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  “Don’t look so sad; remember, we have that treat that I know will hit the mark. So how about we go downstairs and watch a movie for a bit. I’m hungry and could use a good scary movie before bed.”

  “Sounds awesome. There are a couple on Netflix.”

  “Ooh. If I didn’t know better, I’d suggest you were trying to Netflix and Chill with me.”

  “Well, you do, so quit your shit and let’s go pick one.”

  We get downstairs and my brother is hogging the television. This is going to start a fight, but then I notice my brother is sleeping so we take the remote and take a seat on either side of him, ignoring the slight snore. Five minutes into the movie, our screams startle him awake.

  “What the fuck?”

  “We didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “No, my bad. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. I was waiting on an important call. Excuse me. I have to go home. Do you need a ride home, Charlotte?”

  She arches her brow like he’s lost his mind. “No. I’m staying tonight.”

  “Okay. Goodnight,” he grumbles to us before leaving without another word.

  “That was weird.”

  “I guess when he wakes up, I’m not his mortal enemy.”

  “I suppose not.” I stare out the door he just left that leads to the front porch and wonder what the hell is wrong with my brother. He’s been so fucking weird lately.

  We continue watching the movie until I notice that my bestie can hardly keep her eyes open. “Come on. It’s bedtime. I’m beat after our day of breaking and entering.”

  “Tell me about it,” she says, yawning throughout each word. We climb the stairs, and she takes the guest bedroom while I head to mine.

  I smile to myself as I think about what we did today. I can’t believe Charlotte talked me into sneaking into his house. I close my eyes and squeal into my pillow. I’m still wearing his shirt under my hoodie, so after Charlotte heads to bed in the guest bedroom down the hall, I slip out of everything except the dress shirt I stole.

  A blush heats my face, turning my cheeks bright pink, but the room is only lit by the moonlight, so I know that it’s only me that knows my filthy secret. I wore it out of the room, keeping it as a prize.

  Sliding my fingers down my body, grazing my breasts over the cotton of his expensive crisp shirt, I pinch my already stiff nipples. My lip shakes as I picture his strong hands taking over for me in the cover of darkness, creeping to my room, undressing at the edge of the bed as he eyes me with lust.

  I reach my pussy, my painted pink nails lightly skimming my trimmed hairs right over my mound, imagining his touch and what he’d demand from me. “Show me my new pussy. I want to see what you have for me.”

  “Are you going to pet it?” I ask.

  “Pet? So much more than pet. I’m going to make you purr over and over, my little kitten,” he growls, crawling over me with his large body. A loud slam of a car door startles me out of my mood, and I gasp. Shit.

  I left the fucking window open. Catching my breath, I hope to fucking hell I wasn’t saying that shit out loud.

  “Come here, kitty. Damn it, kitty. Get back here,” Gabriel snarls. I jump out of bed and bolt to the window to see what’s happening.

  “Everything okay, Mr. Bellamy?” I call out.

  “Sorry, Catherine. My mother’s cat decided to break free and run out the door as soon as I gave her a chance. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “I wasn’t sleeping. Do you need help to find her?”

  “No. Whose shirt is that?” he asks

  “Um…goodnight, Mr. Bellamy.” I close my window quickly and dash into my closet to switch out of his shirt and into my pajamas. Once I’m tucked into bed, I close my eyes and sigh, “Orgasm ruined again. I might die a freaking virgin.”

  Chapter Six

  Gabriel

  “How the fuck am I going to sleep with those words on my brain? Orgasm ruined again. I might die a freaking virgin.”

  I damn nearly barreled through their front door and up the stairs to kidnap her pretty ass, taking care of her orgasm and tearing that fucking shirt off her body after asking who the fuck it belonged to and then hearing those words from her lips.

  My Cat wants to come. Who else has been cockblocking you, princess? I startled her with the door, but who did she get the shirt from? Where had she been with that little shit Charlotte before she’d snuck into the damn house? Damn it, I’m going to have to pay more attention to her comings and goings.

  I replay the footage from earlier of her slinking into the house in a pair of tiny shorts and a big, black hoodie with her friend in tow just in time for Callahan to question them. When they head up to the bedroom, I realize the battery for that camera is dead. Figures. I couldn’t find out who that shirt belonged to or what she was doing before I rudely interrupted her private performance.

  I decide dealing with my dick is the only thing that’s going to get me through the night. Whipping that fucker out, I stroke it nice and slow, working up a rhythm, picturing my sweet girl next door opening her legs for me, asking me to take away the ache. No, begging me to take away the ache like the hungry little girl that she is.

  She’ll call out my name as I slide into her insanely tight hole, tearing her in two as I claim her virginity for my own. Every twisted second that passes, I do my best to fight the hunger, but I long to be inside her. Catherine has me by the balls and the bratty little teen on her way to college, for a degree in who the fuck knows what doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me.

  I stroke my cock two more times before exploding, letting my nut coat my fingers like a teenage boy who has no fucking control. Reaching over to grab something to wipe it with, I’m struck by the reality that someone was in my room. I turn my head and notice that my pillows are facing the wrong way. Having grown up with a strict father, making my bed perfectly had been so ingrained I always do it even at my age.

  Fuck. I spent time getting into Cat’s house and setting up security that I didn’t think to worry about my mother’s house. She doesn’t want cameras in her home because she feels like it’s an invasion of her privacy, and after the life my abusive father gave her, I understand why she doesn’t like being under a microscope, but fuck. Who was in my room and why?

  Digging through everything, I start looking for any signs of someone digging through my things, and then that’s when I find it. “Oh, fucking little kitty Cat. You were in my room. Why?” A sinister grin comes over my face. “I know whose shirt that belongs to.”

  I think about what I’m going to do about her coming over here. What can I do? Do I tell her parents or just have a private chat and tell her it’s wrong to break into someone’s house? How did she get in here? That damn friend of hers, that’s for sure. But why? That’s the biggest question. She stole the shirt I was wearing when I saw her for the first time. Did she like it? Or was she just trying her cat burglar skills? Paying me back for embarrassing her, maybe or the fucking jerking off in front of her like an asshole. Damn it, I’ve earned this, haven’t I?

  Fuck. I bet her nipples were hard as fuck against my shirt, the soft material permanently marked by her piercing tips. Licking my lips, I imagine the way her tits would feel against my hands. Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I go to bed. No more thoughts of Catherine Sellers. She’s an eighteen-year-old girl with a crush on the guy next door.

  Hell, she might just be doing it as a dare. God, way to crush my ego.

  I close my eyes and let those thoughts fill my brain, and my cock finally takes a break, letting sleep come.

  Chapter Seven

  Gabriel

  For the next three weeks I do my best to ignore little miss hot pants and focus on the fact that it’s wrong to want her. She’s done the same, and it proves that the stolen shirt had been a tease. I leave in two days when my mother returns, so it’s not like I’ll be thrown back into temptation’s path again. Still, today she’s standing outside when the UPS driver arrives. It’s not the usual guy that comes. This guy happens to be much younger, and a growl rips through my chest. He’s staring at her as he chats her up like they’re more than friends. It pisses me off.

  “Are you okay, Mr. Bellamy?” Charlotte asks, drawing attention to me.

  “It was the cat.” The lie is completely unbelievable, and the look on her face says it all.

  “I didn’t know you owned a tiger,” she teases, knowing damn well what she’s doing.

  “Are you always trouble?” I tell her.

  “Yes, she is.” Callahan comes up and grabs her arm, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to drag her away from me. The fucker is jealous for no reason because I have no interest in her.

  “What do you got there, sis?” Cal asks Cat, who had been chatting with the young guy until I let out that animalistic snarl.

  “None of your business. Anyway, let go of my friend. We have stuff to do before she leaves for work.”

  “Yeah, fat head.” She tugs her arm free and sticks out her tongue at him.

  “I’ll give you a fat head,” he mutters under his breath. I’m the only one who heard that because the girls skip into the house, ignoring the both of us. I bet he wants her tongue right on it because I want his sister’s soft pink tongue on my cock every waking minute.

  “You’re lucky that you’re leaving in a few days.”

  “Don’t you live somewhere else too?” I question.

  “Yeah, but I like to watch out for my sister. She’s got a boyfriend now.”

  “Boyfriend? I haven’t seen anyone coming and going?”

  “No, but I’m guessing it’s someone at the mall. You know how it is. She’s keeping it a secret, and my parents are worried since they’re away on vacation again.”

  “Vacation, aga
in?” They had just returned last week.

  “Yes. They’ve been getting all their time in since my dad retired.” I learned he’d just retired the day they came over to introduce themselves. She’s still a doctor at their clinic, but she’s time off.

  “Damn. Good luck with those two. I’m glad I only have a cat to keep an eye on.” I don’t let on that I’m talking about his sister and the fact that I’m going to find out about that boyfriend and crush his fucking balls in a vise for touching my woman. That’s what I get for holding back. I’ve waited and waited, and now her little ass got a boyfriend. If he so much as touched her, I’ll tear him to shreds.

  “Tell me about it,” he says, turning his head to look for Charlotte. The man is fucking a goner as far as I can see.

  “I have to run some errands. I’ll see you later,” I mutter, heading to my car. I want to snap my phone in two, but I have a lot of work to do as I think about how I’m going to find this boyfriend of hers. First thing’s first, I have to make a call to my lawyer just in case I end up in jail tonight. Second, I scroll through all her social media and look for anything remotely close to something more than a polite acquaintance. There are a couple of fuckers that need to stop eyeing my girl, but Callahan has done an excellent job of reminding them that he’s not afraid of going to jail.

  “Who are you, you little prick?” I ask the screen on my tablet before tossing it in my passenger seat. The entire day I spent hunting down her lover, and I got nowhere. Fury burns intensely, and yet, it’s fucking pointless. She’s going to have to give me answers.

  Chapter Eight

  Catherine

  “Where did he go?”

  “I don’t know, but he totally lost it when you were talking to Jeremy,” Charlie says with no little bit of pleasure in her voice. “Let’s take a look at it.”

  “Okay, but we have to be quick about it because I don’t want my brother getting nosy. Let’s go into the guest bedroom. That way my brother can’t just waltz in.” Luckily, he found time to annoy Gabriel while we worked on ways to get him to notice me. Although maybe Charlie’s been right this whole time, and he’s into me. He’s holding back for some reason.

  “Good idea. You know he can’t stay out of your business for more than a minute.” We sneak into the guest bedroom while my brother is still outside talking to Gabriel and then lock the door so he’ll at least have to knock before barging in.

  “Come on, girl. You’re killing me. Tear it open so we can see the masterpiece.” I tear open the slim box and slide out the wrapped booklet. “Girl, you’re moving too slow,” she complains, bouncing on the mattress and nearly sending the package on the floor.

  “Well, chill out. I can’t open it if you’re rattling my brain.”

  “You want him to rattle your brain and shake the bed, so let’s get moving, girl.” I slide off the plastic wrapping and see my image on the front cover. It’s nothing sexy, but I still feel dirty because I know what else is inside the pages.

  Charlotte snatches it from me. “Hey.” I try to snag it back, but she’s too fast.

  “You were dragging ass. I want to see my masterpiece.” She flips to the centerfold and smiles. “This is perfect. Go ahead and sign it, so he has something to think about when he looks at it.”

  I take it from her and smile because the image is much better than I expected. I quickly pull out a sharpie and write a note on that page. “Girl, you’re dirtier than you give yourself credit for. Now, let’s sneak over there soon. His mother returns in a couple of days, which means this is your last chance to nab him before school.” She’s right.

  “I’m going to put this in my room. Gabriel should be at work tomorrow,” I quickly hide the portfolio and sneak out of the bedroom and over to my bedroom.

  Looking toward his bedroom window, I imagine him standing there naked, bare chest, strong muscles flexed as he takes hold of his cock in his hand. I haven’t forgotten the silhouette of him jerking and orgasming in the bedroom across from me. In the bedroom, I’d been in weeks ago, a shiver of excitement runs through me. The memory was so strong and deep that I dreamed about it, and I attempted to get myself off in the shower to it, but I needed his firm grip on me to do the job.

  A knock at my door shakes me out of that visual. “Cat, his car is gone,” Charlie hisses from the doorway.

  I open the door for her, and she swoops in. “Perfect, but what about Callahan?”

  “You have the key Mrs. Becker gave you just in case, so I’ll distract your brother, and you slip inside and drop it off.”

  “Sounds like it can work as long as you give me enough time to sneak in and out.”

  “Don’t go dawdling then. I’ll go harass your brother.” She smiles and skips out of the room, leaving me to rush out behind her. I have Mrs. Becker’s key on my keyring, so I quickly sneak into the house without my brother or anyone else noticing. Bringing the note to my lips, I kiss it, hoping that he enjoys it and is willing to express his gratitude. My thighs clench together as I think about him again. Shit, months of fantasizing about this man has turned my brains to mush. I used to think about more than Gabriel, but I’ve got him on my mind twenty-four hours a day. If this fails, maybe college will be the thing to get over him.

  As I lock the door, I feel insanely pathetic. Still, I quickly make it back to the house to see Charlie and Cal standing too close together. I’m worried she will knife him, but when he sees me, he steps back. She glares at him and then looks at me. Cal storms out after hovering over her with a dark look in his eyes.

  “So let’s go to the mall for a bit,” Charlie says.

  “Sounds good to me.” As soon as we’re in her car, I ask. “Do you want to talk about what happened in there?”

  “No, he’s an asshole.” I’m not sure if they will hook up or kill each other. I shake my head and let a chill afternoon at the mall calm me. By the time we get back I’m a bundle of nerves and can’t think straight. What will he do?

  Chapter Nine

  Gabriel

  After running to the store for some cat food and stuff that my mother will need when she’s back in a couple of days, I go back to the house and then see that someone has been inside the house again. This time there’s a package for me on the entry table.

  Gabriel

  A little spank bank material just for you.

  -Cat

  I tear it open because I have a feeling there was a reason my sweet innocent girl was in my room for more than teasing me with a quick peepshow.

  I’m floored when I see a booklet and on the cover is Cat in a tee shirt and jeans, smiling sweetly. I have a feeling that it only gets more revealing as I go along. One by one, on each page, my sweet Cat shows me a little more of her silky skin. Then it comes to the fucking centerfold. Growling, I nearly nut in my jeans. I flip the page down to see my kitten with her legs spread out on my bed in just my dress shirt and a pair of black lace panties, nipples hard as stone, one hand pressed on my mattress and the other under her lacy garment, sliding over her slick folds. Written in pen next to her hand is… If you stroke her, she’ll purr.

  Fuck, I squeeze my dick and know damn well that Catherine is in big trouble tonight. I have a shirt to get back, and I have to make her pay for stealing it in the first place, not to mention to punish her for letting someone see her so undressed, allowing them to take pictures like this.

  I look outside and see it’s already dark. I’m going to find my way into their house, and I’m going to make my little kitty cat pay for her little stunt and see if she purrs just for me. I shower and slide a couple of my work ties into my pockets.

  I turn on the damn cameras to her bedroom and listen to the conversation in the room. “Oh my God. He’s home. Do you think he’s opened it yet?”

  “Come on. How could he not open it? I mean, please. It’s got a note from you, and it’s got a tempting teasing line just enough to make him curious. I’m telling you. He may want to ignore that you’re hot, but I see the way he looks at you. Come on, he was about to bite off poor Jeremy’s head for smiling at you. If Jeremy only knew what he had in his hands.” Charlotte giggles, and I snarl and grumble again, feeling my inner beast ready to strike. “I’m telling you, girl. If you’re going to lose your v-card to anyone, why not to that hot guy, and then at least you’ll be over it. Move on to the next lover who will want to be with you and give you the happily ever you want. Just take that sexy bastard next door for a good ride and then go find a good boy to fall at your feet. You don’t need him more than a good fuck. He can teach you about sex.”