Why would he do this? It didn’t make any sense.
Stepping back into the bedroom, she grabbed a pillow and hit him square in the chest. “Damn it, Jonathan Trelain. Wake up!” For good measure she hit him again.
He awoke with a start and stared at her warily. “What’s wrong?”
“When the hell were you going to tell me you weren’t gay?”
For a second he just stared at her in shock. “Are you just now figuring that out? What the hell took you so long?”
She gaped at him. What? “I didn’t figure it out.” She again hit him with the pillow. “Tim told me.”
“He what?” Jonathan asked.
“Why, Jonathan? Why would you allow everyone to think that? Why would you allow me to think it?”
With a sigh, he patted the mattress next to him. “Sit down, Katie.”
Pursing her lips, she watched him in uncertainty. Suddenly she felt as though she didn’t know him. He stared up at her with pleading eyes, melting her resolve. They were puppy dog eyes, and she had to bite back a grin at how cute he looked. “All right,” she finally relented with a sigh.
Instead of next to him, she chose to sit on the edge of the mattress facing him. Silently she waited while he sat up and rested his back against the headboard, the sheet crumpling around his waist. It was hard not to stare at his hard chest. How often did he work out to get so big?
“A few years ago,” he started, and she turned her attention from his body to what he was saying. “I was in love with this girl. Tim didn’t like her. Hated her, actually,” he said with a grin. “Anyway, he was convinced she was up to no good. Of course I wouldn’t listen, so Tim forced me to see her for what she really was. He found out about her boyfriend and set it up so that I would see them together.”
“Oh, Jonathan,” Caitlin began, but he held up his hand, stopping her.
“I was furious. And hurt. I confronted them and she very bluntly informed me she only wanted my money. Needless to say I had a hard time trusting women after that and my distrust only intensified when I ran into two more situations that were achingly similar.”
“But how did the rumor get started?”
“Well, after money grubber number three Tim convinced me to go with him to a new bar that was opening up in Boston. I reluctantly agreed and we ran into a couple of coworkers. Since it was a gay bar, they just assumed I was gay.” Jonathan shrugged. “And I never denied it. It actually worked out well. Women, for the most part, overlooked me. Some tried to convert me, but it was only the challenge they wanted and not the money. I felt much safer that way, so I let it continue. Until I met you.” He smiled softly at her. “You stumbled into my office, literally.”
The heat of a blush moved up her cheeks as she remembered that day. She’d tripped as she came into his office for her interview, falling flat on her face.
“You were so cute and so talented. I thought your portfolio was amazing and hired you right on the spot. As I got to know you, I…” Again he shrugged. “I found out you were in the middle of a relationship with…what’s-his-name,” he said with a sneer, making Caitlin grin. “So I left you alone.”
“But he dumped me,” she said quietly.
“Yes, he did and I wanted to kill him. I didn’t come forward then because I didn’t want you on the rebound. We were friends and I tried to be happy with that. Then Tim told me about this outlandish idea of yours. I thought, here’s my chance. She’ll realize I’m not gay and that she loves me and the two of us will go on to live happily ever after.”
She licked at her lips nervously. “You love me?”
“Oh, yes, Katie,” he said. “You hold my heart in the palm of your hand. It’s up to you. You can either keep it, or crush it.”
Her heart soared. He loved her. He really loved her. With a smile, she moved to straddle his thighs and cup his face between her hands. “I think I’ll keep it, if it’s all the same to you.”
“It’s yours forever, my Katie,” he sighed into her kiss.
Wrapping his arms around her back, he flipped them, settling his body atop hers. His weight felt wonderful as it pushed her down into the soft mattress, and she deepened their kiss, hugging him closer to her.
Jonathan moaned and broke the kiss to stare at her. Brushing her bangs from her eyes, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then moved to her cheek and jaw. “Say you love me, Katie.”
“You love me, Katie,” she teased, then laughed as he buried his face in her neck and growled.
“I love you, Jonathan,” she said once her laughter subsided.
He rewarded her with a kiss.
“I love you,” she said again, and again he kissed her, this time letting his lips linger on hers just a little longer. They played the game a couple of more times, each kiss becoming longer until finally he slipped his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moan of delight.
Gently, he feathered his hands along her flesh. He loved the feel of her beneath his hands. She was so soft and fit within his arms so perfectly. She was everything he’d ever wanted and the best thing about it was they’d started out as friends.
Not one inch of her body went untouched as he set out to explore and taste every part of her. She moaned and writhed beneath him, silently begging him for more. She was so passionate. How on earth could anyone think she wasn’t?
Moving slightly to the side, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. Deliberately teasing, he bypassed her pussy and moved back down the other leg.
“Don’t tease,” she groaned, but he just smiled, enjoying watching her squirm.
“My beautiful Katie,” he whispered against her skin as his lips worked a path down her stomach. He wanted to taste her. Needed it. He loved the taste of her along his tongue. She was sweet, like honey, and he couldn’t get enough.
Spreading her thighs, he separated her labia with his fingers then blew hot breaths against her clit. She moaned and bucked her hips upward toward his waiting mouth.
“Mmm, so good, baby,” he sighed as his tongue lapped at her cream. Gently, he pushed two fingers into her pussy, lubricating them, then moved to the tight hole of her anus.
She gasped as he pushed deep and began a slow, steady rhythm. He loved the feel of her hot walls as they gripped his fingers, clenching them tightly. He remembered how they had felt against his cock and strained to keep his control, to keep it slow.
With a patience he never knew he possessed, he leisurely licked at her pussy, the tip of his tongue teasingly circling her clit. He was driving her mad. He could tell by the shallow rise and fall of her breasts, the way the ring of her anus pulsed around his knuckles.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded and increased the pressure to her clit at the same time deepening the thrusts of his fingers.
She gasped, her hips rising from the bed to grind her pussy against his face. He growled, sliding his tongue deep within her hot, wet walls. She screamed and exploded around him, her juices flowing out to coat his chin.
Rising above her, he placed a kiss against her lips. Holding his face between her hands, she licked her juices from his chin and he smiled down at her lovingly. “You are such a hot little thing,” he purred. “I know I’ll never get bored.”
She returned his smile and slid her foot up his leg seductively. “I love you so much, Katie.”
Placing her palm along his cheek, she pulled his face down to hers. “Show me how much.”
“Gladly, you wicked little witch.”
She giggled, and he silenced her with a kiss, letting her know with his body how he felt about her. He kept it gentle and slow despite how badly he wanted to just thrust deep and bury himself inside her. He wanted it to be a night of making love, not just sex.
Settling above her, he kept his gaze locked on hers as he sheathed his cock within the wet walls of her vagina. Pushing deeper, he went balls-deep as her legs lifted and locked around his waist. She felt so good, like a hot glove encasing his length. It was perfect and he be
gan to move, pulling out then thrusting back in, creating a friction he knew would drive them both over the edge.
She moaned into his kiss, his tongue mimicking his cock as he fucked her mouth just like his cock fucked her pussy. Over and over he plunged as her walls gripped and squeezed him, pulling him deeper still. Her vagina tightened and he thrust harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
It quickly went from slow to out of control as he pushed up on his hands and fucked her hard and fast. “Oh god, yes,” she screamed. “Fuck me, Jonathan. Harder.”
Repositioning himself, he went up on his knees. Throwing her legs over his shoulders then leaning forward, he rested his hands by her head. The position put him impossibly deep and she gasped, her tiny hands gripping his shoulders.
“Too much, baby?” he asked, afraid he’d hurt her.
“No.” She shook her head and closed her eyes on a groan as he began to thrust in and out. “It feels…so…Jonathan,” she gulped as her release hit her, making her pussy muscles quiver around his cock, and he fucked her harder, pumping into her over and over.
“Caitlin,” he shouted as his own orgasm gripped him and he thrust hard one final time, spilling his seed deep inside her. “You’re mine.”
* * * * *
Two days later, on Christmas Eve, the log home was full of boisterous Trelains, all welcoming her with open arms. There was food and gifts everywhere, the closeness of the family was obvious as they all gathered around telling jokes and stories, each congratulating the others on accomplishments that had been achieved over the last year.
Jonathan had even flown her mother up so that she could meet him and the rest of the family. She’d never been happier or loved anyone more.
“Merry Christmas, Katie,” Jonathan whispered as he handed her a package over her shoulder.
“What’s this?” she asked as she took the small package from his hand.
“Open it.”
With a smile, she tugged at the shiny red ribbon and lifted the gold lid. What she saw inside made her gasp and tears sprang to her eyes. A diamond engagement ring.
“When did you get this?” she asked in surprise as she lifted it from the box with shaking fingers. It was a beautiful square-cut diamond surrounded by a thin gold band.
“Actually, Friday morning before we came up here.” He grinned. “I was optimistic.”
She watched as he took the ring from her fingers and lowered himself to one knee right there in front of the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights and the anxious stares of their family. “I love you, Caitlin,” he said. “Will you marry me?”
The room had gone silent as she looked down at him, tears of joy sliding down her cheeks. She didn’t pay them any attention. The only thing she saw was Jonathan and the love shining in his eyes as he watched her expectantly.
“Yes,” she laughed and the whole room burst with applause and shouts as Jonathan slid the ring on her finger. Dropping to her knees she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “I love you, Jonathan. I love you so much.”
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Not as much as I love you—and I look forward to continuing this argument for the rest of our lives.”
Tim came over and pulled her to her feet, engulfing her into his strong arms. “Welcome to the family, darlin’,” he purred, then grinned. “I’m free February. I think we should go to the Caribbean for the honeymoon.”
Jonathan snorted. “What makes you think you’re going?”
“Hey. It was worth a shot, right?” Caitlin laughed and placed a kiss on his cheek.
What was she going to do with the two of them? A devilish smile crossed her features as she stared up at Jonathan.
“No,” he growled. “That was a one-time thing.”
She stuck her lower lip out playfully, teasing him. She really didn’t need the two of them, Jonathan was plenty for her, but she couldn’t resist toying with him.
“You, woman,” Jonathan growled as he pulled her close to him, his eyes twinkling in laughter. “From this day forward are a one-man woman. Understand?”
She smiled. “I understand, and I couldn’t be happier.”
The End
About the Author
Trista penned her first ghost story at the age of eight. She still has a love of ghosts, but her taste and writing style have leaned more to the sultry side. She started writing erotic romance two years ago and with the help of her critique partners was soon published and she’s been running full steam ever since.
Raised an Air Force brat, Trista surprised her family by marrying a Navy man. But just as she knew he would, her husband won them over despite his military choice. Together they’ve had three children, and she attributes their successful marriage to the fact he’s away flying a lot. Separation does make the heart grow fonder. After all, if he’s not there, she can’t kill him.
All joking aside, her family and writing partners are her biggest form of support and encouragement. Trista’s a big believer in happily ever after and although she may put her characters through hell getting there, they will always achieve that goal.
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