Page 81 of Catch
“She’s definitely mine.” He shook his head, still half in disbelief as I shrugged and added. “Captain told me to tell you to take the day.”
“For once, I’m not even gonna argue,” he said with a yawn, starting up his truck.
We exchanged a quick goodbye before he drove off, leaving me standing alone at the edge of the driveway. It was a long, rocky path ahead of me, framed by trees that formed a shadowy tunnel leading to my house. The walk felt longer than usual, each crunch of gravel echoing in the quiet.
By the time I reached the front door, the sun hung high overhead, a stark contrast to the storm that had torn through the night before. I paused for a moment, breathing in the fresh air, letting the warmth of the new day set the tone for a fresh new chapter ahead.
Stepping inside, I kept quiet, scanning for Loxley, and found her exactly where she belonged: curled up in my bed. The sight of her there, peaceful and safe, made my chest ache in the best way. The only thing missing was my arms around her, but first, I needed a quick shower to rinse off the lingering grime from the jail cell.
When I returned, I didn’t bother with clothes. I slid under the sheets and pulled her close, her back flush against my chest. Pressing my nose into her neck, I breathed her in, relishing the softness of her warmth against me. My body responded naturally to her movements, and I couldn’t help but smile when her sleepy moans reached my ears.
But just as I thought she was melting into me, she suddenly jolted upright and let out a scream.
“Hey!” I laughed, sitting up against the headboard with my hands raised. “It’s just me!”
“Oh my God,” she gasped, clutching her chest as her wide eyes focused on mine. But before I could say anything more, she climbed onto my lap, straddling my waist. “Oh my God,” she repeated, her voice breaking.
Her lips crashed into mine, and I groaned at the contact, my hands instinctively sliding to her hips. Every inch of her felt like home, and I never wanted to let her go again.
Tears streaked her cheeks as she pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’m never running again. I never want to be anywhere without you.”
I cradled her face, brushing my thumbs over her damp skin. “You’ll never have to be, Lox. It’s you and me from here on out. No matter where life takes us, we’ll face it together.”
As much as we needed to talk, she felt how hard I was beneath her. Slowly, she lowered the sheet, freeing my cock so she could wrap her hands around me. Her strokes were steady and deliberate as she looked into my eyes, and I hissed, loving the feel of her soft skin.
“Mine,” she giggled shyly.
“Yours,” I nodded.
With a teasing grin, she peeled the pink Loxley Adams T-shirt over her head. I took that as my cue and flipped her onto her back, sliding her panties down her legs. Without hesitation, I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue delving into her folds. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she moved her pelvis, trying to take control. But I held her steady, needing to savor her, to take my time. When she tried to pull at my hair again, I caught her wrists with one hand and reached into the nightstand with the other.
With a mischievous smile, I secured the handcuffs to her wrists and locked her to the headboard. “I’ll give you control in every other aspect of our lives, Lox. But not your pleasure. That’s mine.”
She groaned as my tongue pressed against her clit, then closed my lips around it, bringing her to the edge. But I didn’t let her tip over. I pulled back, savoring the frustrated sounds she made, punishing her for running away. I edged her againand again, her screams echoing in the room, but eventually, I wasn’t just punishing her anymore, I was punishing myself, too. I should’ve gone after her the moment I realized she’d left. Waiting was my failure.
Unable to hold back anymore, I uncuffed her and flipped her over, pulling her hips toward me and lining myself up behind her. There would be a lifetime of making love to her, but right then, I needed her in the most primal way. When I entered her, she groaned my name, making my pulse race.
She was so close to the edge from my mouth being on her that she came instantly, her body clenching around me. I had to stop moving to keep from coming myself. “Fuck, Lox.”
“More,” she begged, her voice raw with need.
Once I was sure I could control myself, I started moving again, thrusting hard. Frustration, passion, and relief coursed through me as I lost myself in her. The rhythm was harsh, driven by the anger of a week spent apart, questioning everything that had become so clear now.
Her body tightened around me again, pulling me over the edge with her. “Oh, shit,” I moaned, letting go completely. We both collapsed, spent, her body sinking into the sheets while I fell beside her.
“You’re making a mess,” I teased, brushing her hair back from her face.
“You started it,” she whispered, her voice weak from the orgasms I’d given her. Even so, she managed to turn onto her side, propping her head up to reach for my chest. “You still have this on?”
I didn’t need to look to know that she was talking about the crocheted necklace around my neck. My gaze dropped to hers, noting the matching one she wore. “I told you I’d never take it off.”
“Good,” she laughed softly. “I’ll need your help marketing these when I’m sued for breach of contract.”
“Why would you be sued?”
“I’ll be punished,” she said with a playful pout, “and not the fun way you just did to me.”
I smirked. “I think you should finish your tour. You’d avoid any backlash that way.”
