Dark Escort (17 page)

Katarina opened the door, and she wasn’t wearing the dress she had on earlier. She wore a black baby doll top that barely reached her thighs. And stockings were on her legs slightly above her knee.

I froze, holding an Oreo in my hand without any intention of eating it.

She gave me a seductive grin. “Want to see my bedroom?” She twisted a strand of dark hair in her fingertips, being flirty.

“Uh…” I couldn’t remember how to talk. The ability left me. My tongue felt swollen and useless in my mouth.

She lifted her hand then beckoned me toward her with her forefinger. “Come on. I’m a little cold and need someone to keep me warm.”

“Uh…” I sounded like an idiot but couldn’t do much else. I’d already seen her naked and I knew she was a heathen in bed, but seeing her wear slutty black lingerie impaired me. She looked damn fine and I wanted to rip everything off with my teeth.

“I’ll be waiting.” She walked back inside her bedroom.

Once she was gone and I couldn’t see her gorgeous legs, my brain started working again. I didn’t want to have sex just yet, not when she might hurt me again, but I couldn’t resist her when she dressed like that. My cock was hard in my jeans and telling me to march into that bedroom right this second. But my mind was telling me it wasn’t a good idea.

The head of my cock made the decision for me.

I entered her bedroom and saw her lying on the bed. Her legs were leaning against her headboard, parallel to the wall, and her back was on the bed. She tilted her head back so she could look at me.

“What took you so long?” she said.

I smirked then crawled over her. Our heads were opposite of each other, my chin near her head. “It took me a moment to recover from the shock. You look fucking hot.”

“I’m sure an experienced man like you has seen better.”

My eyes turned serious as I looked at her beautiful face. “Actually, I haven’t.”

“Oh really?” she challenged. But there was a playful glow in her blue eyes.

“Really.” My voice came out quiet but it contained my sincerity. I lowered myself to my elbows and kept my head over hers. I’d never been in this position with a girl but I liked it. I leaned over her and pressed my lips to hers. Her bottom lip was on top, and I sucked it like I couldn’t get enough. My hands moved in her hair, cradling her head. And I continued to kiss her.

Her arms moved over her shoulders and she gripped the back of my neck, deepening the kiss.

Our quiet breathing became louder the longer we kissed, and I enjoyed the feel of her small tongue as it moved past mine. When I opened my eyes, I could see the cleavage line of her breasts. I resisted the urge to grab a tit and squeeze it. Kissing her was enough to satisfy me and I enjoyed that instead. Kissing was usually the activity I enjoyed the least. I preferred to skip all the bases and head straight to home plate. But with Katarina, the smallest things were enough.

An hour passed and we made out quietly on her bed. Her breathing fell on my chin, and my fingers dug deep into her silky hair. I wanted to do this all night and never stop. I wanted this to last a lifetime.

Katarina grabbed the fabric of my shirt and pulled it over my head. It messed up my hair as it was yanked away. I didn’t mind if she wanted to see me shirtless but I didn’t want this to go anywhere. I liked what we had.

She reached behind her neck and untied her halter-top. Then she pulled it down, revealing her perky and round tits. Her nipples were hard and I wanted to suck them. I stared at them because I couldn’t help myself. My hand grabbed one and massaged it aggressively. Then I rubbed my thumb across her nipple. I’d already seen them but I’d forgotten just how hot they were.

She moved her hands tip her hips and grabbed her thong. Then she started to pull it down.

If I let this go too far, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself from sliding into home plate. I grabbed her hand and steadied it. Every guy in the world would think I was a pussy for stopping her but I didn’t care.

Her lips became immobile then she stopped kissing me altogether.

“Let’s take this slow,” I whispered.

“We’ve known each other for two months.”

Longer, actually
. “I’m not ready.”

She sat up and faced me, her rack still in my line of sight. “How is that possible? You strike me as the kind of guy who doesn’t like to wait.”

“Because I’m not,” I said bluntly. “But we both know I’m different with you.”

Her eyes softened.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.” I crawled over her then lowered her head onto a pillow. “I can make you come in many other ways.”

Her eyes lit up in desire. “Yeah?”

“You want me to prove it?”

“Please.” Her arms snaked around my neck and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I had a dark tattoo down my ribs and I didn’t have that before. Perhaps if I had when we slept together, she would remember me. But now she was less likely to recognize me.

She pulled my lips to her and kissed me hard. Her legs squeezed my narrow hips, and then her hands moved down my back, dragging her nails against my skin. Even though I still had my jeans on, I knew she could feel my hard-on pressed against her. I kept thinking about her in intense sexual ways and I tried to stop myself. It would only weaken my resolve.

Satisfying her would stifle her desire so she wouldn’t try to seduce me anymore. My hand moved her thong over and my fingers found the soft and wet area between her legs. I slowly played with her, building her up until I gave her my best moves. I kissed her as I touched her, and I felt my cock twitch in my jeans.

She was so fucking hot.

Katarina became more aggressive, and her nails dug into me with such pressure I thought they would break the skin. Quiet moans escaped her lips and she breathed hard into my mouth like she couldn’t get enough air.

My fingers rubbed her clitoris, moving it in a circular motion. I knew she liked it when she gripped me savagely. Her cries increased, and she was moving against me like she wanted to fuck my brains out.

My fingers slowed down and I touched her lightly, teasing her. The longer I waited, the more intense her climax would be. I’d been around the block a few times and I knew my way around a woman’s body. I knew what made them tick.

“Goddammit, Cato.” She growled at me but the sound was full of longing.

I tried not to smile. “You want me to make you come?”

“What do you think, asshole?” She kissed me harder and sucked my bottom lip.

I pulled away and gave her a smile. “Alright, I hear ya.” I pressed my face to hers and examined her face. “I want to watch you.”

She gripped my shoulders and pulled me into her.

My fingers moved her clitoris hard and fast. I wish my tongue was doing it but I didn’t want to rush this. I wasn’t as excited to get to the finish line because I’d already been there once before. Katarina hadn’t, so to speak.

Katarina found her threshold and released a loud yell. “Oh god…” She showed the same enthusiasm last time I made her come. “Cato.” But this time she said my name, and I liked that. Her nails dug into me, almost cutting me. And then the orgasm passed and she relaxed her hold. Her breathing was labored, and slowly it returned to normal.

“You’re vicious in bed.” I looked down into her face, seeing the redness flush her cheeks.

“I just know what I want.” She gave me a gentle kiss.

“I can tell.”

Her hands moved up my stomach, over my tattoo, and to my chest. “I like your ink.”

“Yeah? You should get some too. It would look hot.”

“Maybe when I find something I want.” She placed a kiss in the center of my chest then rolled me to my back.

I knew what was going to happen. I was hard and wanted to come but I didn’t want to do too much, too fast. I grabbed her hands and stopped her from unbuttoning my jeans. “Cuddle with me.”

She gave me an incredulous look. “Your dick is about to break your zipper. And you want to cuddle?”

A slow smile stretched my lips. “Don’t mind him.”

She unbuttoned my jeans anyway.

I grabbed her hands. “You don’t owe me anything. Now lay with me.”

Her eyebrow shot up. “What’s your deal? I’m trying to give you head.”

“I just don’t want to rush anything.”

She still wasn’t convinced. “Are you a pussy?”

An involuntary laugh escaped my lips. “No, I’m not. I genuinely like you, so you don’t have to suck my dick to keep me around.”

“That’s not why I’m offering.” She unzipped my jeans. “It’s because I want to do it.” She got my jeans off then pulled down my boxers, revealing my long cock that was happy to see her. “And I’ve been told I give great head.” A flirtatious look was in her eyes.

By me
.

She leaned over and took me into her mouth.

That was it. I was gone. I had no interest in being a gentleman and I wanted to come in the back of her throat. I wanted her to take all of me and suck me off.

She used one hand to jerk my length with even strokes and she took me into her mouth at the same time. She slid up and down my cock, just like a pro.

I leaned back and just enjoyed it.

She pulled her hair over one shoulder and deep-throated me, making sucking noises as she did it.

I grabbed her hair and fisted it, keeping it out of her face. Then I guided her up and down, moaning as I did it. Maybe the reason I was obsessed with her was because she gave such amazing head. It wouldn’t be that surprising.

After making out with her for an hour, seeing her in lingerie, and watching her come, I didn’t have the strength to last long. I wanted to come and feel that warm sensation throughout my entire body.

I tapped the side of her head twice, letting her know I was about to come. If she didn’t want to feel my cum in the back of her throat, she needed to pull away now.

Instead, she looked up at me when she continued to go down on me.

Yes. I fisted her hair again and rocked into her mouth from below. My body started to tense in preparation and the most pleasant sensation stretched to every nerve and cell. I pushed my dick further into her as the climax began. “Fuck.” I gripped her neck as I released, filling her mouth with my seed. “Mmm…”

Katarina continued to move on my dick, making my orgasm last as long as possible.

When I finally finished, I was in a daze. I was exhausted and satisfied. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling with lidded eyes. I could die right now and I wouldn’t care.

“Told you.” She got off me then fixed her hair.

“Told me what?” I asked quietly.

“I give good head.”

“Oh, yes you do.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward me. I positioned her into my side and wrapped my arm tightly around her, holding her like a teddy bear. My lips moved to her hairline and I inhaled her scent.

I felt something while I held her in my arms. It originated somewhere deep inside me, and it burned my skin. It was painful, but it felt good at the same time. I was happy but I was also scared. My heart had weakened in her presence, and it was becoming harder and harder for me to keep her at a distance. I was falling for a girl who may never fall for me. She would probably hurt me like she did last time.

But that didn’t stop me.

Katarina

Relaxed and satisfied, I lay in his arms on my bed. My body had experienced a major mound of pleasure, and now all I wanted to do was fall asleep. Cato was excellent in bed, and he wasn’t selfish. Sometimes it was hard to find a guy that cared just as much about getting you off as he did about getting himself off.

His lips brushed my hair then he placed a gentle kiss along my hairline.

My eyes were growing lidded, and sleep wanted to take me. My soft sheets enveloped me, making me feel like I was sleeping on a cloud. My eyes were heavy and I fought to keep them open. When I realized I couldn’t, I sat up.

I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. “Man, I’m tired.” I moved my fingers through the tangles of my hair. Cato’s large hand put it in disarray when he gripped it savagely.

“Me too,” he said quietly.

I got out of bed and put on a t-shirt and shorts. Then I waited for him to get dressed.

He lay naked on the bed, just staring at me.

What was he doing? Why wasn’t he getting dressed?

Cato watched me with equal interest. “Are you coming to bed?”

“If I lay down again, I’ll fall asleep.”

“Then lay down…” He cocked an eyebrow.

“But I need to walk you out.”

His face quickly changed. His dark eyes narrowed as they honed in on my face, and his eyebrows tensed and moved a few inches up. His lips pressed tightly together, making a thin line, and then he sat up and didn’t look at me. “Gotcha.” He quickly pulled his jeans on and faced the opposite way, giving me his back. Then he pulled on his t-shirt and grabbed his keys and wallet.

His attitude completely changed and I wasn’t sure what caused it. He was relaxed just a moment ago. Now he was moving like he couldn’t get out of there quick enough. I followed him to the living room and realized he was already at the front door. “Night.” He walked out.

“Whoa, wait.”

He sighed as he turned to me, clearly annoyed.

“What’s wrong?”

He stared at me for several heartbeats, not blinking. “Not a damn thing, sweetheart.” His tone was colder than liquid nitrogen.

What was I missing here?

Cato turned away to walk out.

“You aren’t going to kiss me goodbye?” I knew there was something wrong but he wouldn’t tell me what it was.

“Why?” he asked. “I came over here like a one-night stand and made you come. Now I’ll be out of your hair.” He bowed deeply, glaring at me as he did it, and then marched off.

“Cato!”

He didn’t turn around this time.

I stood in front of the open door and tried to figure out what went wrong. We were lying in bed together, both recovering from the pleasure we gave to one another. Then when I prepared to walk him out, his attitude completely changed. He turned vicious, just like he used to be when we first met.

What did I say?

What did I do?

His last comment echoed in my mind. Did he think I used him? Was he upset I didn’t ask him to sleep over? That didn’t seem like something a guy would get mad over. But maybe that was it.

I’d never had a guy sleep at my place before, not since Ethan. We fooled around and had our fun, but then I sent them packing directly afterwards. I didn’t do sleepovers. It was a habit I hadn’t broken.

But would that really make Cato upset?

***

With a distracted mind, it was difficult to get work done. Cato was in my thoughts, and the last words he said to me were permanently ingrained in my ears. While I was signing documents on my computer, I kept thinking about him and marked the wrong date. Then I made another mistake. Stress weighed on me and I wondered if I would be able to finish the workday without messing up again.

A knock sounded on my door. “Can I come in?” It was Joey.

Now wasn’t the best time but I’m sure he had something important to say—business wise. “Come in.”

He entered then sat in the chair facing my desk. A folder was in his hand. Silently, he stared at me. It was a little creepy, honestly. He didn’t speak, and that was just weirder.

“How can I help you?” I finally said.

He tossed the folder on my desk. “A professional escort, huh?”

His words sunk into me and put me on edge. Was he talking about Cato? He knew? How did he figure it out? I decided to play dumb. “Sorry?”

Joey rested his ankle on the opposite knee. A snide smirk stretched one side of his lips. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. “You paid Cato to pretend to be your boyfriend. I know everything, Kat.”

I kept my poker face and hid my real emotions. The fact he knew my secret could be detrimental. He could tell my entire family and I would be a laughing joke until the day I died. “And how do you know such a thing?”

His grin stretched wider. “It wasn’t that difficult. I just did a little digging.”

I wanted to smack that smirk right off his face. Actually, I wanted to strangle him. “So you stalked Cato?”

“I didn’t stalk him,” he corrected. “I just got some information.”

Maybe Cato was right about Joey. He was a psychotic and obsessive creep.

He shifted his other ankle to the opposite knee, still smiling the entire time. “Kat, what were you thinking?”

“That I needed to get my family off my back,” I said coldly. “That’s what I was thinking.”

“But you could have just been with me,” he reasoned. “Wouldn’t that make more sense than hiring some guy to be your boyfriend?”

“No, actually. Because you’re a creep.”

His eyes widened to orbs. I’d never said anything so cold to him and he didn’t know how to process it.

“Cato was hired to be my boyfriend—in the beginning. But our relationship is different now. I truly care about him, and we have something really great. He’s the first man I can see myself moving on with. Maybe I was paying for his time in the beginning, but now I’m not.”

He nodded his head slowly. “And you expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t care what you believe,” I hissed. “Now get out of my office. I refuse to entertain a weasel when I have a million things to do.”

“A weasel?” he asked coldly.

“Perfect description, isn’t it?”

That annoying smile finally dropped from his face. “I wouldn’t insult me if I were you.”

“I’ll do whatever I wish.” I kept my hands on the desk so I wouldn’t attack him.

He stared at me for a long time, his blue eyes darkening and becoming two lumps of coal. The muscles of his face remained perfectly still. It seemed like I was staring at a lifeless doll, but there was slight movement in his eyes. The silence weighed heavily in the room, and I didn’t know what to expect next. Joey clearly had something on his mind, and judging the way he spoke, he’d rehearsed several times. “This is what’s going to happen.” His voice was low, like he feared someone would overhear. “You’re going to end your little arrangement with Cato and you’re going to date me—really date me.”

How was I blind to Joey for so long? He was borderline crazy
. “No.”

“Yes.” His eyes held his command.

I ground my teeth together. “I said no.”

“If you continue to say no, I’ll tell everyone what Cato does for a living. And I’ll mention that you hired him to play a part. Not only will people think less of you and look down on you, but you’ll be a joke to our society. No one will respect you, and more importantly, they’ll pity you. You’ll disgrace your parents, and they’ll only smother you more.” That smile returned to his lips, evil and full of malcontent. “You have no other choice but to get rid of Cato and give me a chance.”

“No other choice?” I asked coldly. “I think otherwise.”

“Oh really?” Judging his tone, he didn’t believe me at all. “You think I’m bluffing?”

It took a lot to make me angry. After losing my husband in such a brutal way it made every other problem pale in comparison. I really understood pain and the depression that came along with it. Everything else was irrelevant.

But Joey was pissing me the fuck off.

I slowly rose to a stand, giving him the darkest look of menace I could muster. It easily stretched across my face, making my eyes burn with their own furnace. “If you have to resort to such measures just to land a girl, then I feel sorry for you. Tell everyone the truth, I really don’t give a damn. I would much rather suffer that humiliation than ever be stuck on a date with a weasel like you.”

His eyes burned in offense and his jaw was clenched tightly.

“Now get the hell out of my office.”

***

I called Cato a few times but he didn’t answer. I left him a voicemail the second I got off work, and after running a few errands before heading to my apartment, he still hadn’t returned my call.

When hours passed, I started to get worried. He always took my calls. I couldn’t recall a time when he didn’t answer by the second ring. I called him again, needing to hear his voice.

“What?” Spikes of ice came through the phone and penetrated me. There was so much annoyance and irritation in his voice I thought I was speaking to someone I didn’t know.

“Cato?”

“Who else would it be?” he snapped. “And why are you blowing up my phone? I’ll call you back if and when I feel like it.”

I stood in my kitchen and stared at the ground. The hostility burning through the receiver was terrifying. “Why are you so upset?”

“Maybe it’s because I’m talking to you.” He hung up.

I heard the line go dead. The phone was still held to my ear because I didn’t know what else to do. Cato and I were fine yesterday. We had a great time and then we fooled around and played with our chemistry.

So what was his deal?
I called him back.

“Fuck, you’re annoying.”

He’d never been so rude to me. Even when we first met it wasn’t this bad. “Why are you being an asshole?”

“I’m being an asshole?” he asked incredulously. “You’re the one being a bitch.”

My heart sunk into my stomach. Did he really just call me that? “Why are you so pissed off? What the hell did I do?”

“The real question is, why do you care that I’m pissed off? I’m just some guy you fuck around with then throw outside like a damn dog. My feelings mean nothing to you. Never have and never will.”

“I didn’t throw you out like a dog. I was tired and needed to sleep.”

“And why couldn’t you sleep with me?” he demanded.

I didn’t have a real answer. “I don’t know…I just wasn’t thinking about it.”

Cato was quiet for a long time. But when he spoke again, his voice possessed more anger. “I told you I was looking for something more with you. I don’t want to be used and tossed aside like garbage. You disrespected me and treated me like all the other guys you fuck and forget about. Just like the rest of them, you don’t even remember what the fuck I look like. So, go pick up a different guy tonight. I’m no longer interested.” He hung up.

I listened to the line go dead again.

***

Cato refused to take my calls. It always went to voicemail. I refused to leave a message because I assumed he wouldn’t listen to it anyway.

When I asked him to leave my apartment, it wasn’t because he didn’t mean anything to me. It was just a habit. I felt terrible for giving him the wrong impression, for letting him think he was just a meaningless relationship. That wasn’t true at all.

But he wouldn’t let me apologize.

I didn’t know where he lived and I wasn’t sure how I would track him down. There was only one place I could go. And that was Beautiful Entourage.

When I approached Danielle’s desk, she looked up at me with irritation. “How can I help you?”

“I was wondering if Cato was here…?” I looked around, hoping there was an office where he worked.

“He’s not.” She peeled a banana and ate it while she looked at her computer.

“Well, can you tell me where I can find him?” I asked hopefully.

“You have his number, don’t you?” She refused to face me.

“Well, yeah. But I wanted to stop by his apartment and surprise him. Can you tell me where he lives?”