She watched me with intent eyes, like it was a turn-on rather than a disappointment.
I whispered through my heavy breathing. “My last time…was you.” I had been too depressed to jerk off when she left me. I didn’t even feel aroused because the liquor watered down all my desire. The last time was the way I’d come just now.
She started to move again, sliding through the white come that dripped down my dick. It was added lubricant, not that we needed it. “I like feeling your come inside me…” She continued to ride my semi-hard dick, bringing it back to stiff hardness with a few strokes. She moved up and down, her ass and thighs tight as she lowered and raised herself nice and slow, her fingers sliding into the back of my hair as she breathed in my face, enjoyed the potent desire between our bodies.
I got lost in those green eyes, got lost in the spiritual connection between our bodies, traveled through the clouds and the stars as she took me somewhere out of this world. I understood exactly what Balto felt, why it was so easy for him to give up his entire way of life for a single person.
Because she was his new way of life.
Catalina continued to rise to the top of my dick, her wetness kissing the crown of my head, and then push down, my shaft stretching her again before she rose and started over.
I already wanted to come again. “Baby…I love you.” I’d never before said how I felt when I felt it because our feelings had been classified from our own minds. But now I felt it, and I wanted to say it every time I felt it, unafraid to feel the most powerful emotion created. It was stronger than hate, stronger than jealousy, stronger than greed…stronger than all known forces combined. Power always remained in the person who cared less, who had nothing to lose, and I had forsaken all that control because it didn’t matter anymore.
She continued to rise and fall, her back arched, her tits dragging against me, her lips slightly parted, so perfect. “I love you…”
I was dead asleep when the phone started to ring on my nightstand.
Catalina groaned and turned over, pulling the sheets over her head like that would block out the sound.
I grabbed the device, saw Balto’s name on the screen with squinted eyes, and took the call because it was important. He wouldn’t call me at this time of night unless it was urgent. In fact, he hardly ever called me unless it was urgent. “Yeah?” I sat up then rose from the bed, leaving the bedroom so I wouldn’t wake Catalina.
He got right to the point. “Cassini needs you to take her to the hospital.” Despite the words he spoke, his voice was controlled. “She’s having pain with the baby.”
My heart started to pound. “Of course. But—”
“I’m too far away, Heath. I’m in the middle of collections in the north. I can’t get to her. And it would take too long for us to swap.”
I felt like shit. Felt worse than I had at the bottom of that cage. “I’ll take care of it…and I’m sorry.”
Click.
I went back into the bedroom and got dressed.
Catalina woke up at the sound of my movements. “What are you doing…? Are you leaving?”
I quickly pulled a long-sleeved shirt over my head and got my jeans on, invincible to the pain it caused me. “I can’t explain right now. I have to go.”
She got out of bed, wearing nothing but her panties. “What’s wrong?”
“I have to help Cassini.” I grabbed all the stuff off my nightstand and headed down the hallway.
She followed me. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong? Let me come with you—”
“I don’t have time to wait.” I took the stairs to the garage. “She needs me to get her to the hospital. Something is wrong with the baby. And Balto is working—in my fucking place—so he can’t do it.” I despised myself for doing this to him, for taking care of his wife when it should be him.
“Oh no…”
I hit the button on the wall so the garage door opened. “I have to go.”
“Alright.”
I grabbed Cassini and got her to the hospital. I did exactly what Balto would do, bossing people around and making threats until she saw a doctor right away—cutting through everyone in line because I didn’t give a shit about anyone else.
When she was in the room, the doctor did a few tests, including watching the baby on the ultrasound machine.
She was scared—and in pain.
I held her hand and whispered to her. “Everything is going to be alright, Cassini. I’m sure he’s fine.” I interlocked our fingers, looking into her tear-stained face as I felt my self-loathing grow. I shouldn’t be the one comforting her right now.
“I’m scared,” she whispered. “He’s my baby…”
“I know.” I squeezed her hand. “But he’ll be alright.” I lied to her, lied to her to calm her down.
When the doctor was finally done, he delivered the news. “Your son is fine. You’re just experiencing some early contractions, but they’re temporary and will pass. Most women don’t even feel them.”
“He’s going to be okay?” she asked, squeezing my hand hard. “He’s fine?”
“Yes. Everything looks normal.” He shut down the ultrasound. “I’ll give you two a minute.”
When the doctor left, she broke down in sobs. “Oh my god…” Both of her hands went to her stomach as she faced the ceiling, her eyes closed, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes to her ears.
My hand rested on her arm. “He’s alright, Cassini.”
“I know… I was just so scared.”
I rubbed her gently. “I know. But this is Balto’s son. You know he’s a beast.”
She smiled slightly, still crying.
“The doctor said he’ll give you something to stop the pain for the next few days. How about I drop you off at home then wait at the pharmacy until it’s ready?”
She wiped her tears away and ignored what I said. “Can you call him?”
I knew he was in the middle of something, so a phone call probably wasn’t practical. I pulled out my phone and texted him. Cassini is okay, so is the baby. Everything is fine. I’m going to take her home now.
He didn’t text back, but he’d probably look at that message as soon as possible and feel relieved.
“I texted him, probably shouldn’t call him right now.”
She nodded, still lying on the bed. “I wish he were here…”
I bowed my head in shame, closing my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
She grabbed my hand again. “It’s okay, Heath. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Of course. I’m always here for you.” I would die for her, because that was the kind of loyalty that was shared between Balto and me. He would do the same for me if I had a wife. I squeezed her hand. “And I’ll go back to work so Balto can be home with you.”
She didn’t argue with that, not hiding the fact that she hated Balto impersonating me.
“I’m sorry I even allowed him to.”
She still didn’t say anything.
I felt terrible.
“I don’t want it to happen again, Heath,” she whispered. “You’re the one who chose to be the Skull King. Balto chose to leave. Don’t put us in that situation ever again.”