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“CATALINA, COME AND look at this.”
She came up behind me and slid both her arms around my neck, pressing her chin into my shoulder. “What are we looking at?”
“This news article I came across on the internet.”
She craned her head forward to get a better look at the screen of the cheap laptop we’d purchased, and I glanced over at her, waiting to see her expression when she realized who she was looking at.
Things hadn’t quite gone to plan for us in the months that followed her rescue. We’d been living off the money I’d taken from my father’s office, but it wasn’t much, and we’d been forced to eke it out. Catalina still didn’t have any form of identification, and I was worried that my ties with what had happened at the compound might mean my name would flash up on some system or another if I used it, and I didn’t want to get pulled in for questioning by the Feds. We’d moved around, from motel room to motel room, each of us picking up cash-in-hand work where we could—me with some laboring, and Catalina doing the odd bit of cleaning. It was enough to get by—barely—but we had each other, and that was all that mattered.
Suddenly, she gasped and straightened. She dropped her arms from my neck and moved around in front of me, perching her ass on my thigh. “Oh, my God. Is that Yolanda?”
“If it isn’t, then she has a twin out there somewhere.”
The headline, ‘Local Woman Wins Award for Helping Disadvantaged Girls Get Off the Street,’ was written across the top of the screen.
The news story told of a woman who’d set up a drop-in center for young girls who were living on the street. She offered them a bed, showers, a change of clothes, and further help, should they need it. There was a counselor located at the center, together with a health clinic, all run by volunteers. They even had computers there to allow the girls to apply for jobs or permanent housing, using the address of the center as their current residence. The article applauded Yolanda—who now went by the name Margarite Tanur—for rehabilitating hundreds of young women and giving them a second chance in life.
Catalina put her hand to her mouth. “Oh, my God. Do you think she used the money you gave her to get all this started?”
I shrugged. “I have no idea. Maybe.”
Catalina leaned toward the computer screen again. “The drop-in center is only a few hours away. Do you think it would be dangerous if we tried to see her?”
“Would you like that?”
She nodded, tears filling her eyes. “More than anything. She was like a mother to me, and I’ve missed her horribly. It’s not as though I’d change anything—I mean, I’m so happy that we’re all free now, and we’re getting to live our lives—but I can’t pretend like I don’t miss the others.”
I wasn’t going to admit to her that I felt the same way. I was a tough guy, and there were some things I wouldn’t wear my heart on my sleeve about. Admitting I missed a woman who I’d wished had been my mother, too, was one of them.
“I think it would be all right. I doubt anyone else out there would recognize Yolanda, and even if they did, she wouldn’t mean anything to them.”
She chewed her lower lip. “I just don’t want to feel like we might be inviting trouble to her door. Especially when she’s doing so well.”
I wrapped my arms around Catalina, loving that she was so protective of the other woman, even though she was probably desperate to see her.
“My father is dead. Torres is dead. We don’t have anything to fear anymore, Catalina. We’re safe.”
She nodded. “I know. I’m just still trying to get my head around it. Should we call and tell her we’re coming?”
“I don’t think we can. It would mean using our real names.”
“She might recognize our voices?” she said hopefully.
“Possibly, but she’ll definitely recognize our faces.”
Catalina smiled. “Yes, that’s true.”
I saw a new light in her eyes, a hope that had been missing since I’d managed to free her from Torres. This would be good for her. Healing. I couldn’t ever fully understand what she’d been through while she’d been his captive, and though I knew my love and attention helped, things were different between women. They understood each other better, and their shared pasts meant everything.
I pulled her fully onto my lap, so she straddled me, and then I leaned in and kissed her. “We’ll leave first thing in the morning, okay?”
She blinked back tears and nodded. “More than okay. I love you, Angelo. More than anything.”
“I love you, too, Kitty. More than anything.”
She pressed in against me, her arms winding around my neck. Our lips met again. We couldn’t get enough of each other now. My thoughts always crowded in, pressing images of her with Torres into my head, threatening to ruin everything, but I managed to push them away again. She couldn’t have helped what had happened, and I was in no way angry with her. But I was jealous, and jealousy was an evil emotion that could ruin us, if I let it. So many others had already tried to destroy us, and I refused to be the one who eventually succumbed. We were too good for that.
She was too good for me to do that.
I grabbed her ass and dragged her against me. My cock and balls tingled and tightened, and I felt myself growing longer. She smiled as she kissed me and tilted her hips, grinding down on me.
All I wanted was to give her pleasure. I wanted to make her impossibly happy for the rest of her life. I wanted to worship her—body, heart, and soul.
I pulled her t-shirt up over her head, and she did the same to me. Reaching around her back, I made quick work of undoing her bra, freeing her perfect tits. I ducked my head to one of her breasts, covering her nipple with my mouth and sucking it into a hardened nub. She arched her back and groaned as her head tipped backward, so the ends of her hair swept over my knees. I squeezed her other breast, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she squirmed and her breathing grew ragged.
She lifted herself back up to meet me. “I want you inside me.”
I grinned at her. “You got it, baby.”
I stood from the chair, lifting her with me. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I carried her that way to the bed. She giggled as I dumped her down onto the mattress and then got to work, yanking down her jeans and panties unceremoniously.
“Now, which part of me did you want inside you?” I asked as she spread her legs for me. “Do you want my fingers? Or my cock? Or how about my tongue?” I bit my lower lip and stared down at her with undisguised lust.
She returned the look, her cheeks flushed. “Is it greedy to want all three?”
“Not at all. Your wish is my command.”
I quickly stripped off my jeans and dropped down between her thighs. I covered her pussy with my palm, and she wriggled and squirmed down on me as the heat built between our skin.
“Stop teasing me,” she pouted.
“I can’t help it. You’re so damned sexy when you’re frustrated.”
She reached out and smacked my shoulder.
I repositioned my hand, slicking my fingers between her wet folds, rubbing her up and down. Her eyes slipped shut, and she let out a moan, lifting her hips to me. As I pushed a finger inside her, so wet and hot, I ducked my face down to her pussy. My tongue found her clit, and I licked her in the way I knew drove her wild, slow and firm at first, followed by a couple of faster licks, and then back to slow. She cupped one of her breasts with her hand and massaged herself, tweaking her own nipple. My cock grew even harder. Watching her like this was so incredibly hot. I added a second digit to her pussy and positioned my hand so I could push my little finger into her asshole. I knew from experience what that did to her, and it worked this time as well, her practically bucking from the bed.
“Oh, God. Oh, yes.”
I licked her harder, her entire pussy sopping wet now. Her inner muscles contracted around my hand, the taste of her coating my tongue. She cried out as she came, her hands fisted in my hair.
When the final shudders passed through her body, I slipped my fingers from her.
She lay there, panting, and I gave her time to catch her breath before I crawled up her body. I paused to pay some attention to her tits, kissing them and sucking her hardened nipple into my mouth, before moving higher. My cock was iron-hard, and I was desperate to be inside her. She smiled up at me, her face and chest flushed pink, her hair mussy, her eyelids heavy with lust. She slid her hands up my back and hooked her thighs around my hips, drawing me into that place I desired.
We slotted together perfectly, just like we always had. I sank deep, meeting no resistance, since she was already wet and relaxed. The inner pillows of her pussy encased me, holding me tight, and I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing for a moment. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, rising and falling with her breath.
I opened my eyes again to find her staring right back at me.
She was so beautiful, it made my chest ache.
I ducked down to kiss her, our tongues entwining as I moved inside her, slowly at first and then building momentum. She must have been able to taste herself on my mouth, and the thought turned me on even more. My balls grew tighter, the pressure building with every stroke of my hips. Our skin slapped together, and I fucked her harder and faster, climbing toward my peak. Catalina’s arousal was growing again, too, her body coming back to life beneath me. She matched my thrusts with her own, her heels digging into my ass, her nails clawing my back. Our kisses were frantic and hungry, tongues meeting teeth, teeth meeting lips. Our skin was damp with sweat, the heat of our bodies and breath filling the room.
“I’m coming,” Catalina cried, suddenly clinging even tighter to me.
Her pussy clamped around my dick, her inner muscles pulsating. I allowed myself my own release, letting go of that pressure that had been building ever since I’d pulled her onto my lap. It was an instant hit of extreme pleasure, my eyes rolling, my toes curled. I gave myself to her, knowing I could trust her at my moment of greatest vulnerability, happy to share that energy with her.
Catalina was mine, just like I was hers, but she didn’t belong to me. We were joined together, the two of us, in every possible way. From our pasts, to this exact moment, to the future we would share together. Not because someone had forced us to be, or had paid money.
We were together because neither of us could imagine living a life without the other.