“Me too,” she whispers, pulling my mouth down to hers.
I push my tongue into her mouth while one hand travels down to wrap around her hip, my thumb sliding over her clit. Her body bucks under me as her moans fill my mouth. I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. I haven’t had this in so long and her slick, tight heat is only making it that much harder to hold back.
“So close,” she breathes. Her hands move to her breasts, her fingers pulling hard on her nipples.
I lean back, pull her hips up higher, and start slamming into her hard. Her lower body is off the bed, only her shoulders left on the mattress. Looking down her body at my cock sliding in and out of her and at her tits bouncing with each thrust causes my balls to pull up tighter.
“So wet. You feel like silk, so smooth and hot wrapped around my cock.” Her lust-filled eyes meet mine and I can feel her get tighter around me. “You’re gonna come, Kitten.”
She nods, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. I lift my foot up onto the bed and spread her legs wider, pounding into her harder. Her cry and the convulsing of her pussy send me over. I plant myself deep and come hard. My head falls forward, my chest moving quickly. I lift my leg that has fallen asleep and lean forward, sliding my hands under her before pulling her up and then falling to my back with her on my chest without falling out of her.
“You okay?” I ask after I get my breath back.
She nods against my chest, not saying anything.
“We need to shower,” I mumble, running my hands down her back.
When she nods again, I feel her cheek move against my chest and I know she’s smiling.
“You speechless?”
She nods again, and I laugh.
“You called me Kitten.” She giggles, making me smile.
“You don’t like it?”
“I do,” she whispers then lifts her head to look at me. Her eyes search my face for a long moment before she looks away and lays her head back on my chest.
“What was that?”
“Just happy,” she says on a squeeze.
I kiss the top of her head. “You ready to shower?”
“Yeah.” She nods, pressing a kiss to my chest before lifting her hips and pushing off the bed.
I watch her walk to the bathroom, mesmerized by the flare of her hips.
“Are you coming?” she asks over her shoulder.
My eyes travel up her body to her face and I smile, getting off the bed following her into the shower.
“I need you to come down to the station,” James says as soon as I pick up the phone.
I look at the clock and see that it’s after two in the morning. I know Kat’s at home. I talked to her at twelve. She was working on edits for a client. Then was going to get ready to go to bed.
“What’s going on?” I ask, grabbing my keys from the drawer. A couple of the girls who worked here would call if they’d gotten in trouble, so it wasn’t the first time I have been called away from work to help someone out.
“Brandon was just brought in for drinking.”
Shit. I look at the ceiling and pray for patience.
“Is Kat there?” I ask immediately.
Brandon’s a good kid with a lot of anger he doesn’t know what to do with, so he continues to act out without thinking about the consequences. It doesn’t help that his dad is a piece of shit, forcing everything on Kat. My woman is strong, but at the end of the day, the kid needs his dad.
“No. He said he didn’t want to call her, and since he isn’t a minor anymore, my hands are tied.”
“Fuck. Okay. I’m on my way,” I tell him before hanging up. When I make it to the front of the club, I find my brother sitting at the bar, going over an order list. “I need to go.”
“Everything okay?” he asks, standing and following me out of the club.
“Brandon’s at the station with James,” I tell him.
His eyes change from curious to concern. “Wha’d he do?”
“He was drunk.” I shake my head, unlocking my car.
“You want me to call Kathleen?” Joe asks.
I pause, thinking about it before answering. “No. I’ll see her when I drop him at home,” I tell him, getting in the car.
“Call if you need me,” he says, stepping away from the car.
“Will do,” I mumble, slamming the door closed.
I do not want to be in the middle of this, but Kat has been dealing with her son on her own for too long and the kid has been pushing her around, using what happened with his dad as an excuse to be a pain in the ass. So if he wants to call me thinking that, as his mom’s man, I’m gonna ease the blow ‘cause I wanna be on his good side, he has another thing coming.
By the time I get to the precinct, I’m pissed. When I walk into the building, I can hear someone singing “Call Me Maybe” in a loud tone. I know right away that it’s Brandon, and I immediately wonder how much he’s had to drink and if he was driving drunk. I walk down into the bullpen and see James talking to another officer.
“Mike,” James says as soon as he spots me.
“What exactly happened?” I ask, ‘cause if this kid was driving drunk, he is going to learn a hard lesson. His ass will be staying in jail at least until morning—if not longer.
“Him and a couple other boys were drinking in the parking lot of the high school.” He looks across the station when the singing stops and the sound of someone getting sick can be heard. “When Braxton pulled up, the other boys ran off. Brandon stayed put and cooperated.” He pauses again when the sound of singing picks up once again. “I don’t know this kid well, but from what people say, he’s a good boy.” His arms cross over his chest and his hip leans against his desk.
“He’s not a bad kid. He’s angry and acting out but not a bad kid,” I confirm.
“Braxton told me that he stopped Brandon a week ago for driving recklessly.”
“Does Kathleen know about that?” I ask, She never mentioned it to me and I couldn’t picture her not mentioning it at least in passing.
“Braxton let him off with a warning.” James shakes his head. “Brandon told him that he was just messing around. He didn’t have anyone in the car with him and he was in a deserted parking lot, so no one was in any danger. But when he picked him up tonight, he knew that he needed to bring him in.”
“Shit,” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck.
“He was rambling about his dad earlier.”