So yesterday… Cat and I did nothing but relax and recover from the events of the last few days. She wasn’t going to start with Callie and Sloane until the next day as Callie was having a bunch of shit moved from a warehouse over to the campaign headquarters for them to organize.
Cat and I hung at the apartment all day, wore sweatpants, ordered Chinese takeout, and binged on Netflix. The only sign of energy either of us exhibited was while we were watching Jessica Jones. I was sitting on the couch, my legs propped on the coffee table. Cat was lying on her side, her head on my thigh.
Just as Jessica and Cage were getting it on for the first time, Cat shifted, rolled, and came up on her knees beside me. With her face still turned toward the TV screen and watching Cage take Jessica up against the wall, she palmed my crotch with her hand and started rubbing.
My breath froze and I held still.
Deliriously happy she initiated not only because my cock was about to feel really good, but also because Cat was embracing her sexuality in a natural manner. She was doing something she wanted to do with no one prodding her or expecting anything.
So she blew me right there while I watched Jessica Jones. Well, fuck… couldn’t watch it. Couldn’t concentrate on anything but her wet mouth on me, so we had to rewind.
“What’s the smile for?” Cat asks.
I blink away the memory, coming back to focus on her watching me in the bathroom mirror as I lean against the doorjamb. Not sure why I’m still loitering because I could have left for work already, but like I said… very much enjoying the view.
“Just thinking about that blow job you gave me yesterday on the couch,” I tell her truthfully.
She beams back at me in the mirror as she puts the cap back on her mascara. “It was really good, wasn’t it?”
“Best ever,” I murmur, and I think it was. But then again, each encounter with this woman just keeps getting better and better.
She turns, placing the mascara in a black, quilted bag laying on my cramped vanity. Resting her butt against the counter ledge, she places her palms to either side and says, “Listen… I want to reach out to Kevin and demand a copy of the signed will he says supposedly exists.”
“I thought we were going to wait for Bridger—”
“I’m tired of waiting, Rand,” she interrupts. “I’m sorry… but this is my life and I want to get this settled so I can move on.”
“Move on from here?” I ask her quietly, my throat aching just pushing those words out.
She gives a quick shake of her head. “No. Not from here, here… I mean like move on from Samuel, his family, and everything that was my life.”
I instantly inflate with relief and wonder if subconsciously I hadn’t been pushing the will aside because I was afraid she would leave after it was worked out. But I can’t keep her here against her wishes to move on, whether it be from my apartment or from a bad life, and I swore to myself that I’d help her out as best I could.
“Let me call Bridger really quick and see if he’s got anything to offer before you call, okay?” I ask her as I pull my phone out of my pocket.
She nods and I dial Bridger’s cell, putting it on speakerphone so Cat can hear when he answers, “What’s up?”
“Just checking in to see if you got to look over the copy of that trust agreement I brought you?”
“Sorry man,” he says with true apology in his voice. “I’ve had a bit of an issue going on at The Silo and just haven’t been able to get to it.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, completely feeling a bit guilty I haven’t been there in so long. Bridger hasn’t said a word, and I wasn’t poking the bear on that.
He sighs into the phone. “I don’t even know if issue is the right word or not, but I accepted a new patron into the club upon a recommendation of a few of our more established members. In fact, he bought himself a platinum membership, as well as memberships for his harem… four of them in all.”
My head snaps over to Cat, and she has the same raised eyebrow look that I do.
“Did you say harem?” I ask with a laugh.
“I don’t know what the fuck you call it, but the man has four women he brings in with him, and they all sort of… belong to him, I guess. It’s fucking weird, but hey… you know our motto… no judgment.”
“Then what’s the issue?”
“He’s got this girl… woman, really, but young. Twenty years old and supposedly a virgin. Won’t let anyone fuck her. They can do other things do her, but not fuck her. Rumor is going around he’s going to auction off her virginity and everyone’s in an uproar, wanting it for themselves. I’ve been at The Silo every night just making sure I keep an eye on things. But seriously, reviewing that document just slipped my mind.”
“It’s cool,” I tell him, but inside, I wish he’d have some better advice.