"Kat, why did you tell that kid he can go up to her room?" I've asked her that shit twice already and she refused to answer me both times, like she thinks I'm playing around with this shit."Colton, I told you it's fine. I trust my daughter and Todd's a good kid. Now how about you tell me what happened at the principal's office." I hadn't even given any thought to that shit since coming home. Not after seeing what the boy did in the schoolyard. Before I asked him I pretty much guessed who the ox was that he'd taken down, he could only be the kid that had messed with my daughter, but how did he know? That's all I could think about as I rode home behind them. If Caitlin was telling him shit that she wasn't sharing with me that shit would've pissed me off. But I believe him when he says she wasn't the one. The boy has never lied to me before and I've checked his shit on more than one occasion. Hearing him say it helped untie the knots in my gut I got when I thoug
Whoa, that was intense! I'd learned a whole lot in the last ten minutes, now my eyes are wide open. I can only be grateful that I'd never crossed the line in the past, call it divine intervention. Because now I'm sure that if I'd ever broken any of his rules he would've known. Now all the matching bracelets that the kids were never allowed to remove, and couldn't even if they wanted to, because he had the little gold screw driver needed to remove them I'm sure made sense. I almost jumped out of my skin when my future mother in law met me in the hallway. My eyes went immediately to the bracelet on her wrist and the rings on her finger, her wedding rings. I know how Mr. Lyon figured out where I got Caitie's necklace. Though his pieces are all one of a kind, Simon leaves a signature in all of his jewelry, something that only someone familiar with his work would recognize. She was covered in it. Damn! "What did that beast do to you?" She's just as cute as h
I was scared shitless, because I knew I had to show daddy that piece of paper. How had he and the uncles missed it when two little girls had put it together? It made no sense. Though I'm not sure about all the ins and outs of what daddy and the uncles are up to, I know they're very good at what they do. Then again, Catalina's brain is far above most people's and apparently so is her friend's. "Is it okay if I show this to daddy?"Uh...um...let me think about it. If you tell him he'll make me stop." She pouted and jumped down off the bed headed for the door. "I have to do my homework now and uncle Hank is coming." She ran from the room back to being an innocent eight year old kid. I stared down at the paper after she left until I heard movement outside my door. I hurried and put it away under my pillow just as Todd knocked and walked in. "Hey, let's go for a walk around the old neighborhood." He walked in all smiles and reached for my hand, pulling me
Damn, this kiss was even better than the one we shared earlier. Now I wasn't afraid to hold her, to touch, as my arms came around her drawing her in closer. I put everything into this kiss, all my hopes and dreams, the long days and nights spent without her. And when her hands tugged at my back trying to get closer still, I sank into her, heart and soul. It's one of those kisses that should lead somewhere. The kind a man and woman share when they're about to take that next step, wild, uninhibited, passionately hot. I pulled her in even closer as my body reacted to her nearness after being so long apart, and to her taste, as her lips followed mine hungrily. I heard a car engine off in the distance and remembered where we were. Pulling my lips away from hers I rested my forehead against hers as my hands fell to rest on her spectacular ass, holding her in place against me. "I missed you so much baby." I don't recall her body feeling this ripe before. Then again I d
"I think we should head back. Let's not give your dad any more reason to hate me." I cupped her cheek and ran the pad of my thumb over her warm flesh as I berated myself once more. How could I have been so stupid? All this time I never gave much thought to the physical side of our relationship, okay maybe that's not quite accurate. But the truth is in all the time I've been waiting for her to come to me, sex never played that big a part, I just wanted her with me. It's not that I'm not physically attracted to her, I am, in spades, but somewhere along the way I'd learned, thanks to her father no doubt, to kill that shit until the time was right. When we talk on the phone at night, our conversations never lead to anything remotely sexual. I just can't breathe if I don't talk to her, or get to see her face on the screen every day. So I'd lead myself to believe that I could control myself, that I had it all under control. I was wrong. I looked at her, at us
Her arms clamped down around my neck, and her head went to my shoulder. "That's Cady!" I looked at Caitie who was still standing next to me."How do you know? How can you tell them apart?" I looked from the little girl in my arms to the other two who were still rolling around on the mat with their brother Cody. "She's the most outgoing of the three.""You kids are back, good; it's almost time for dinner. Todd, why don't you help Caitlin set the table?" Mrs. Lyon got up from her seat with a smile while her husband growled and shot daggers at me with his eyes. "Oh by the way Todd, these are our friends, Hank and Cierra Mancini.""Mancini?" I barely caught myself as my eyes flew to the sinister grin on his face. I walked over to shake his hand while his wife gave me a knowing look. "Pleased to meet you sir." There were three frogs in my throat. I don't know why I expected him to be older, and not so... clean cut I guess."If you say so!" I guess I wasn't as
When I left the school earlier I was distracted by the boy being back but not too distracted to forget to give Jared a little side job. I needed to know what it was that had happened to the kid that made the idiot principal think that Mengele had done something to him. It hadn't taken Jared long to get the details but the shit didn't make any sense until I remembered a conversation I'd had with Mancini a while back. Could she really be that diabolical? At her age could she have the kind of patience it would take to pull off something like this? The fuck am I saying? Of course she can, it's Mengele for fuck sake. Now I need to know what she did with the rest of that shit and get it the hell out of my house. Obviously she hadn't used it all or the asshole kid would be dead. Damn! They were still at it when I walked back into the room, both looking suspicious as fuck. "Leave us a minute Mengele I need to have a word with your uncle Hank." "Uh-oh, what did I do n
But now my mind, and my hormones, are working overtime. I'm seventeen, more than old enough I think to know what I want. I've always been a good girl, always did as I was told. Maybe too good if it took only one heated kiss to turn me into a seething inferno. It's as if someone had turned a switch and I've gone from the sweet Caitlin Lyon who's never put a foot wrong to this person who has sex on the brain. Or maybe I've always been this way and had just repressed myself until now. Whatever the case may be, I don't think this Genie is going back in the bottle. "What's that look for?" He finished drying his hands with the dishtowel as he looked at me awaiting an answer. He lifted his brow when I didn't answer right away and I didn't miss the way he swallowed under my intense gaze."Oh nothing!" I took his hand and lead him from the kitchen. "How about I show you how well I've learned to drive?" *** LYON *** "What's going on with you