Forever Distraction (Distraction #3) (18 page)

He
crawled up my body. His lips feathered over mine…once, and then twice. He was breathing me in, and said, “No kissing.” I nodded, not understanding why, but feeling like it was a very bad sign. He started licking and biting me, running his wet mouth and sharp teeth down my neck and over my shoulder, groans leaving his mouth and vibrating throughout me as he began his grinding. I tilted my hips slightly so I could feel his erection through his slacks. He was my every sensation, and my mind was wrapped around the growing, addictive twinge in my sex.

He stopped his
gyrating, but continued to dominate my body with his mouth, feeding on me, rubbing his face and whiskers along my hypersensitive skin. He paused, and I felt the hot air leave his lungs as he took a second to gather his breath and then dove back in. He pulled away from my nipples only for a moment as he mumbled things to himself under his breath. He crawled up my body and leaned over to my ear. “Get off on me.” It was an order, and I was not about to let him down.

His legs
were heavy on the bed, and I tilted my hips, found his thick bulge, and I moved against him. I wrapped my legs around his ass and rubbed my bundle of nerves along the front of his pants over, and over, and
holy shit
over
.
I continued, and he pulled away from hovering over my mouth to whisper in my ear. Just the sound of his raspy, breathy whisper made me thrust my hips faster and in longer sweeps. His body began to stiffen, but the load of pleasure that flushed through my system was too powerful for me to stop or even slow down. My heart raced, my body slick with sweat, and his loud grunts and swear words reminded me of how fully aroused he was. It was so good…so overwhelming.

When his body relaxed a bit and I felt his shoulder muscles turn from steel to flesh again
, he found his position over my neck and ear again. “Use your hand,” he instructed as he inhaled my neck. I swallowed and my eyes rolled back from the contact. Then, I slid my hand down and rested it on my clit. He moved down my body and put his mouth over my fingers. I did small circles as he fucked me with his tongue. His humming vibrated against my clit, his hot tongue ran over my fingers, and I came. I came and he continued to lick me, not wasting a single drop that flooded out of me. After everything came back into focus and I was no longer floating on a cloud, Jason was over me, naked this time.

“I am going to fuck you now, Josephine.” I shiver
ed from his words and he looked down at me, a naughty smile curling his lips. He positioned himself between my legs and lifted me, spreading me further with his hands as he nudged at my opening. My breath hitched at the delicious feeling, but that was it; he was stuck, hesitating over me like he was debating something in his brain. I wanted him…now, but he was frozen. Then, as if he was gazing at me through a dreamy state, he entered me. It was deliciously slow, nothing like I was expecting. His mood was dark, but his movements over me were gentle and sweet.

I adjusted to the size of him quickly
, savored the ease in, and relished the pull out. His thick head dragged gradually inside me, like he was lighting a match to the fuel that was rushing between my legs. He switched from savory mode just as he bottomed out inside me the second time. His groans were impossible not to be affected by, because I felt the vibrations as they rumbled over my entire body. He slammed into me and stilled. My eyes flickered directly up to his at his urgency. He licked his lips carefully, savoring the taste of me on his mouth while flashing me a wicked smile.

Butterflie
s rioted in my core, and more liquid rushed to my sex. My body was readying itself for his rough use. He started moving without warning, glancing down at my bouncing breasts, running his finger over the tip, and then bending down and pinching and nibbling the tip before moving to the next breast and continuing the torture. He fucked me and played with me, and I forgot everything including how to breathe. It felt surreal, as if it was someone else and I just borrowed her body for this one moment in time. My senses were overloaded, my mind completely blank, and I felt every drop of sweat from his forehead onto my face, every glide of slick skin, and every heavy breath all over my body.

And that’s when it happened…my world stopped and I focused on each individual sensation, concentrated on it, locking it into my brain, my memory.
His eyes flickered to mine, and then I heard his soft voice. “Breathe, Josephine.” When he said my middle name in his husky commanding voice, my eyes rolled back in my head as if it was a trigger, and I contracted my muscles, prompting my climax. He continued his pounding and seconds later, he was pulling out of me.

H
is cock was stiff and I watched as spurts of his come began to pour from his body and land on mine. I rubbed my body as Jason directed his sperm all over me. It was my visual, my turn to see his pleasure displayed all over me, and I relished every single bit of it. It was hot, thick, and sticky, and all him. I wanted him all over me. I closed my eyes as I moved the warm cream around as drops and jets of come continued to cover me. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me with smoky eyes. I slowed, using my fingers to run it over my breasts, squeezing my nipples and then down my belly, stopping at my belly button and moving a path of come down between my lower lips.

I stopped
, making sure he was looking, swiped more off my belly, and then fingered myself. I took extra time finger-fucking myself, because I loved the look of lust it was creating on his face. Then, I swiped my belly again, bringing a semen-covered finger to my mouth and licking it clean, taking extra time to fuck my mouth in the same manner I used with my pussy. Then, I made a popping sound when I pulled the finger from my mouth.

“You taste good…Sir.” I smiled victorious
ly, and he returned it. “Now your come is in every orifice of my body.” I flashed a gratified smiled again, knowing his sexual buzz would consume him and drive him insane with erotic pleasure. I had studied his body and learned from our time together, and I was aware of what provoked certain responses. He observed me closely and his lips twitched before he gave me a wicked smile bordering on evil.

He gripped my thighs tightly
and lifted my legs, positioning my pussy in the air. I giggled, because I thought he was going to inspect my work, but he took his own finger swipe of come from my breast and moved it over my back hole. He coated it first, slid his finger over my breast again, and then dipped his finger inside my ass, repeating the process using the come as lube as he worked it in. He took his time, enjoying himself, pumping and circling as I watched, feeling myself get wetter just from the look of pure lust in Jason’s eyes. It was addicting how
this man
gazed at me with so much want. He finished playing, dropping my body back to the bed.

Then
, he moved away from me, grabbing his things and tossing words over his shoulder. “There,
now
my come is in every orifice.” I giggled again at his words, because even though I knew he was battling with something inside his head, he was being playful.

He
vanished after that, and I got cold chills from his disappearing act. I slipped off the bed and used the sheet to remove some of the come from my trembling body. Then, I maneuvered the dress over my body, my only comfort coming from the numbness that was spreading from my toes to my fingertips. I grabbed my shoes and went to wait by the door. He was caring before, but now…now his lack of emotion was scaring me. He came out of the bathroom a long while later and walked past me to open the door. It was asshole Jason in charge now.

“
You’re still here. I thought you would have run by now. I’ll walk you out.” He led me out of the small room and into a larger area where people were scattered.

“So
…is this what you do now? Where’s Bo?” I wasn’t sure if he even heard me. He walked with arrogance, and waves of displeasure rolled off him.

“Yes
, this is what I do. It’s what I’m great at. Sometimes you do thing because it’s easy, not because you love it. Bo is with Jessica until she finds a home for him.” He tossed the words over his shoulder like I was beneath him. He stopped when we approached the bar area and talked to other men, and I stood awkwardly behind him. My thoughts were stuck on Bo, how he wouldn’t understand and how he was left all alone. Bo was innocent in all of this, and he was being hurt…because of me? I inhaled, stuffing down the emotion causing the tears that swelled in my eyes. How could he turn his back on his loveable pet? Who was this man? I glanced up at Alex as he moved toward me with a wink.

“Alex
, right?” His eyes shifted from Jason to me. I nervously fidgeted, smoothing my hair, feeling painfully embarrassed.

He
halted when he was inches from me and leaned in. “Hello, Katarina.”

I tugged
and flattened my dress with the palms of my hands, trying hard to remain calm. “Could I borrow your phone? I need to get a ride.”

“I’ll take you
anywhere you need to go.” He stuck his arm out and I slipped mine through it. I inhaled a deep breath, deciding in that moment to give Jason all the power he craved. I wanted whatever we were to end by his actions and not mine.
Noble, right?
Wrong. I was the worst kind of coward. I just coped better when I knew people hated me instead of felt sorry for me.

“Um
, Jason…” My voice was soft, but he turned, his eyes dark and lifeless and I flinch. A bouncing blonde moved quickly by his side. She was completely naked except for the chain running from nipple to nipple. Her head bowed in front of him and he placed his hand on the small of her back. I watched as her body visibly got a thrill up her spine. “She’s very pretty.” I gestured toward his girl.

“You and me
,” his lips curled into a smug, cocky grin, “I guess I just needed one for the road.”

I should
have left. My gut said he hated me, and I was more than okay with hate, but the stare he gave me was intended to challenge me. I swallowed hard trying to find oxygen in this shrinking room. Nobody challenged me; they told me what to do and I either did it, or I disappointed them. My words spilled out like water from a fountain, and I couldn’t even control the bitter sound. “So we’re even then. My grandfather killed Jacy, and you shattered my heart.” I closed my eyes, calming myself with numbers.
One, two, three…

When my ey
es opened, I could see more clearly. “I would much rather you break my heart than me break yours.” A lone tear toppled down my cheek. “Thanks for saving me.” I swore two things to myself in that tear-dropping moment: I wouldn’t shed another tear over this man ever again, and I was going to leave with my head held high. After all, I settled his silly revenge that was taken out against my grandfather. I fell in love with Jason, just like he wanted and ultimately he broke my heart. So I’d say I did something for my grandfather, a man who did everything for me, and I considered it an honor. I most certainly was not a victim. I would have done it again, even knowing what I knew, and might have even enjoyed it more.

I nodded at Alex
, and he led me out of the club. I was once again confident and strong, reminding myself that this is how things ended; there were no real life fairytales. Alex was patient, walking slow and talking, but I only focused on the journey ahead and never looked back.

Jason

On my taxi drive back to the hotel, all I could think about was Katarina and how her words should have made it easier to walk away, but they only fucked with my head. We weren’t…even, and I wasn’t sure we ever would be. I shattered her heart? She fucking shattered my
life
. The taxi stopped in the underground garage and I got out, handing him a wad of cash in the process. I dragged my feet to the elevator, cursing under my breath for how I handled my earlier encounter. I could still smell her, as if her scent was in the air.

I caught
sight of the girl Alex was with the last couple nights. Well, technically I was with her too, but Alex invited her over and I just joined in.

“
Cami, right?” I guessed, and she flashed me a flustered smile. She was a pretty girl with short black hair and hazel eyes, her body soft in all the right spots. Alex had a type, and she was definitely it. Her ass was her best feature; Alex called it a treasure. It was perfectly round and large, but Cami’s confidence was why I tapped her. She was bashful, but proud of her body, and there was something so appealing about that—shy and confident, a charming combination.

“I was in the neighborhood. Can I come up?” The smile and the pink cheeks that followed the question
were also reasons why I banged her.

“I would enjoy that.” I pulled out my phone to call Alex and noticed he
had already called me twice.

We stepped
into the elevator and my cell lost all the bars, my signal lost. I put my key in and we traveled up to the top floor. I closed my eyes and Alex’s voice from last night talking about Cami came into my head.
“That girl’s ass is like an onion…makes me want to cry.”
I laughed in the back of my throat as his words twirled in my mind. Cami was the first out as we got to my floor, and I offered her a drink.

“Mar
tini, right?” Her face brightened again, and I padded over to the bar and mixed the drink. I pulled out my phone again, but put it back in my pocket when I heard a noise coming from the playroom. The suite had three bedrooms; Alex had one, I had one, and the other we used for
play.

Alex and I had been sharing the suite for the last few days
, as well as sharing everything else. I brought Cami her martini and took a drink of my whiskey.

“Well
, you might have to keep me company tonight. I think Alex has someone here already.” Her face fell in disappointment and I had to smile. She liked my friend; it was very obvious. I wondered if I was a conciliation because she was trying to make him happy, a pity fuck. I choked on my laugh—me, a pity fuck.
First time for everything
.

“Finish your drink
and I’ll make you forget everything about Alex.” She tossed me a half-grin and tipped her glass back, finishing her drink before me. I liked that. She moved to the floor, crawling very seductively over to me, her ass swaying behind her. She reached me and started undoing my belt, eyeing me the entire time. She licked her red lips and continued to work my zipper open. I placed my hand on her head and stroked her fine hair. I wasn’t hard; I knew she would soon find out and her seduction would be over, but I enjoyed her efforts. She needed a reward for her attempt to please me. I told her I would make her forget and I would, but there was no way she could make me forget; no one could.

“Thank you for my drink.” Her
loud voice rang out around me, and I knew what she was doing. “I am going to suck your cock.” I grinned down at her as her voice bounced off the tan walls around me. It was only a matter of time before Alex would come out to see what all the noise was.
Smart girl.
She didn’t want me; her hands fumbled with my pants, and when she finally worked my penis out, her eyes glanced back to mine and her brows knotted in her forehead. She was such a sweet girl, but I didn’t want her.

A scream broke our eye contact
. My head snapped over, and Katarina was standing there in a white silk nightgown with a matching robe thrown over her shoulders. Alex had his arm draped around her stomach.

I stood in instant predator mode
; I was going to fucking kill him. I trusted him, and he brought her here to…
fuck her
. I stalked over to them and Katarina’s eyes fell down my body to my open pants, a gasp escaping her lips.

“It’s not what you think
, man. She called her brother before we left the club and he told her not to go home. He told her to find a safe place for the night. He thinks someone’s following her, and whoever that person was left her bodyguard with a near-death beating. They found him in a bathroom stall and nobody is talking. I brought her here.” Alex kept talking, but rage fueled me now and I was going to pummel him. My vision darkened, and all I could see was his arm on her, his body pressed against hers. His fucking arm held her, touched her, and that was unacceptable.

“Get your
fucking
hands off of her.” My growl held anger and I knew if he didn’t do what I just asked, I couldn’t control what I was going to do to him. He raised his arms in surrender, and Katarina slid down his body until she was only a puddle on the floor. I knelt down slowly, cautiously, and reached out to touch her and pull the hair from her face, but she jolted before my hand reached her.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t.
You. Touch. Me. Your hands are dirty.” She had her face turned from me like a scared animal waiting for a blow; she was recoiling from my touch. “Alex, help me up.” Alex looked at me, and without moving from her traumatized position on the floor, she yelled, “Don’t look at him; help me!” I stepped back, allowing Alex to help her up. I ran my hand through my hair and then tucked my member into my pants, zipping them up.

****

I paced the living room over and over waiting for Alex to come out and tell me what the fuck happened.
I thought she didn’t care…fuck!
I thought she wrote me off and no longer gave a shit about me. Why did she react as if she watched me commit murder? Did she know what I already did with Cami?
Fuck
. I paced for another fifteen minutes, which felt like hours.

Alex emerged from the room and approached me like I was
an untamed animal. Maybe he was right. I noticed when he left the room he left the door open. Katarina must have asked him to. I fought the urge to go running to her. Instead, I waited patiently for Alex to talk.

“She’s on the phone with Heather.
” He paused for an achingly long moment. “It’s her girlfriend,” he informed me. Alex had his fingers locked behind his neck. “Listen, I tried to warn you she was here, but you didn’t answer your phone. Nothing happened between us. Her assistant dropped off her nightgown and she dressed before I ever went in there. I was worried she was scared, and I didn’t think she should be alone. I swear, Jason, nothing happened. She won’t even let me near her. I spent the last hour being the world’s best wingman. Fuck, I was blowing so much shit up her ass I think she thinks
I’m
in love with you.

“
I told her we came to Los Angeles looking for her, and that it’s tearing you up you didn’t get to defend yourself. She brushed me off at first, but then she was buying it. She rushed to the door when she heard a noise. I was thinking I just earned best man at the wedding, and then,” he shook his head, “fucking A. I walked out here when I heard her shriek, and you’ve got my girl in your lap. What the fuck, man? Cami’s mine, remember? I called her onion ass. What the hell was she doing with her hands all over your junk?”

“
Wait a fucking minute. First thing, it’s not junk, and if I wasn’t so shaken up right now I would make you eat your words,” I said, lightening the mood. Tossing my shoulders up, I told him, “She was trying to make you jealous. I told her you were in the room with someone else, and I think she wanted to leave. It’s obvious she is into you.” Sometimes I forget how fast Alex grew up. He was always so responsible, making sacrifices for his career, but he was different with me. He just wanted to be youthful, one of the guys. “Thanks, Alex…for everything.”

He started to move
toward the couch, his powerful body taking over in each stride toward his girl. He turned before he reached her and looked at me, narrowing his stare. “Don’t ever look at me with death in your eyes again. I would never do you wrong, man,” he said vehemently. I moved to the open door, peering in the room. She was on the bed, curled up, and I heard her agreeing to something on the phone. I stood for a long while, and a couple times, she giggled, the sound brightening my mood. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next burst of giggling, but that was it, and she never said more than two words. Heather must have had a lot to say, and Katarina was focused on every word.

I slipped away
, taking a hot shower and dressing in my sleep pants and gray sweatshirt. My legs carried me back toward her door and I peered in again. She remained lying on the bed, her back to me, but the phone was outstretched from her hand. I eased in the room, slowly rounding the bed, watching her reaction closely. Anxiety raced as her eyes found mine, but she didn’t move. I slid onto the bed in the same manner, my green eyes never leaving her blues, and I laid on my side, sliding a pillow under my head.

We
lay together for a while not talking, just communicating through our stare. Her eyes dropped a couple times from mine to my lips, and then back up to my eyes. It was killing me; I had no idea what she was thinking. I spoke first, because she was way better at this game than I was. “Do you come here often?” She smiled, and her lips moved like she had a comeback, but she didn’t say anything, so I said it again, wanting to remind her of her first words she said to me.

She swallowed slowly
and it looked painful. “Not as often as you.”

I got everything she meant by that
, and it was a hard blow. I deserved it, but still she stabbed me, and I was a bloody sight before her. She was insinuating I literally came in this bed often.
Funny girl.
“Sorry.” I was only going to say it once. It hurt to say that word. It meant I admitted I did wrong, and I didn’t admit that…ever.

“I am really mad at you
—really, really mad.” Her face was filled with sorrow, but no tears were shed.

“I know…I am mad at you too.” She raised an eyebrow, challenging me.
“Are you done being mad?” It was a fair question, and I had to know.

“Are you?”

“No, I am still going to make you suffer.” She paused
, but a smile lifted the sadness away from her face.

“I want Bo.” She
was negotiating, and it was adorable. Her continual stare made my smile grow so big it was painful.

“You’re still worried about Bo
?” I asked, and she did the cutest fucking nod. “I think he likes you more than me anyway.”

She reached out
, grabbed my hand, brought it to her face to kiss my palm, and then placed my hand on her hip. “I think you should be less of an asshole,” she tossed out there, as if it was too painful to hold in any longer.

“Yea
h, well I think you should fight for me more.”

Her eyes widened and then narrowed.
“Yeah, well I think you should kiss me.”

I
gripped her hip and easily pulled her close to my body so we were pressed up against each other, my mouth inches from hers. “Are all your fucking nightgowns white?” She did the nod thing again and I couldn’t wait any longer. I brushed my lips over hers and she shivered. Her body was in tune with mine. Her tongue snaked out to dampen her top lip first, and then she finished with her luscious bottom one. It was intoxicating to watch, and I felt my blood turn to pure testosterone as I fought the urge to attack her. I brushed my nose over hers and breathed her air for a moment, attempting to calm the hunger before I possessed her mouth. I tasted mint and cherry lip balm, my senses on high alert.

My mouth grew wetter with every playful stroke of her tongue, but when she moved her hand under my sweatshirt and clawed at my back
, that’s when it happened…something inside me snapped. I kissed her with all the passion I felt for her. I devoured her, her moans vibrating against my tongue, and the only thing that would make this moment more perfect was if I was buried inside her. My hand slipped from her hip to her tight little ass, I pulled her closer to the throbbing mass between my legs, and I ground into her, never taking my mouth off hers. I could kiss her for hours like this, molding my body with hers and conquering her sweet taste.

“Stop!”
she cried breathlessly and I almost chuckled, because her hips continued gyrating against me. “I never want you to touch anyone else the way you touch me. That’s the deal, or we don’t have sex.”

I bit her bottom lip before pulling away to look in her eyes. I
rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. Then, I flashed her my best dominating stare, not liking the idea of making any deals regarding sex. I wanted her to take the words back, and I stared at her long and hard, but she never backed down. “No sex,” I stated, but I didn’t mean it. I only wanted her, but I wasn’t going to have ultimatums. Nobody controlled me; I was the one in control.