Page 36 of Blood & Loyalties
I walked up the staircase then turned the handle to Catarina’s door. Locked. I smiled and pulled out my phone, sending Dan a quick text. Seconds later he was at my side, handing me what I needed then dashing back off. I picked the lock with ease, opened the door, and my eyes darted to the bed. I blinked.
She wasn’t there. I moved to the bathroom, nothing. Damn hellcat was what she was. She was livid after the call from Maria and she had every right to be. Hell, I was pissed about it. It fucking ruined what was one of the best nights of my life and that’s not even including the sex. I was mesmerized by everything that washer. The way she glowed in the moonlight, her hair shining. The way she fought me at feeding her briefly and I knew why. It was exactly why I did it. I wanted to show her without being balls deep inside of her that I cared about her, that I wanted to get to know her better. That what we had, this connection that I knew she felt, I felt it too. Then one damn phone call ruined it all.
Kiera. She had to be with Kiera. I knew she hadn’t left the house, because Scraper was here. She went nowhere without him. It left either the spare bedrooms that were a possibility, or Kiera’s room. After what happened, I’d put a shit load of money it was Kiera.
I called Dan. “Which room is Kiera’s?” I asked as I moved across the expanse of the house. It really was pretty huge for just two women.
“Second room on the left.” He said and I shut off the phone, putting it in my back pocket.
I opened the door and two figures popped up from the bed as I entered into the room.
“Don’t fucking move,” was growled from the bed as two guns were pointed at me, bringing me to an immediate halt.
As I raised my hands in front of me, showing I had nothing, Catarina wiped her face, seeming to clear the sleepiness.
“Jag?” She paused. “What’s going on?” She lowered the gun and rested her hand on Kiera’s arm, lowering hers.
“Came to get you and take you to bed.” I moved closer to the bed, seeing her hair was tousled from sleep, and her eyes were still a bit groggy.
“That’s sweet. I’m not leaving. Now go. I’m tired,” she barked and lay back down, ignoring me as she put the gun on the headboard of the bed.
Fuck that shit.
I moved swiftly, picking her up in my arms.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snarled, trying to wiggle out of my grasp, but I only gripped her more tightly. She wasn’t going fucking anywhere. No way in hell was I allowing her to spend the night here when I knew I didn’t have much time with her. I wanted her warm body against mine, where I knew I could and would keep her safe.
“We’re going to bed.”
Her movements become fiercer, but I ignored them.
I moved swiftly through the house, shutting the door to the bedroom with my foot and placing her on the bed.
“You can go now.” She glared. All of this fucking shit was because of Maria. I was sure, in her warped woman head, she was placing me in that fucker Antonio’s spot, making me a big fucking cheat. That comparison had to be a bit raw for her.
I locked the door and stripped my clothes off.
“What are you fucking doing? I said leave.” She moved up the bed to the headboard. She was trying desperately to look hard and tough, but I could see her eyes traveling up my body, and the flash of desire in her gaze was calling for me. Only me. But behind the desire was a depth of hurt that I wanted to erase.
“Bed.” I grabbed her then, before she could resist, crashed my lips to hers. The fight immediately left her limbs. Her once scratching hands were now around my neck, pulling me to her.
I moved away from her lips and stared into her beautiful blue-green eyes. “I don’t cheat. I’m a lot of fucking things, babe, but a cheat is not one of them.” Now my ex, on the other hand, couldn’t keep a dick out of her to save her life. Instead of explaining that, I crashed my lips back down to hers because that would seriously fuck up the moment.
Clothes flew, and then I was buried balls deep in Catarina. For once, everything seemed right in the world when she looked at me with those adoring beautiful eyes.
“Where the hell are you going?”
Catarina’s sexy as hell ass was swaying in front me, each hip thrust making my dick hard as steel.
She didn’t bother turning when she replied, “Work.” She closed the bathroom door behind her.
I definitely needed sleep, but I needed Catarina more. She was obviously still pissed off and I couldn’t have that. I jumped out of bed and turned the handle, noting it was locked. I smiled and shook my head, reaching over for my tools. Within seconds, I was in.
The bathroom was steamy from the heat of the shower. Through the glass, her silhouette stood in perfection. My dick instantly pointed north and was ready to play.
I opened the shower door to the sound of a gasp from Catarina as her hair cascaded down her back in a flawless sheet, water dripping from every single inch of her delectable body. I took the puff thing from her hands and, without a word, began to wash her body. For once, she didn’t complain.
“Turn.” I moved to her back, washed the butterfly and then moved down to her legs, the water instantly washing the soap from her body. “Hands on the tile.”
