Said she seems just perfect for you, little brother.”
“She is,” Thomas said. “But it’s nice to hear someone else doesn’t think I’m completely insane.”
Thomas took another swallow of beer and almost swallowed his tongue when Cat and Charlie walked into the kitchen. He thought Charlie might have said hello to him, but he only had eyes for Cat. Her hair was damp with the rain and drops clung to her russet lashes. She wore a miniscule denim skirt and a fitted flannel shirt over a white tank top. Hiking boots and thick socks were on her feet, and all he could think about was stripping her bare of everything—everything except the boots.
“My brothers were just leaving,” Thomas said, ignoring Coop’s eye roll and Dane’s chuckle.
“Before he kicks us to the curb,” Cooper said. “I’d like to welcome you to Surrender. I hope you’ll stay here as long as you’d like.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Cat said, barely able to tear her eyes away from Thomas.
“It’s just pathetic,” Dane said, shaking his head.
Charlie punched him in the arm and laughed. “You’re one to talk,” she said. “Thomas, don’t forget we’ll all be here for Sunday dinner. Try to be dressed by then.”
Thomas ignored their laughter as they piled out the door and back to their own homes.
“I wondered if you were coming back,” he finally said to Cat.
“I had a moment or two where I wondered if I should come back. You’ve got a nice life here, Thomas. A nice family. A person who grew up like I did doesn’t deserve things like that. I’m paying my price.”
“Bullshit.”
He stalked toward her, his gaze hot and his cock already straining behind his jeans. He lifted her in his arms and kissed her, delving into her mouth with all the pent up emotions he carried inside. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and the skirt she wore rose up around her hips. She shrugged off the flannel shirt and yanked at his t-shirt.
“Please, Thomas. I need you.”
He groaned, desperate to feel flesh against flesh. He carried her to the first available surface, which happened to be the dining table, and set her on the edge. Her legs refused to let him go as he pushed the tank top and bra she wore over her breasts and drank in the sight of her. He took a rigid nipple in his mouth, biting gently at the hard nub as she worked at the button of his jeans.
“Jesus,” he said as she accomplished her task and he sprang free into her hot hand. He skimmed his fingers up the inside of her thigh and pushed the panties she wore to the side before plunging his fingers inside. She came around his hand in an instant, drenching his fingers with her desire.
“Please, please, please,” she begged. “I want all of you.”
Thomas was insane with lust, and he ripped the panties from her body and thrust inside of her. Her heels tightened against the small of his back and her head banged against the table, but she was oblivious to anything but the pleasure.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
He took her at her word and stood up straight, unwrapping her legs and pulling them over his shoulders, deepening the penetration. He couldn’t stop touching her, watching her. She looked amazing, her skirt rucked around her waist and her shirt just above her kiss dampened nipples. Her eyes were closed and her head moved side to side.
“Yes, yesss…” she screamed.
He felt her tighten around him and let himself go. His cock swelled and he pushed as far inside her as he could go, bottoming out until his balls touched her ass. Spots danced in front of his eyes as spurt after spurt of come went into her waiting body.
He picked her up and sat in a dining chair, afraid his legs would give out. “Please tell me we can do this forever,” he whispered against her hair.
“We’ll kill each other. But I’m willing to give it a shot if you are.”
“Definitely. But there’s the matter of your highly dangerous profession. I know you told me you didn’t want to quit. And I’m okay with that. I think. But I’d like you to be more careful in choosing which jobs you take. And maybe you could cut back a little bit. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.”
Cat lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eye. Tears coated her lashes and she kissed him softly. “You’d really let me keep doing it? No ultimatums?”
“I love you, Cat. The real you. As long as you’re careful, I’d never keep from doing something you loved to do.”
“Then I promise,” she said kissing him again.
She bit his bottom lip and then soothed it with her tongue, and he felt his cock begin to harden again.
“I promise to take fewer jobs. And I promise to be really careful. I wouldn’t want to ever give this up.”
She lifted herself and sat down again, stroking him teasingly before standing up.
“Why are you stopping?” Thomas asked, his breathing already strained and his cock throbbing.
“Come with me, sweetheart. I’m going to show you how a thief makes love.” She walked toward the bedroom with a twitch of her hips and Thomas had no choice but to follow. He was looking forward to the experience.
About the author:
Liliana Hart is the pseudonym for an author of more than a dozen books. She lives in Texas with her husband and cats, and loves to be contacted by readers.
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