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“Faster!” I order, the command biting through the air.
She glances up at me, her eyes flashing with a hint of defiance, like she wants to test me just for the fun of it. But then she does pick up the pace, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock with every upward motion. I groan again, my fingers tightening in her hair as I guide her movements.
“That’s it,” I mutter, my voice strained. “Good girl.”
The praise seems to spur her on. She grips my thighs and takes me deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallows more of me—more than I expected she could handle. My head falls back, and I drag in a shaky breath. The night sky stretches above me, its vastness framed by dark branches, but all I can focus on is the wet heat of her mouth, the pressure of her tongue, the softness of her lips as they tighten around me, creating a suction that’s driving me to the brink.
“Fuck. You’re better at this than I thought.”
Cat hums in response, the vibration buzzing through my entire body. Her movements quicken, her lips gliding over me with a slick, intense rhythm. Each pass pulls me deeper into her mouth until I’m hitting the back of her throat with every descent.
Tension coils in my gut. I’m close—too close.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes snap up to mine.
“I’m going to come. Don’t swallow it.”
My release crashes into me like a storm tearing through the woods—wild and unstoppable. A guttural sound escapes my throat, and my hips buck hard, but she doesn’t move away. She stays with me through every shudder until I’m left trembling and raw.
When I’m done, I ease away from her, every nerve in my body still thrumming. “Open,” I rasp.
Cat parts her lips immediately, her tongue glistening with what I just gave her. The sight sends a fresh jolt of heat through me, stirring something primal deep in my gut.
“Now swallow.”
She obeys, her throat bobbing, then shows me her mouth to prove it’s gone.
I smirk and run a thumb over her swollen lips. “Good girl.”
All the tension drains from my body, replaced by a pleasant, satisfied heaviness. I tuck myself back into my jeans while Cat gets to her feet and brushes herself down.
“I bet,” I murmur, “that if I slipped my hand under your skirt, I’d find you soaked.”
Her cheeks flush, but not from embarrassment. She nods.
“Take your underwear off and give it to me.”
Cat arches a brow but does as she’s told, shimmying her knickers down her legs then stepping out of them and bending to retrieve them. I take them from her, letting my fingers brush hers as I do. Then I lift the lace to my nose for a slow inhale. Her scent is intoxicating: sweet with an edge of musk that floods my veins like whisky straight from the bottle.
“These are mine now,” I say simply, slipping the knickers into my back pocket. “Goodnight, Cat.”
Without another word, I turn and stride off through the woods towards my cottage. I don’t need to look back to know she’s still standing there in that indecent little skirt with nothing underneath now to shield her from the chill. She’ll be wondering what the hell just happened—and no doubt cursing me under her breath—but that’s fine by me.
Let her wonder. Let her curse my name with every step back to Bannock. As for me, I’ll be grinning to myself the whole walk home.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ROBBIE
I pull up outside Cat’s flat, kill the engine on my bike, and sit there for a moment, gathering myself. The morning air is crisp, carrying the scent of dew and pine from the nearby woods. I probably should’ve just texted to say I wasn’t coming today. Last night was . . . complicated. But I need the money, and the sooner I finish this job, the sooner I can move on to the next one.
It’s just work, I think to myself as I swing my leg off the bike. Same as yesterday. Same as the day before. Best not to overthink it.
I make my way up to her door and knock. At first there’s no response, so I have to rap again. Finally there’s shuffling from inside, then the door swings open to reveal Cat in a baggy T-shirt and tartan pyjama bottoms, her hair a tousled mess. She takes me in then blinks, suddenly wide awake.
“Oh. I . . . wasn’t expecting you today.”
