Claiming Their Cat (22 page)

“Please.
Please fuck me.”

Creed rolled to his back taking Cat with him. She was surprised, thinking she’d face Rio, but right now, she didn’t care.

“Ride me, my sweet Cat,” said Creed.

Easing herself down on Creed, she saw him
grit
his teeth. “So good,” he said. “So fucking tight.”

B
efore she could start riding Creed, a gentle hand between her shoulder blades pushed her down. Creed captured her
mouth
, their tongues entwining. She felt the pressure at her
rear
as Rio’s
thick
head pressed in. Pleasure and pain seared
sensitive
flesh. Creed cupped her head with his hands, latched on her tongue and sucked. Rio pushed in some more, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to
move
.

Creed supported her hips as he and Rio pumped in and out slowly. They were moving simultaneously, sliding and retreating, feeding a
slow
storm
inside her.

“Hard, both of you.
Please
take
me
hard
.”

“Aw, fuck,” Rio said behind her.

The pace increased. She was burning.
Sparks flew inside her as she shifted between them.
The penetration was
deep
and
complete
. She felt both of them in every fiber of her being. Cat cried out when her whole body spasmed with a hot, relentless vortex. Rio leaned
down
and covered her back. Creed forced her head down farther.

Then they both bit her, one on each shoulder as they climaxed inside her.
The bites were their own erotic pleasure, and she came hard again.
Growls vibrated and infused her from the front and the
back
as waves of
hot
desire
ebbed and flowed within her
entire
being
.

As she collapsed against Creed, her last thought was that something
remarkable
had just happened.

After lunch, Cat sat at the computer researching what and when a newborn was due shots. Brody was
happy
and healthy, but she couldn’t take any chances. They both insisted he didn’t need any,
and she had no idea why they would say that. She’d informed them both that Brody was her child, and he was getting his shots.

They’d promised to leave her alone for at least two hours, so she could find out about the shots and give her
body
some rest.
Last night was so
fantastic
she couldn’t wait until tonight. But she’d made it clear; she wasn’t up to having an orgasm every hour. They were practically stalking her, which
…e
xcited her.

Cat had decided last night to stay here instead of running to her parents, at least for a little while. Rio and Creed promised to protect her and Brody and not do anything stupid like go after Alvarez.

And the sex was—off the charts.

The two marks on her shoulders burned in a constant reminder of the pleasure.

Did she mention the sex was
fabulous
?

Staying was
important
to her. She felt like she and her son belonged here. She was
happy
and healthy too, and she believed them when they said they wanted her to stay. No, they hadn’t confessed love to her, but it felt close. If she looked hard within herself, she’d probably find that she did love them—both of them. How
crazy
was that?

She was disappointed when she found out Brody had missed his newborn and first month’s shots. That would never do. How could she
get
him his shots without having a paper trail? Would Lucy do it? Yeah, that was a
good
option.

The computer chimed
,
signaling the arrival of an email. The message displayed in a
tiny
phantom box at the bottom of the screen
clear
enough for her to
see
.

Deposited 10 million.

Blackness crowded her
vision
, and she actually swayed.
No.
it can’t be.
She frantic
al
ly clicked on the message, and it opened full screen.

Bring Mari and my
child
to the
compound
and you’ll get the rest of your mone
y

Cat’s heart seized in her chest. She blinked and gulped in a much-needed breath.
No.
This couldn’t be happening.
Why was it happening? It was signed J.A. Jose Alvarez. She scrolled down and found that Rio had contacted Alvarez right after breakfast offering her and Brody for twenty mil.
She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from crying out in agony. The way they made love to her, helped her with Brody… She was such a fool.

She closed the email and tried to think. She needed to
escape
, but there was no way to get past the gate from hell. Her best option was to
get
to town and then…call for a cab, beg for a ride, steal a car.

Her lower lip quivered.
I will not cry.
I will not
crumble
.

She had to stay strong for her child. His life depended on her. After racking her brain, she decided a haircut
might give her the chance to flee
, and that could only happen in town. God knew she didn’t need any diapers or wipes. Brody would probably be in the larger
size
before he ran out. Maybe she could convince them to go out to eat. That would give her an excuse to slip away to the bathroom and out the back door. A trip to the drugstore was in order too. She’d tell
them that she
needed some personal items.

The hard part would be getting Brody away from them. She couldn’t fail.

Cat walked through the house and found Brody on a pallet in the den. Rio and Creed were sprawled beside him. They were telling
him that they
couldn’t wait for him to get old enough to play football. Her heart broke again when
little
Brody smiled.
What
had gone
wrong?
How could she
have
trusted so blindly?

“Hey,” she said. “I was wondering if we could take a trip into town.”

“Sure,” said Rio. “What do you need?”

An escape plan.
“A haircut.” She lifted a
piece
of her hair and examined the ends. “I
need
to have the
dead
ends
cut
. It’s been a while.”
Telling the truth was
essential
if this strategy were to
work
.
Cat was a
horrible
liar. “And some—personal things from the drugstore and then maybe we can all go out to eat.”

Rio looked at his
brother
and grinned. “Sounds like Brody’s going to town.”

Rio’s
jovial
comment was like a knife in her heart. “I’ll go pack his diaper bag.” Cat hurried upstairs and packed Brody’s things. She couldn’t
risk
packing any of her stuff. She’d just do without. Her gaze landed on the newest sexy thing they had given her, telling her to
wear
it tonight. Ten minutes
ago
, she’d wanted to
slip
it on.

Cat changed out of Creed’s shirt and into her old sweats. She had no bra because she didn’t
own
any. She hoped she didn’t spring a leak.

Glancing around Rio’s bedroom, her gaze drawn to the bed where she’d nestled between the two
strong
brothers.
Cat thought they meant to protect her, not
cash
in. Where did she go
wrong
? She swallowed the
bitterness
mingled with
loss
and headed downstairs.

Ten minutes later, they were in the Hummer heading for the hell-gate.
She watched
,
hoping to find out how to open it and was sorely disappointed when Rio punched something into his iPhone, and the
beast
opened.
Okay, so plan B would be to
steal
this monster of a truck and the iPhone and then fiddle around with it until she figured it out. Not a
grand
plan.

The rocking of the
vehicle
put
Brody to sleep. Cat wanted to sleep too, but needed to stay awake to check out the
town
, figure out escape routes and whatever else popped into her head. Desperation fought a battle with
disbelief
inside her. Before the email,
peace
had settled in her heart along with passion and love. Yes, she loved the brothers, both of them.
Her protectors, her lovers, her providers—her traitors.

Cat forced her head out of her
heart
and back into her latest
escape
ordeal
. Town was
near
because more and more houses dotted the road. Hell, she didn’t even know the name of the town, not that it made any difference.

“There
are
several salons, but I have no idea if one is better than the other,” said Creed.

“It doesn’t matter.”
That was an understatement.
“Surely they can’t do too much damage with just a trim.”

Rio glanced over his shoulder at her. “Just make sure they
trim
and not cut. We love your hair.”

What was she supposed to think about that statement? Love it twenty million dollars’ worth?

“Yeah,” Creed chimed in. “I
’d
hate to have to kill somebody today.”

Kill? The only
thing
killed today was her heart and soul.

Finally, the SUV pulled into a
vacant
parking space in front of
The Hair Salon
.
It looked like a swanky, upscale place.
“I’ll go in and
get
the trim. You can
bring
Brody in when he wakes.”

“Why can’t we just stay in the car?” Creed asked.

“Well, I
guess
you can. I just thought that he may need a diaper change when he wakes up.”
Lord,
please
let him
wake
and need a change.

“We can change him in the back of the SUV,” said Rio.

How could she rebuke that? They had changed as many diapers as she had. “Okay. Em, can I have some money?” Blood rushed her face at the absurdness of the question.

“Sure,” replied Rio. He pulled two bills from his wallet and handed it to her.

Cat slipped from the
vehicle
and tried not to
run
into the establishment. Two crisp one hundred dollar bills gave her hope. Now, she had to
get
Brody away from them.

A
lady
with ‘Janice’ on her nametag was free, and she ushered Cat into the chair.
After instructing that she only wanted a
trim
, she took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to get Brody away from his—
uncles
.
Janice chatted about mundane stuff, and she managed to nod and grunt appropriately.
The “Wow, who are those two?”
pulled her gaze to the door.
Rio, Creed, and
little
Brody commanded the entire
salon
’s
attention
.

“They’re…”
Mine. Well that was true last night
. “With me.”

“Your baby?” asked Janice.

Cat nodded. “Brody’s his name.”

Janice
,
along with every female in the place
,
migrated toward the door. Cat had to wonder who the oohs and ahhs were for.
The women jostled for
position
to
see
Brody or get up close and personal to the brothers.
Some still had
foil
in their hair, but a few were young and dressed in
real
clothes, not
floppy
sweats. Jealousy,
vicious
and
ugly
, wasn’t something she could afford.

Janice came back when she’d had her fill. “Which one is your husband?”

“Neither one.”

“Oh. Are you married to a different
brother
then?”

What in the hell was Janice talking about? “No.”

“Well, he looks like them.”

Janice was
correct
of course. “Yes, all three have the same dark hair and skin.”

“And don’t forget those cute little dimples in all three chins.”

A shock rocketed through her system. Why hadn’t she noticed it before and what were the
odds
of that? Apparently, fate was a
bitch
. Now every time she looked at
sweet
Brody’s face, she’d see Rio and Creed.

Before Janice had snipped the
last
hair, Cat had her first
plan
. She thanked Janice and handed her a hundred, knowing she should
tip
, but she was on a budget. After getting her change, she plowed her way through the ladies encircling her three—no her baby. She leaned into Rio and told
him that she
needed to nurse or there was going to be an accident. Call her crazy but she thought his gaze heated.

After locating the restroom, she entered and counted to ten. Brody wasn’t hungry—yet.
If she were lucky, she could nurse him in the back of a cab now that she actually had the
money
to pay for it instead of hijacking it.
Taking a calming breath, she pe
e
ked out the door. Not seeing anyone, she headed to the backdoor she’d seen before she entered the restroom.

The smell of cigarette smoke hit her the second she stepped outside. Glancing around, she took the shortest route to the
street
and prayed for a yellow car with a bulb on the top that said taxi. Luck was with her. A
cab
was parked at the corner. It was green, but she couldn’t be picky about color. She slid into the back seat. The cabbie flipped his smoke out the window and glanced over his shoulder at her.