The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros.: Box Set (119 page)

“Your scent, your body, everything about you, I desire.” His hands left her hips and then she felt his hands on her ankles, and then those hands began to stroke her upwards. First on the outside of her legs, and then on the inside. “I want to touch every part of you, Cat. Stake my claim. Take what it is mine.”

His words, the tone, sent the flames higher in her.

“Are you mine, Cat? All mine?” she heard the undercurrent of possessiveness there, and it thrilled her. Belonging to someone had once terrified her, but not with this man. With this man, she had begun to hope and dream once more.

“Y, y, yessss,” she hissed as his hand cupped her femininity from behind.

Andreas’ cock throbbed and he wanted to enter her depths and lose himself inside. But not yet, this was too important. “Say the words, Cat. I need to hear them.”

“I. Am. Yours.” And with that word he slipped two fingers inside of her wet sheath. Her legs began to tremble. To shake. “I am yours,” she cried out as he felt her contractions pull his fingers deeper.

“Good,” he replied as he began to massage the deepest parts of her. He rubbed and fondled, and felt every inch of her. Feeling for that g-spot. He breathed his warm breath onto her buttocks, and kissed each globe again. Stroking, stroking, as she shook, clenched, and cried out on trembling legs.

“I’m about to . . .”

“Go ahead. Come for me, Cat. I want you to.” He stroked harder, finding her clit, and began to rub her there. Her knees began to buckle and he held her firmly. She screamed and cried out his name.

“Oh, oh, oh, myyyyyyyy,” she continued to cry as the waves kept taking her under. She felt herself collapsing. But he was there. He scooped her up, swinging her legs over one arm as he carried her to the bed.

Her eyes were round, and the greyness was almost silver. She kissed his chest, and felt like crying. She had never known such pleasure, and it would be painful if she had to lose this. Lose him. But each moment with him would give her memories she would cherish forever. She wanted to tell him, felt the urge to do so, but his eyes held her back. “Andreas I . . .,”

“Shh, I am not done yet, Cat,” he placed a finger over her lips. Then bent to kiss her, but did not join her on the bed yet. He took her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked, and then bit it softly before releasing it.

“Andreas I . . . want to please you as well,” she stammered as he walked beside the bed looking at her.

“Come sit on the side of the bed,” he commanded her.

She scooted up and sat waiting. For what she did not know. But once more her heart began to thud. To anticipate. His body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

He pushed down his boxers and stood before her, and she could see very clearly his manhood and thought she understood his meaning. She lifted her hands to touch the silky sheath over the steel, but in an instant he was on his knees once more. “I would like that very much Cat, for you to take me in your mouth. But, I told you, I was still not done with you yet. Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” was all she managed to get out. He claimed her lips and pulled her head to him. She felt her breasts heave in their tight confines, the nipples pressing up against the leather painfully, but it was a pleasurable experience. They ached to be touched, fondled, and licked. Sensing her need, he pulled the string that bound them in the front, and her bustier opened for him. He took first one nipple with his teeth, and released his hold on her hair to take her other nipple between his fingers. He rolled it and squeezed it, elongating it with the rough pads of his thumb. Then he switched, and she could feel herself getting wet again. Her womanly folds throbbed and she ached to feel him fill her, and to be one with him again.

But instead he pushed her down and broke from her breast. Her disappointment was brief, as he then slid aside the little slip of cloth covering her pussy. He spread her legs wide, and then wider, and when his mouth made contact with her drenched pussy it was unlike anything she had felt before. The intensity and shock of the intimate touch had her reeling and bucking off the bed. Her heels dug into the carpet. She pushed herself against him, harder, relishing his tongue and what it was doing to her.

Feeling her pleasure building, Andreas took her leg and placed it over his shoulder to get better access to her. She was deliciously sweet and incredibly wet. He used his tongue to tease her, circling her clit and exposing the tiny bud. When she was fully unsheathed and her moans of pleasure were increasing, he sucked her clit into his mouth pulling on her hard. Then he released her and did it again. He used his tongue to reach into the depths of her, thrusting, and withdrawing and then he returned to her clit to bring her to a frenzy.

Cat felt every minute movement, and she couldn’t catch her breath. The emotions she felt for this man were overpowering her. When she felt his hands on her thighs caressing, stroking while his tongue alternated between delving deeper and devouring her, she could stand no more. Her scream of passion rent the room, and she came like never before. Instead of stopping, Andreas added his finger to her already sensitive bud, and stroked it harder as he watched her come undone. She writhed beneath his ministrations as multiple waves of pleasure had her coming quickly once more.

She collapsed in exhaustion. “Oh. . . that was . . . intense.” Her breathing was erratic, and she had not the energy to move.

Andreas slid onto the bed next to her. She rolled onto her side, her energy gone. “Thank you Cat, for letting me love you that way.” He kissed each eyelid, as she dozed off to sleep knowing she should say something in return. But, she needed to close her eyes for just one minute.

Andreas waited patiently for Cat to awaken. He knew he had tired her, pushed her to her limits this afternoon. But he wanted to show her how it could be between partners who cared for one another. Partners who wanted to please one another. He knew her experiences had been brutal, forced, and ugly, and wanted to make sure she experienced all that great sex could be.

He enjoyed watching her sleep, too. He often woke before her, but didn’t have the leisure to watch her for long. This time he took her in, the sight of her sated and resting after he had pleased her well. She was remarkably beautiful. Her pale skin had a rosy glow in the lamp light. She had just a few freckles on her cheekbones, but he felt like he could pick her out of a crowd by just gazing at them. Even his ex-fiancée had faded from his mind eventually. He wouldn’t ever forget this raven haired beauty. He knew his feelings for her were growing stronger. It terrified him, but he was determined to try with her if she would let him. He didn’t even know if she saw that kind of future for herself. For so long he had denied that it was a possibility for him. What a difference a few weeks made. And even amidst the most important investigation of his life, he didn’t think he could let her walk away without a fight. He knew the timing was wrong, and would wait before he suggested more. But in the deepest part of his heart, he hoped she would want a possible future with him.

*     *     *

Cat awoke suddenly
feeling eyes upon her. The moment she met his gaze, she asked, “How long was I sleeping?”

“Just thirty minutes or so,” he glanced down at her taking in her disheveled appearance.

“Oh, Andreas. I am sorry. I did not pleasure you in return.” She turned to her side, propping her naked body up one elbow.

“Don’t be sorry for that. We have tonight,” he whispered seductively.

“Or now,” she suggested.

He knew he had worn her out. “Cat, tonight is fine. I can be patient. You are worth it,” he murmured lying back, and pulling her down on top of him. “Let’s lie here a bit longer. I enjoy just holding you.”

“The others are not back yet?” she asked settling in.

“No. I don’t think so. Rest, I’ll wake you in a bit and we can shower and join them for dinner.”

“Mhm,” she responded yawning. Another nap sounded good if he was here beside her.

Tit for Tat

T
he crisp air
reinvigorated him. The weather had finally cooled and fall had arrived. He enjoyed the anonymity of the south, but the weather was never something he had gotten used to.

He sat in his beat up Dodge Spirit. It was nondescript, a faded green from the Florida heat, and had over 200,000 miles on it. But it was running and he was happy for the tinted windows. He sipped his drink, and placed the Hardee’s Styrofoam container of sweet tea back onto the seat next to him. He was taking Angela today. He wasn’t sure how, but he was determined. He watched the Marinos all leave early. He heard on the news last night they were attending a charity event that evening for some military shindig on the base. He knew then, that it was time. He would grab her, and his hunch that she would be the last to leave had paid off.

Unlike his other victims, whom he knew were single, and had followed to their respective homes, he planned to grab her here. He wanted Andreas to know, to see him on his security tapes if he had them. It was stupid, but it was his way of telling him to fuck himself. Andreas had taken his woman, and now he was taking something of his. Like last time. Tit for tat. Andreas had robbed him of his wife and son, so he had taken his parents. Now he had taken Catarina, so he would take this woman.

From the sign on the door, the business closed at 6:00 PM and it was close to that now. He glanced at the clock on the dash. He had just ten minutes to wait. He would get out of the car a few minutes early and then grab her right out front. He had a bottle of chloroform. Stuff was pretty easy to make as he had found out when he first began to kill. His father had used it on the woman when he was moving them to make them easier to handle. An old family recipe so to speak. It was the only good thing his father had ever taught him. But, it had to be precise, and one had to be careful. The fumes could be toxic, and you could not use too much or you could kill the victim before you actually wanted to.

The bottle lie beside him, and he was about to uncap it when his heart thudded in his chest. A police cruiser had pulled up behind him. He fumbled briefly with the bottle and slipped it behind him. He set his hand on the shift to put the car into drive. But the police officer passed him and with a slight nod walked up to the Marino offices just as the secretary, Angela came out. She greeted the young man warmly, as he escorted to his cruiser.

“Thanks for inviting me out to dinner, Michael. I’m babysitting for Andreas tonight, so now I won’t have to cook.”

“No problem, Mom. I thought it was a good idea. I am just finishing my shift, and I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Aw, you are so sweet. Still my baby,” she cooed as he shut her door and then went round to his side of the car.

Sal wanted to cry. He was devastated. His plans for the evening were ruined. He considered following them, but with having a police escort tonight, and babysitting on that god forsaken island that had tight security, there was no way he could have gotten close to them there. He needed to think. He needed a new plan. So after the police car was out of sight, he pulled out into traffic. He headed home, to think, and to plan.

The Fight

A
ndreas and Gio
waited downstairs. The girls were still upstairs getting ready and they were discussing what Tony and his security team may have found out.

“If he can find where this guy works, or lives and the new identity he is using, he will pull off one heck of a miracle.” Gio stated taking a small pull on the O’Doul’s he was drinking.

Andreas took a sip of the scotch he had poured. “Yes, that would definitely give us the break we need.” He hoped Tony’s team had been able to narrow the playing field. It would give them a place to start looking at least.

Just then Blaze and Bella walked in. Blaze was also dressed in a tuxedo, while Bella wore a black roman style gown that flattered her expanding waistline. She was nearly five months pregnant, and she was glowing. The morning sickness she had been experiencing finally passed.

“You look lovely, Bella.” Andreas approached and kissed his sister-in-law on the cheek.

“Yes, you do,” Gio agreed and was right behind his brother to greet her.

“She is gorgeous,” Blaze added his own appreciative comments, although he had told her, and showed her how beautiful she was before they had come downstairs. Blaze was proud of his wife. She was everything he ever dreamed of, and she had come out from under a very tough year. Today, they just found out the sex of their baby, and he couldn’t be happier. They planned to tell the others tonight.

“Hey, now. Bella, you look amazing.” It was Nikko coming in with his Ronnie on his arm. She wore a scarlet gown that clung to her curves. Her blond hair was piled high on her head, soft ringlets framing her oval face.

All greeted the stunning Ronnie when Johnny came through the door to announce his mother and Catarina would be coming down soon, and that Angela had just arrived.

“I’m here,” Angela joined the growing crowd in the library. “I brought movies, and snacks,” she announced.