Catch (A Hell's Harlem Novel Book 3) Page 4

  My heart stuttered. The room was big. Much bigger than I would have guessed from the outside. A desk sat in the far corner with two bookshelves against the wall behind it. A large couch was to my left with a dark throw rug on the floor in front of it.

  “The bathroom’s this way.” He pointed to a door on the same wall his bed was against. “It’s stocked with everything you would need to take a shower. There’s even an extra toothbrush if you don’t have one.”

  “I have one,” I whispered.

  He nodded and placed my bags on the bed. “Make yourself at home. I’m going to take a shower.” He waited.

  When I didn’t say anything, knowing he was giving me an invite, he headed into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. The water started a moment later.

  I lifted my bag onto the bed and pulled out an envelope. I opened it and grabbed the stack of pictures I had kept from the moment they were taken. Images of Catch and myself stared up at me. We were smiling, laughing, having so much damn fun together. We had no worries. Our life was perfect.

  The shower ending made me jump. I put the pictures away, stuffed them back into my bag, and dropped it onto the floor by the large bed.

  Heading to the desk, I reached out to pick up the receiver but hesitated. Would my sister even want to hear from me? It had felt like so long since Tiffany and I actually talked.

  My chest tightened.

  “Cherry.” The sound of the bathroom door shutting made my heart skip a beat. Catch came up behind me and placed his hand on top of mine. “You can call her later. You need sleep.”

  “I … I need.” The scent of spice wafted into my nose. He smelled so damn good. My body shook. I wasn’t even sure what I needed anymore. “I need to call my sister,” I murmured.

  “You do.” Catch’s hot breath fanned over the top of my head. “But that can wait until morning. You’ve had a long night.”

  “But I should probably get it over with.”

  “You should.” Brushing his fingers across the back of my neck, he kissed the soft spot behind my ear and inhaled. “Cherry,” his deep voice rumbled.

  My body trembled at that kiss. A kiss so gentle I could feel it all the way down to my toes. It had been so long since I’d felt a gentle touch but I didn’t want gentle. I didn’t want to listen to the voice inside my head telling me that Catch would hurt me again. Or that I would hurt him. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head. We hurt each other so many years ago.

  “She’ll be pissed if I don’t tell her what’s going on,” I finally said, my chest rising and falling.

  “I’m sure she’ll get over it.” Catch ran his hands down my arms, his fingers hooking into the hem of my shirt before lifting it up and over my head.

  Cool air washed over me, sending a shiver racing down my spine. Resting my hands on the edge of the desk, all I did was wait. This was wrong on so many levels but needed just the same. It had been years since I gave in and did what I wanted. I had been controlled for so long by a mad man that giving in to this desire for Catch left me feeling powerful.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, licking up the shell of my ear.

  “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  He chuckled, lowering to his knees. He placed a soft peck on the tail of my spine. The button of my jeans came undone, the zipper lowering soon after. He pulled them down to my ankles, leaving me in only my red bra and thong. Although I liked to dress like a tomboy, my lingerie was always sexy. It used to drive Catch crazy.

  “Fuck, Cherry.” Catch grabbed a handful of my ass before sinking his teeth into the flesh.

  I moaned, arching against him, the sting of his sharp teeth heating every inch of me.

  “I forgot how sexy you are. Sexy as hell.” His kissed my tailbone again. “Grab that envelope cutter. You want me? Cut your panties off.”

  “You’re giving me control?” I asked, looking down at him over my shoulder.

  “You’ve always been in control. Remember that. But …” A wicked smirk spread on his face. “You have ten seconds.” He rose to his full height. “Nine.”

  I looked back at the envelope cutter. It wasn’t sharp but with enough strength, my thong could fall off my body, like cutting through butter.

  “Eight.” With a flick of his wrist, he unlatched my bra.

  I tugged it off my arms, throwing it on the floor with the rest of my clothing.

  “Seven.” His fingers trailed down my sides. “Six.”

  Slipping out of my flats, I grabbed the envelope cutter.

  “Five.” With rough hands, he pulled me back against him. “Four.”

  “Three,” I added for him, sticking the edge of the dull blade into the side of my thong.

  “Two,” Catch growled, giving my shoulder a soft nip.

  “One.” I tugged the blade; the fabric of my panties fell off of me and pooled at my feet.

  In a quick move, he bent me over the desk with his elbow pressed into the back of my neck. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had something as tasty as you.” He pushed his pelvis into my ass, the abrasiveness of his jeans rubbing against my center.

  I panted. “Catch.”

  “What, baby?” He kicked my legs apart, the sound of a belt unbuckling shortly after. “Is there something you want? I remember how you used to like it. You still that kinky little slut who couldn’t get enough of it?”

  “Are you still the ass I fell in love with?”

  “Fuck me, I’ve missed your sass.” Catch placed a soft peck on the corner of my mouth. “Reach around and spread your ass cheeks, baby. I want to see every inch of you.” He leaned back, giving my rear a light tap. “Do it.”

  My neck burned but I did as he said, opening my most intimate parts to him.

  Catch groaned. “I’ve fucked a lot of asses—” His thumb brushed over the tight little hole at my rear “—but yours is still my favorite.”

  I whimpered, pushing back into his hand. “God, Catch.” My body leaked for him and his dirty words. So many memories rushed through me. We had been young. Brave. Foolish. We spent years together. Learning each other’s bodies. What we liked. What we didn’t like. And more. With Catch, I learned so much about myself and, as much as I loved it, it scared the shit out of me just the same. Because I knew that I would do anything he wanted. I would give him my complete and utter submission.

  Suddenly, something warm and wet slid between the cheeks of my rear. I moaned, spreading myself even more for Catch’s hot mouth.

  With rough fingers, he gripped my ass and ate me like a starved man. His tongue slid from that tiny hole, to my center, to my clit and back up again. He repeated the movements until I was trembling beneath him. Until a sheen of sweat coated my skin.

  Catch’s tongue thrust in and out of my pussy, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the little puckered hole before pushing past the barrier.

  I gasped, my hips moving with the thrusts of his long tongue. “Catch,” I whispered.

  He growled, shoving his face harder against my lower body. In a quick move, his thumb pushed deeper into my body.

  I cried out, a slight burn spreading through me.

  Hooking his other arm around my legs, his thumb fucked my ass while his tongue licked the walls of my very soul.

  “Please.” I shook beneath him. “God. I can’t.” A hot tingle spread from my toes to my spine. Just as it was about to burst into the orgasm that I craved, Catch released me but kept his thumb at the tight spot at my rear.

  “You’re going to come on my cock, Cherry.” He pulled his thumb free from my lower body. “Say it.”

  “I-I’m going to come on your cock.”

  “You’re going to come hard, aren’t you? You going to squirt for me? I remember the first time you did that. Hottest fucking thing I had ever seen.” Catch lowered the fly of his jeans. The sound of a tinfoil package erupted around us. “You ready for my fat dick, baby?” he asked, grabbing my hands and holding them behind my back.

  “Y-yes.” I screamed when he thrust into me. My breath caught, my heart speeding up. My body burned from being stretched by his massive size. God, I had forgotten how big he was.

  “Fucking tight.” Catch leaned over me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “How does it feel, Cherry? Knowing I was fucking some other whore only to end the night deep inside your pussy?”

  My blood roared in my ears. “Fuck you.”

  He chuckled. “Ah. I am, baby. And your pussy is so fucking good. So tight. So wet. So fucking drenched.”

  I couldn’t believe him. He was still pissed. I got that. But he didn’t need to be a dick about it. “Just fuck me. Make me come. Please God make me come.” I needed to feel something other than the pain I had been feeling for the past six years while married. I needed Catch to take me away. To take me out of my head. To just let me be the woman I had always wanted to be. His.

  I shook my head, getting rid of those thoughts. Catch released my hands, and I reached around, grabbing onto his hip. I pulled him harder against me. “Please move.”

  Catch pulled out, thrusting back inside me in one smooth move. “So good. So damn good.”

  I moaned, taking him deep into my body. “Harder. Please.”

  He leaned back, gripped my hips, and picked up speed with his thrusts. “I’m going to fuck you until there’s nothing left.”

  Pushing myself off the desk, I gripped the edge and met him thrust for thrust. Giving him exactly what he was giving me, I met him halfway.

  (Catch)

  She was fucking delicious. Tight. Wet. So damn ripe, it took all of my willpower not to come as soon as I thrust my dick inside of her.

  Sara’s moans vibrated through every inch of me. She begged for more. Rougher. Faster. Harder. Her hand latched on to my hip, forcing me deeper. I never minded the rough sex, but this was off. Something was different about her.

  Hooking an arm around her waist, I lifted her off the desk and carried her to my bed. Before I even had a chance to crawl between her legs, she was on me. She rolled me over, fusing her mouth to mine. Her hands grabbed my dick and forced me back inside her. Her body dropped down hard on mine.

  “Fuck,” I growled, a hot shiver racing down my spine.

  Her hips moved back and forth as she rode me. Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Harder, please.”

  Shit. How the hell could I go any harder without hurting her? “Cherry.”

  “Catch.” Her dark eyes met mine. Her pupils were so damn dilated, I could no longer see the color in her irises. “Spank me. Hurt me. Please God, hurt me.”

  “Shit.” Rolling her over and laying her back on the bed, I rested my arms on either side of her head. “Cherry.”

  She arched beneath me.

  “Cherry,” I repeated, my voice firm.

  Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head. “Just … fuck me. Please.”

  Reaching between us, I rubbed her clit.

  Sara gasped. Lifting her hips up and down, she started fucking herself on my cock.

  “That’s it, Cherry Pie. Take that control you need.” I flicked the swollen nub harder and faster but kept my hips still. I wasn’t sure how I knew she needed control. She needed to fuck me instead of the opposite. I had never seen her eyes so dark.

  “Your safeword is Cherry.”

  Shit, how could I forget? “Safeword, Cherry. Remember your damn safeword.”

  “Fuck my safeword,” she screamed, her body shaking through its release.

  Covering her mouth with mine, I swallowed the rest of her cries and pushed against her clit even harder.

  She whimpered, wrapping her body around mine, and took everything I had to give her and more. Her hands pushed beneath my shirt, scratching her nails into my back. A slice of pain erupted through me, but it only made me fuck her harder and faster.

  I SHOULDN’T HAVE let him fuck me the way he did. I knew that, but I didn’t listen to myself. That little voice inside my head had begged me to stop. But I didn’t.

  When Catch pushed off of me, I rolled away from him, but not before I caught the look of concern in his deep-blue eyes.

  I begged him to hurt me. God, what the hell was wrong with me? Shame weighed heavily on my shoulders.

  A moment later, the bed dipped beside me.

  Catch pulled the blankets up and over us but not before I felt something warm between my legs. My eyes burned. Even when he was an ass, he still took care of me. The cloth wiped away any evidence of our passion, soothing the ache I had craved from the first time we had sex so many years ago.

  All too soon the cloth was removed from between my legs.

  I sighed, hugging the blankets around myself.

  A heavy arm wrapped around my middle, pulling me against a hard body. “I’m sorry, Cherry. I don’t know what happened to you but I’m so fucking sorry.”

  How the hell could I think that I could hide that part of myself from him? From the man who had taken my virginity, only to give me his in return. A man who I had fallen in love with so many years ago and hated just the same. A man I needed but continued to push away.

  Curling toward him, I didn’t answer but snuggled into him instead. I didn’t know what to say. How could I tell him what happened to me? He would blame himself. It was how Catch Hunter was wired. And I refused to let him do that to himself.

  (Catch)

  Once Sara was sound asleep, I left the room. It was pushing five in the morning but like most nights, I couldn’t sleep.

  I never intended to fuck her but something inside of her called out to me. It was different than before, from when we were teenagers. Kids. We had lost our virginity to each other at such a young age, barely sixteen, but it had been perfect.

  My dick twitched, missing the heat between Sara’s legs.

  I shouldn’t have fucked her. It was a dick move on my part, but I couldn’t control myself. And the fact she had begged me to hurt her, bothered me. I was all for kink, but we always discussed it beforehand. This was different. She was desperate for it.

  “Hey, Catch.”

  I turned, finding Greyson coming toward me. “Hey. What are you doing up?”

  “Couldn’t sleep.” He walked past me. “You coming?”

  “Yeah,” I grumbled and followed him back down the hall. Once we reached the main floor, we found Will Fowler, or Chain as he was called, sitting at the bar with a mug in front of him.

  “Hey.” He took a sip from his cup and sighed. “Fucking coffee. Best shit God ever created.”

  I chuckled. “And pussy,” I added, sitting on a stool beside him.

  “Truth.”

  I clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s good to see you, brother.”

  He smirked. “You too.”

  Greyson poured two cups of the liquid crack and handed me one. “What are you doing here so early?” he asked Chain.

  “Spent the night,” Chain muttered over the rim of his mug, his dark-green eyes glowing even more in the dim lighting of the room. “I was working out and hurt myself. Fuck, getting old sucks.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You’re my age, asshole.”

  “Yeah. We’re old.” Chain feigned a dramatic sigh. “So fucking old. Pretty soon all the pretty pussy will be dried up and no longer available.”

  “Uh … you do know that there are a lot of younger pussy who love older guys, right?” I clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”

  “You, my friend, have a very good point.” Chain seemed to perk up at that.

  I shook my head.

  “When did you get back?” Greyson asked, taking a sip from his own mug and leaning against the counter across from us.

  “A few days ago. I’ve been trying to get things sorted after my grandfather passed. That fucker had a lot of stuff.” Chain let out a heavy sigh. “He was a mean bastard but was always nice to me. Even though I didn’t see him as much as I should have.”

  “It happens, brother,” I told him. “How was the trip besides dealing with all this shit?”

  “It was fine.” He shrugged. “Next time I go to Italy, it better be for pleasure. Or I could go to Ireland.” He tapped his chin. “So many decisions.”

  We all laughed.

  While Greyson and Chain talked, I couldn’t help thinking over the past few hours.

  Sara.

  Wet. Ripe. And mine.

  She had been perfect years ago and she was even better now. But something had struck me as odd. We had gone at it hard and rough, but it was almost like she was trying to get me to fuck the emotions out of her. Or she was trying to forget something.

  “Catch?”

  I looked up at the use of my name. “Yeah?”

  “Something wrong?” Greyson raised an eyebrow.

  “No.” I cleared my throat. “What’s up?”

  “How’s your friend?” he asked, a knowing glint flashing in his eyes.

  “Sleeping,” was all I said. I was a dick, but I never kissed and told. Not when it came to Sara. My damn Cherry Pie and she had been the sweetest one I had ever sunk my teeth into.

  “What friend?” Chain asked, turning toward me.

  “Someone I knew a long time ago showed up after her car broke down. I towed it here and will get Sunny to look at it whenever he shows up.” I rose from the stool.

  “Is she hot?”

  I spun on Chain. “Careful.”

  “Wow, Catch.” He laughed. “I never thought I’d see the day where you became possessive over someone. Interesting.” He stood from his own stool and dumped the rest of his coffee in the sink. “Very interesting.”

  “Whatever, asshole,” I grumbled.

  “Well, it’s been fun but I’m going to try and find me some early pussy. I need another hit of a woman who likes it rough. I know you know what I’m talking about.” Chain waggled his eyebrows.

  “I have no idea what you mean.” I kept my face impassive.

  Chain chuckled. “Right.” He winked, heading out the front door. The guy didn’t actually have to search for pussy. Women threw themselves at him. He was Italian after all, on his mother’s side. After transferring from the Hell’s Harlem chapter in a small town back home on the other side of the country several years ago, he had been with us ever since.