Cat Haus - The Complete Story (19 page)

"Hey." I barely gave Sahara or her card game a glance as I stared around the room, already bored.
 

"Hey, yourself."

I couldn't help but look toward the front hall. John was still upstairs as far as I knew. Unless he'd left while I'd showered and dressed in my room. He did say he had to drive into town and check in at the office, whatever office that was. Maybe I should go snoop around the office here and see if I could find out—

"So, how's Mr. Sexy?"

I spun to find Sahara smirking. "How do you know he's here?"

"One, you were late when you're never late. Two, there's a big ass black town car parked out by the back door which I'm thinking is his. And three, as if I really need a three, you get a certain look about you when he's around."

So much for my poker face. I glanced over my shoulder and found Tiffany a bit too interested in my conversation with Sahara. "I'd rather not talk about this now."

Sahara followed my gaze. "Understood. But if you do need to talk, I’m here."

When had the rookie among us gotten so smart and intuitive? Maybe I had just lost my edge, so now I was an open book.

I wasn't happy about that last option, but I nodded anyway. "Thanks."

"There's my girl." The booming male voice was familiar enough it had me turning, instinctively knowing the
girl
was me. I was right. The guy smiled wide. "Cate. Come on over here, girl."

He was a client I had seen only once, months ago, but I knew him pretty well just from our two hours together. We'd accomplished quite a bit in that time.

My lips curved. He was one of those guys who could make a girl smile just by smiling at her. He was also a guy who could scare the crap out of you with one glance based on his sheer size and intensity alone. I'd gotten to experience both sides of this man when he'd booked me for a rape fantasy and the girlfriend experience in the same session. That had certainly been interesting—and I'd be damned if I knew his name, but he didn't need to know that, especially since he knew my name.

"Hi. It's good to see you again." I hopped off the barstool and was about to extend my hand to shake his when he reached around me with two beefy arms, lifted me up and spun me in a circle.

"Ah, Cate, you have no idea how good it is to see you again." He slapped a kiss on my cheek before setting me down, a bit wobbly, on the floor. By the look in his eye as he took in my outfit, I could imagine how good it was to see me. "Come on. Let's go to your room."

"All right." I liked an eager man. Besides I knew this guy, some sort of sports star apparently, had enough cash to afford me. I really should find out his name.

I saw Sahara's brows cock higher as she looked impressed by his enthusiasm, just as I saw Tiffany's scowl deepen. Served her right for being a bitch. One client in the whole house and he'd come specifically for me—you couldn't buy karmic payback like that. I set my smuggest smile free and made sure Tiffany saw it as I led my big man to the back hall.

As soon as the door of my room had closed behind us, big guy picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. He pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket, tossed it onto the nightstand and reached for the button on his jeans.

I laughed at his eagerness. "You want me to get undressed?"

"Nope. You're good the way you are." His gaze swept me from the toes of my fuck-me pumps to the top of the cleavage spilling out of the corset.

Still dressed, he grabbed one of my ankles in each hand and spread my legs wide before he kneeled on the bed between them. He slipped his hand beneath my skirt and past the thongs I wore beneath it, plunging one thick finger inside me.

"Mmm, I was going to talk to you about something but that can wait. I need to fuck you first."

Talk to me? Interesting. Though that he wanted to fuck first was not so surprising. I'd seen the bulge in his jeans. "Okay, but can I ask you something before we start?"

"Sure." He bit his lower lip, slid a second finger inside me and twisted his hand to press up on my G-spot. It made it hard to remember my question.

"What should I call you?" I didn't ask for his name, thinking he might not want me to know it. If he were that famous, that could easily be the case. Not that I would know a football player from a baseball player, but still, he didn't know that.

My question made him smile. "Ty."

"Ty," I repeated. I liked it. Nice and easy. I'd have to use it while he was inside me. I had a feeling he'd like that.

He shoved my skirt up and pulled my underwear down and I was exposed to him. His gaze caught on the thigh highs. "Fuck, I love how you're dressed."

"Thank you." A nice compliment never hurt. Especially when it preceded a man going down on me.

Ty kneeled on the floor and yanked me to the edge of the bed. He was so tall he could reach me with his mouth from where he was. While drawing my clit between his lips, he slid his fingers inside me again and stroked.

An overachiever, he didn’t do things the easy way, and added another element to the mix by adding a second hand and slipping one finger back to finger my tight hole. I knew from last time I was with him that Ty liked to play in all the available venues and that was fine with me because he was good at it.

Eyes closed, I concentrated on the sensations. His sucking my sensitive bundle of nerves. The tension building inside as he pressed exactly the right buttons inside me. How just the tip of his finger, slick with my own juices, pressed against my ass but didn't breach me, making me hyper aware of that region. My tight muscles opened slowly, and he pushed just a bit farther inside, heightening my awareness further. I began to tingle with anticipation of him taking me.

He increased the pressure of his mouth. I tipped my hips up and gasped in a breath as he brought me closer to orgasm. A third finger filled my pussy and I bore down upon it. If I could have his cock inside me at the same time as his mouth was on me I'd be in heaven. As it was, this was pretty close. His fingers were thick and long and filled me well.

Ty pressed deeper into my ass and I lifted off the bed, getting closer to bursting with every stroke of his fingers inside my pussy. Finally, the wait was over and the orgasm broke over me like crashing waves on a shore.

My appreciation of his talents echoed off the walls of my small room and inspired him to work me harder. He didn't ease up on me at all and the pleasure hit another level until it bordered on pain. I squirmed beneath him and he pulled his mouth away to pin me with those eyes the color of a stormy sea.

"Gonna fuck you now."

"Okay." I could barely get the word out, my stomach muscles were so exhausted from clenching, but I'd rally. That thick stack of bills on the nightstand told me I had to.

He was so good—the perfect client really. He rolled on a condom without my asking him to, then pumped a bit of lube into his hand and spread it on his length. He crawled between my legs and angled his cock at my entrance. After he'd lubed up, I'd figured he was going for the anal. Had I bet on it, I'd have lost. He slid inside my pussy with a sharp intake of breath.

Ty raised his eyes from watching himself push inside me to glance at my face. "It's been a while. I can't promise I can be gentle. I don't want to hurt you."

"Thank you. I think I'll be okay. You, uh, got me nice and warmed up just now."

He grinned. "That was the plan."

His grin disappeared and his eyes narrowed as he withdrew and thrust back in deeper. He gripped my hips in his hands. Hands so large they could palm a basketball or my ass cheeks equally well.

The pace started out slow, but didn't stay that way. As Ty's nostrils flared and his breathing increased, a frown creased his brow. He thrust harder, faster, until he rocked the mattress on the bedframe. I was grateful for the lube in spite of what I'd said about being ready, because Ty was not a small man.

I heard him start to come before I felt it. A sound of pure pent up frustration ripped from deep inside him as he pushed deep and, shaking above me, gave in to the release.

A few pulses and he was done. He collapsed on top of me, but I'd braced for the weight. Even spent, he stayed buried deep and I suspected I knew why he was reluctant to leave my body.

"Ty, have you been with anyone since me?"

"No." His response rumbled through me.

"Still no girlfriend?"

He let out a snort. "No."

I wanted to ask more on that topic but it really wasn't my place. I understood his fear that a one-night stand could ruin his career. What I couldn't understand was why this man, who was hot and rich and good in bed, didn't have a steady girl in his life.

Poor guy. With his cock still nestled inside me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and gave him a full body hug. "You'll just have to come see me more often then."

He lifted his head to look at me. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh?" I could handle having Ty as a regular client. Maybe he was moving locally and we could set up a standing weekly appointment.

"I talked to your boss."

"My boss?" I was confused. Had Ty spoken with John while I was in the shower?

"Little dude in the office. Talks like a quiff."

I controlled my smile. "Henry. He's the manager."

Ty nodded. "I'll be back here for training at the end of the month. I want to book you for the whole week. Twenty-four/seven. You'd stay with me in my hotel room in the city."

I cringed. "I'm not legal in the city. Prostitution is only allowed in certain counties."

He wobbled his head. "Yeah, technically, but little dude and I talked about it and I think we worked something out. I can give you a huge tip for today, and then when I'm back in a couple of weeks, what's to stop you from taking a week off from here and joining me in the city for a little vacation? You know, off the books, as a friend."

A friend with benefits, he meant. I laughed. "That would work."

Not exactly legal but I figured it was a gray area. Leave it to Henry to find a way around the state prostitution laws. His checkered past in rock band management was beginning to show. I figured he'd spent lots of time skirting along the edges of the law in his former career. Those skills were coming in handy now in his new position of madam aka whorehouse manager.

"What do you think, Cate?"
 

"So, it would be one week at the end of this month?" I did a quick calculation in my head. If past experience held true, John wouldn't be back here again until the week after I was back from my gig with Ty. As ridiculous as that thought was, it still played a part in my decision.

"Yup." Ty's stare got intense. "Do you think you could stand being with me for a whole week straight?"

"A week with you? Yeah, I think I could stand that." I glanced at the box on my night table. "I'll bring my toys, if you'd like."

His eyes widened. "Hell yeah, I'd like."

He really did enjoy that idea. I smiled as I felt him start to lengthen inside me. "Put on a fresh condom. It feels to me like you're ready for round two."

Ty grinned as he pulled out of me and sat up on his knees. "Oh, man. You in my bed for a week—I'd better buy a case of condoms."

Knowing him and that he'd be loading up for another period of self-imposed celibacy of undisclosed length afterward, I figured we'd need them. As I watched him pulling off the old condom and rolling on a new one with a look of glee that would rival that of any kid on Christmas morning, I remembered how miserable he'd seemed the first time I'd met him. It hit me that this job was far more than simply having sex for money. I guess I'd always known that, but seeing the physical evidence of it—in Ty, in many of the men I was with—drove the point home.

"Roll over, darlin'." Ty grabbed the bottle of lube off my table and grinned and I knew he'd be driving something else home very shortly.

CHAPTER 16

John didn't make an appearance in the parlor or in my room that night or the entire next day. I went through my shift on autopilot, smiling when appropriate, fucking when required. Meanwhile, inside my head I relived our last conversation together over and over, word for word.

He hadn't seemed angry or upset when we'd parted after eating the eggs he'd cooked for us yesterday. He didn't seem exactly warm either, but that was how he always was—all business again after the loving. John had wished me a good day and sent me off, seeing me out his door with a kiss that might have been a pat on the head for all its passion. I hadn't worried overly much about it then.

Now? Yeah, I was worried.

His car had been gone all day, but now it was back and still he was a no show.

"Cate?"

"Huh?" Startled out of my inner reverie, I glanced at Sahara.

"I asked you a question."

"Oh, sorry. What was it again?"

"Never mind." A frown wrinkled her forehead. "What's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing." I gave her my standard answer, the same one I would have given no matter what was wrong.

I could be crushed under a two-ton truck and if someone asked how I was, I'd say fine. That was probably something I should work on. Then again, that attitude might be the only thing that kept me moving forward even when things were far from fine.