Page 40 of Three Meows

Hot cum spilled over my fingers, but I kept my gaze on Chester’s face. His cheeks were ruddy with the red blush and, under my hand, I felt how his mouth had opened on that last cry of completion. The temptation was too strong, and I dipped my fingers inside, sliding my fingertips over his tongue, feeling him pant around me. Saliva slipped down his chin.

He was a complete mess.

I did this, a proud voice in my head crooned.

“Instead of worrying about people overhearing us, I should have been more worried about someone taking one look at you and seeing how I wrecked you,” I murmured, as Chester watched me with dazed eyes.

He gave me the slowest of blinks, like the cat that he was, utterly relaxed and blissed out.

I was the only thing keeping him from sprawling all over the bed as he became a total noodle. Still, he feebly tried to get his hand under my skirt. I caught it and held it in place.

“You may be satisfied with keeping quiet, but I won’t be. I want you to make me scream. Let’s revisit this when we are back home,” I said.

“M’kay,” Chester agreed and nuzzled against me.

The post-coital bliss really brought out the cat in him.

I had to escape his grabby hands when I went to clean myself up. I returned with a towel to clean my partner with and after we were done with the perfunctory cleaning, Chester wound himself up around me immediately. I was pretty sure that if he was in his cat form he would be purring up a storm.

We should be getting back before the others started to worry… but surely fifteen minutes couldn’t hurt. Despite my best efforts I dozed off, too comfortable snuggling with my lover.

“…Lisa? Lisa? …did she fall asleep?”

I came to consciousness with a rush of panic as the knocking turned into the sound of the door cracking open. My father couldn’t see me in bed with Chester!

“…is that a cat?” My father asked from the half-ajar door.

I blinked, then looked at the other side of the bed where an orange cat tried to scramble away.Oh no, you don’t, I thought and pulled Cheddar against me.

“Yes?” I answered sheepishly, extremely glad my lover’s response time was fast enough to shift before dad saw him.

“…where did you get a cat? Actually, nevermind. It wouldn’t be the first time you brought an animal home. At least it’s not a squirrel this time.”

“Are you going to keep bringing that up forever?” I groaned. “I was eight and didn’t know squirrels shouldn’t be kept as pets!”

“Give me some new material to tease you with and I will drop it,” dad smirked, but then his smile morphed into a more serious expression. “I want to know about details like that from your life, all the fun little stories but also your struggles, the bad days where you could use an ear to share your worries.”

“And you thought sending three men to spy on me was the best way to get those stories?”

There, we were finally talking about it. The elephant in the room has been acknowledged.

Father winced.

“My primary objective was your safety. It’s so easy to get hurt when you are all alone in a big city. As you getting mugged proved.” He hastily held his hands up when my brows narrowed at that. “But! But I realize it was duplicitous of me to keep the knowledge I assigned you a security detail from you. And hearing about you from others is not the same as listening to you share your life with me. Can you talk to me? Please, Lisa?”

I was silent for a moment as I gathered myself and squeezed Chester until he meowed in protest. Then a deluge of words escaped my lips like a waterfall.

“Oh, I will talk,” I said viciously. “Because too few people call you on your shit as the big, bad CEO and you had gotten comfortable getting away with things you should not. Have you imagined for a moment how I would feel when I found out my neighbors were spying on me? That the men who had become my friends were paid to do so? To get close to me? To share information about me? This, me putting my faith into Chester, Elijah, and Rowan after they had come clean to me, is the best happy ending you could possibly get because let me tell you… If I learned about this by myself I would begone. I would take the heaps of money from my trust fund and run somewhere where you would never find me again.”

“Lisa—” Father had the gall to look stricken. It was all a game to him and he was mostly ashamed he got caught. I needed to make him realize how close he got to losing me because of his actions.

“If you ever threaten anyone close to me or use your money and power to put me in a fucking gilded cage again, I will… I will…” I felt the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

Cheddar headbutted my chin and started to purr even as his big cat eyes looked worried.

That’s right. If you do it again I will have three people to support me, I thought with relief. I couldn’t control the actions of others, only hope for the best outcome, but I could control mine.

“I’m sorry,” father blurted out and I snapped my head up. As a born and raised rich boy he was pretty much allergic to this word. To admitting he was wrong. But here he was, gazing at me with those sorrowful eyes. “I know I hurt you, and that’s the last thing I wanted. Give me a chance to make it better?”

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