Blame The Player

C H A P T E R | 11

What will I do? Report him? Leave him? I don't want to get hurt by the system again. I'd rather forget it then. Anything but be disappointed like I was years ago. My fear of the past becoming present was suffocating me slowly. But even so, where do I go for closure?

My tears start to roll again.

Avalon is mad, Blake is here but pissed, and I don't want to shatter Madre's heart with this news. She deserves peace. I feel so alone. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, I sniff and stare hollowly ahead. Inhaling deeply, I hold it in to calm down. 

It's okay. I'll get better soon. Time heals all wounds. Right?

I scoff a dry chuckle. No, it doesn't.

" Cat? "

My eyes snap to Blake hovering in the doorway, sleepiness softening his features. I shoot upright and smile tightly.

" Sorry. "

I walk past him but he holds out an arm to block my passage. My heartbeat speeds up when he grabs my waist and leans into me, burying his nose in the curve of my collarbone. My toes curl when he places a kiss there, triggering sensuality to seduce my body.

" Did you have a nightmare? " he asks in a husky tone.

I shut my eyes and bite my lip, grab ahold of his shirt, and rise onto my tiptoes when he purposely fans his hot breath against the spot below my ear. Arching into him, he responds by tightening his grip. A sensuality throbs in my clit when he places a whispered kiss near my lips.

" I'm sorry about earlier. I was a dick, " he apologizes.

I hum, earning for his lips. I've fantasized about us kissing and more, and it doesn't compare to how it feels to have him pressed so closely to me, his lips teasing a kiss, and his husky voice luring out my desire for him. 

" Make me forget. "

He leans away, searching my eyes.

" You sure, baby? "

My chest flutters with nerves, and I nod.

" Yes. "

He nods and lowers to the floor. I frown, confused. My yelp made me flush in embarrassment at the sound, startled when his hands cupped my ass and swept me into the air. My legs wrap around him. Lust fondles the nerves of my clit when I feel him pressed into me where my pussy wanted it most.

I inhale deeply when I'm placed on the kitchen counter, not aware that we've been moving. He stares into my eyes, eyes the most vulnerable I've yet to see. My heart melts when he runs his fingers across my hairline in such gentleness, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. My eyes dart to his hand squeezing my thigh to ease my nerves. I cling to his shirt, impatient and greedy for his lips.

He smirks.

" I won't go too far, " he whispers and slips his hand into my shirt, hands rubbing my back. I hum, pleasured, and fulfilled. I arch my back when he pulls the shirt back to tighten the material around my body. Cheeks hot, I stare at the visible view of my nipples. He stares, lust dilating his pupils.

" Fuck. So hot, " he groans and lifts the shirt to expose my belly, fascinated by every inch of skin I allow him to see.

My chest heaves up and down, my heartbeat screaming and my mind racing. He leans forward and leaves a trail of clumsy kisses up my neck and jaw, teasing me. I groan and tuck at his shirt. I'm flustered when he cups my hands and pulls me down to the hem.

" Take it off, baby. "

I take hold of the material and slowly start to pull it up and over his head, entranced by his beauty. Running a hand down his collarbone, chest, and stomach, I pause at his pants. He's watching me.