Page 53 of Catalyst

I barely recognized the streets as they flew by, leading me home far faster than I expected, but not before I was a sweaty, panting mess. I did my best to compose myself before unlocking our front door.

I expected to bust into an empty apartment. Callie had been dead tired, and allegedly, Kane slept sometimes. But I bargedinto what was probably meant to be a sweet moment, andIwas a massive fucking pervert.

Kane slowly fed Callie cherry ice cream with one hand, the other resting on her stomach. He softly rubbed the curve with his thumb, his touch reverent, and she looked at him like he was the only thing in the world.

He took his time dipping the spoon back in the ice cream carton, and she shifted around like she just couldn’t get comfortable before settling on leaning back just a little more before allowing him to place the spoon in her mouth.

This was a fucking kink for at least one of them. It had to be.

She breathed out a heavy sigh, “No more.”

He leaned in slightly, brushing a kiss to her cheek as he pressed on her stomach a little more. “Come on, just a little more. You said ice cream made Sawyer kick.”

“And it did last night.” She groaned, rubbing her stomach as she did. “I'm so full I feel like I’m going to pop.”

I tipped my head to the side.Kane’s kink?No. While this shit was right up Sulien’s alley, Kane’s never shown an interest in anything this…weird. And, seeing as I was his personal slut, I would know.

“Oh, come on. You know you like it.” He purred, bringing the spoon to her lips once more. “Or did you think I forgot how wet you get when I fed you?”

Her gaze narrowed as she turned her head, but I didn’t miss the subtle clench of her thighs.

Callie’s kink.Holy shit, Callie has a kink.

And it was a kink that I had experience with! There was a weird science behind it. When a woman’s stomach was overly full, it pressed down on her sex organs and made her orgasms harder–At least that’s what the doctor who paid me to feed and fuck her said.

Kane’s hand lingered on her stomach, pressing just enough to make her squirm before he leaned down and whispered something in her ear that I couldn’t quite make out. But I saw the way she shivered at his words, her eyes fluttering shut for a second as she parted her lips. A subtle flush crept across her cheeks, and I suddenly felt a little offended.

These two were up to the freaky shitwithout me? How rude! And yes, I knew I needed to have a super important conversation with Kane, but after tonight my balls were as blue as the fucking sky. Plus, she was already horny, which meant it was my job, as a literal escort, to help her out.

I stood there a beat longer, watching Callie be a good girl for Kane as I thought about the best way to make my presence known. And then it happened. Kane went to offer Callie more ice cream, but the half-melted treat slid off the spoon far before it reached her mouth, leaving a pink splat on Callie’s shirt.

She gasped, looking down, and Kane mumbled something halfway between an apology and a curse. Before I could fully process what was going on, Callie removed her shirt, tossing it behind the couch and leaving herperfectbody beautifully exposed and ripe for the taking.

That was all it took for me to rush over to them, clearing the distance between the front door and the couch in five long strides. Kane flinched the second I came into view, probably wondering how I snuck up on them, but that wasn’t my problem. Before anyone could protest, I picked up the melted carton of ice cream, slowly tipping it from side to side, watching the melted dessert slosh around the container.

Her eyes widened as her arousal quickly shifted to a slight embarrassment, and somehow, that made it better.

“Feeding the baby?” I joked, gesturing to the exposed curve of her stomach.

A nervous laugh exited Callie’s lips as she tried to get up. Unfortunately for her, Kane knew better than to let her go so easily.

“Something like that.” Her words were little more than a squeak. “I–You’re going to make this a thing, aren’t you?”

“Oh, you bet that sweet ass I am.” I chuckled as I swatted at Kane so he could fuckingmove.

He begrudgingly scooted back just enough for me to straddle Callie’s hips. I savored the way the heat of her body seeped into my slacks before realizing I was, tragically, still dressed. But fuck it, I knew how to do laundry.

Slowly, I dipped my finger into the more solid part of the ice cream before putting it in my mouth. I made a lowmmmmsound as I sucked the digit clean, enjoying the fruity dessert. Callie watched as she squirmed beneath me.

“I see why you’re enjoying yourself so much,” I mumble around my finger before swiping it through the container once more, this time holding it to her lips. “Open up, Princess.”

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink as she craned her neck to peer around me. I knew she was probably silently asking Kane for permission, but I didn’t like the feeling of little miss-miss going over my head when I wasclearlythe one in charge right now.

I reached down with my ice cream-covered hand and cupped her chin, forcing her to look back at me.

“I asked nicely once, and now I’m telling you. Open up that pretty mouth before I make you.” My words came out as little more than a growl.

Her pulse thrummed against my fingers as she parted her lips. If she’d done this in the first place, I would have been content with letting her suck on my finger. But now? I lifted the container before slowly tipping it forward, allowing the melted portion of the cream to pour out in a thick ribbon. She closedher mouth to swallow, and I probably should have tilted the container back, but I wanted to turn my girl into a beautiful mess.

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