by Anthology
She varied the rhythm, pausing intermittently to pay special attention to areas where she got a particularly positive response to her mouth's hot and insistent caresses.
Jason breathed harder and harder until Katie was sure he was about to hyperventilate. She was momentarily concerned, but the strength of his grasp on the back of her head told her that he was in no danger of losing consciousness.
She smiled to herself. He was just having a good time.
As she continued to work his steel-hard shaft with her tongue and mouth, she let her fingers go searching through his pockets, both in his jacket and his pants. In the second pants pocket she explored, she came across what she was looking for and pulled out her prize triumphantly.
“Well!” she exclaimed, pulling back and rising gracefully to her feet, holding up the foil-wrapped condom she had found. “I see that you were very confident again, Jas.”
He smiled, still clearly reeling from the touch of her velvet soft mouth. “I'd say it was warranted,” he teased, his voice hoarse.
She laughed. “True. But since you thought ahead and were responsible enough to bring this, I'd say it's only fair that we put it to good use.”
As she said this, she took his hand and led him across the short expanse of floor to the bed. It was still unmade, the sheets rumpled from their adventures of the night before. She had been so wary of anyone finding out, of somehow sensing what had happened here, that she had left the 'Do Not Disturb' sign out all day.
She pushed him down on the bed so that he was sitting up, his back resting against the headboard. She felt his eyes on her as she tore open the condom packet and then unrolled the plastic tube onto his hard length. He shivered at even that small touch.
She smiled. She liked having that kind of power over him.
When she was finished, she put one hand on each of his shoulders, balancing as she swung her leg to the other side of him, and straddled his body effortlessly. She began to kiss him deeply as she lowered herself onto his shaft, shuddering with the pleasure that each new inch of him entering her caused to course through her body.
When she had settled down onto him entirely, she paused a moment, just enjoying the feeling of kissing him while he was buried deep inside her. She felt her muscles squeeze around him and he gave a small groan of pleasure.
Without ever breaking their kiss, she began to move her hips up and down slowly but steadily. She began their lovemaking at a slow and languorous pace, one that she knew would build in speed and intensity before too long. She wanted to savor this slow and unhurried moving of their bodies together while she could.
She felt Jason's hands slide up her legs, over her hips, and come to rest firmly on her waist. He held on to her there as she moved her hips in their rhythm, anchoring the two of them together even more strongly.
She moaned with greater pleasure. She loved it when Jason put his strong hands on her like that. She could feel his large, powerful hands, hardened and roughened and muscled from years of construction work, and they nearly encircled her tiny, delicate waist. Every time she came face to face with Jason's pure, raw, physical power, it left her breathless. It made her feel calm, safe, and secure, but at the same time almost unbearably excited.
Her rhythm quickened, and at the same time, his hips began thrusting up to meet hers.
Katie threw her head back and arched her back, crying out in pure ecstasy.
Her hands moved up, tangling in Jason's brown hair that she loved to touch. So many times, even when she was younger, she had had the urge to reach out and brush it with her fingertips, to stroke it away from his face, to run her fingers through it, but she never could. It was always off-limits.
Not anymore, though. She could bury her hands and her face in Jason's hair to her heart's content. There was no part of Jason's body that was off-limits to her now, and she found that idea unimaginably exciting.
“Oh, Jason. Oh yes…” she gasped as she felt herself getting closer.
As she continued to ride him, and as he continued to thrust up into her, she felt his mouth close over first one nipple and then the other. The hard point of his tongue was swirling around them, flicking them, sending electric jolts throughout her body, especially concentrated in the one area he was so deliciously burying himself in right at that moment.
“Oh, Jason, yes!” she cried, writhing in pure and intense pleasure. “Yes, that feels so good…I’m so…close!”
All of a sudden, the world fell out from under her and she felt as if she were doing somersaults, flipping through space.
It took her a moment to realize that this wasn't some incredibly realistic manifestation of a metaphor, a new way of experiencing an orgasm. No, she was actually now lying on her back. Jason had flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her. He was now stroking her hair away from her face and looking into her eyes.
“I know, Katie…I know,” he said, the wicked grin back on his face.
“Know what?” she asked dreamily, lost in his eyes. As so often happened when she was lost in his eyes, she couldn't remember what she had just said, what he had just said, or much of anything else for that matter. She was completely enraptured by his gaze.
He smiled. She could tell he knew exactly what was going through her mind. He pretty much always did.
“I know that you were getting close,” he whispered conspiratorially. “Which is exactly why I wasn't going to let it happen yet. Nope,” he continued, his voice growing huskier. “This is going to last awhile. We're going to enjoy this.”
With that, he began to plant sweet, gentle kisses all over her face and neck as he began to slowly but insistently pump into her again from this angle. Each time he thrust into her, he kissed her again in a new location.
Katie leaned back and decided to just enjoy this new sensation, this passivity. She liked the idea that her only responsibility was to feel the pleasure he was giving her. It was so different from how she normally felt, this whole sensation of being well taken care of, well cared for. She hadn't felt it since…well, since the last time she had seen Jason.
As he continued his steady rhythm, he trailed his tongue lightly over her chest until his mouth found her nipples again. As he sucked and licked each of them in turn, the need began to fire in her again, and she knew that she would no longer be able to maintain the passive and relaxed stance she had been enjoying.
Indescribable pleasure filled her body. She began to writhe, she began to moan, and her hands began to move ever more frantically on his body.
This time, it was she who began thrusting her hips up to meet his rhythm, and oh, it felt so good. She knew he wanted to prolong the encounter, but she also knew that she was nearing her breaking point.
When she could take it no longer, she gasped, a pleading note in her voice. “Please, Jason. I need to. I need to…”
A strangled cry tore from his throat at her desperate words, and he moaned, “Yes, Katie. Just let go. I want you to come so hard…”
His words were barely through being processed in her brain before she heeded them. Her core exploded in fireworks of pleasure, spasms tearing through her torso, her limbs clutching at Jason for all she was worth.
She heard herself crying out but barely recognized her own voice. Wave after wave of sensual gratification crashed over her.
As her body calmed and the stars flickering before her closed eyes began to fade, she became aware of Jason holding her gently and stroking her hair.
She opened her eyes, looking into his again. Uh-oh. This was dangerous territory. Better concentrate if she wanted to keep track of the conversation.
On his face was the most stunning expression of affection and pride she had ever seen. It was an expression of love. She reached up and gently ran her fingers over his cheek, his chin. She just loved touching him.
“Did you…?” she asked tentatively.
He shook his head, a smile on his lips.
“I wanted to watch you,” he said, grin
ning lopsidedly. “I didn't want to be distracted.”
She grinned back widely. “Well, then why did you stop? Let’s go.”
He kissed her forehead. “I appreciate it, babe, but don't feel you have to do that for me. I'm just happy to have made you happy.”
She laughed, running her fingers through his hair. “Number one, I think that, while there is probably a grain of truth in there, it's mostly bullshit. Number two,” she added, naughtiness tingeing her voice, “who says I'm finished? I think I could definitely go for round two if you're interested.”
He buried his head in her neck. “My God, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met,” he breathed as he began to thrust inside of her again.
This time, there was no slow build-up. There was no romantic preamble. Their passion overtook them almost as soon as they began to move again, her already sensitized flesh causing her to quickly reach climax.
Their pleasure crested its peak simultaneously, and Katie did make a point to keep her eyes open and watch him as he lost control. Wow. He was definitely onto something with that. It was probably the most erotic thing she had ever seen, watching his face contort and his muscles bunch in ecstasy, knowing it was she who had made him feel that intense pleasure.
As soon as they came down from their massive mutual highs, exhaustion hit Katie like a ton of bricks. No, she thought as she felt herself being pulled down into sleep. I want to stay up with Jason. I want to talk with him, to laugh, to snuggle, to spend every minute. There's not enough time…
But it was no use. The emotional and physical exertion of the weekend had finally caught up with her, and sleep was dragging her into its steel embrace whether she liked it or not.
As if from far away, she heard Jason whisper, “I love you, Kit Kat. I love you like I never thought it was possible to love someone.”
Hmmmm…she thought to herself as she drifted away. The last thought she had before she lost herself completely to slumber: Maybe Kit Kat isn't such a bad nickname after all.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The next morning, Katie awoke to the delicious, smoky aroma of sizzling bacon. She sat up and extended her arms above her head, feeling like a graceful cat as she stretched her muscles out as far as they would go.
“Jason?” she called, but she got no response.
She looked around the room and then spied a note sitting on the pillow he had used with a rose stretched across it.
She grabbed it and smiled as she unfolded it.
It read: “Kit Kat, I had to go downstairs early and take care of checking out the block of reserved rooms. I ordered room service for you—bacon and eggs just like you like them. Enjoy your breakfast. Take your time getting showered (sing as loud as you want—yes, I know that, too) and dressed. I'll see you downstairs. Love you.”
She laughed and then immediately went to tuck the note into a safe pocket in her suitcase where it wouldn't get wrinkled. She was definitely keeping it. Forever.
Katie luxuriated in every single bite of her breakfast, and her shower concert featured sappy titles such as “Reunited (And It Feels So Good)” and “Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong.”
After she got dressed, she headed downstairs, pulling her suitcase behind her and smiling a special little secret smile because only she knew what it contained—her note from Jason.
The first two people she saw when she disembarked from the elevator were her mom and Aunt Wendy. She hugged them both hard and did her best to put out of her mind the fact that she would be saying goodbye to them both today.
When she pulled away from the two women who were her entire family, she saw that the little group had been joined by Grandpa J, Grace, and Mike. Katie smiled. So maybe she should revise that—they might be her only blood relations, but they were far from her only family.
As the group chatted, largely about what an amazing job Wendy had done (which her aunt was lapping up, Katie thought with amusement), Grace pulled Katie aside to have a private conversation.
Oh, no, Katie thought. The hateful words, that had spewed from Lisa and Tiffany the night before, echoed in her mind. “They probably totally hate her now.”
“Katie, honey, I wanted to talk to you about Jason,” Grace said carefully.
Katie's heart filled even further with dread.
“I know it must feel strange for you, what with Jason and Nick having been so close. Especially here with Nick's family all around.”
Katie nodded. It was all she could do—her throat was too closed up to speak.
“Yeah. We could see that you were uncomfortable. Like you were looking over your shoulder. But, Katie, you have to know that Mike and I… We just want you to be happy, honey. If Jason makes you happy, that's a really good thing.”
Katie's eyes filled, and she said hoarsely, “But…Nick…”
Grace shook her head determinedly, her eyes filling as well. “Nick would want that, too, Katie. He thought the sun rose and set on you, honey. He would never want to see you unhappy, and especially not because of him. He'd want you to move on.”
The tears spilled down Katie's cheeks unchecked just as they did down Grace's.
“You have to know, Grace. You have to know, no matter what, a part of me will always love Nick. He'll always have a special place in my heart.” Grace pulled Katie to her, holding her tightly.
“Thank you for that, Katie, sweetie,” she said thickly.
The two women stood silently together, holding each other, their hearts communicating something too deep for mere words to express—until Katie heard a shrill cry coming from Aunt Wendy.
“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit," Aunt Wendy exclaimed. "I think Jason's gonna strangle that man!”
Katie and the whole group ran outside as fast as their feet would carry them, running to the place Wendy had frantically been pointing at.
Jason had the guy she had been mentally referring to as Motorcycle Man, pinned up against the wall, his forearm at his throat. Motorcycle Man was grunting and trying to squirm away.
“Why are you stalking her?” Jason demanded harshly.
Katie could tell that the guy was trying to deny Jason's accusations, but Jason wasn't letting him get a word in edgewise. She could see Jason getting more and more agitated the more he yelled, and the kid just looked more and more terrified with each word that flew out of Jason's mouth.
“You've been following her around town, you let the air out of her tires, and now you're gonna deal with me!” Jason snarled as he reared back to punch the kid.
Grandpa J stepped up and put a hand on Jason's shoulder to stop him, saying sharply, “Stand down, son.”
Grandpa J never talked in that sharp, militaristic tone to any of the kids, but they all respected him so much that it didn't take but once to be effective. Everyone standing around—Jason included—calmed down and stood at attention.
“Now, I don't know if this boy's been following young Katie around town or not. But I know for a fact that he didn't let the air out of her tires.”
Katie exclaimed, “How? Were you looking out the window? Did you see who did it?”
“I didn't need to be looking out the window to see one doggone thing. I let the air out of your tires, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.”
Katie's jaw dropped, and the rest of the crowd looked at Grandpa J with wide, shocked eyes.
Grandpa J, for his part, just shrugged unconcernedly. “What? I thought you and the boy needed a little catch-up time.”
“Are you kidding me?” Katie asked, disbelieving. Jason looked at her like he didn’t believe it either.
Grandpa J waved them both off and turned his attention back to Motorcycle Man. “What’s your name, son?”
His voice came out sounding strained because Jason still had him pinned up against the wall with a forearm across his throat, pressing against his windpipe. He made a valiant effort and croaked out, “CJ…CJ Lawson.”
Jason dropped his arm from the kid's neck but still
held him by his shirt, pressed up against the wall.
Alex stepped up, reached into CJs pocket, and pulled out his wallet. He flipped it open and then shook his head before holding it out and showing it around to everyone, reading the name out loud. “Craig Allen Lawson, Jr.”
“Wait…” Katie said uncertainly, still feeling as if this whole encounter might be a dream and wishing she could make sense of what was going on. “That’s my dad’s name.” Jason stepped away from CJ and put a protective arm around Katie's shoulders.
“It’s our dad’s name,” CJ said nervously, clearing his throat a little.
“You’re my… brother?” Katie asked, incredulous, as she took a step towards him.
Jason stepped between them, clearly not quite as eager to accept this explanation as a valid reason for the events of the past few days. He asked, a hostile tone tingeing his voice, “Why have you been following her?”
CJ continued to speak straight to Katie, and he sounded apologetic as he explained. “I only found out about you a few months ago. I didn’t know exactly what to do when I first heard about you. I hired a private investigator, and they found you in San Francisco. I was planning on flying out there but the PI that was following you said that you’d boarded a plane headed to Chicago, which meant that you were probably headed home.
“I don't know what else to say. I took a chance, got on my bike, and headed to Harper's Crossing. Once I got there, though, I wasn’t sure how to approach you. I didn’t know if you knew anything about us.”
“Us?” Katie asked, eyebrows raised. “Are there more of you?”
CJ smiled a crooked smile, and for the first time, Katie started to notice a resemblance between herself and this stranger standing in front of her.
“There are four of us in total. I…um…we have two younger brothers, Caden and Corey, who are twins. And a little sister, Carrie.” CJ shook his head a little. “My mom liked ‘C’ names.”
Katie, still feeling a little shell-shocked, attempted to clarify. “So you’re saying I have three brothers and a sister?”