Page 46 of Burn With Me

“Cats aren’t needy. They are perfectly independent,” I argue.

“See, peoplethinkthat, but it’s not true. Some are, sure. But cats are actually very loving creatures. Many would rather be with their owner than by themselves.” He moves down the cages until one catches his attention.

Walking away from the tabby, though it shatters my heart to leave him, I join Jackson to see what he’s looking at. “Maybe having something at home to depend on you would be a good thing. You’re obviously not the settling down kind of man, but a cat might keep you a little more grounded.”

“You really don’t think highly of me, do you?” He doesn’t look at me as he asks. He’s staring into one of the cages where an old, rough-looking cat with patchy cream fur is hunched over with its nose in the back corner.

Nudging his arm with my shoulder, I smile up at him. “Come on, you’re telling me you’re gonna pass on having pussy at your house all the time?”

Thatgets him to crack a smile. He shakes his head and raises his hand to the bars, clicking his tongue at the cat. In the softest voice I’ve ever heard from him, he coos, “Hey, little guy. You look like you’ve seen better days.”

The cat's ears swivel around, but other than that, he doesn’t pay Jackson any attention.

“That one doesn’t really like people much. Can’t blame him, though. Owners dumped him on the street and left him out in the cold.” A lady holding a clipboard appears on the other side of Jackson, wearing a red shirt with the adoption clinic logo on it.

“If you guys are looking for a friend for your little one, that one isn’t the guy you want,” she continues.

Jackson looks at her sharply, and I assume it’s because she alluded to us having a kid, but instead, he surprises me. “His ownersdumpedhim on the street?”

The look in his eyes is telling. If he wants to, he’ll find out exactly where this cat came from and make its previous owner's life a living hell. Something feels warm in my chest as I watch the way he looks at the cat. More upset about the creature's circumstances than the lady’s assumption of us being together.

“How tragically sad. Babe, I think little Jackson Jr. would very much appreciate a friend. He’s been so lonely lately,” I lilt, brushing the hair off his forehead. It’s soft and thick, and I imagine what it would be like to grasp it and pull while he’s on his knees in front of me.

His gaze whips to mine, clearly not amused. Continuing to grin up at him, I push his hair back again and pout. “Think of how happy you’ll make him, honey.”

Clearing her throat, the lady tells us, “I’ll give you two a moment.”

“No need,” Jackson snaps without breaking eye contact with me. “We’ll take him.”

“Oh! Excellent! I’ll just need you to fill out this paperwork then, and then you’re free to go.” She fumbles with a paper packet on the clipboard before handing it to us. Jackson takes it and tucks it under his arm as she moves away to help a family.

As soon as she’s gone, Jackson grabs my waist and turns me so my back is against the cages. I’m instantly wet between my thighs as he steps into me, leaning down towhisper, “When we get home, you are in so much trouble,honey.”

Two hours later, I haul four large bags into Jackson’s penthouse while he brings in the other two and the largest cat tree I’ve ever seen.

After filling out the paperwork, he called Robert to pick up the cat—whose name ended up being Mr. Piddlesworth—to bring it back to his house while Jackson and I went shopping for it.

Having never owned an animal before, I didn’t realize there was so much that we would need to get. Though, I have a feeling Jackson went just a tad overboard.

Setting the bags down in the kitchen, I notice Mr. Piddlesworth has already made himself at home on a deep windowsill in the living room. “Aww, I think he likes it here.”

“Considering most cats would be hiding right now, I’d say you’re right.” Jackson sets down his bags and the tree before taking a few steps toward the cat Instantly, Mr. Piddlesworth tenses as though he’ll bolt if Jackson moves any closer.

Seeing this, he puts up his hands and turns around. “You do you, little guy. You’ll come to me when you’re ready.”

“Pawtherhood looks good on you,” I joke, unloading the food to put it in an airtight container. It’s black with little white paw prints‘to match the kitchen decor.’

Turning to find a good place for it, I let out a startled squeak when Jackson grabs me around the waist, picking me up as though I weigh nothing and sitting me on the kitchen counter. “So you think Jackson Jr. is lonely, hmm? I can tell you right now that you’re not wrong about that,honey.”

My knees part as he jerks me to the edge of the counter, stepping between my legs to prove thatJackson Jr.really is looking for some attention. He takes the food container out ofmy hands and pushes it away from us as he leans into me. I have to grab his shoulders to stop myself from falling back.

“It’s been nearly three weeks since he’s had any attention.” His nose nuzzles mine as one hand pulls my leg around his waist and the other braces on my lower back.

“Oh no, whatever will you do?” My body feels like it’s been lit with a cool blue flame—nipples hardening as my pussy involuntarily clenches. There’s a weight in my lower throat, like my heart has climbed into it, and I feel every rapid beat in my esophagus.

Iwanthim.

I want him so badly that I don’t mind as his erection presses into my center. My dress rides up as he pulls me closer, nearly off the edge as my other leg wraps around his waist. Our breathing quickens as his forehead rests on mine, his hand sliding up my leg and around the inside of my thigh.

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