My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1) (16 page)

“That was really nice
.” His smile was so big it was hard not to return my own.

I could tell he was trying to find the right words
, not to offend me. I was silent, and he took my hand and stepped into the tub. I sat across from him, and he was still smiling at me.

“Maybe we can do it again…soon
.”

Another great line
, I thought, before I gave him a questioning look. “You think I am that easy?”

I splashed him with water and bubbles
, and he started laughing. He grabbed my foot and yanked me under. I came out of the water grinning, trying to remove the bubbles from my face. He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, moved me to his side of the tub and held me tight, my back to his front.

“Will you let me take you somewhere tomorrow?” I asked
. I knew I didn’t have long before we both fell asleep from exhaustion.

“Anywhere,” was all he said
, and he began kissing my neck. It tickled a lot, so I started to giggle. I tried not to, but the more I tried, the more ticklish I was. “I love that sound, when you laugh.” He spoke softly into my ear, which made me ticklish, and I giggled again.

“Stop
. It tickles, and I am not used to that feeling.” I felt his smile on my neck, and we lay there still for a long time.

He got out first
, helped me out, and gave me a towel. As we dried off, he watched me. “You’re really sexy, you know that?”

I
gave him a small smile. “As long as you think so, that’s all that matters.”

H
is lips curved up and he moved quickly, tossing me over his shoulder, cave man style. He stopped at the lights and the room was dark when my back hit the soft mattress. He started to talk to me as we got under the covers.

“Kat
arina, you’re my favorite person too.”

I smiled an uncontrollable smile
, as he pulled me toward him and snuggled me close. Then I heard him fall asleep.

* * * *

I woke up the next morning, and the clock said 6:00 a.m. I knew I’d had only a few hours’ sleep, but I was too excited to sleep. I slipped out of bed quietly and got dressed. Bo followed me downstairs. I grabbed my keys and headed for the front door. I remembered the alarm was on, but still didn’t know the code, so I headed for the garage door. I followed Bo out the dog doors again, a very attractive exit. Bo waited for me to put towels on my seat, and he climbed in.

I came home an hour and
twenty minutes later. I think Bo was ready to get out of the car, and I couldn’t blame him. We made our glamorous entrance through the dog doors, and I walked upstairs to give Jason his present. He was still asleep. I crawled into bed next to him. He must have heard me come in, though, because he was on me before I could even retrieve my pillow.

“Were you faking?” I asked. He smiled and started kissing me. He tasted minty and clean
, his lips soft.

“I missed you
. Where did you go?” He kept kissing me down my neck. He stopped and tried to take off my shirt.

“I went shopping
. It was awful.” I was attempting to talk as he tore my shirt over my head and maneuvered my breast out of my bra. He started sucking my breast and nibbling on my nipples. “The lady at the store was mean, and she treated me like I was stupid.” I started breathing hard. He was running his hands over my stomach lightly, and my body was suddenly on fire.

“You’re not stupid, probably tired and overdressed, but not stupid.” He was pulling down my pants. Before I could register what was happening
, he had his fingers inside me. My hips moved up at the intrusion. He pulled his fingers out of me and put them in his mouth. “You taste so sweet.”

H
is eyes rolled back in his head as he said it. Then he swiftly flipped me over onto my stomach and positioned me with my butt up, my head down on the mattress. I braced my upper body with my forearms. He inched my knees apart opening them so he could settle between them. My long hair fell all around me, fanning out over the white sheets, except the hair that he had in his fist. He was directly behind me, and he ran his finger over my sex from front to back. I knew I was wet already, but he took a sharp intake of breath when his fingers slipped into me. I heard the familiar sound of crackling plastic and knew he was putting on the sperm shield. He placed his hands on my hips and eased into me very slowly at first. It felt so different. He felt bigger, fuller than before. I stilled, not moving or breathing. He stopped moving when he was fully in me and began sliding his hands down my back, playing with my hair.

“
Breathe princess, relax.” He was adjusting his position behind me while still fully inside me. “You are so pretty and smooth everywhere. It drives me crazy.” His fingers stroked the skin of my back, until he gripped my butt. Jason’s rough finger swiped the entrance of my tight back hole, as he spoke. “Even this is perfect.” He pushed his finger in and out. I wiggled, somewhat uncomfortable with his fascination there.

Jason
laughed and put his hands back on my hips and began moving inside me. This was so different than the other times—somehow less personal, but still very sexual. I felt completely controlled by him.

“Are you marking me?” I was breathless
, the thought completely turning me on. He only laughed a very sexy laugh and began driving into me harder. I braced myself and backed into his thrust. This was an intoxicating feeling to be so controlled, so possessed by this man. I came fast, it was a powerful release. I saw and felt a white haze wash over me. It was the best feeling, and I wanted to do it again.

He slowed
. “I can feel you contracting around me, and it’s all I can do not to come.” I heard him speak through gritted teeth. “I want this moment to last forever. You feel so good. It’s like your body was designed for mine.”

He stopped inside me a split second and then began a harder stroke
. I felt him slow his last few strokes and then thrust into me, and my orgasm hit me right after his. I felt him throbbing inside me, and I concentrated on my muscles constricting tightly around him. I shuddered as I gripped his throbbing penis. It was the most addictive feeling I have ever had. He lay down and pulled me so he was spooning me, still inside me.

“Go back to sleep
,” he told me. “I want to fall asleep inside you.”

Content,
I fell asleep soundly and deeply. I was already falling for this guy, and now I was completely under his spell.

When I woke
, Jason was gone. I went to the bathroom and got dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I brought my gift with me and set it on the counter.

He had finished cooking breakfast and was cleaning the kitchen while
listening to his iPod. I heard him singing a little, but couldn’t tell who it was. I walked up behind him and he turned, surprised to see me. He made a motion to turn off his music, but I stopped him with my hand over his. I pulled an ear plug out of his ear and moved it slowly toward mine, my eyes focusing on his, silently asking for permission.  The music was quiet for a split second and then the next song started playing. His eyes grew large right away and he moved to change the song, but my hand still covered his.

“It’s all right. I like this song.” I smiled and ran my fingers in between his. “Sing to me.”

He hesitated, “How about we dance instead.” He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me as the lyrics to
I Saw Red
by
Warrant
played in my head. I could feel him squeezing me as the words, ‘I saw red’ came across the small earphone.  When the song finished he quickly turned it off and moved away from me.

“That’s a great song.
My brother used to listen to
Warrant
all the time.  The guy who wrote the song must have had a lot of passion.  He must have been so angry, so passionate, about that girl.  When he saw her cheating with his best friend, he actually saw red.”  I wanted to ask if he had ever seen colors.  If he had ever had so much pain in front of him the only way he could describe it was ‘I saw red’. 

“Jason, have you ever seen red?
The ‘life changing red,’ not the ‘that car just cut me off and I spilled my coffee red.’” He gave me a quick look and I felt cold shivers down my body.

“Once.” His voice was edgy, making it obvious
this was not a good topic.

He
was quiet after that, placing two plates filled with food together at the counter.

“Can I see your
iPod?” I missed mine and was curious about his. My music was as important to me as dance once was, and I used to listen to it all the time—while I worked out, while I slept, even in the bathtub. He handed it to me, and I browsed the song list for a while. “I like your song choice. I miss my iPod a lot.” I handed it back

“Feel free to borrow it anytime.”

I smiled, but he looked preoccupied like he had something on his mind. I began eating, and it was so good. He gave me fruit and yogurt, like before. I found myself humming. I peered up at him, and he was smiling, free from all thought.

“It’s very good, thank you.” I watched him devour his own breakfast and kept talking. “I went shopping this morning
…at a Wal-Mart. It wasn’t a great experience. The lady there was quite cynical. How am I supposed to know you can’t get birth control over the counter? When I asked to see the birth control pills, she laughed at me. I thought those stores had everything. She showed me the condoms, and as you would know, there are sizes. When I reached for the large size because you feel large inside me, she told me I was a lucky lady. I found that unsettling, that an eighteen-year-old girl finds me lucky because I chose large condoms. She asked me if I needed to find anything else, and I asked for gift bags, which made her laugh. She said, ‘Nothing says “I love you” at six in the morning like a gift bag filled with condoms,’ which again was disturbing. I will never go back, but I got you a gift. I hope you like it.” I handed him the bag, and he was holding back the laughter, I could tell.

“Let me guess
, condoms.”

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but no
. I was getting the condoms so I wouldn’t seem rude because she walked me all the way through the store.”

He took the bag and removed the boxes of condoms
, and I watched his face fall a little.

“Kat
arina, why don’t you want babies?” I was taken aback by the question.

“I don’t know. I was the most awful child.
I could never control my tongue. I hated how I never felt like I belonged. I think it’s kind of selfish, having kids. Jason, can we not talk about this? I just don’t want babies. Can we leave it at that?”

He eyed me for a while
, but chose to drop it.

“How about your brother, Brian, will you tell me about him?”

I looked at the gift in his hand and had an overwhelming feeling he didn’t want it.  He was stalling.

“Brian is about two years older than me.  We were close when we were young.  I snuck out a lot and one time he saw me.  He followed. I always hid my bike outside the gates.  He tried to catch me before I rode away, but I was pretty fast.  He waited outside for me to come back home.  When I finally did my parents were home too.  Only this time he was punished for sneaking out because he was older and knew better.  He stopped talking to me after that.  We talked about music and had an occasional food fight in the kitchen, but that was it.  After the Jared incident, he completely changed.
He called me after and wanted to make sure I still wanted to keep the secret.  He sounded different then, broken.  Brian told me he saw red that night.  He said it still haunts him, most of the night has disappeared from his mind.  He blacked out.  He told me he remembered talking with my dead grandmother, but nothing else. Months later when I ran into him, he was working on a project with my grandfather, but he was icy cold, I could see in his eyes and hear it in his voice.  So, I…stopped talking to him about music.”

Jason was silent and he glanced down at the bag in his hands.  I followed his eyes and
I was stunned, his big rough hands were shaking.  My hand shot out quickly to cover his, hoping to calm the emotion that was surging through him.

“It’s no big deal.  I am just not as close to my family as you are to yours.  Now, open the damn gift!”

His eyes twinkled at me, perfectly almond shaped green eyes that held a huge heart.

He reached to the bottom of the bag and pulled out a camera.

“What is this for?”

“It’s a good little camera
, with twelve megapixels, and it fits in your pocket. You can take it anywhere to have new memories. You plug the camera into your computer—I can show you how—and you can have the pictures forever. I got you a small case too. It can charge in the car. I want to take you somewhere.” I knew I was beaming. I was so excited about the gift.

“Thank you
. I am looking forward to using it.” He leaned in and kissed me, and I knew I loved this man and his tender, soft kisses.