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  "Don't push your luck."

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CAULTER

  "Why is my bag packed?" Kate asks, looking at the overnight bag on the bed. "I unpacked that when I got back."

  "Because I'm taking you somewhere tonight," I tell her.

  "Trying to make up for the Celtics game fiasco?" she asks.

  "Is it a fiasco now?" I tease. "Ella's all over it. Her PR rep is going to issue a statement, and Joe has already publicly announced that he hooked up with the two girls."

  Kate cocks her head to the side, looking at me. "Did he?" she asks. “Sloppy seconds with one of your exes?”

  I laugh. "He did. Joe is more than happy to have that be public knowledge,” I say. “And I warned Joe she was nuts. And I was never with her. She was barely a hookup, before I came to Brighton. And not even for that long.”

  I leave out the part about where Psycho Chick has apparently been obsessed with me for years. Kate doesn’t need to know about that bullshit right before the wedding.

  "I bet Joe loves that," she says, rolling her eyes. "Will it get people off our back before the wedding? You don't think we'll have an issue with paparazzi, do you?"

  "No," I reassure her, although that's a complete and total lie. I think of every one of my mother's weddings -- hell, the security at the Senator and Ella's wedding was tight as fuck and I'm still pretty sure there were a couple of photographers there -- and make a mental note to see if Ella can make a deal with one or two of them that she trusts, to stave off anyone else.

  Before this little threesome thing, it's not like Kate and my marriage was any big deal. Certainly not flooded by paparazzi big deal. But now that they've been reminded that we exist -- and that Ella will be there -- I expect it will be an issue.

  "Don't we have anywhere to be tonight?" Kate asks.

  "The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow night," I tell her. "Tonight, you're mine."

  "Property of Caulter Sterling?" she asks. "That's an antiquated as hell notion."

  I pull her against me roughly, gripping the flesh of her ass, and she lets out a low moan under her breath. "You're mine, Princess," I say, my lips close to her ear. "Every last inch of you is mine."

  "I’m marrying a caveman,” she whispers. She tilts her head to the side, giving me access to her neck, shivers as I apply my lips to the side, dragging my teeth against her skin the way she likes.

  "Absolutely," I say, tracing my finger down her neck to her shoulder. She's wearing a long-sleeved blowy top and I pull it over her head without asking.

  "Aren't we going somewhere?"

  "After a slight detour," I say, sliding her bra straps over her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

  "Just a slight one?" she asks. "That's disappointing."

  I turn her around, tracing my fingertips across her back, across the dimples on her lower back, and pull her pants down over her ass.

  No panties.

  I bring my palm down on the flesh of her bare ass cheek. “Don’t give me lip, wife, or I’ll have to punish you,” I say.

  “Fiancé,” she says, smartly. “Not wife yet.”

  "My pregnant fiancé is walking around with no panties," I growl.

  Kate leans forward with her palms on the bed, and looks over her shoulder. She gives me an impish look that, combined with the fact that her pants are around her knees, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. "I know how opposed you are to panties."

  "I haven't burned any of your panties recently," I say, smacking her ass again. I rub my palm over her cheek, before slipping my fingers between her legs. Her pussy is slick, and she arches her back when she feels my touch.

  "Only because I'm pregnant," she says, her voice husky.

  "If you'd like, we can have a bonfire," I say, pressing against her entrance. "It's cold outside, so it's the perfect time of year for one."

  "Not unless you want me to roast your chestnuts over the fire," Kate threatens.

  I pull my fingers away and slap her ass hard for her comment. "I'd rather you put them in that smart little mouth of yours."

  "If you're good, that can be arranged."

  "Oh, I'm very good, Princess," I say. "Kneel over me and put your pussy on my face, and I'll show you just how good I am."

  "Just like in my bedroom that summer," she says softly, as she does exactly what I tell her to do. My cock jumps at the memory of it…

  She moans softly. She’s trying to be quiet, even though I know she’s aching to scream out. She’s ever-so- conscious of the guests downstairs, the crowd of people gathered to celebrate our parents’ engagement. The fact that we’re so close to being caught makes me fucking hard, and I eat her pussy like it’s my last meal, flicking my tongue over her clit, thrusting it inside her. Teasing her.

  Kate starts to let go, becoming less inhibited as I continue. She rides my face, her hands threaded in my hair. When I look up to see her stroking her breasts, tweaking her nipples between her fingers, her head tossed back and her eyes closed, it nearly makes me shoot my load right there.

  I want to push her over the edge. I want her to scream my name, to lose her ability to care that anyone could catch us. I pull her against me, my fingers spreading her cheeks to press my finger against her asshole. She makes a little yelping sound, and then pushes against me.

  She likes it.

  I pull her harder against me, laughing as I hear her whimper, attempting to keep quiet. If anyone heard us…

  Shit, if anyone were to walk in and see Katherine Harrison, buck naked, tits bouncing in the air as she rides her stepbrother’s face like he’s a fucking horse…

  Well, let’s just say that would be a scandal.

  “Are you daydreaming?” Kate asks. “Thinking about a threesome with those girls from the game?”

  I slap her ass again for her comment. “I was thinking about our parents’ engagement party.”

  “That gets you hot?” She asks, smirking.

  “Thinking of you riding my face the way you did makes me hot,” I say. “Kneel down and sit on my face right now.”

  I lie down, and she does just that, kneeling over my face, looking down at me over her pregnant belly as she puts her palms against the side of the bed for support. “Aren’t you afraid I’m going to smother you?”

  “Stop talking and put your pussy on my face.”

  I don’t even wait for her to do it. I grip her rear, pulling her down to me and burying my face between her legs. Taking her clit in my mouth, I let out a satisfied moan when she whimpers. "Fuck, I missed this last night," I say. "You're so wet for me."

  "That's what you get for flirting with two girls at the Celtics game," Kate says, her voice teasing. "No pussy."

  “I have some making up to do,” I say, gripping her thighs as I fucking devour her. My tongue explores her, probing her entrance, stroking her clit over and over until she starts to moan louder. Before long, she’s moving erratically, pressing her pussy against my face as she rides me, bracing herself against the bed for support.

  Looking up, I watch her cup her breasts, pulling at her nipples just the way she did that first time.

  My future wife is just as sexy as she was then.

  She’s completely swept up in the sensations, oblivious to me reaching for one of the toys I discovered earlier on the bed. She doesn’t even hear me flick open the lube with my free hand, managing to coat the butt plug before pressing it against her tight little asshole.

  “Fuck, Caulter!” she gasps, her eyes opening widely as I press the plug against her, working it into her slowly.

  Her pussy is so slick and sweet, her lips so swollen from arousal, that when she bucks up, pulling away from my mouth for a moment, her wetness drips onto me. She lets out a groan under her breath, animalistic in its intensity, as I push the plug fully inside her, the base of the toy flush with her cheeks.

  “Shit, Caulter,” she moans. She doesn’t hover over my face for long before she returns to me, taking her pleasure from my tongue w