I bit down on her breast while my hand slipped inside her heat, sending my Cat into her first orgasm. “Ah!” she caroled.
“Shh, wife. I don’t want anyone to hear you. Although I did make the rooms sound proof to the normal guests.”
“I can’t help it, Hunter. You touch me and I lose it,” she choked out as she finished cumming.
I moved down to her soaked panties and tore them off. Pressing my face into her pussy, I licked up her release and worked my tongue into her heat, and started to work on orgasm number two. She was building up, but I wanted to come, too. I stood up, undid my pants, and let them fall to the floor. Flipping her over with her arms crossing, and sliding underneath her, feet first, I positioned her to take my cock into her hot mouth.
Suck it, babe.
She let out a low hungry howl and took my dick deep into her throat. With her thighs on either side of my face, I parted her lips and started eating her out. I focused on the feelings coursing through us as we satisfied each other. I felt the way she relished taking my thick cock into her throat; it amplified the pleasure it gave me. As I kissed her clit, I felt my first stream of cum jet out of my shaft and into the back of her mouth. She started fucking my face as her orgasm ripped through her joining mine.
Chapter 12—Catherine
By the time we got out of the lavish hotel bed, I was so exhausted that I didn’t even give my parents a second thought. We both showered while Chloe dropped off a change of clothes for us, chuckling on her way out. Not that we cared because Hunter had me against the shower wall eating me to another orgasm.
Once I worked my way past my husband and back into the manager’s office, Chloe was there waiting for me.
“What’s wrong, Chloe?” I asked as I saw her sheepish look.
She paused in front of the desk and was messing with her suit jacket button. It took her a moment to look up at me. Then in a hush, she said, “I have a question. I’m kind of afraid to ask anyone else.”
“We’re sisters, Chloe. You can ask me anything.” I grabbed her hands and took them away from the poor button that was handling her abuse.
“Will Hunter hear our conversation?” she asked with embarrassment.
“Not if we are quiet. I’ll block him from my thoughts. So what is it?” I reassured her.
“Umm. I was wondering…when one mates, does it go smoothly or will it end badly?”
I tried not to chuckle, but I let out a little chortle. “Chloe, there is nothing to worry about. Mating happens when it’s meant to happen. Your mate will want you without even thinking twice about it, and you’ll be the same for him. I was a virgin, too, but the way we acted it was like we’d been doing it for years.”
“Did you feel anything before you two mated?”
“I think it was different for me, but I felt excitement and desire which lasted six long months. From what Hunter told me, the mating process is over almost as fast as it begins.”
“Have you scented your mate?” I asked my fragile looking sister.
“No, but it’s just I have feelings for someone, and well if we were meant to be mated, why haven’t we? If we weren’t, why do I have these feelings?” Chloe bawled, tears streaming from her eyes.
Two seconds later, Hunter and Gage were at the door and in my office in a panic.
“What’s wrong with her?” Hunter asked. They must have heard her cry.
“It’s a girl thing. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh…” they said in unison, both full of embarrassment. I think they thought I was talking about her bleeding, so they both slowly crept to the door.
I shook my head at them, then nodded that it was fine to leave. They were out of the room like a bat out of hell.
“Chloe. Who is he?” I was thinking maybe he wasn’t at maturity yet.
“Sheriff Erik Smith,” she sobbed some more.
That was when I heard Hunter’s thoughts.
Why is Smith making her cry?
I can’t tell you yet.
Fine, wife. Then I’m going to go look for him and tear his throat out.
I freaked out so I said to him. No…don’t…she cares for him…
Cares for him?
Yes…but they haven’t mated, and she sees him every day. She’s scared it won’t happen, and he doesn’t want her.
That’s nuts. I think she’s been reading too many of your romance books at the house lately.
Don’t blame me! He was getting pissy, and it was working my nerves.
I’m not. I’m blaming those books. She’s getting delusional.
You’re delusional. I’m done talking to you. I shut him out.
“Are you and my brother arguing?”