by Isla Jordan
“Katie, I would never!”
I took her hands in mine, and she nodded, her eyes filling with tears again, “I know that now, I’m so sorry.”
I leaned in and gave a small kiss, which turned heated fast as I felt her desperation mirror mine. Hers to know that I forgave her and mine to show her that all that mattered now was her and our daughter. I couldn’t undo the past nor could I get any of the last three years back, but I could get the rest of Caitlin’s life.
“You are stupid,” I whispered against her lips as we drew apart.
She laughed and nodded.
“It wasn’t your decision to make. Playing football would never have kept me from being a good father, or from being there for you. You didn’t have to do it alone, not when you had to give up your dreams too to do it.”
“What your parents said, they were wrong. You wouldn’t have ruined our lives. I’m the one who should have been responsible. I was older and should have known better than to put you at risk like that.”
She laughed, “Well, I’m glad you did.”
“Yeah, but we could have had Caitlin much later when we were both ready, and you didn’t have to put your entire life on hold to provide for our daughter.”
“It’s alright Jonathan-”
“No, it’s not. I’m mad at you for not asking for some support, what good is my career if you have to work two crappy jobs to put a roof over our daughter’s head?”
She tried to argue again, but I had a much better use for her mouth. I was still mad at her, but I was so happy at the same time and just needed to kiss her. We kissed for what seemed like ages until she finally pushed me away, laughing.
“I still need to breathe, Jonathan!”
“I believe you owe me big, and you need to make it up to me for the next four years.”
I was dead serious. We had a lot of time to make up.
“Do I now?” she raised a brow.
“Yes, and I have a few ideas on how you will do that. But right now, let’s tell our daughter she’s getting a dad this year for Christmas.”
“She will be so excited to hear that. I’m sure I can find a six foot three box somewhere, but you won’t fit under the tree, though,” the look on Katherine’s face was adorable as she pretended to think about the idea.
I laughed, “No need for a box.”
“Really, why’s that?”
“Because I will be in mom’s bed, and you are getting a boyfriend for Christmas.”
She laughed and shook her head as she took my hand in hers and we went back to our baby.
Seven. -Katherine
He drew back and locked his eyes on mine, making me weak all over again.
“Tell me yes.”
Jonathan had emotionally blackmailed me into letting him stay the night. Something about me paying my debts. My heart was screaming yes while my head was telling me no, and I was about to find out which had the quickest route to my mouth. The two were on opposite sides of the fence, one screaming I was going to get hurt and the other telling me not to overthink things and do what made me happy. My heart won, and pleasure washed over me again in a passionate kiss.
Images from the last time we were together flashed in my head, I knew what was to come. This time, it was even better because I wasn’t so nervous and guessing my way through the experience. Jonathan was not sharing in my confidence though because he bit my lip as he fumbled with my buttons. He looked adorable when he broke away, laughing and apologizing. Embarrassed was apparently a good look on him, and I made a mental note to remind him of this for the rest of his life.
Rest of his life? Now my head was getting ahead and making plans for the future. Did I want that, a future with Jonathan? Of course, I did. I had been in love with him half my life! But maybe he didn’t want that long of a future, and I couldn’t bear to have to share Caitlin with him if he didn’t. It would hurt too much, and I didn’t know if I was that strong.
“Stop thinking,” he whispered against my skin, kissing my now naked shoulder.
I chose to live in the moment, my eyes closing involuntarily as he sucked on a sensitive spot on my neck. He still remembered how weak that made me, and the thought made me smile. Jonathan was merciless as he made love to my neck until he finally drew away to take his clothes off. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, comparing the boy then and the man now. I definitely liked the man over the boy! Where the boy’s stomach had been flat and his chest attractive; the man had rock hard abs that I just wanted to lick and a broad chest that deserved all the magazine covers it had grazed. Everything on him was firm and tanned, all that time he spent training really showing.
When my eyes finally went to his thighs, they failed even to reach there. They were stuck on the firm and impressive part of him that had loved me so thoroughly once it had ruined me for any other guy. I was convinced making love couldn’t get any better with someone else after Jonathan Mason. I looked at his face again as he smirked.
“Do I please you, madam?”
I licked my lips and winked, “You will.”
Jonathan laughed and returned to kiss me again, this time, slow and deep. His tongue was moving into my mouth just like I wanted other parts of him to move inside me and he must have heard my thoughts because he did just that. I swear the man had superpowers and knew how to use them well. I arched my back as his hand found my center and he slipped a finger inside me, then two. He was too slow, then too fast. I was too hot; then I was shivering. It was too much and too little at the same time, and there was only one cure to my dilemma.
“Jonathan, I need you.”
He smirked, “What do you need?”
“You,” I repeated, did he want me to say it in crude details? When I was about to burst? Surely he couldn’t be that cruel!
“Say it again,” he said, his hand still killing me softly.
I could see he was about to burst too, his eyes were full of lust and something else that tugged at my heart. But it wasn’t my heart I wanted tugged at right now, I wanted something else.
“I need you,” I repeated.
He must have seen the desperation in my eyes because he stopped playing around and drew back for a few seconds. I felt it when we finally became one, and he gave me a lopsided smile saying, this time, he had protected me. I had been on the pill as well since Caitlin so the extra protection put my mind at ease. Lucky for me, Jonathan erased all my responsible thoughts and drew a loud moan out of me when he began moving.
We fit together perfectly, just like we had back then, and I held on for dear life as the man pleasured me just like I had asked. Every part of my body was alive, and I didn’t hold back on my verbal confirmations of the fact. How could I when he was massaging such sensitive parts within me I didn’t even know I had before?! I had lied, we fit better than we did before.
Jonathan suddenly flipped us over, and I felt my face heat up at our new position.
“I want to see how beautiful you are,” he just said, and I proceeded to love him just as much as he had loved me.
I moved slowly at first, then increased my pace when I saw the look of pure ecstasy on his face. His eyes closed as I moved on him, his hands coming up to squeeze my massive breasts. I screamed as I reached my completion, Jonathan flipping us over one more time to prolong my climax even as he chased his own. And when we were finally sated, we just looked at each other and laughed.
“All this time…” he whispered, and I nodded in understanding. “We are so stupid.”
And I couldn’t agree more as he started kissing me again, his desire already stirring again against my leg.
Eight. -Katherine
“You look beautiful.”
I smiled at the look on Jonathan’s face like my clothes were somehow offending him and he needed to get them off me and soon. That was his general look; you would think I had made it up to him by now. But no, apparently I was still paying my dues, not that I was complaining. I would gladly owe him for the rest of my life if
it meant seeing those abs all day, but I needed to get to my meeting and couldn’t afford the distraction.
“Let me rephrase that; you are beautiful.”
He walked towards me and put his arms around me, making me feel like a giddy teenager again. Almost two years together and he still made me melt, the man had some superpowers. I doubted that would ever change, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
I shook my head, “No.”
The clip holding my hair in place disappeared, and I tried to give him a stern look. I tried even less hard when he popped open one button on my shirt.
“I dream of you whenever I close my eyes and think of you the moment I open them again.”
“Hmm, sounds like obsession to me,” I teased, shivering when another button popped. I knew I needed to get going, but like I said, he had superpowers, and I was a mere human!
“I am obsessed. I obsess over that gorgeous smile of yours and when I’ll see it again whenever you leave the room. I can’t help but watch every little thing you do, how your mouth moves when you chew or when you brush you hair before bed. I worry about every guy who looks at the way your ass moves when you walk, and if you’ll meet some big shot actor and leave me for him.”
I laughed, “Never.”
“Good, because I would never let you go. That’s just how much I love you. It physically hurts to think of a life without you in it. I have lived it before, and it terrifies me to think of going back.”
I gave him a small reassuring kiss. I would never leave him; I couldn’t. Not when I loved him back just as much.
“You gave me the greatest joy of my life. You gave me a life, period. You gave me Caitlin, and I’m afraid if I could love you anymore for that I would be arrested.”
I laughed, “I’m sure your sister will be arrested after she kills you for making me late!”
Helen had forced me to let her be my manager, and she was fantastic at it I might add. With my new life, I didn’t want to be in the limelight anymore, and she had helped me get some voice over work on some kids’ programs. I had managed to score more gigs from that, my voice featuring on many soundtracks and I had recently begun making a name for myself as a songwriter. I loved my job, and especially that it didn’t take time away from my family.
Today I had a meeting with a movie director who wanted me to work on a soundtrack on an upcoming trilogy of teen movies, so it was a big deal for me. But my husband was making me late, and I hated myself for lacking any willpower when it came to him! So it was a surprise when he started closing my buttons.
“You are right. This is way too important.”
“I am?” I asked surprised; this was a first.
He nodded, “Yeah. Caitlin and I were just going to catch a football match together anyway and eat junk food all day. You go on to your interview.”
I stared at him in disbelief and watched as he began to undress, biting my lip at the sight of those abs. the man was beautiful, every inch of him, especially the inches I could see outlined in his shorts. Damn, he was killing me!
“What are you doing?” I whispered, practically salivating now.
“I need to take a shower,” he shrugged before dropping his shorts and giving me a good look of that firm behind as he walked away.
He looked good coming in as he did going out, and I couldn’t believe he was all mine. I had all that conniving genius to call my own and I laughed to myself when I found myself texting Helen to apologize for being late. I knew she could spin her magic and get me out of trouble and since it was almost a done deal anyway, I doubted my absence would cause any problems. My best friend would probably leave my daughter an orphan after she strangled her sibling and me, but new jewelry always helped calm her down.
Marrying Jonathan a few months ago had been the best decision of my life, just seeing that smirk everyday was worth it. He didn’t look disappointed as I walked into the shower, smirking and raising a brow at my presence.
“I thought you had somewhere to be?”
I rolled my eyes as my hands immediately went to his taut stomach, I needed to trademark those abs!
“It’s not like I had a choice!”
“Glad to see I still got it,” he grinned.
“Oh honey, trust me, you got it,” my other hand trailed down to take him into my hand and show him I wanted what he had.
“Have I told you how much I love you, Mrs. Mason?”
“Yeah, just a few minutes ago. Now shut up and show me just how much before your daughter wakes up and comes to claim you for your sports marathon date.”
I moaned when one of his wet hands found my nipple, circling it with his thumb, “It will be my pleasure.”
As it would be mine.
“Just for the record, I love you too,” I said before kissing him, and I intended to show him just how much.
*****
THE END
Isla is my outlet. She is the alter-ego of me; an every day wife, mom, cooker, cleaner, have a good day honey, where is my coffee, stuck in traffic, late to karate practice, errand running, can’t I get a break, lady. Although running the race of life everyday keeps me busy, my mind often fantasizes. My mind drifts to passion, lost in muscular arms, touched by forbidden desires, my heart beating fast from him knowing me. He could be a star athlete, a rich dominant man, a man that is able to change form, a man from another planet, he can ride a motorcycle, be a prince, a cowboy. Some times he is clean, sometimes he is dirty, but he always knows what I want. My mind is moved by my passion and my desire and I strive to bring that to you in my stories. I enjoy writing short stories. Quick trips into different desires that I hope bring you as much of an escape as they bring me.
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