Page 81 of Champagne & Handcuffs
“You two deserve it,” Nathan said. “I can’t even imagine. You’re a strong chick, baby girl.”
“Oh my God!” Hannah gasped suddenly. “Remember that guy Dan from speed dating? Could you imagine if he’s really a murderer?”
I watched as Cat’s eyes widened and remembered seeing that Dan guy had called Cat while we were in Vegas.
“Well, I’ll never hear from him again anyway,” Cat stated. “I lost his number when they took all my stuff when I was kidnapped.”
“Should I be jealous here?” I asked. I was jealous hearing Cat talk about another man even if it was her saying she’ll never hear from him again.
Cat snorted. “No. I don’t even know the guy’s last name. He’ll probably just think I’m blowing him off.” She waved her hand dismissively.
“Good,” I stated. I had plans. Big plans and they didn’t involve me fighting for Cat with another dude.
I never saw a gator,though I was looking. When I spent my summers in Miami, I’d seen a few. Never swam with them, though.
“Your friends seem nice.” We slid under the covers of her king-sized bed.
“Yeah, they are.”
“How long have you been friends with them?”
Cat placed her head on my chest and paused, thinking. “I’ve known Hannah since my senior year and Nathan about Five or six years.”
“Oh, right. I remember you mentioning Hannah when we used to talk that year. I’m glad you had people.”
She looked up at me. “Now I have all my people.”
I leaned down a little and brushed my lips against hers. She returned the kiss, and before I could stop myself, my tongue licked against her bottom lip, and she opened, granting me access. We kissed for long seconds until Cat rose and straddled my hips. We went from being together several times a day to nothing, and now, as she sat on top of me, my dick hardened.
And then Cat retreated, scurrying away to her side of the bed.
“Kitty—”
“I’m sorry.” A tear slid down her cheek, and I brushed it away with my thumb.
“Don’t be sorry.”
“But I’m broken,” she cried.
I rolled to face her, raising up on my elbow. “I’m gonna say it again, baby. You went through some shit.”
“Yeah, but I can’t even be with my boyfriend. When I feel something down there, I think about the faceless man.”
I brushed more tears from her face. “Kitty Cat, I loved you before we were having sex, and I’m going to love you when we’re old and I can’t get it up anymore. We’re gonna get through this.”
She chuckled through her tears. “I hope we have sex again before you can’t get it up anymore.”
I grinned down at her. “I hope so too, but if not, it’s not going to change how I feel about you.”
Cat smiled tightly up at me. “I love you.”
I softly kissed her lips. “I love you too, baby.”
The next morning,after we got Cat a new cell phone, we drove to my grandma’s. It was a lot nicer than the trailer she once had. She had a one bedroom apartment in a senior living facility that had everything she needed.
“When was the last time you saw your grandma?” Cat asked as I pulled into the driveway.
“It’s been a couple of years. Once I made detective, finding vacation time was hard.”
