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Crazy Cat Lady, part two

December 9, 2014 by Mary

Check out part one first. 

I unlocked my front door and flipped on the lights. My Christmas tree stood in the corner, lit up and blinking at me. Two of the cats were snuggled up underneath and Max stood on the mantle batting at one of the ornaments. I shook my head at his playfulness.

Blaine was right behind me, carrying Skyy in his coat. It was the second man I’d let into my apartment in one day but for some reason I didn’t worry as much about Blaine insulting it. He already knew I had a bunch of cats, and why, and I didn’t think he was going to judge where I lived.

“Your tree is awesome. That one looks like he’s going to leap into it though.”

“Yeah,” I said, brushing Max off the mantle. “He thinks he’s a squirrel. He doesn’t do any damage, but he gets feisty. All my ornaments are non-breakable though, just in case. A few years ago I had one cat that was seriously nuts and he pulled my whole tree down.”

Blaine laughed. “You’re kidding me? How did you ever get rid of him?”

I smiled thinking back on the family that took the crazy cat. “It was a big family that had a big house and lots of property on the outskirts of town. The parents said one more crazy thing in their house would just make it more fun. I don’t know how they did it, but I get a Christmas card from them every year. So far it hasn’t come with coal. Or flaming dog shit. I guess that means he’s doing okay.”

Blaine laughed again, the booming sound echoing off the walls in my small house. He made it seem more like a home, like he belonged there. Skyy was making herself at home too, nuzzling up to Flower who was curled up in the corner trying to hide from the crazy boys. I smiled at them before lifting my gaze to Blaine’s.

And stopped breathing.

His eyes were heated and focused on me. He looked like he was as swept up by the day as I was. I could use a confidence boost in the way of some male attention after the disaster of a non-date earlier. Blaine looked eager to please.

He stalked toward me, carefully dodging cats and toys, and came to rest without actually touching me. I could feel him, almost like a physical presence, on me. Like being near him was enough to know he was there, without actually being in contact. But being close wasn’t enough. I needed to feel him.

We leaned in at the same time, an invisible pull drawing us together. When our lips met an explosion occurred within my body, heat and desire and need and impatience all warred for a starring role with Blaine. He clawed at me as I clawed at him, desperate to get closer and closer. We collapsed onto the couch, knocking a few cats to the floor in the process. The disgruntled mews fell on deaf ears as Blaine and I focused on each other.

He pressed my body into the couch cushions and positioned himself between my thighs. I could feel his desire hard against me and arched up into it, my body seeking his. Blaine growled against my throat and returned the gesture with his hips leaning into mine. If he kept doing that I knew it wouldn’t be long before I lost it like a teenager on the couch with her first boyfriend.

Blaine seemed to get the unspoken message and ground his hips into mine again and again, making me moan as his body tortured mine. His lips and tongue burned a trail down my neck to my collarbone before he got frustrated with the layers I wore to fight off the chill outside. His hand worked it’s way under my shirt and was sliding it up my ribs when Blaine screamed and jumped off me.

“Crazy cat,” he howled as he reached behind himself for the offending creature. I giggled when I saw Skyy dangling from his shirt as he danced around.

I stood and went for the cat, pulling her close to me for a snuggle. “Oh, you sweet thing. You were just trying to play with your daddy, weren’t you? You thought it was a game and you were missing out. I told you to get some toys for this playful little one,” I teased Blaine. His eyes held the same heat they did before but it had dropped to a simmer. He grinned at Skyy and rolled his eyes.

“I see she has you as wrapped as she has me. Little shit. It’s a good thing you’re cute,” he said affectionately as he scratched behind her ears then under her chin. “Maybe we should head out,” he said, not meeting my eyes.

Disappointment and shame washed through me, thinking he thought I was nothing more than a pet store slut, picking up guys in the cat food aisle and taking them home to have my merry way with them. I guess I was, although he was the only one I’d ever taken home.

“Unless, you want to order dinner?” he offered, giving me hope. I shouldn’t want to spend time with him so much, but I didn’t want him to leave.

“Dinner would be great,” I said, desperately trying not to sound too eager. His grin matched mine and we went together into the kitchen to find take-out menus. After deciding on Chinese for dinner we settled in front of the TV and found a movie. Blaine pulled me against him and wrapped his arm around me, kissing me softly and sweetly before turning his attention to the movie.

After dinner arrived we ate in companionable silence then settled on the couch again. Blaine stretched out and positioned me in front of him, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. His scent tickled my nose and made me want to burrow into him and never leave. My fingers entwined with his and I wriggled my hips to get closer to him. He breathed out a huff of breath when my ass nudged against his jeans, which were still happy to see me.

He drug my hair off my neck and covered my skin with his lips, a kiss that made my entire body shiver and want more. Just when I thought he was going to pull back he growled in my ear and whispered, “Fuck it.”

Before I could ask him what was going on he scooped me up and was carrying me down the hall. I directed him to my bedroom and felt my pulse kick into high gear as Blaine checked for cats then kicked my bedroom door closed. “You’re all mine tonight,” he demanded before sealing our lips together and cutting off any possible answer.

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