by Jill Sanders
Then he moved over her and kissed her until he was blind with lust. Slowly he started to enter her and when he found himself blocked, he stopped and looked down at her.
“Katie?”
“Don’t stop now Jason, my God, don’t you dare stop.” She was holding very still and her nails were digging into his shoulders. Her legs had wrapped around his hips trying to hold him closer.
In one quick motion he took her as she screamed.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered into her hair. If she wanted him to stop now, there was no way he could. Then he started to move slowly, and he could tell she was enjoying herself. Her fingers dug into his hips and shoulders, and she was raising her hips to match his thrusts.
“Katie, wait, just … let’s slow down.” He needed a minute, he didn’t think he could wait for her, but she just held on and kept moving her hips under him.
When she screamed his name, he was two seconds behind her.
It must have been the owl that woke her. At first she didn’t know what the noise was, then she recognized a distinct “hoot” and relaxed into the warmth of Jason’s chest.
“Are you okay?” he asked. She felt the rumble of his voice and laughed at how different it sounded with her ear to his chest.
“Yes, I’m wonderful,” she said, as he sat up and started hunting in his bag again.
“What are you looking for now?” She sat up and tried to see what he was doing, but it was too dark in the barn and all she could do was listen to the rain outside and him moving around.
Then a beam of light hit her square in the eyes.
“Oops, sorry.” He dropped the light to her chest and she quickly covered herself with her hands as he laughed. “Sorry, again,” he said, but he didn’t move the light away from her body and she closed her eyes on a wave of embarrassment. She wished for the dark again.
“My God, Katie, you’re beautiful.” She heard him moving closer and kept her eyes closed as she pulled her legs up to her chest.
“Here,” he said, and then he was quiet, so she opened her eyes and saw that he had a small bag of baby wipes that he was trying to hand her. “I thought you might want to clean up a bit. I’m starving so I’m going to eat my sandwich. You can use the light if you need to…”
She looked down and noticed that she did need to clean herself. Taking the wipes and the light from him, she waited until he turned his back on her before she started cleaning.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you’d never had sex before?”
She shook her head and was very glad he was looking away from her so he couldn’t see her beet red face. “I guess the subject never came up.”
“If I had known you hadn’t done that before, I could have…”
“Stop, don’t you dare say you would have changed anything. It was perfect.”
She heard him chuckle as she grabbed a dry shirt from her bag and her extra pair of jeans, then slipped them on. The barn was cool and she felt herself shivering. She took their wet clothes and hung them over the bucket of the tractor so they could dry in the cool, night air. When she turned back around, he was watching her with a smile on his face.
“What?”
“Did I ever tell you that I like it that you’re so crazy about cleaning up after me?”
“Many times. You know my brother always wonders how I can be so messy when I visit him and be so clean the rest of the time.” She walked over and sat next to him. “I tell him it’s because when I visit him, it’s like a vacation from my A-type personality.”
He chuckled at her and she loved the sound he made. She’d always liked his laugh. Even when they had been younger, she’d found it intriguing and outright sexy.
“I think you leave your stuff lying around just so I can clean it up.” She tried to reach for his sandwich and he held it out of her reach.
She crossed her arms and tried for her best pouting face.
“Fine, you can have the rest of my sandwich if I get dessert.”
“You have dessert in that bag?” she asked hopefully.
When he just smiled at her, his meaning dawned on her and she felt the heat spreading throughout her body. Slowly, keeping her eyes on him, she reached over and took the last bite he held out. She watched his eyes, and they were glued to her mouth as she nibbled on the last little piece of the sourdough bread. When she licked her lips, his eyes followed the movement of her tongue, and she actually thought she saw him quiver.
Did she really have this much power over him? He was just staring at her mouth like he wanted to devour her. She moved slowly and brushed her lips against his and watched his eyes as she flipped off the flashlight, sending them into darkness.
She thought the darkness would help quench her thirst for him, but instead her desire increased since now she could feel and hear everything.
She felt his fingers brush against her neck as he plunged his hands into her hair, holding her mouth to his own hot kisses. She smelled his aftershave and cologne, a sexy mix with the hay and cool night air. She heard him moan when she flicked her tongue across his, and felt him catch his breath when she reached down and found him hard and naked.
As she took his length into her hands, she felt shy, like she’d do something wrong any minute. But when he just sat there, unmoving, she continued to lightly trace his length with her fingers. Then she gripped him lightly and heard him moan with delight. His hands tightened in her hair slightly, and she could tell he’d forgotten that he still had a hold of her. His length was warm and hard in her hand; she enjoyed the soft skin and marveled at the contrast.
She moved closer and kissed him on the neck, just below his ear and jaw, and felt his beard from the day’s growth scratch her chin lightly. He tasted musky and sexy, and she wanted to lick him all over. She ran her mouth and tongue down his neck and could feel his muscles tense as she passed his shoulders. She moved her mouth down his chest as she kept lightly stroking him, not sure if what she was doing was giving him as much pleasure as he’d given her. When she reached his flat nipple she traced it with her tongue and heard him whisper her name.
“What?” she asked against his heated flesh. “What do you want, Jason?”
“You, just you, Katie.” He brought her mouth back to his and leaned back until she lay across his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you, I think there is some rule about waiting a while after your first time.”
“You know that I don’t always follow rules.”
He kissed her again and said against her lips, “The condoms are right there, do you think you can…?” he left the question open.
She felt around and found the small package. Opening it with her teeth, she felt the small disk in her hands and ran her fingers over the slick softness. Which way did it go on? What if she broke it trying to put it on him? Worse, what if she hurt him trying to get it on?
“Stop over thinking things, just slide it on,” he chuckled.
Taking her time, she grabbed him in one hand and slowly rolled the condom on, enjoying the feeling of the new texture over him.
“Now, sit up and slide on.”
What did he mean by that?
“Up on your knees. Come on, Kat, you’re killing me here,” he moaned.
She moved until she sat above him, straddling him with her knees on either side of his hips. With one hand flat on his chest, she held herself up as the other hand gripped him and positioned him outside her opening. Then she slowly slid down, impaling herself fully as she moaned with delight.
“Oh, I like this,” she said into the dark.
She heard him chuckle. “So do I. Now ride me, Katie.”
She started moving her hips slowly and then his hands grasped her, helping her find the rhythm until they were both breathless and sweaty.
She moved her legs up so she could squat over him and move up and down on him, and she felt him start to stiffen.
“Oh my God!” he said and she noticed he was holding very still.
“W
hat, Jason?” She smiled into the darkness.
“You feel so good. Kat, I want…” He reached up and placed a finger just outside her entrance, then he lightly touched her and she exploded around him.
She tried to slide down and lay across his chest, but he reversed their positions quickly. He grabbed one of her legs and held it close to her chest as he moved more quickly above her. His hips were thrusting harder and faster than she could bear.
“Come again for me, Kat.” He moved faster and lengthened his thrusts until she felt her building again.
“Jason,” she wanted to know that he was with her this time, “please.” She threw her head back and closed her eyes on a wave of pure pleasure.
He went still just as she screamed his name.
He lay there for a few minutes listening to her heart beat slow down. She’d destroyed him. He could feel her skin cooling and knew when she’d fallen asleep. She snuggled closer and he could feel the evening chill. He pulled out his zip up sweatshirt and draped it over her shoulders. Trying to snuggle closer for body warmth, she mumbled into his chest.
He loved the feel of her in his arms, naked. The last two evenings he’d enjoyed sleeping with her. He realized that he’d never really allowed anyone to sleep over, except Kimberly. She’d insisted and he hadn’t wanted the sex to go away, so he’d caved. There were some people you just couldn’t stand to snuggle with after sex, and Kimberly had been one of those people. She’d hogged the bed, her feet were always icy, and she snored, loudly. It had been one of the reason’s he’d finally broken it off with her. Actually, the main reason was that she and Katie didn’t get along. Oh, he knew the games Kimberly had been playing, trying to get him to choose her over Katie, something he never would have done.
But the last straw had been when she started talking about moving into the apartment after Katie moved back to the dorms. She had even hinted at marriage. He shivered now thinking about his life with Kimberly.
Then he thought of how it would be to be married to Katie and an inner peace fell over his mind and his heart.
When had he fallen in love with her? He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment. Maybe it was that first day by the pool? Maybe when he’d accidentally brushed up against her boobs in junior high and gotten his first boner? Maybe it was two days ago when he’d rescued her on the beach and she’d knocked some sense into him, and his jaw?
Brushing his hand over her hair, he listened to her breathing and knew that he’d always been in love with her. It had just been hidden. Kissing her hair, he smiled into the darkness and knew he had to make things right between them. He knew he was keeping secrets from her about her family and he didn’t want to keep anything from her. First thing in the morning, he would come clean.
He closed his eyes and listened to her heart beat with his own and dreamed of the day they had met.
Chapter Eight
When Jason woke up the next morning, the first thing he saw was an owl’s butt hovering over his face. Quickly moving his head, he looked up at the truss and at the owl and laughed as he sat up.
“What?” Katie woke with a start and jumped up from beside him. The morning sun was up and the dark barn had enough light that he could see her standing next to him totally naked, which made him forget what he was laughing about.
“What! What is it? Is it a snake?” She looked around in the hay, afraid, standing up on her tiptoes. He laughed again as she glared at him. “There are a lot of snakes around here. I had one fall on my head once while I was walking under a tree. Have I ever told you that I can’t stand snakes?”
“No,” he laughed again as she tried to climb on the tractor, butt naked. “It’s just an owl.” He pointed to the large brown bird as it sat on a wood rafter right above where they’d been lying.
She stopped and looked at him, then looked up at the owl. “You have me jumping around naked over a stupid owl?” She walked over and grabbed her shirt and jeans. He enjoyed seeing her backside as she pulled on her jeans, sans underwear. Then she put on her shirt without a bra and he lost all ability to think when she turned around. He could see everything under the light t-shirt.
“You are not going out like that,” he said as he stalked closer to her.
“Like what?” She was trying to put on her shoes, but she had sat down to dust off the bottom of her feet first.
He walked over and yanked her bra and panties off the bucket of the tractor. “Here, put these on.”
She looked at them, then at him, and laughed. “Really, Jason. I’m just going to step outside to go to the bathroom and freshen up. Who do you think is going to be out there to see me dressed like this?”
“I don’t care,” he growled. She just looked at him as he stood there, holding out her undergarments. Finally, she reached up and grabbed them from him.
“Fine.” She pulled her shirt back off quickly. “But I’m only putting on the bra for now.” She quickly dressed again and grabbed the baby wipes, then walked towards the front door of the barn.
She picked up her bag and left just as the owl let out a loud “hoot”, which almost sounded like a laugh, to him.
“Shut up, no one asked you,” he mumbled to the bird, and then turned to get dressed himself.
Katie stood outside and hugged herself, then spun in a quick circle. She’d never imagined that love would feel this good, that sex with him would feel this good. She felt alive, and for the first time in over a year, she was happy. Truly happy.
Looking around, she saw that the sun was already up, warming the dew on the grass and causing mist to hover over the green fields. The clean air hit her full force and she took a large breath, enjoying the fresh smells. There were hills covered with wild flowers on either side of the old barn and she watched as a bus and several cars sped past on the road a few yards away. Knowing they had a full day of walking ahead of them, she walked around to the back of the barn to relieve herself.
She used the wipes to clean her hands and face and was almost feeling human again, ten minutes later. She was even lucky enough to find a mint at the bottom of her bag and sucked on it to freshen her breath.
When she turned to go back inside the barn, she ran into a large chest.
“Well, well, what have we here?” The English was so heavily accented, she could hardly make out what the man was saying. Katie recognized him immediately and screamed for Jason, then she tried to kick out and bite the man’s hand as he slapped something over her mouth. She tried to fight him off, kicking and pushing his hands away, but then she was plunged into darkness.
Jason woke several hours later in the back of a vehicle. His head was killing him, and he could feel dried blood over the largest bump he’d ever received. When he opened his eyes, he actually saw double. He’d heard that expression before, but to experience it first hand was something indescribable. His stomach rolled and he tried breathing through the pain.
The last thing he remembered was bending down to put on his shoes. Had he gotten them on? He wiggled his feet and realized he was indeed wearing both shoes. Then his mind cleared. Katie!
Looking around, he cursed the double vision; his eyes wouldn’t focus on anything. He could tell they were still moving, since he felt the familiar rumble and motions of being in a vehicle. Since he was able to stretch out his full six-foot-one frame, he knew he wasn’t in the trunk of a car, so he gathered he had to be in a van or a truck of some kind. Trying to move his hands, he realized they were tied behind his back. Rolling over, he felt a soft body next to his and realized Katie was there. She must be knocked out, since she hadn’t moved when he’d touched her. He saw red as he thought about the men hitting her over the head like they had hit him. She could be bleeding, or worse.
“Oh, looks like this one is awake. You must not have hit him as hard as you think.” The accent was thick and the English was very bad. But Jason instantly knew who was speaking due to the slight nasal sounds. Broken nose guy and his minions had found them.
“Wh
at did you do to Katie? Where are you taking us?”
“Oh, he thinks he gets answers.” He heard two men chuckle. Where were the others?
“What did you do to Katie?” he said more forcefully.
“Miss Derby is not hurt like you, we use sleeping powder. She’s to be delivered untouched. You on the other foot, not so much.”
“Other hand, Mikolas,” his colleague jumped in.
“Oh?”
“It’s on the other hand, I think.”
“Oh, yes, Raul, you are right. You, on the other hand, not so much.” They both chuckled.
Jason’s mind was too foggy to register their conversation, but his fingers had found his pocket knife. The thugs had forgotten to frisk him. Slowly removing it, he pulled it open and started working on the ropes behind his back.