Page 25 of Blood & Loyalties
“Okay, so I’ll be longer than that, but can you at least turn around while he dislodges from me?” Catarina said.
Kiera groaned and I laughed—full-out laughed—as I rolled off her, pulling the blankets up to cover us.
“Well, Mr. Jag, so nice of you to come and spend the night.” Kiera smirked at me then looked at Catarina. “You hussy.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny.” The conversation between them was quite entertaining.
I placed my hands above my head and enjoyed the show.
“I was wondering who the big burly men were with Scraper and Dune.”
“Hulk and Blondie?”
I burst out laughing at Catarina’s names for them. That shit was too funny. I was learning she had a killer sense of humor, and I couldn’t wait to rub it in to the guys.
“You named them?” I asked. Catarina shrugged. “Why?”
“Kiera and I name them all. It helps us remember,” Catarina answered flippantly.
“So I take it you’re busy for the day?” Kiera asked with a wink.
I grinned. Fuck yeah, she was.
“For a while. I have stuff to do later.”
Yeah, right. I wasn’t letting her ass away from me. “She’s busy. I’ll let her out tomorrow morning for work. Maybe.”
Catarina glared at me, and it was sexy as hell, only making my craving for her deepen. That fire raged inside of her and I was ready to get burned.
“You’llletme?” Her eyebrow quirked in challenge. “Let me tell—” I cut her words off with another searing kiss that instantly shut down whatever thoughts were rolling around in her head.
“I’ll just see ya later. Bye,” Kiera laughed, closing the door.
I didn’t acknowledge her, but continued kissing Catarina. Personally, I had always seen kissing as a means to get my dick wet, but with her, I could kiss her all fucking day and not move. It was nearly as good as fucking her.
It was amazinghow time flew when you were having fun. I had spent the entire morning buried inside Catarina’s warm body, and there was no other place I would rather be. Not only that, we talked. My assumption of her spit fire personality was dead on and I could completely see why Catarina’s family kept a close eye on her. Her personality was like no other I’d seen in a woman, tough on the outside, yet witty and sensual on the inside. A deadly combination.
As she slept soundly next to me, I reluctantly looked over at the clock. Two thirty-seven in the afternoon. Shit. I needed to check in with the boys. They were probably shitting themselves by now, but they knew better than to bother me unless someone was dying.
I rolled slowly out from under the warmth of her body and quickly threw my clothes on. Leaving the room, I took one more glance at the woman tangled in the sheets then smiled. That sight right there was something I could get used to.
Walking down the hall and then the stairs, I went toward the sound of voices. Dan’s—aka Hulk—Brett’s—aka Blondie—Scraper’s, and Dune’s heads all turned as I entered the room, their voices halting with my presence. Dan was the first to smirk.
“What the fuck you smirking at, Hulk?”
Laughter and spit from the left had me instantly turning. Kiera had her hand over her mouth, trying to catch the remnants of whatever was inside from her laughter. I walked over and tossed a towel her way, relaxing a bit.
“Who the fuck is Hulk?” Dan grunted.
“You, asshole. It’s what Catarina calls you.”
He shrugged, not looking disappointed. “I can handle that shit.” He pointed at Brett. “What about him?”
“Blondie.”
“Original,” Dan said, and Brett grunted his response.
“You all right, girl?” I asked, approaching Kiera.
