CHAPTER ELEVEN
SOME KIND OF CONNECTION
BIANCA
M y best friend, Asia, was safe and sound. I remembered finding her in Rémy and Romeo’s hotel suite. She sat on the royal blue sofa drinking a pink Cosmo.
“Asia, are you good?” I asked from the center of the room.
My brows rose. How was she able to order the drink? Cotton candy wasn’t readily available in every store. Tori often bought pink and blue cotton candy from a specialty store near her condo whenever she made the drink for our card night.
We were in an upscale hotel. They probably kept the sweet stuff that melted in your mouth on hand.
A wide smile lifted her pouty, gold-colored lips. “Yeah, I’m chill. I just needed to take the edge off. Yesterday was pretty intense.”
I blew out a breath. “It was.”
After Tori killed Tyra, then almost died herself, I forgot about the adrenaline pumping diamond heist.
I felt Romeo and Rémy’s eyes move with me as I inched from my spot to my best friend.
“Asia, it’s just you and them in this hotel room. What do you plan to do with them?” I whispered through bared teeth.
A wicked grin took her lips. “Nothing I hadn’t done before. This wouldn’t be my first threesome,” she giggled as her eyes met theirs.
I swiveled on my white slipper covered feet. “Listen up, you two. Don’t hurt my friend?” I snarled.
Romeo shook his head. “We wouldn’t hurt her in a bad way. Trust me, it would be all good.” He winked.
My gaze shot back to hers. Asia’s tongue swiped across her lower lip as her lust filled eyes remained on them.
“Bianca, I’m fine. They aren’t holding me against my will. We’re just relaxing and getting to know each other. If things get a little heated. I’m sure I’ll love every... fucking...second.”
What the fuck did they put in her drink?
My nostrils flared as I stared at the guys. “Did you two give her ecstasy?”
Romeo’s face fell. “We don’t have to drug a woman to fuck us.”
Rémy placed his hands up as if he was surrendering. “You’ve got it all wrong. We have Asia’s best interest at heart. We’d never harm her.”
“I’m going to take a shower. Guys, are you coming?” I heard Asia ask.
Peering over my shoulder, I watched my best friend’s back as she sauntered toward the oversized bathroom.
She didn’t look like she was being forced to do something against her will. Asia seemed confident with her decision.
“Ok, I’m leaving. But I’m letting Catch know about the three of you,” I warned.
“You do that. Catch is the wild one out of all of us,” Rémy snickered.
The back of Romeo’s hand smacked his brother’s chest. “Rémy, something tells me Bianca’s the only one who can tame Catch.”
“Yup, I’ve never seen him so possessive and crazy over a woman,” Rémy confirmed.
I shook my head as I brushed my hands over the white plush robe. What could I say to that last part? Catch was possessive when it came to me.
“Bye, Asia,” I yelled before I stalked back into my room.
***P***
Later that evening, I brought the short rocks glass to my lips, savoring the vodka and cranberry juice on my tongue while watching New Moon. I loved vampire movies. Wished there were more recent quality vampire movies I could fall in love with. Guess I’d keep watching the classics like the Underworld franchise.
Heavy knuckles rattled the door. “It’s me. I’m coming in,” Catch barked.
He loosened his dark tie as he entered the well-lit room, closing the door behind him.
Catch winced as his eyes fell on the TV screen.
“That movie is garbage,” he stated, tossing his tie on the chair.
I chuckled. “To you it might be. But I love it. We won’t like similar things Catch. We’re very different people.”
Shrugging off his gray suit jacket, Catch rolled his eyes, then strolled into the bathroom.
I laughed. He didn’t like my answer. Good.
Twenty minutes later, he stalked out of the bathroom with a black plush towel wrapped around his waist.
I noticed the blond stubble on his cheeks was neatly trimmed. My eyes swept over his body. Beads of water glistened on his muscled chest and arms. Now I found my tongue slicking across my lips like Asia’s was earlier.
His wet blond hair was slicked back. He grabbed another towel off the dresser and slipped it over his hair. I felt my core tighten as I watched Catch. The movie wasn’t of interest anymore. The true star of the evening had arrived. I only had eyes for him. He halted at the foot of the king-sized bed.
A smirk hit his lips. “Am I taking you away from your movie?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Open your robe,” he ordered, throwing the towel he used to dry his hair to the floor.
My fingers hovered over the belt. “Lose the towel and I’ll open the robe.”
Catch stood there like he was contemplating what to do next.
I grabbed the bottle of top shelf vodka off the nightstand and poured a generous amount into my glass, then took a long sip.
“What is this? A game of I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” He arched a blond brow.
“Yes,” I breathed now, squeezing my legs together. The effect this man had on me was blatantly obvious. Catch effortlessly pulled me under his spell.
I poured more vodka into the glass, then stretched my hand out, offering him the liquor.
He removed the crystal rocks glass from my hand. “Thank you, baby.”
I mouthed his statement and visibly swallowed.
He chugged the harsh contents like it was a glass of water.
“Bombshell, no hiding your feelings. I love what I do to you. How you crave me. How you can’t wait to feel my pierced cock.”
A shudder struck every inch of my body. He didn’t lie. I couldn’t wait to feel his pierced dick again at my entrance.
Was I crazy for going along with this arranged relationship?
Clearly, I was. But it was something about the way he claimed me. Refused to let another man near me.
“Remove my towel,” he directed in a calm tone.
I scooted forward.
He lifted a finger. “Bring the vodka bottle.”
A smile lifted my cheeks. I needed the liquid courage for the first time Catch and I fucked.
Anytime I brought a guy to the playhouse, the girls assumed it was to have sex. Honestly, I just wanted a place to relax with the guy I was kicking it with at the time. Not having to worry about my younger brothers all up in my space.
Guys never gave me orgasms. I was often left to get myself off. And just because a guy had a big dick didn’t mean he knew how to use it. After a few times of being let down, I stopped having sex. Catch proved he had tongue skills. What could he do with Prince Albert and his cock?
Standing on my knees before Catch, I held his gaze as we passed the glass back and forth between us. The liquor felt like it scorched my throat. It was so strong. Yet, I embraced the warmth it gave my insides. And the push it gave me to speak the truth.
“Catch, I’m so scared you’ll hurt me.” I tugged his towel free, letting it drop to the floor.
He yanked the belt from my robe. The fabric parted, revealing the outline of my plump breasts, stomach, and mound. His eyes roved my gingerbread complected skin before his fingers massaged the hair on my mound.
The sensation of his fingers massaging such a private part of my body forced my teeth into my lower lip.
“Yes,” I moaned.
His fingers dipped lower, caressing my folds. Holding my gaze, he brought his drenched fingers to his mouth and sucked.
“So fucking delicious,” he muttered.
I might’ve taken a shower and placed big loose curls in my hair before Catch’s shift ended. I wanted to look pretty for him.
Catch had a thing for my body wash. I found it a little odd that an entire case arrived earlier with the racks of clothes he had sent to the hotel suite for the girls and me.
Sitting back on my hunches, I twirled the rim of the glass over my lips as I stared at his huge dick. It looked bigger than it did the last time we were together. That couldn’t be possible.
Catch slipped his fingers into my hair, pulling my eyes to meet his.
“This is the only pussy I desire, Bianca.”
“Callum,” I breathed. He stared at me for a beat at the mention of his real name.
My emotions were on ten for Callum, who I hadn’t known that long. For some reason, I was ready to give all of myself to him. I was in love with the way he devoured my pussy. His dick game hopefully matched up.
“Your friends said you’re the wild one of the bunch,” I repeated what his friends told me as I pressed the glass against his lips. “Sounds like you’ve fucked a lot of women.”
He sipped the liquor. “The other women don’t matter anymore, Bianca. No one makes me crazy. Just you. Now drink,” he demanded, pushing the glass to my mouth.
His big hand was still lodged in my hair as I threw the burning liquor down my throat. Catch pulled his lower lip into his mouth as his gray eyes drank me in.
“How do you feel, baby?” he asked, pouring more vodka into the glass.
A goofy smile swept across my face. “Good.”
He grinned. “Perfect. Cap the bottle.”
I did.
Catch released my hair and took the glass from my hand. My ass lightly hit the mattress.
He moved across the room, sipping the vodka as he sat the tall bottle on the dresser.
Under the soft lights, his tanned, muscled ass and chiseled back looked like a work of perfection.
Shouldering off the robe, I flicked it aside. My palms dug into the mattress behind me, and I widened my legs.
“If I asked you to watch Twilight with me later, would you?” I asked.
He turned, stroking his dick as his eyes met my pussy.
A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “Yeah.”
I threw my head back, laughing. “You’d do it because I asked?”
After draining the glass, he sat it on the dresser, then stalked toward me. “Yes, Bianca. If you said you wanted to spend the day at a computer science museum, I’d do it because it meant we’d be together and ultimately it would make you happy.”
Leaning forward on all fours, I pressed my lips against the tip of his dick. “That’s so sweet.”
“Fuck, what a sight,” he breathed.
“Bombshell, flatten your tongue and slide it along the piercing.”
I did as I was told and watched as pleasure exploded on Callum’s face. It was a rare sight to witness genuine pleasure on his face. He slipped his dick past my lips, thrusting slowly.
Holding his gaze, I sucked his dick like a lollipop. My man loved every minute. I think what made the moment special was me. I smiled inside at the thought.
Catch was the first man who made me feel relaxed. I could be me. He didn’t shun my nerdy ways. The way he stared at me with hunger and need told me I was the only woman who mattered.
I inched backward slowly. Catch removed his dick from my mouth and caressed my cheek. “You were amazing, baby.”
My cheeks heated under his touch, before a smile lifted my lips. “I love pleasing you, Catch.”
He grinned. “I know, Bianca.”
Catch pushed my body back onto the bed. He spread my legs, giving him the perfect view of my pink center. “Your wet pussy’s fucking gorgeous, Bombshell.”
Catch leaned over and slid his tongue from my mound, along my slit, down to my puckered hole. His tongue slicked around my clit before he sucked it into his mouth. Tiny tingles danced over my skin.
My chest rose and fell. “Callum,” I yelled, fisting the sheet as my toes shivered in the air.
The six-foot two giant stood and gripped the back of my knee as he circled the tip of his pierced cock at my entrance. That one move made me so wet. The sensation felt incredible. The way the ring and tip together squeezed into my tight hole. The friction had goosebumps rising on my skin. I almost lost it. Why did it feel so good?
“Callum, fuck me,” I begged.
I reached up, cradling the back of his neck.
“You’re my forever woman, Bianca,” he whispered against my lips as he slid inch by inch into my pussy. The pleasure and pain sent shivers whipping over my skin.
His beautiful face twisted. “Fuck, you feel so tight. And oh, so fucking good,” he growled through bared teeth.
The second he was inside of me; he circled his huge dick within my walls. My body went limp in his grasp. What the fuck was happening? I felt like I was suspended in the air as he rocked back and forth inside of me. The sound of his balls slapping my pussy surrounded us.
I couldn’t believe I was fucking Callum so quickly after we met. But what did it matter? He had no intention of letting me go.
We breathed heavily as we stared at each other under hooded eyes. The orgasm stirred low in my stomach and quickly sent a wave of desire dancing over every nerve ending in my body.
“Callum,” I roared as his hand curled around my neck and he slammed into my pussy, hitting a spot that pushed me over the edge. It felt like I was hit by a tsunami and a tornado at the same time. He looped my leg through his corded, muscled arm. His calloused fingers caressed my leg as he plunged his cock to an unimaginable height in my pussy. Each move made me so fucking weak for him.
“Bianca, baby, I swear...” he grunted, squeezing my neck tighter with his other hand. “I will murder the next motherfucker who stares at your ass too long.”
“Callum,” I choked out in warning beneath his tight grasp.
Surprisingly, I liked the way his hand held my neck in his possessive grip.
“Oh, yes, daddy. Fuck me harder,” I shouted.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto my breast. He leaned over and licked a drop of sweat off the tip of my hard brown nipple.
“I’ll never use protection in this pussy that belongs to me,” he breathed.
I stared at him through long lashes. “How do you know...I’m on some form of birth control?”
“The birth control pills in your bag. They show you’re up to date. If you don’t want me to come inside of you. I’ll pull out.”
Catch compromising. That was a shock.
He picked up his pace, sending me into a drunken orgasm state. “I want to feel your come inside of me, Callum.” My back arched off the bed as my fingers grazed his rippling abs.
“Good, because I want to mark these sweet walls with my cum.” Catch threw his head back again, jerking his hips wildly as he yelled my name. “Bianca, you’re motherfucking mine. I’m the only man who’ll ever have you again.” He stilled, emptying his cum inside of me.
Catch released my neck, collapsing onto my body. He braced a hand near my head, careful not to put all his weight on me. His cock jerked inside my body, and I liked it.
Catch fell to my side. My brown legs tangled with his tanned ones. Staring into his eyes, I smiled.
“That was perfect, Callum.”
His soft pink lips took mine. “You’re perfect, Bianca,” he whispered.
“Women like you are the reason bodyguards don’t fall in love.” His fingers pushed my wild, dark hair out of my face.
My brows lifted and my mouth formed an O.
“My job is to always be on high alert. How can I do that when all I want to do is think of you?” His thumb skated across my lower lip. “And hold you in my arms.”
He released a heavy sigh.
A smile lifted my lips as I met his gaze. “You just have to make it your mission to survive your dangerous day so you can see me again.”
A boyish smirk tugged at his lips. “I’ll do that to see the woman who’s forever mine.”
***P***
The next day, the girls and I met in Tori’s suite. Our familiar circle was changing. The bodyguards were now a part of our circle.
I listened to Simone spill her guts about how she met Ezra again. But this time, to all the girls. We hung onto her every word. She was hiding a secret. Asia and Tori met my gaze the second Simone closed her eyes. Something deep and painful happened between Simone and Ezra. Taking her virginity was just the tip of the iceberg. We needed to know what he said to her before he walked out of her life.
The moment Ezra appeared in the room; Simone verbally attacked him. The way he picked her up and carried her out of the room like his personal Barbie doll was kind of cute. There was a fire between them. You could tell they were forever connected somehow. Now if we could just get Simone to tell us the whole truth, we could help her heal and properly repair their relationship.
Later that afternoon, Catch blindfolded me. He said he had a surprise for me.
I heard him open a metal door. The smell of grass and exhaust fumes lingered under my nose in the summer heat.
“Step forward,” he stated, tugging me with him.
“Where are we, Catch?” I asked. My voice echoed in a large space.
I heard muffled yelling as we walked deeper into the building.
What the fuck? My heart lurched in my chest.
“Catch, what’s going on?” I asked, as I halted.
He removed his tie from my eyes.
I gasped at the sight in front of me. “Catch. What have you done?”
gtHe snickered as he stared down at me, placing his gloved hands on my cheeks. “It’s never a dull day when you’re my woman, baby.” Catch crushed my lips.
Pulling back, I took in my surroundings. “Clearly,” I muttered.