Page 34 of Unruly

Cross finally uncovered his eyes, and dark soul-deep brown found her in an instant. Lust raged there, and pleasure curved his mouth into an approving grin as he groaned out her name. His hips lifted off the bed as she started a slow rhythm sucking his dick. His fingers came to weave into her hair, and he tugged and pulled along with her movements, guiding her the way he liked.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunted. “Love it when you suck my dick, Catty.”

It didn’t take too long before Cross was blowing his load, and Catherine was licking him clean with a smile and a wink. He could go for hours fucking her, but when she sucked him off, he was weak.

She loved that.

It gave her power.

Catherine liked using it.

Often.

Kissing back up his stomach, she stretched over his form like a happy cat baking in sunlight. Given the early morning rays coming in through the window and falling across the bed, she felt just like that, too.

“I owe you for that one,” he told her.

“It’s a good way to wake up.”

Cross chuckled, and stroked her swollen, tingling lips with his thumb. “Fucking right.”

“Happy anniversary, Cross.”

Her husband’s roughened, dark features lit up with a boyish grin. “Happy anniversary, babe. So hey, how did that meeting go with Bianchi yesterday evening?”

Catherine’s happy mood fled instantly.

Cross didn’t miss it. “What happened?”

“My mother.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Catty.”

She pushed off Cross, and rolled to her own side of the bed. On her back, she stared up at the ceiling. “It does when you know what happened. She basically played me into going to the meeting alone, and then, I fucked it all up.”

“Wait, back up. How did you fuck it up exactly?”

Catherine quickly recounted the events that happened before saying, “I offended him repeatedly, and he let me know it in a not so subtle way.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Is it? In this business, we all know respect rules the house, Cross.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Bottom line, he guaranteed I wouldn’t have the cocaine supplied by him from here on out. So guess where that leaves me?”

Cross sighed. “Shit.”

“Yeah. I have to go back, and let both my cousins know I have effectively screwed them out of their long-term supplier. We’ve got what, Cross, maybe a couple of months of cocaine stored between the Three Families and my mother’s supply?”

“Maybe less, maybe more.”

“Exactly. Not nearly enough. Especially if a major deal comes up with one of the Three Families, or sales pick up for whatever reason on the streets. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Well, if you feel like your mother got you into this mess, then maybe she can help you get out of it.”

Catherine scowled. “Maybe.”