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Kat tried making herself at home in his house. Or was it going to be their house? She wanted to tell him that she would love to move in. But was it that simple? Would he change his mind? Ugh! She shook her head, trying to shake the negative thoughts that were creeping in. Scolding herself for sliding back into her old habits of questioning if she was good enough; she hurried upstairs and changed out of her sweats.
Grabbing the blue jeans and black blouse she brought in her overnight bag she changed in his room. Seeing herself in the mirror, the jeans hugged her hips and the blouse had a gaping neckline that almost slid past her bra strap. Just then she heard his Jeep pull up. She ran downstairs to greet him at the door.
"There she is! Hi there, beautiful." He leaned in and kissed her. "I brought soup, and these," Kris pulled a dozen roses from behind his back.
She wanted to melt. No one ever gave her roses before. She couldn't help but smile. "You didn't have to do that. But it really was sweet." Kris followed her into the kitchen. After she put them in water Kat turned away from the kitchen sink and right into his arms. Kris wrapped his hands around her waist, and his lips were inches away from hers. Their lips met, he softly kissed her.
"So, if this was your home too, I would be coming home to you everyday…" Kris smiled.
That smile made her swoon every time. "Did some shopping I see?" He laughed and shook his head.
"Yeah, well, guilty as charged." Hanging her head she laughed. "Thanks, I had fun. I found the cutest little shopping center with a boutique and accessory store, and a bakery and coffee shop!"
"Oh yeah, I know that one. You didn't get your nails done too?" He questioned.
She shook her head as they sat at the counter. "Nope, maybe some other time." She opened the container of chicken noodle soup. "This smells good." She spooned some into her bowl.
"Yeah, it's one of my favorites." Kris said and sat down next to her. "By the way, you look really cute today." He nuzzled his mouth into the curve of her neck, inhaling her vanilla scent.
Playfully she pushed him away. "Your soup is going to get cold."
CHAPTER 17
"Kris!" Kat called down the basement steps. She could hear his weights clink together. "The food is here!" Kat looked over at the delivery man standing on his front porch. Or their porch? Man, this was a decision she never thought she would have to make.
"I'm on my way." He hopped up the steps, taking some two at a time until he reached the top. Stealing a little kiss from her lips as he passed by on his way to the front door.
"Hey, bud." Kris greeted the delivery guy. Paying him he shut the door and carried the food to the couch. "Ready to eat, Kat?"
"Yep." She emerged from the kitchen, carrying two cold beers.
She made herself comfy on the couch as he lit a fire. Kat pulled out the food; there were two sets of chopsticks and also forks in the bag. Kat was still learning how to use those damn chopsticks, it wasn't as easy as it looked, but at least she didn't feel embarrassed about it anymore. Kris had his usual steamed rice, with chicken and veggies. Kat was trying to be good, and got steamed rice and chicken and broccoli.
"You are getting better with those chopsticks," Kris said to her, laughing a little as her broccoli fell back off her chopsticks. He looked at her with his brow raised. "How did you learn that?"
"The internet," she giggled. "While you were out of town I may have practiced a little." As she said that a clump of rice fell from her chop sticks, half landing on her lap and half back in the container.
Kris chuckled. "Well, you're much better, but why don't you just use your fork? I am betting you could use some veggies after me being gone for a whole week." He smirked at her. "You didn't have anyone to cook for you."
"Ha ha, very funny," true of course, but funny. "Okay, if you insist, but I swear one of these days I am going to get the hang of those things!" Kat giggled. She wanted to learn how to use them, but on the other hand, a fork was really so much easier.
"I have a game tomorrow night. Would you like to go?" Kris asked before he shoveled some food in his mouth.
"Um, yeah, I'd love to go if you can get a ticket." She fumbled with some rice.
"Tickets? Of course I can get tickets! Actually, you will sit in one of the owner's boxes with all the girlfriends."
Instantly Kat got quiet. "Oh," she whispered.
"What's wrong?" Kris asked, watching as she pushed some rice around.
"Nothing." She said, clearing her throat. "I will have to check my calendar, I might not be able to go." Liar, of course she could go. But to be around all of the girlfriends was making her nervous.
"Nonsense. What's wrong?" He wasn't going to let this go.
"It's just–"
"Just what, Kat?"
"I'm just... nervous. That's all. I'm not sure that I'm going to fit in." She tossed a piece of chicken in her mouth so she wouldn't have to say anything else just yet.
"Kat, you already met Lindsey. She was nice, right?"
"Yes." She nodded. Lindsey was very nice. But what about the others?
"Well, they're all nice girls. I'm sure as soon as they meet you they will love you, just give them a chance. You will have a great time, I'm sure of it."
Kat just nodded. Of course she would go. She couldn't wait to watch Kris play.
"So, back to our discussion from earlier," Kris broke the silence as he uneasily pushed around the remaining food in his container. "I'm not going to pressure you, it's up to you."
She took in a deep breath. "I still don't know why you chose me." She played with her food, trying to contain her nerves. "But I think I'd love to move in with you." The thought of seeing him every day excited her. She hated being away from him when she had to go home. She wished she could tell him that she loved him, but she felt like it was too rushed. She pouted, wanting to explain herself.
"Hey," Kris tipped her head up with his finger. "That's all I wanted to hear. Everything else can wait. I don't know why you don't think you're beautiful. You are so very beautiful, Kat."
Her face start to heat up as she looked at his smile.
"So what did you buy today?" Kris asked.
"A few outfits, that's all."
"Oh yeah? Well, I hope there is something in there for you to wear on Valentine's Day."
"Valentine's Day?" she repeated.
Kris nodded. "Uh-huh. Valentines day is coming up, and I hope you will join me here for a special dinner. What do you say?
"Yes." Kat smiled. Before she could say anything else, he kissed her. They were almost finished with their food, and pushed it aside. Kris leaned back against an overstuffed pillow, pulling her on top of him. He held her close and kissed her, harder this time. Brushing the hair out of her face, he pulled away for a moment, admiring her before reclaiming her lips.
His hands wandered up her tank top, lingering at the warmth of her flesh. His tongue pressing against her lips for her to let him in, and she did just that.
His hands slid farther up her waist, stopping to caress her breasts. When his fingers caught her nipple she took in a sharp breath. She leaned back and groaned, feeling his hard-on pushing against her.
He stood in front of her, his outstretched hand waiting for her. She took it and he led her up to his room. Once they entered his bedroom, he playfully pushed her against the doorframe, gently grabbing her face in his hands, his mouth coming down on hers. He fed hungrily on her lips. His mouth never leaving hers, he ran his hands down her body, he unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them to the floor as she kicked them off. Making their way to the bed, he tugged at her panties.
Kris shook his own pants to the floor, leaving them in a pile along with his t-shirt. Crawling on top of Kat, he dropped to her side. Covering her mouth with his he slid his hand down between her legs. He gently pressed into her moist, warm core. Wrapping her hands around his shoulders, she let out a muffled groan. He caressed her warm insides, making her dizzy with pleasure. Finding her sweet spot
, she gasped for air. She could barely breathe, the intensity of his touch was driving her mad.
He was pushing her to the brink, and she liked it. She gasped as he explored every inch of her. When she knew she couldn't take anymore, Kat whispered, "No, I can't– I won't be able to come more than once–" But it was too late, it felt too good, and Kris obviously knew what he was doing. He continued to explore her warmth, watching her squirm under his touch.
"Oh, Kris, uh, I'm–" Kat whined, closing her eyes.
"Let it go, baby, go ahead." Kris instructed.
Kat couldn't hang on anymore, the pressure was too much, she was ready to come undone.
He moved faster causing her to contract against him. Kat moaned loudly as her body tightened, pulling herself rigid to him, she came forcefully, digging her nails into his shoulders. As her body relaxed, she laid back against the cool bed, breathing heavy, and smiling, embarrassed.
"Oh, Kris," looking at him and seeing he was aroused, she felt bad she wasn't going to be able to come again. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to come yet."
"Don't apologize, I wanted you to. Don't worry, I will make you go again." He looked down at her, his eyes dark and his eyelids heavy. He took her hand, placing it on his hard erection. She groaned at the feel of it in her hand.
She felt him grow at her touch. "God, Kris," she moaned her center warm and moist again.
She didn't have to tell him she was ready again. The way he looked at her with his dark, passion-filled eyes, he knew. "C'mere, baby." He sat up against the pillows and pulled her on to his lap. Holding her hips to him, he slowly pushed into her. "God, Kat." Kris moaned. He sucked at her breasts as he filled her completely.
Kat moaned as his pace quickened, and he rocked into her harder. She grabbed onto the headboard to brace herself. She felt so much pressure, he was actually going to make her come a second time, he wasn't lying. He moved her slowly against him.
Moving to take him in deeper, she was ready. He grabbed her hips, digging his fingertips into her skin, he pushed into her hard and fast until she screamed out, her body shuddering. He let out a muffled grunt, as he released hard into her. Whipping her head back and exhaling loudly, then smiling.
"Wow." She huffed. "You weren't kidding." Yeah, he wasn't kidding, he said he could get her to come twice, and he was right. She fell onto the bed, curling up in his strong arms.
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"No shit! Seriously?? Oh my God..." Gia's voice echoed through her phone. "You went out with Kris Lafleur? Holy shit!"
"Yeah, seriously. Um, then I sort of went home with him that night…" Kat said quickly, her voice low. They always joked about sex, so she wasn't embarrassed to talk to her sister about that, but she was more uncomfortable about the fact she jumped right into bed with him, that was so unlike her.
"Back up… what was that?" Gia asked.
"You heard me." Kat knew Gia was making her repeat herself just to hear the words again. Kat was for the most part a good girl and never did things like this. Kat rolled her eyes, Gia must be enjoying this.
"You sort of went home with him? What in the hell does that mean?" Gia teased. "Miss Puck Bunny…"
"Alright, enough! I went home with him…" She spit out quickly, each word quieter than the last.
"You are a puck bunny!!" Gia giggled. "Wow, I am impressed! And jealous! Sex with a hockey player, yum!"
"Yeah, I know, right? And it isn't like that..." Kat said, almost proud of that fact.
"How was he anyways? You know… the sex?" Gia was giggling.
"Um, oh… amazing…" Kat gushed. "You never realize how buff they are under all that equipment, wow!" She felt her face burning, embarrassed that Gia even asked her that, but she should've known that she would. "Yeah, so, it's been a few weeks, but yesterday he asked me to move in with him."
"No way! Are you going to?" Gia asked. "And why is this the first I am hearing about this?"
"Yes," she answered quietly, ignoring her other question.
"Way to go, sis! I can't believe you are actually doing that, to be honest." Gia always picked on Kat for not being very exciting or adventurous, this may have just proved her wrong. "So when do I get to come over?"
"Um, I don't know. Let me talk to Kris, and I'll call you, okay? But I hope soon, I miss you, and it will be nice to have you here."
"So, do you ever see Tyler Kidd?" Gia asked very nonchalantly. She was infatuated with the Renegades captain.
Kat chuckled, she had wondered when that would come up. "No, I haven't actually seen him yet. But I'm going to the game tonight, so maybe–"
"Lucky! Wish I could go too. Ugh, I have to work tonight, so I can't even watch it. Well, I'm not supposed to be watching it, I'll sneak in some of it on my phone when I'm not busy. Oh, and have you talked to Mom and Dad about Kris yet?"
"No, I was just going to let it go for now. They basically live in Florida, so what does it matter what I do? Right?"
"Or who you do? Right?" Gia giggled.
"Yeah whatever, so, I guess I'll go, but I will let you know about coming over, okay?"
Gia couldn't help herself. "So, how many times did you do Kris Lafleur? I need details…"
"No, G! Stop! Ugh... I will tell Mom and Dad, eventually, I promise." Kat sighed. "And we are not talking about this…" She added sternly.
Her dad was a huge hockey fan, she didn't want to get him excited about her bringing Kris Lafleur home and then it never happen. Her mom, well, her mom never understood why she liked hockey, and well, their relationship was complicated.
Gia snapped her out of her thoughts. "Not talking about what? Screwing Kris Lafleur?" Gia giggled more. She obviously knew that she was irritating Kat but she didn't care.
"Are you enjoying yourself? Yes, me, Kris Lafleur, sex, damn he's hot…okay?" Kat laughed. Just saying the words made her miss him.
"I can't believe this, you are sleeping with Kris Lafleur!" Kat didn't expect her to keep her mouth shut, she rarely ever did.
"I am having enough trouble accepting that he would want to be with me anyways, but I'm working on that. I don't need Mom putting more shit in my head."
"What do you mean?" Gia asked.
"You know how she is? Katherine, are you still on your diet? Katherine, did you go to the gym today? Katherine, you look ridiculous in that outfit, don't you have anything that fits better? Katherine, you know you shouldn't have a second helping of potatoes. Well she was stuck in my head, every time I looked in the mirror I saw a fatty. Kris Lafleur can't possibly be interested in a fatty! But," She paused to compose herself, "he always says I'm beautiful, and he doesn't see what I see. It's just all those years of that shit being said to me that has me all messed up. Funny thing, G," she grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip, "he claimed he was going to prove to me that I was the only one for him, no matter what I thought."
"Aw, that's sweet. But didn't you know about–"
"Did I tell you he bought me a car?"
"Really? What kind?"
"My stupid piece of shit car broke down, it was a big mess, and it was the same time that I figured I wasn't good enough for him, he needed some Hollywood looking chick. Not me, a fatty. I was all set to never see him again, ignoring his calls. Then my car broke down while you were at work, and I had no choice, I had to call him to help me. The car was a hot mess, and he remembered me telling him my dream car was a Mustang. Well, he showed up at my house after that horrible game; you know, that one where he beat the hell out of Rancy? Well, one thing led to another… Anyways–" She cleared her throat. "He surprised me by having this Mustang sitting in my parking lot."
"Wow, nice! But, Kat, back up to the part about Mom."
"It's been a lot of years of me never feeling good enough, G. Because of what she says. Finally I am happy with how I look when I see myself in the mirror. And Kris is doing his damndest to make me feel beautiful and desirable. Ironically, as hard as I fought him in the beginning, I finally believe him. I'm feeling good about me for
once." Kat really was. He told her he was going to make her believe she was the only one he wanted; thinking about it now, he had accomplished that.
"Kat, listen to me," Gia implored. "Don't you know why Mom has always been so hard on you? I can't believe she never told you, dammit, that would've been nice for you to know. Kat, when Mom was young she was real heavy, you know that. What you didn't know was when she was a teenager, she was over two hundred pounds. Maybe more. That was when her dad died of a heart attack. Well, she kinda lost it."
"What do you mean, she lost it?" Kat asked.
"You know, like cray-cray? Well, maybe not that bad. Anyways, she learned how to binge and purge, yeah, gross. She thinned down. A lot. After that she stopped eating. She survived on coffee and weight loss pills. Dad was instrumental in getting her admitted to the hospital. She needed help. She almost died. Dad saved her."
"I didn't know all of that, but still, why do her issues have to be at the expense of my happiness?" So all this time, making her feel like shit, it really hadn't been about her at all?
"Because she thinks she is looking out for you. But, girl, you don't need looking out for. You look great! That last photo you sent me, you looked awesome. C'mon, did you ever really see Mom eat a meal? That's because she doesn't. I don't think I have ever seen her actually eat. Kat, she knows you aren't fat, but she doesn't see you when she looks at you, she sees herself, and then the cray-cray comes out. Ask Dad, he'll tell you."
Why didn't anyone tell her all of this earlier? Like years ago? "Wait, why do you know about this and I didn't?"
"Because I'm a neb-shit and got into some papers that I wasn't supposed to. Dad asked me not to tell anyone. You know, I'm really not sure why I couldn't tell anyone, but, I didn't. Kat, stop letting her get to you. Yes, you have curves. But damn! I wish I had an ass like yours, or those hips, something for the guys to really hold on to rather than just slap." Kat blushed. "At least I have some boobs, I'm not totally flat, but you got the good ones. Yes, I went there, you have some great hooters! Keep doing what you are doing, Kat, look, it landed you Kris Lafleur, you're doing something right, sis!"
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