My dark secret

Chapter 16

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Tom

I sit glaring at Pete from across the hall. Instead of being nine inches deep in Catherine, I have to watch her help Pete finish stitching up Guy. If he's going to get into fights, he should face the consequences, not be fawned over by beautiful women. Fuck-head.

Bach is lying near her. I bet he wants to go home as well.

Suddenly, I see her pull of the gloves. My temper worsens when I see her laugh with them. C'mon! Hurry the fuck up!

"I'll just wash my hands and we can get going," she tells me.

I nod curtly. She's already taking too long.

She comes back out a moment later with her bag and Bach in tow. "Ready?"

I stand. "You have no idea."

I follow her on my bike, my mood getting better the closer we get to her house. She stops at a traffic light and I pull up next to her, tapping on the window to tell her to wind it down.

"Just so you know," I yell over the rumble of my engine, "you won't be able to walk by the time I'm done with you."

Her breathing hitches and her knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.

I flash her my most devilish grin.

"After you, m'lady," I shout, pointing at the traffic light that has turned green.

That should have got her motor running.

Catherine

I don't even bother waiting for Tom as I hurry up the stairs.

How is it that I went nearly two years without sex? It's been three nights since I went clubbing with Nieke and Charlotte and I feel like I'm about to go crazy from the sexual frustration.

Tom comes in the flat, kicking the door closed behind him, with his jacket already off and eyes wild. I literally throw myself at him. He stands firm, kissing me back with the same fierceness as me.

I have never needed someone or something more in my life. I yank his top off, desperately trying to feel more of him. He picks me up and carries me over to the dining table without breaking our kiss. The cool surface comes into contact with my back and it contrasts with Tom's burning skin. I need to feel more. I break our kiss to pull off my top while he pulls off my shorts. There is nothing slow or careful about our movements. We've both been denying this for too long.

"Fuck," he breathes. He's standing between my legs drinking me in.

He presses his thumb against my clit through my knickers. My breathing hitches and my hips jerk.

His eyes are shining. "You're so wet."

He starts to rub circles over my sweet spot and my eyes roll back.

"If you dare leave me like yesterday, I will hunt you down," I tell him and he laughs.

"Don't worry, kitten. I'm not going anywhere."

He pulls the material to the side and runs his fingers through the folds, making me moan. He teases the entrance and I whimper in frustration.

"Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?"