Chapter Thirty-Nine #2
"I did really love the cabin, though," she admitted, smile wistful.
"I would like to go back someday, maybe a little more prepared for the bad weather.
Or not," she added, shooting me a smile, likely remembering having to share a bed to keep each other warm.
"And Rush's idea of a road trip sounds nice too.
I don't like crowds," she added, shrugging.
I was going to take her on the road trip someday. I wanted to bring her back to those woods too.
On the one hand, it felt soon to be thinking that far ahead.
That said, though, it wasn't like we'd just met.
We'd known each other almost as long as I have been in Navesink Bank.
Then I knew her more deeply on the phone.
Being locked in the woods with her had given me several weeks or months worth of "getting to know you" dates.
On top of all of that, the sex was top fucking tier.
I mean, how much more did you need to know before you decided it was going somewhere?
I didn't think anyone had the exact answer to that.
Some people met and married within a week and were together for forty years, blissfully happy.
Others dated for six years before settling down, and ended up divorced and bitter six months after that.
There was no standard.
I think, sometimes, you just had a good feeling, something inside clicked.
I'd never felt that click before.
But if I looked back, I could see little hints of it over months with Katie, only I didn't always know it was her. And a part of me was struggling with the insecurities regarding my past.
It had been different with Kingston and Savea since Savvy had been a part of the family’s inner circle for a while thanks to Peyton.
And I guess it had been different, too, with Nixon and Reagan since Nixon met Reagan while she was doing less-than-legal things in the name of revenge, so she understood where we were all coming from.
Katie was just a normal woman from a good upbringing with a normal moral compass.
She'd taken it like a champ.
And I guess she was right. It was a part of my past. It had been years. I'd been young and stupid at the time, clinging to my grief and anger instead of dealing with it.
Settling down, building a stronger family unit with the Mallicks had done a lot to ease the pain, to quell the anger.
It wasn’t like I was at risk of becoming a wheel guy again, that I would get the itch for it.
It had always been a mission. There had been a motivating factor.
It had never been about the thrill or the money.
Though, let’s face it, sometimes the thrill was fun.
But I was getting old for that shit now.
My idea of a thrill was learning we were getting a new Indian take-out place in a couple months.
Shit changed.
So did people.
And, I guess, Atlas was changing too.
"Atlas wants to know if you and I can crash at your place tonight," I told Katie back in my room a couple minutes later. "He's having an issue with his apartment. Needs a place to crash for a while. Knowing him, he'll surf over to someone else's couch soon enough, but for a night or two."
"It's okay if you need to spend time with your brother," she told me, gaze sliding away. "You don't have to spend tonight with me if—“
"I'm going to go ahead and cut you off right there," I said, watching as her head lifted. "I want to spend the night with you," I clarified. "And if you want to be here, that's fine. But I thought you might be more comfortable without Atlas hanging around."
"He seems nice."
"He is. But he is also a pain in the ass who doesn't mind his own business. Besides,” I added, lips curving up. "I figured if we are at your place, you might have all the ingredients and the utensils and shit you would need to make me some crêpes."
"I should have known there were ulterior motives," she said, eyes bright. "What if I told you I didn't have any of the ingredients?"
"Well, then," I said, stalking toward her, backing her up against the wall.
"I guess I'd have to eat you for breakfast. Either way, I'm a happy man," I told her, watching the heat flicker in her eyes.
"Atlas is in the other room," she insisted when my hand moved down, slipping under the loose waste of my pants on her hips.
"Mmhmm," I agreed, slipping my fingers up her pussy, teasing over her clit. "That's why you’re going to be real quiet," I told her, voice going lower.
My free hand went to the back of her neck, pressing her face against my shirt, muffling any sounds as I worked her clit, as I finger-fucked her pussy, my cock already aching for release.
Impatient, I led her over to the bed.
I yanked her pants down her legs, nudging her forward, getting her knees on the edge of the mattress.
My hand slid up her spine, pressing it, making her bow forward, her ass up high toward me, giving me a great view as I straightened again, my finger tracing down her slit, slipping inside her for a moment, stroking over her G-spot, driving her up for a minute before pulling out again.
Reaching in the nightstand, I pulled on a condom, grabbing my cock, and slipping inside her.
Every ounce of me wanted to slam in, to fuck her hard and fast, to leave us both panting and boneless in the aftermath.
But she would be embarrassed after.
So I slipped inside her. I fucked her slowly at first, careful not to knock the bed around.
Even so, though, the need for release worked its way through Katie's system, making her whimpering noises become louder.
My hand moved down, grabbing the back of her neck, pressing her face further into the bed fabrics, muffling her noises as I fucked her faster, driving her up, pushing her over, feeling her pussy spasm around me as the comforter swallowed up her cries.
I slammed deep, coming with a hiss.
Afterward, Katie slipped forward, rolling onto her side, shooting me a devilish little smile.
"Okay. I will run out and get the ingredients," she said, making a surprised chuckle move through me.
"That's all I'm asking," I told her, slapping her ass.
"What kind do you want?"
"All of them," I told her, pulling my pants back up, going in my closet to grab some clothes for the day.
"Greedy."
"Mmhmm," I agreed. "I'm gonna go take a shower. Then I will drive you home. You're thinking about going into work late, aren't you?" I asked, watching her gears turning.
"Just for a couple hours. I have been leaving earlier lately."
"Alright, I'll be quick," I agreed.
The selfish part of me wanted to get to her place and take her to bed all day. The other part knew she had responsibilities. So did I. Work as well, and whatever Atlas was going to need from me.
There would be time for bed later.
And then, hopefully, crêpes.