"Shawn, I lost my baby. The bitch killed my unborn child. I will hunt her down myself, I will...kill her." Catherine's nostrils flared and shook her head in disgust. The hatred, the longing to destroy Elizabeth was the reason she survived.
"Stop… Catherine, let me take care of it, please. I will take care of
Bloody hell. Shawn thought his heart skipped a few beats and his jaw would have dropped if it were not for the sweet scent still in his nose. This could not be her. Catherine was never this aggressive; he couldn't believe what he was hearing as his lips moved slowly. "There you are..." Catherine jumped to her feet as Dave's voice grumbled behind them. Come on in, Cath, I'm famished. You can join us too, Shawn." The two raised their brows and smiled at each other, knowing full well they were about to have sex right there and then. Ten minutes later, Catherine stepped out of her room with a new outfit, freshly out of the shower, her short hair still wet as she went straight to the kitchen table while Shawn was busy with a phone call and Dave was busy preparing their brunch as the latter searched for a fork and spoon in the cabinet. "Are you sure you've dressed appropriately for brunch, Catherine?"Shawn asked as he looked at her up and down. Her short shorts nearly covered nothing of
Shawn relished the way Catherine's hair brushed against his nose as he moved in closer and gently kissed the back of her neck. A faint moan escaped her lips, "I miss you damn much, wife! Losing you felt like hell." Shawn whispered and felt her body loosen up and relax even more - almost as if she was wilting into his arms. He adored the emotion of restraint, knowing that his efforts could affect her mood and had the power to bring her higher levels of pleasure than she would allow anyone else to. Drawing his hand up, letting his fingers gently ripple up her flat stomach, finding their way to her forearm and snaking up towards her neck as he slowly caressed her short, soft hair to that wonderful area where her neck and shoulders meet in a smooth embrace.Planting a kiss on that amazing pat
Warning Rated SPG 18+*****Shawn knelt in front of her and feasted on the sweet haven between her legs. He could smell her excitement, breathed in her desire as he feasted on her.Shawn immediately pulled his remaining clothing down with one stroke as Catherine moaned and bit her lips while looking at him with obvious need as she relished the ending of her orgasm. Her folds, already too moist and messy, looked so inviting. "Wife, I'm far from done and I think there's something I'd like to clean up right now," he mumbled as he picked her up and laid her up in the upper part of the bed."Shawn, give me a moment," she gasped.
Two days later, Shawn had managed to convince Catherine to come with him to London, but on the way to the airport, they were ambushed by Javier’s men, and they drove around the outskirts of the city for a few hours, hiding for a day in an unknown cheap hotel, uncertain of what to do next. He’d chanced a stop in a drive-thru sandwich joint to get a little food for Catherine and himself. Being out of sorts wasn’t something he was accustomed to. Interrupting his thoughts, the mobile phone ring tone sang from his right front pocket. An attack within three days since he came to Scotland had caused both him and his passenger, who was relaxed and had not even broken a sweat from the ambush. Catherine even told Shawn that she knew those goons and that they were the ones who guarded her when she was held captive by Elizabeth. And it was, of course, more than just a mere concern when Shawn realised that his wife was not telling him more. Two days after their lovemaking, they talked more about
Ben Nevis Mountain, Scotland.Dave attempted to free himself from the old wooden chair, bound by a tightly wound thread. He was in a small study room which overlooked what seemed to be a moderately considerable property. A vast yard neighborhood surrounding the old building ended unexpectedly in a deep, rolling wilderness. The room where he was restrained must have been at least three stories high. If it had been a house, it would have been enormous by any standard.Jerking his head around, he took a better roster of the room around him. The soft, dark chestnut floor led to an empty, arched doorway. It was impossible to see beyond the nook, but he speculated that it led into a corridor. On e
In another inexpensive inn, Catherine and Shawn spent their night planning and calling a lot of people in the small but decent room. She knew her husband was planning something big, but her only main concern was her brother, Dave. What if the kidnappers had killed him already and it was too late to rescue him? Not that she didn't trust Shawn and his resources, but she wanted to make the rescue as soon as possible, and sleeping wide awake the whole night made her think about looking for her brother herself. But how? Shawn was her best option, as he knew some people who knew people, and above all, he knew where the shelters of Javier's mob were. However, were they even sure it was Javier’s men? Those nagging questions kept taunting her. She knew Javier. He wouldn't make a sudden plan or a move that was unsure and irrelevant, and how did he even know that she was here in Scotland anyway? Her reverie was halted by an unexpected noise outside their room. The sound wasn’t loud, but it didn
Ten minutes later, “Oh hell, I'm so full,” he groaned and looked at the remaining goodies on the small table between an old lampshade and small vanity. Their breakfast was soft pancakes and berries, as warm as they would be in the sun, with maple syrup threaded on top. “I didn't tell you to eat all the pancakes.” Catherine smiled, licking the rest of the syrup on her finger. "Yeah, but it remains my favourite breakfast, yet it has nothing at all to do with the food, if you know what I mean," he smirked. “I loved it because you were with me, because you and I were in the same room." It was odd how they transfer emotions that way, as if they couldn't quite accept how quickly they fell in love. “Oh my God, boss, my playboy boss—” “I'm your husband,” She rolled her eyes, grinning. “My playboy boss, my husband is romantic. This is really new! I can't even believe this. I've been working my ass off for two years, and I've never heard you lovie dovie with your girlfriend before.” He brigh
An hour later, the couple had finished their early morning sex and breakfast. To say that Catherine was satiated was an understatement as she finished her bacon, pancakes and eggs. Shawn padded across the room on the balls of his feet. His footfalls didn’t make a sound. He’d even learned the creaks of every plank covering the floor for just such an occurrence. Again, old habits. He reached the doorway and looked around the corner. The inn's corridor was empty, devoid of life or movement of any kind. The musty, bleached smell of the hallway had evaporated recently, but still, Shawn’s nose went deaf to the scent of old stone, wood, upholstery, and books, cheap soap, antibacterial tissues, and c