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  “Put him in.” She spread her legs farther. He made her so glad she was a woman.

  Heath paused, seeing up close what he’d seen on the phone a couple of days ago.

  “God, you’re pretty.” Going on one knee, he caught her ass through the bottom of the swing and buried his head between her thighs.

  “I’m too wet,” she protested. She was so past excited that she felt there was too much moisture. Cato didn’t want him to be disgusted.

  With voracious licks and nuzzles, Heath showed her what he thought of the desire that had pooled between her legs. “Heath!” Desperation rose inside of her. The free easy movement of the swing didn’t give her anything to steady herself by—but him. So, Cato tangled her fingers into his hair and pushed her pussy into his face. She felt overwhelmed, undone, overpowered by sensation. Valiantly she fought to savor the moment, but she couldn’t stop it. The orgasm Heath orchestrated swept over her and she cried out his name. “Heath!”

  Heath held her, sucking on her clit, reveling in the way her legs worked, hips bucking. She pulled his hair so hard that it would’ve hurt had he not been too excited to care. With one last lingering kiss, he stood, took his cock in hand and pushed in. Tight. Hot. He always had to work his way in and Heath loved that. The swing was full of advantages—for one, he could hold on to the ropes and watch as his cock disappeared into her body. “Being inside you feels so damn good.”

  Cato concentrated on how wonderful it felt to be with him. She held her breath, memorizing the sensation. He pulsed inside of her, her own blood flowed through her veins with the same rhythm. For her, sex with Heath was more than a physical act, it was spiritual. Locking his gaze to hers, Heath pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, dragging his shaft over nerves so sensitized that every movement gave her tingling pleasure. She buried her heels in his ass, needing to connect with him. Repeatedly Heath pistoned into her, arching his pelvis and undulating his hips. The erotic motion pressed against her clit as he thrust his cock higher inside of her.

  Clasping her knees, Heath thrust in and out of Cato’s hot, creamy pussy. Nothing—nothing had ever felt so good. She threw her head back, those luscious tits were jiggling with every plunge he made. This wasn’t one-sided, she milked his cock over and over again, stealing his very breath. His baby was soaring, her fingers were grasping his arms and she was making the sexiest purring noises. Bending over, he crashed their lips together. He wanted to be kissing her when she came the second time.

  Cato felt a wave of euphoria rush over her, causing her skin to heat with a rosy glow. “Faster, faster, Heath,” she pleased. “Fuck me hard.” She wanted it all—the connection, the contact, the friction, the pleasure.

  He was eager to please, he pounded into her, placing her legs up on his shoulders. Over and over again, they came together, the sounds of their flesh slapping together made Heath even harder. “So good, so good,” he chanted.

  “I’m coming!” she keened as Cato felt herself fly apart.

  Heath ground into her, moving his hips in a circular motion, the pleasure gathered, built, tighter and tighter. “Yes!” he shouted, his whole body stiffening as his release hit. With a shudder, he bellowed, then spilled his very essence into her body. He held her still, wanting the feeling to last, burying his face in her neck. I love you. I love you. His heart shouted what he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud.

  Rising up, he cupped her cheek. He didn’t pull out, rather he stayed inside of her, wanting to be connected for a few more precious seconds. “Did you enjoy that?”

  Cato kissing his palm, then laid her hand on his chest, feeling his heart thundering beneath her palm. “I don’t want it to end. Tell him to fly around the world.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Just as the pilot had promised, a limo awaited them when they landed in San Francisco. Their reservations weren’t until eight, so they had several hours to sightsee. Heath instructed the driver to hit the high spots, so they did, driving over the Golden Gate bridge, taking in Fisherman’s Wharf, having drinks at the famous Chinese Theatre. They even parked so Cato could ride the cable car down Nob Hill. After that, it was nearing time for their reservation, so Heath instructed the driver to take them north to Yountville. “I can’t wait to see how you like this restaurant, it’s five star, some of the best food in the world. And the Vintage Inn where we’re staying is world class.”

  Immediately Cato felt uneasy. “I don’t think the clothes I brought are quite up to par.”

  Heath shook his head. “You look beautiful.”

  “Well, at least let me freshen up, I want you to be proud of me.”

  An electric moment passed between them when he let his eyes slowly rove up her body from the tips of her painted toenails peeking out of silver sandals to the top of her curly waterfall of dark brown hair. “Nonsense, you’re perfect.”

  “I still want to change clothes. Don’t we have time?”

  “Of course, we take time for what’s important.” He tapped on the limo’s window. “We’re going to be busy. When we get to our destination, stop, but don’t open the door, I’ll do it.”

  “Yes, sir.” He understood.

  Cato didn’t wait for Heath to reach for her, she went to her knees in front of him, pulling his head down for a kiss. She covered his lips and devoured Heath’s mouth. As though he couldn’t prevent himself from petting her, he slid a palm up her leg, pushing the silky skirt up her creamy thigh. “What are you doing, baby?”

  “Pleasing you,” she whispered as she pulled down the zipper of his pants and opened up the fly. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the ridge of his cock as it strained against the soft white material of his briefs. For a few seconds, she palmed it, rubbing him through the white cloth before tugging on the waistband so Heath would rise up and push them down. When he had sprung free, she noticed a pearl of pre-cum in the tiny slit on top. Lowering her head, she flicked it with her tongue, swirling around the large flared tip.

  Heath leaned back in the seat, his fists clenching and unclenching as she took his cock in one hand and licked all along the side of his shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive glans. He tensed the muscles in his legs, forcing himself to be still as she laved the head, then sucked him deep in her mouth. “Damn,” he breathed.

  Lovingly, she swirled her tongue around the end of his dick as she moved her head up and down to take more of him into her mouth.

  “Suck me harder,” Heath muttered, then tried to communicate his wishes to her by scooting a bit down in the seat, offering for her to take him even deeper. Cato seemed to understand, drawing him all the way to her throat, swallowing, which almost drove him mad. “Fuck, yea, that’s it.”

  Looking up at him through her lashes, Cato could see him. He was loving it, there was no denying his response. Knowing this, she just wanted to do more. Cato lapped at him, petting him with her tongue, showing him by her passion what she didn’t feel free to tell him with her words.

  Groaning, Heath placed a hand on her hair, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. He saw she was watching him. “Suck me, baby, make me cum.”

  Drawing an inch or two closer to him, Cato reached for his other hand, entwining their fingers. Holding his gaze, she frantically worked Heath’s cock with her lips and tongue, licking and sucking while he bucked his hips in short, sharp thrusts. She wanted to give him everything—pleasure, love, adoration—her very soul. Moving her lips back to the head, she suckled on the tip, then drew him back in, humming her enjoyment around his cock. With a jerk, Heath stretched out his legs and his cock pulsed. Jets of hot cum filled her mouth, Cato drank him down, making Heath writhe in ecstasy.

  When he was finished, she laid her head in his lap and Heath lay back in the seat, spent. “Come here.” He drew her up into his arms and kissed her deeply. They could feel the limo slow down and come to a stop. “Perfect timing.” He grinned.

  “You owe me one,” Cato patted his tie.

  She scooted off his la
p and he straightened his clothes. “A debt I’ll gladly pay.”

  * * *

  The French Laundry Restaurant was aptly named, having been placed in a building which had once been used as a French steam laundry. “Jimmy is friends with the chef, that’s the only reason we have reservations,” Heath confessed. “This place has been named the best restaurant in the world twice.”

  “Do I look okay?” Cato worried as they exited the limo. After she’d changed into a cream lace cocktail dress, she’d googled their destination while Heath showered. This was one of the most exclusive restaurants in the world, serving two different nine course tasting menus a day with no two ingredients used twice. She’d almost choked when she found out there was a standard fee of three hundred dollars per person. This would be her most expensive meal ever, a far cry from her usual fare of soup from a can or fast food. Cato loved to cook, but cooking for one was no fun.

  “Stop worrying about your appearance,” Heath spoke close to her face. “Look around, there’s not a woman in the place who even compares to you.” He kissed her gently on the mouth. “There’s no one else in the whole world I’d rather be with than you.”

  Happiness soared through Cato. After that, it didn’t really matter what the food was like—her feet never touched the ground. But Heath made it an evening to remember. They were seated in a romantic alcove and he purchased them a bottle of champagne. While they were waiting for the food to arrive, he pulled something from his coat pocket. “I want to give you this, something to show you how much our time together has meant to me.”

  With trembling fingers, she took the box. It wasn’t ring-shaped, but that didn’t dampen her excitement. Obviously, she wasn’t expecting a proposal from him—not tonight anyway. To say she didn’t have hopes that their relationship was beginning to get serious would have been a lie. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” she protested, but she was thrilled he had.

  “Open it.” He smiled.

  Heath seemed excited, so she delicately removed the paper and ribbon. Taking the top off, she gasped. “A charm bracelet!” Cato pulled it out and examined it. There were tiny gold charms chronicling their time together.

  “Look at everything and see if you can tell what they are and what they mean.”

  Cato took a tiny sip of champagne and laughed with joy. “This tiny punch cup is self-explanatory.”

  He laughed, covering one of her hands with his. “Yes, and what’s this?”

  “A bull from when I was treed.” She rubbed her finger over his tiny horns.

  “Exactly, and this?”

  It was a small disc. She had to think. “Oh, I know, this represents our tubing adventure.”

  “Right, and this one’s a hot air balloon.”

  There was also a sea shell representing their time in Corpus and a tiny replica of the Alamo. Placing her finger on another, she almost cried. “A library book, from when we met and you saved me.”

  “That’s right, and a cable car for this trip.”

  “And this one?” She pretended not to recognize the shape.

  “That’s a pickup, Old Red.”

  “I love it! This way, I’ll never forget any of it.” As if she could. “Thank you, so much.” She hugged him. “I can’t believe you did something so romantic.”

  “Hey, I have my moments.”

  The food was delicious, everything from truffles lasagna to lobster bisque, Cato ate every bite. She could say this was the happiest she’d ever been. Heath was attentive and the stares she received from other women clearly showed their envy. Twice she almost asked when their next date would be, but something held her back. She didn’t want to be the one to mention it, she wanted Heath to bring it up.

  Afterward, he took her dancing at a private club housed in one of the beautiful Tuscan style villas. This was Napa, vineyard country, and the very air was intoxicating. She gazed up at his face with rapture, the words ‘I love you’ on the tip of her tongue. “I can’t believe you brought me dancing. You don’t dance.”

  “I still don’t dance, but I sure do love holding you. Haven’t you figured it out by now?” Heath asked, looking into her eyes. “You have me under your spell. I’ll do anything for you—anywhere, anytime.”

  Cato nestled into his arms and dreamed that the night would last forever.

  But it didn’t. All too soon, they had to pack up and leave. “I want to come back here one day with you,” she said. “There’s so much I want to see.” Even the place they’d stayed had been magnificent with a huge sunken tub in the room and a central waterway flowing through the lush gardens.

  “I’m sure you will.”

  Heath’s answer was a bit off-hand. Cato tried not to let it bother her, knowing his mind was already on things back home. “We’ll be back in Texas soon. Have you checked with Zane to see if jury selection is complete?”

  Heath held up his cell. “Just got a message. Trial begins tomorrow.”

  Cato felt a knot in her stomach. “I know you’re nervous. Everything’s going to be okay.”

  “It should be.” Heath tipped the steward who helped with their bags. “With a jury trial, you never know. The prosecutor would love to make a name for himself by taking down a McCoy. High profile cases like this are always good come election year.”

  “Do we have a computer on board and Wi-Fi? If we do, I can go through those documents again.” She couldn’t help but remember what Cady had said.

  “Yea, I’m sure there is. But we’re running out of time.”

  His tone wasn’t condemning, but somehow Cato felt like she’d let him down. “It won’t hurt to try.”

  “No, it can’t hurt.” So once they’d boarded, both of them busied themselves with work and phone calls. There was no trip to the playroom, nor did they sit and talk. The closeness that they’d shared seemed to be gone. And it got worse. Heath called Jimmy to tell him when they would land. When they met him on the tarmac, he was in a buoyant mood. “So, when’s the wedding?”

  Cato couldn’t see his face, but they were standing next to Jimmy’s black SUV and she could see his reflection in the tinted windows.

  She froze, waiting to see what Heath’s reply would be.

  Heath laughed, obviously caught by surprise. Carefully, he averted his face so Cato couldn’t see his mouth. He had no idea she was watching him in the reflection. Popping off, he replied, “Jimmy, you know no woman is gonna hogtie me in the bonds of holy matrimony. The day I get married is the day you know I’ve given up on being happy. What Cato and I are doing means nothing.”

  Cato felt sick. She stood straighter, trying not to let her dismay and embarrassment show on her face. Heath wasn’t aware, but Jimmy had seen where her eyes had been—he knew, he looked at her in sympathy.

  Glancing between the two of them, Heath seemed to realize that he’d stepped in it, because he turned to look at her with an odd expression on his face. “Cato…” he began and stopped. “Damn, my phone’s ringing, it’s Philip. I need to take this.” He flipped open the phone and turned his back.

  Cato struggled for something to say. “Heath’s right, why spoil a perfectly good relationship…”

  Jimmy walked over to her, placed a hand on her shoulder. “Give him time.”

  She was about to respond, when Heath whirled around, a curse on his lips. “Let’s get outta here, my damn refinery just blew. And I know who’s responsible.”

  “What?” Jimmy and Cato spoke simultaneously.

  “Arness. I’m going to confront the asshole. I know he did it and he’s not getting away with this.”

  Jimmy offered to come with them, but Heath insisted he was fine. After he’d loaded Cato and her luggage in, they took off. “I’ll take you home after this.” He spoke succinctly. She had to lean over to make sure what he was saying.

  “No problem, I’m so sorry. Was anyone hurt?”

  “No. The bastard took an acetylene torch and cut the main fuel line. He had help, the cameras were disabled and
security had been drawn to the other side of the plant by an alarm which was set off.” Heath was breaking speed-limits. Cato just held on and listened. “I’ll have to lay-off workers. He thinks he’s going to break me. We’ll just see about that.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “To his office, I’m confronting the fucker. He isn’t going to get away with this.”

  “Do you think it’s wise to just barge in? What if he calls the police?”

  Heath was furious—not at Cato, but he had a hard time keeping his focus. Through gritted teeth, he answered, “I’m not the one who committed a damn crime. We called the police and Zane told them exactly who was responsible.”

  “Maybe he’s been arrested by now?”

  Shaking his head, Heath saw the irony. “They say they have to have proof, a just cause. I wonder where the just cause came in when they arrested Philip.”

  “I’m so sorry.” Cato knew she was repeating herself, but she didn’t know how else to comfort him.

  “Listen, Cato, about what I said back there…”

  “Don’t worry about it.” She didn’t want to have this conversation now, there was too much other stuff going on.

  Cato stared at the window as Heath maneuvered the one-way streets of downtown Austin. Soon they were whipping into the parking garage of an office building. “Stay here.”

  “No, I’m coming with you,” she announced as she exited and ran after him. “I don’t understand what you expect to accomplish.”

  He didn’t stop to explain and if he said anything, she wasn’t aware of it. Throwing open the ornate glass doors to Arness Oil, Heath barreled in. Cato followed him to the elevator as he punched in the top floor. “Have you been here before?”

  “Unfortunately.”

  On the ride up, she tried to reason with him. “Don’t do anything to get arrested, please?”

  Heath’s face softened. “I don’t plan on killing him.”