12. Cat

Chapter 12

Cat

T he night gets busy quick. I’m trying to concentrate on my work so as not to stare at the main entrance hoping and waiting for Saint to stride through it. My little talk with myself about being better off on my own and seeing the Outlaws as my wake-up call has already flown out the window. Already I’m worrying about seeing Saint again and how this is all going to play out.

It was unnecessary to watch the door, though. I don’t have to see him to know he’s here. The minute he walks in the door, I can feel the air change. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t allow myself to look at him. I feel so raw right now. I just keep working, needing the distraction. I fill two orders, and when I return to the bar with an empty tray, I know he’s close because I can almost hear the energy snapping in the air. He appears in front of me, and his strong arms wrap around my waist, his powerful, large hands cupping my ass in my skirt.

I should pull away. I told myself I would avoid him, but being in his arms is exactly what I want, what I need right now. Seeing the Outlaws was harder on me than I thought it would be. I know I’m stronger now. I know that I can handle it, but it doesn’t hurt having Saint’s arms around me to make me feel even stronger.

“You’re not avoiding me, are you?” he asks me. His hard cock is pressed against my stomach as if to silently let me know he isn’t going to be ignored.

“No, I just thought I’d let you make the next move. Don’t want to be that girl that acts like we’ve got something just because—”

He kisses me deeply then in front of everybody and earns some encouraging calls from the crew. When he pulls away, he’s looking at me deeply, but the smile that I’m used to seeing on his face is not there. “We do have something, and as soon as Ranger can spare you I’ll take you upstairs and remind you all about it.”

He lifts his head as Ranger calls out, “Take the night off, Cat. You haven’t had a day off in weeks.”

Ranger barely gets the words out and Saint is leading me up the stairs to my apartment. As soon as we get through the door, he’s undressing me, pulling my clothes off as quickly as he can.

There’s an urgency about him, and I can’t slow him down. But there’s also something different about how he’s acting. I pull back from him, panting. “Saint, stop, what’s wrong?”

He has his shirt and shoes off, but that’s as far as he got. He lets go of me then and I pull on his T-shirt to cover my naked body.

“I promised myself I’d take it easy, go slow, but after talking to Roxanne and then seeing you, I just lost control.”

I circle my waist with my arms as if I’m protecting myself. “She told you?”

I can’t keep the betrayal from my voice. I know Roxanne and I know she would never hurt me, but I still didn’t want Saint to know.

He takes a step toward me and I take a step back.

“Cat, stop, I just want to hold you right now.”

My voice is thick and I can’t hide the emotion from it. “You think I’m stupid? Heck, you probably think I’m dirty now, knowing where I came from.”

He falls to his knees in front of me, gripping on to my waist. He rests his head against my belly. I can’t stop myself from touching him and I stroke my hand through his hair.

He raises his head, his dark blue eyes piercing me. “No. I think you’re the bravest woman I know. I think, no I fuckin’ know that you probably went through hell and you fuckin’ survived it. I think I owe Ranger for finding you and bringing you here, bringing you home. I know it’s quick, Cat, but I need you, and I promise you that no matter what you will never be hurt by another Outlaw. I’ll bet my life on it.”

A gasp escapes me. I fall to my knees, cupping his face. “You need me?”

He only nods his head, but it’s enough for me. I push him backwards, following him down until I’m lying across him. His hands are rubbing up and down my back, grabbing my ass cheeks, pulling me into him.

I sit up and undo his pants, pulling them down his legs and off his feet. Already, he’s hard and I climb back up his legs. I take him in my mouth, wanting to taste him, to show him how much the words he just said to me mean.

I wrap my hand around his girth and bob up and down on him, but he stops me, pulling me up his body. He kisses me thoroughly, leaving me breathless. When we break apart, he’s telling me the words again. “I need you, Cat.”

I look into his eyes and know he means it. I’m scared, but I’ve never been needed before. “I need you too, Saint.”

I spread my legs, mounting him, impaling myself on his thick pole.

He rips his shirt that I’m wearing from my body and cups my breasts in his hands. He urges me to move, and I lean forward, letting him take my breast into his mouth. He’s suckling me and I’m gyrating my hips, moving up and down on him. He grips my hips, holding me steady against him. I rub my hands across his chest, wanting to feel all of him.

With every thrust, his hands are helping me guide the way. With each thrust, he’s going deeper and deeper, filling me full. And I take it, every thrust, every groan, I match him. It’s so strong, this connection between us, that I don’t know whether to scream his name or cry.

His eyes on my face, he’s grunting and straining. “Look at me, baby. I want your eyes on me when you come.”

I look at him and once our eyes connect, it’s like a force shoots inside me and my whole body spasms over top of him. It’s like a rollercoaster I can’t get off of. I can feel him in every part of me and he’s making it whole, making me complete again. I don’t stop, not until we’re both so spent that all I can do is fall to the ground beside him.

He’s holding on to me and his hold is tight, like he doesn’t want to let me go.

I try to pull away, but he stops me. “No, stay here with me.”

I kiss his chest, trying to pull away again. “I need to clean up.”

He kisses my forehead, but keeps his hands firmly around me “I like having me on you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I can’t argue with that. I lean back down and relax in his arms. We lie here for the longest time and the longer we stay here, the more I know I need to tell him. It’s only right he knows everything. I’ve worried about bringing my problems with the Outlaws to the Heartlands, but now it seems more real. He needs to know what he’s dealing with.