My dark secret

Chapter 14

Hello!

I'm going to honest. I only had planned up until this point. After here, there's only a vague idea of what I want to happen. So here's to making up as I go along! Cheers!

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Tom

The clubhouse is finally quite. The women and kids are in the sleepers and the men that aren't on patrol duty are with their wives, lying on the sofas or quietly grouped having a nightcap.

Exhaustion is taking over my body. I feel like I haven't slept for days. Come to think of it, I haven't slept well since the night Catherine and her friends went clubbing. I wonder how she's doing. I think back to her fight with Shorty. I'm impressed. She's patient, fast and precise; a good combination.

I wander over to her room to check on her. Opening the door a crack, I see Bach raise his head.

"Are you awake?" I whisper.

"Yes."

"Do you mind if I come in?"

"No."

I go in, close the door behind me and sit on the edge of the bed. Bach is lying between us so instead of touching Catherine like I want to, I give him a pat.

"I'm sorry about all this. Hopefully it'll all be over by tomorrow."

"It's okay," she replies. "It's like an adventure."

I snort. Yeah, one hell of an adventure.

"Besides," she insists, "I've got some good research done." There's a pause. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice tinted with concern.

"Yeah, just a bit tired."

"Do you want to lie down?"

"Nah, I'm all right."

She sees straight through my lie. She tells Bach to move and makes space for me. "Come here."

I take my jacket off and place it on the floor next to me. A groan escapes me as I lie back on top of the covers. "Okay, but only for a little while," I tell her.

I can hear her breathing softly next to me and I reach out to her. "Come here." I pull her close to me with her head on my chest. She fits so perfectly. The top of her head tickles my nose a little as stray hairs brush against of my face. I love how she smells, like fruit and flowers.

"But seriously, I can't stay for long."

Catherine

When I wake, I'm curled up next to Tom. I've never seen him sleep before, which is maybe a good thing as he is my body-guard after all. He looks at peace, not pissed off or flirtatious which seem to be his only two settings.

I can smell breakfast being cooked and I try to get up without disturbing him.

"Mno," he mumbles, pulling me back down.

Laughing softly, I run a hand through his hair. "Good morning."

He smiles, his eyes still closed. "Morning, beautiful." He kisses me on the forehead and then on the lips.

Oh, God those lips. I would kiss them forever.

He pulls back the covers and hooks my bare leg around his waist, pressing his morning hardness against me.

The need to have him inside me hits me like a train. Playfully, I bite his lip and get a sharp slap to my bottom in response.

"Bad girl," he says against my lips. His hand goes between my legs and I moan out loud.