Overall, I watched as Catarina slowly came out of her shell as time went by. She would never be the woman I fell in love with all those years ago, but she was still mine. That would never change.
As for Colin, he adapted well to the club life. It also helped that all my brothers loved having him around, none more so than Massacre. He and Colin had become best buddies, and now it was hard separating the two. Much to my disappointment, I realized that Colin was becoming more like Dwayne more and more every day.
Catarina told me to let it go. That our son had somehow seen Massacre as some kind of superhero. Once again, I was regaled to the bottom of the barrel. I didn’t mind, though, because my brother was a hero in my eyes. He saved me that day in the garden and never left my side. If that wasn’t a hero, I didn’t know what was.
Looking at my watch, I shouted, “Fun time is over, slackers! We need to head back before Cat has my balls in a vise!”
Axel and Massacre laughed as Shadow yelled back, “I know. I gave her the clamps!”
Flipping him off, I said nothing more as Massacre scooped up Colin, who threw his head back, laughing as Mass tickled him.
“Come on, little man, almost time for dinner.”
“Momma!”
“Yep, let’s go see momma.”
Thirty-Six
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As we headed back to the compound, I closed my eyes, tuning out my brothers while they talked about the upcoming run. I remember last night when I walked into our room, seeing my woman standing by the window looking out over the compound. Smiling, I said nothing as I walked over to her, wrapping her in my arms.
“Why are you still awake, my love,” I whispered lightly, placing soft kisses up and down her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips. My hands moved over her chest, cupping her breast as I lightly twisted and pinched her nipples. Moving further down her torso, my hands dug into her hips, bringing her ass against my hard cock.
Fuck, she was the most intoxicating woman I ever met.
Just thinking about her got me hard.
Grinding myself into her, my whole body throbbed for her.
When I walked in and saw her, I had planned on making slow love to her, but now I couldn’t wait.
I needed to be in her.
My hands moved towards her neck, brushing the pads of my fingers along the side, tangling in her hair. I turned her towards me and kissed her lips, teasing and sucking her bottom lip. I pulled away and saw that smile of hers that drove me wild, so timid and sexy. Just a hint of her knowing how beautiful she was to me.
That was what turned me on so much.
The fact that she was so beautiful and sexy and didn’t even know it.
I took my time nibbling on her ear lobe, moving lower to just behind her jawline, licking and nipping at her throat. I wanted to feel her hands on me, rubbing at my chest, digging her fingernails into my back.
I pushed the straps of her new nightgown off one shoulder, kissing her exposed skin, touching with the lightest pressure to feel her arms, to brush the tips of her nipples through the fabric. I started pressing hot kisses against her collarbone. I love the feel of the satin nightgown rubbing against her skin. I could see her nipples becoming harder as I gripped the undersides of her breasts.
Running my hands down her sides, loving the feel of her stomach, cherishing the feel of her hips through the silky material. My breath caught at the sight of how it clung to her hips and her thighs. I wanted to plunder my way between her thighs. I could barely hold on to my self-control.
Her nightgown rode up as my hands caressed her, exposing every inch of her delicious body. With a breath of a kiss on her lips, I whispered, “I need you, Catarina.”
Picking her up, she didn’t resist me as I carried her over to the bed. Laying her down, I just stared at the vision before me. Seeing her like that, I felt like weeping before her. She was too much, so much that sometimes my heart couldn’t contain the love I felt for her.
I removed my clothes and joined her on the bed, moving down her body. I started with her left foot, taking it into the palm of my hand, wrapping it with my other as I began to massage it. My fingers and the pads of my thumb worked slowly but firmly, massaging until I saw the look of pleasure in her eyes.
I needed to hear her moan my name.
I couldn’t explain what it did to me as she cried out my name, knowing I was the only one who could give her pleasure. I moved upward, kneading her calf muscles as I brought her foot up to my chest, causing the hem of her nightgown to slip towards her knees, almost, but not entirely giving me a peek at her sexy underwear.
I switched feet because I didn’t want to leave any part of her untouched, unloved.