finding Reese.: a SAFELIGHT novel vol.2 (SAFELIGHT Series) (16 page)

I gently smack her on the ass. “You’re going to wake Jax up.”

Catalina extends her hands and squeezes my ass cheeks really hard. I jump at the slight sting, but my dick knows it’s mere foreplay and pulses against my fly.

“Don’t think for one second you can slap my ass and not expect any consequences, Stryder Martynus,” Catalina admonishes in that sweet yet sexy voice of hers.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I reply, trying hard not to trip and fall on the stairs.

I kick the door shut behind us, and it rattles against the quiet of the night. I near the bed and lay Catalina against the white comforter, her long raven locks fanned over the bed. Her chest rises and falls, and her lips are slightly parted with excitement.

My mouth crashes against hers and she welcomes me with a reciprocating tongue. I groan into her lips, and my hands sneak underneath her blouse, eagerly seeking the swells of her breasts. I squeeze them possessively, completely lost in my need for her. The longer we kiss, the more she moans into my mouth, her body bucking against mine as I pull the cups of her bra down. As soon as my fingertips brush against her hardened nipples she whispers my name between ragged breaths:

“Stryder, please.”

“Shh,” I mutter, not wanting to pause for anyone or anything.

The world could crash down around me and I wouldn’t give a damn. Right here, right now is where I want to be; lost in my lady’s embrace. Catalina bucks beneath me, opening her legs wider so my body can align with hers. Her fingernails press against my shirt, and her moans increase with each movement of my hands. I wiggle against her soft curves, pressing my dick against her welcoming pussy. As soon as our bodies make that incredible contact, I groan. Catalina is my safe place, my little piece of Heaven on Earth. She’s everything I could ever want from life and then some.

In my fit of desperation, it takes all of my willpower not to rip her clothes off. I tug her blouse from her body and cast it aside, and waste no time kissing, licking and nibbling her beautiful skin. It’s hot against my lips and gives me the go-ahead to graze my teeth over it.

“Stryder, oh my God,
please!
” Catalina pants as she fiercely tugs my hair.

“I got you, Cat. I want you so much, baby. Just shut up and let me love you, yeah?” I breathe, as one of my hands covers her mouth.

Catalina looks at me with wild eyes, and locked in each other’s gaze I roll my hips over, and over again. This makes her moan, and each thrust of my pelvis her eyes roll to the backs of her eyelids. If I keep this up she’ll come before we even undress. I release her and stand to undress. She rests on her elbows, watching me with a salacious smile; her cheeks are red and her hair is mussed, and we’ve barely started.

I swear I’ve lost my damn mind and heart to her. She owns every square inch of my soul, my thoughts, and my body. My entire being belongs to Catalina, and every moment of my life I will devote it to her. I want us to be together until we are old and wrinkly. I vow to make her happy until my dying breath, no matter the cost. I don’t care if this love I have for her makes me pussy-whipped. Crown me the poster boy of pussy-whipped men.

I stand before her and pull her legs closer to me, and tug the waistband of her leggings until they and her panties come off. She flails her legs, helping me rid her of her clothes, then undoes the clasp of her bra and throws it at my face with a giggle. Catching it, I nuzzle it and throw it across the room. I look down at her glistening pussy and a rogue breath leaves me.

I lick my lips and lower myself on top of her. As I kiss her mouth, I sink my dick balls deep into her pussy, wet and tight. This is Heaven, and if I’m wrong, well, condemn me to an eternity in Hell because I love it here. Catalina writhes beneath me, begging me to move. So I do, rolling my hips deliberately to give her that friction she goes crazy for. I want to make slow, sweet love to her, but my lady has other plans.

“Just fuck me, and don’t be gentle.
Please,
” she pleads, her words making me pulse inside her.

Who am I to deny Catalina what she wants? I plunge in and out of her and she meets every thrust, moaning fiercely into my ear each time. I get goose bumps with each sound she makes, and each movement of her dainty hands. She tightens around my aching dick and I know she is close to falling apart beneath me.

My balls tingle, but I will not stop until Catalina screams for me. I hope I can last beyond her orgasm because I want to give her a few before I call it a night. I once said Paradise is being in Catalina’s arms, and today that statement still rings true. She is my Paradise, my Heaven, and my Home, and in the next month when I’m far from her, I’ll hold onto the memories we’ve built together, and like a true North Star, she will guide me home back into her loving arms.

Y
OU KNOW THE FEELING
YOU
get when you’re itchy and you scratch, and it feels so damn good, but you just can’t stop? Even if it means you’ll be sore or bleed afterwards, it doesn’t matter because the pleasure outweighs the pain. I get the exact same feeling every time we are intimate. It’s a delicious itch that gets scratched over and over again, and it feels amazing. Who knew I’d get a kick out of rough sex? But the sound of Stryder pounding his cock deep into me again and again has me all kinds of delirious.

“Fuck me good, Stryder. Please . . . don’t . . .
stop!
” I cry into his ear, a never-ending chant that makes him plunge deeper and further into me. His groans and ragged breaths undo me; I’m dancing across the midnight-blue sky, twirling around the fucking moon, and floating back down to Earth with the grace of a hummingbird. Stryder withdraws and kisses the space between my breasts and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, showering him with kisses.

“I love you, Stryder,” I whisper in between ragged breaths.

“I love you too, Raven Girl,” Stryder replies with a smile, trying to catch his breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah . . . but why’d you stop?” I pout lips.

“I needed a moment. I’m not quite done with you yet,” he replies with a chuckle. “Thirsty?”

I nod as he rises from the bed and walks towards the bathroom, then returns with a glass of water. I drink it so eagerly some of the droplets dribble down my chin and pitter-patter against my breasts. Not one to be wasteful, Stryder eagerly laps them up; trailing his tongue down my chin, past my neck, and stopping in between my breasts. Halting abruptly, he snaps his head up and, with his hands, demands the glass of water.

I tilt my head, and hand over the tumbler. Before I can put two and two together, I feel the cold sting of the thick glass pressing against my nipple. I moan in shock and pleasure, and Stryder lets out a sexy growl of approval. With an ear-splitting grin, he straddles me and tips the glass, allowing small droplets of ice-cold water to land on the tip of my hardened nipple. Stryder lowers his head and I squirm with delight when I feel the warmth of his tongue lapping, then suctioning, the cold wetness away. He unlatches with a loud pop, and lifts his shimmering eyes and satisfied smirk to meet my scandalized gaze.

He lifts the glass and repeats the same delectable torment on my other nipple. I watch him in wonder, asking myself if our intimacy will ever go bland in the years to come. My mind goes haywire thinking beyond the present. I have no doubt Stryder is happy with me; his actions, both in and out of bed point to it. I don’t know what tomorrow holds let alone months from now, but I can’t help but dream of a future beyond what we currently have. My heart skips a beat as hope blossoms deep within my belly.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Stryder asks with a heart-melting smile. “Don’t tell me it was me, because you make o’s with your mouth when I’m sucking your nipples. The smile on your face is priceless, so spill the beans, Pardo. Tell me what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours.”

I exhale a shaky breath and hesitate before speaking. I can’t tell him what’s on my mind; what if I’m rushing things too fast? I don’t want him to believe I want to take our relationship beyond what he’s prepared for. I refuse to admit that I see myself married to him, the mother of his children.

“Nothing, really, I’m just happy with you, Stryder. I love being with you, sharing my ups and downs, kissing you and spending time with you. I’m going to miss you when you leave.”

Stryder’s hazel eyes look deeply into mine. “Ditto, Cat. I love you too.”

Sighing deeply I hold him tight. I feel terrible hiding my true feelings and desires, but at the same time, I know I’m doing the right thing.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Stryder whispers against my cheek. “
Anything.
”

I nod in agreement, yet a cold shiver runs up my spine. Stryder knows I’m not being forthright, but he’s too much of a gentleman to press the subject further. Instead, he raises his head and pours a small stream of water on my belly, resuming his affections.

As dawn approaches the sun begins to glow through the curtains of our room. I’m wide awake, but my heart feels like it weighs a ton. This will be the last day I’ll spend with Stryder before he takes off to Australia for four weeks. As he lays beside me, fast asleep with his arm around my waist, I know how much I will miss mornings like these. I cuddle closer to his warmth and he lets out a sigh, as I try to hold on to this precious connection. I stay curled up beside him as long as I can, until the call of nature disconnects us.

I tiptoe into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me, and after my morning routines are covered, I step into the steamed-up shower. As the water rinses my body, the overwhelming sadness that’s been threatening me for days comes out full force. In a matter of seconds I’m a weepy, sobbing mess. I cover my mouth with my hands, afraid my hiccupping cries will wake Stryder. The last thing I need is him cancelling his trip because I can’t handle us being apart. I try shampooing my hair, but overtaken with sadness, I can’t even manage that. I take deep, steadying breaths to regain my composure, and chastise myself for being such a hot mess.

Old habits die hard. The defeatist in me is trying to undo the progress I’ve made in recent months, and I can’t let that happen at least not until he’s gone. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, and consider myself pretty damn lucky after all the shit I’ve been through in my life. Now is
not
the time to take a step back. I talk myself into weighing the positive influence Stryder and Jackson have brought into my once-dull life, and the more I think about it the easier it is to breathe. I can’t let this departure eat away at me; Stryder loves me, and there’s nothing to be afraid of.

Turning off the water, I step out and wrap myself in a large, fluffy towel. I peek through the door to see if Stryder is up, but thankfully he’s not. Walking into the closet I grab an outfit and quickly dress for the day, then tiptoe out of our room, jogging down the staircase en route to the kitchen. I come to a halt when I find Jackson, naked and head-first in the refrigerator. As I’m backing up, I stop dead in my tracks when I hear a female voice.
What the hell? Jackson has company?

“Good morning!” she greets; her voice cheery and bright.