My Favorite Distraction (Distraction series)

by Stephanie Jean

  My lips curved in a naughty curl when I finished, and Jason stared at me adoringly. He didn’t talk for a long while, but then he reached out and pulled me in and hugged me tight. I heard him whispering in my ear, and it made me thankful that this man didn’t want to let me go. I fell asleep like that.

  When I woke, his legs were intertwined with mine, and his arms were wrapped tight around me. I tried to break free from his hold on me, but he was clearly stronger than me. I lay there with my face pressed against his chest, my body plastered against his. I was so close to him I felt like my heart was beating in tune with his. I moved my hand up his body to feel all his muscles on his arms and then his stomach and chest. I froze when he started to speak.

  “You don’t get nearly enough sleep, princess. Go back to sleep.” His voice was soft and kind, and I relaxed my body and mind and fell back to sleep.

  * * * *

  When I woke up, Jason was gone, and so was Bo. My heart sunk a little until I noticed his clothes were still on my desk where I had put them. I got up and showered and continued to get ready for my day. I was on a cloud. I couldn’t stop smiling. I finished with my hair and makeup and went back to my room to get dressed. Today I wore a long skirt and a tight blue dress-shirt. I wanted him to think about me all day, so I was going for the casual sexy look.

  Jason and Bo walked in after I finished dressing, and he put my keys on my desk next to his clothes before turning to look at me. Bo came over right away, body all wiggly, to say good morning. I bent down to pet him and watched as Jason took me in. His smile was yummy. It made me want to eat him up. He was all sweaty like he had gone for a morning run. His skin glistened, and it looked more like a morning glow.

  “Hi,” I said, my eyes exploring his body.

  “Hi,” he said back, smile not wavering.

  “You can shower in the bathroom down the hall. Heather has her own shower in her bathroom, so you won’t disturb anyone.”

  He turned around and left after that, and I cleaned my room and made my bed. He walked back into the room all wet from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He was a vision—tight, bulky muscles, tan skin, wet hair. Just one look at him like this made my heart beat faster, and I felt warmth spread throughout my body. He was a powerful aphrodisiac.

  “Uh, Heather’s out there.” His voice was hoarse. “I mean, of course she’s out there. She lives here…right?”

  I noticed he was babbling incoherently, and I was uncertain if he liked Heather or was just surprised by her. He gave me nothing, just dropped his towel and started getting dressed. I stared at his perfect bare butt.

  “Did she see you?”

  “Yes, she definitely saw me.” He was embarrassed, I think. I giggled, and he turned around. I stifled it.

  “Well, now she will know why I broke all my rules.” I gave him a great big smile. “Are you embarrassed she saw you?”

  He smiled and started toward me in his boxers. “Normally I would love to have a pretty girl watch me walk half naked across a room, but it was weird.” He crinkled his nose. It was adorable, and I wanted so bad to kiss him.

  “Was she gawking at you?” I am not sure if my smile could be bigger.

  “Very funny. Let’s just say it’s been a while since a girl made me feel uncomfortable with her eyes.”

  “Heather’s horny. That’s how she looks at naked men.” I covered my mouth to laugh, and he shook his head and continued to put on his T-shirt and jeans. His T-shirt was a deep red today, and he looked gorgeous in it. When he finished, he sat on the bed to put on his socks.

  “So you have rules.” It was more of a question, and he turned toward me to give me his full attention.

  “Yes, and I follow them always…well, almost always.”

  His piercing stare said that we were not leaving the room without finishing this conversion.

  “Never trust men, is number one. Most men want one thing, and I can live without it.” I smiled and looked at him through my lashes, blushing. He knew I was lying. I was currently breaking that rule. I will need to detox after him. “Rule two, never let someone listen more than they talk. If they talk, you can still stay hidden somewhat, mysterious. Number three, don’t get attached. That one is a little cliché for broken women who have trust issues. For me, it’s anything, not just people.” I picked up a brush and a pillow. “It’s things. I try really hard not to have favorite things. I don’t get attached so when I leave, which I almost always do, I won’t regret.”

  I was talking too much, and I knew it. I watched his eyes draw together in pity for me.

  “It’s not a bad thing. It works for me. It’s just who I am. I had a great childhood”—I looked away quickly, not wanting him to read me with his intense green eyes—“with one hiccup, but I ran before that. I never really became attached to anything. I always found a way to be invisible. It is nobody’s fault I just exist.”

  I looked away, not wanting him to feel sympathy for me. I was choosing my words carefully, trying to avoid lying, but failing. I felt like I was overtalking now and couldn’t make it stop. The more I defended myself, the more I said things that were what I thought he wanted to hear. Shit. I grabbed my shirt and played with the bottom seam, feeling very uncomfortable suddenly. I peered up at him through my fallen hair. He was studying my hands as they played with the seam. I tried to change the subject.

  “So have you always been this handsome?” Sometimes, I sucked at subject changing. “I mean, at this rate, you are going to be the sexiest old man ever. I have a feeling you will make some old woman very happy someday or maybe you’ll find a hot young thing and you’ll be her ‘sugar daddy’ and she’ll be your ‘trophy wife.’” I smiled at him when he finally looked up into my eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair before he turned away, then stood without saying a word and headed for the bedroom door.

  I followed moments later, trying to gather my thoughts. I was nervous about his behavior. I thought he was going to leave and not bother with good-byes. He was in the kitchen with Heather. She was watching him closely as he grabbed a pan and went to the fridge for food. I smiled at her, and she walked over to where I was standing. We both ogled him together as he cooked, his back and shoulder muscles bunching as he stirred the eggs. He glanced over once and smiled, enjoying the audience. He went to the fridge and pulled out two yogurts and set them in front of me. I got the silverware and napkins and headed for the table. He was right behind me with plates of eggs. Heather sat down with her coffee next to us.

  “I have never seen a man cook in our kitchen before, well, unless he was hired help.” Heather was giving Jason a seductive smile. I think she had a little crush on Jason. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

  “Well, maybe you have never had the right man in your kitchen.” The corner of his lips turned up slightly. I could tell the feeling for her was not mutual.

  “It is very good, thank you,” I said, smiling, trying hard to change his grumpy mood.

  He stopped while he ate to smile at me. I felt butterflies and was sure my face turned bright red. Heather continued to talk about her work and what her plans were for the day. She talked about her important meetings with important people. I smiled and nodded and ate my breakfast. Jason watched me the whole time, not looking at Heather at all.

  When I was done, I took our plates to the sink, rinsed them, and put them in the dishwasher. Jason waited silently behind me and when I turned around he pulled me into a tight embrace and buried his face in my hair. He pulled away slightly, and I looked up at him. He slipped his hand through my hair massaging my scalp with his rough hands. I licked my lips in anticipation as he tilted my face up to meet his mouth. He kissed me fast, then smiled when a look of disappointment spread over my face. His eyes moved over every feature of my face. He leaned in again, and his lips feathered across mine, taking my breath. When he pulled away to look at me again, I felt my heart beating faster. His gaze was intense. He began to kiss me slowly, tenderly, like that
’s all he wanted to do for the whole day. He took his time. It was soft and very sweet, and I melted again in his arms. He backed away with a huge smile on his lips.

  “You are very good at that.” I was out of breath, so it came out in a voice I didn’t recognize.

  “I am going to see you later, right?” It amazed me how much I needed him.

  “Right, later.” I turned away, trying for more of a casual attitude, not an emotional one. I got two waters out of the fridge and handed one to him when I turned back around.

  “I want to get keys for my house made for you. I am getting the door changed on the outside leading into the garage. The dog door is too big, and I don’t want someone to break in that way. I want you to stay there with Bo when I am gone.” Now he was rambling. I could tell he was apprehensive about my response to what he was saying.

  “He can stay here with me.” I adored Bo and would never want him to be left alone.

  “How about if we talk about it later?” His thumb ran over my bottom lip before I felt his soft lips on mine again.

  Jason left the kitchen and was heading for the bedroom, when I saw Heather say something to him and reach out to touch his arm and play with the muscles right under his T-shirt. I couldn’t believe it. She was giving him her classic giggle and head tilt, complete with her pathetic mating look and the batting of her eyes. She got out of her chair and hugged him, running her hands and nails over his top back muscles. He stepped away awkwardly and walked to my bedroom, and I watched her drooling over Jason’s body. She had a lustful look in her eyes, one I had seen many times right before she seduced a man. I didn’t like her looking at Jason like that. She blushed slightly when she saw me looking.

  “So will I see you later?” she asked me, but I was too confused about my feelings to answer her right away. “Katarina, are you coming home tonight?”

  I stared at her, my best friend, and wondered why she was looking at my man like that. Why was she touching him? I was mad…I think.

  “No, I am staying with Jason. I really like him, Heather, I mean a lot.” Those words snapped her out of her haze, and she looked at me. I knew she was planning her charm and her swift seduction, and I was growing more pissed by the second. My face showed her everything I was feeling.

  “Sorry, Katie, I have never had such a fine man in my apartment that wasn’t here to be with me. Of course you like him. He’s sex on a stick.”

  I felt my fists tighten.

  “Relax, Katie. I won’t touch him the way I want to until you’re done.”

  Now I was furious. My voice rose a little louder than I wanted it to.

  “No, I like him because he is kind and patient and caring, Heather. He is thoughtful and honest, and he doesn’t have this secret agenda. Not because he is ‘sex on a stick.’” I used my fingers around the “sex on a stick” comment. “He just likes me, and he’s…mine! I don’t like the way you were looking at him or touching him. Please…stop it.”

  I finished my very loud tirade, and her face was all scrunched up. I knew I had hurt her feelings. She got up and stomped out of the room. It actually made me laugh a little. She looked funny in high heels and a tight skirt, stomping. I turned to walk to my bedroom and saw Jason staring at me. He was smirking.

  “I am yours?”

  I couldn’t remember saying it. I was so infuriated at Heather I wasn’t thinking; I was yelling. I watched as his face grew more smug.

  “I knew you cared for me, but you’re so possessive.”

  What an ass, an arrogant ass.

  I grabbed my bags I had placed by the front door and opened it to leave. “You wish,” was all I could say as I made my way to my car. I heard him laugh behind me very loudly, but I didn’t think anything was funny.

  I started up my car and pulled out of the driveway, heading for work, when my phone buzzed with a text. I looked at it.

  Jason: I love that I am YOURS

  I couldn’t believe I had acted like a child in front of him, a toddler with a favorite toy or candy. I was mad at him because he heard me embarrass myself. None of what I was doing made any sense. I had so many emotions about this man, and it amazed me that I had this many feelings in such a short time. I had gone from not believing or wanting to ever feel anything for someone to placing ownership on a person. I was acting like a fool. I had known Heather longer and trusted her more. I would give her anything I owned. I placed no value on items, and yet I was drawing a line in the sand with Jason. He was mine, or I wanted more than anything for him to be mine. What was I saying? I was falling for a man I knew I would never end up with. I was thinking way too much about this amazing man, and I needed to stop.

  Chapter 13

  Do You Want To Be Mine?

  I arrived at work late. My patient was already seated, and the dental assistant was taking x-rays. I changed and cleaned myself up and began my day. At lunch I avoided my phone, because I didn’t want to start dwelling about everything all over. I ate lunch with the girls and listened to all of their very entertaining stories. I didn’t talk. I just enjoyed listening and laughing.

  After work I headed to Jason’s house. I still refused to check my phone. I think I was more scared that he didn’t text me after I had embarrassed myself. I did nothing but think nonstop about my morning’s actions until I pulled into Jason’s driveway. I began to feel nervous not knowing what he thought, not knowing how I really felt. Part of me wanted to run. Part of me knew that this was the most I had ever felt a sense of belonging, the happiest I had ever been, and I could never leave. I shut off the engine and took a deep breath.

  I pulled the Mercedes in the garage. Jason left it open for me, which I thought was a very sweet gesture. I grabbed my bags and made my way to the door leading inside. I grinned as I passed the new door without a dog door hole in it. I took one more deep breath before stepping into the house. I entered the kitchen and I saw grocery bags on the counter. Bo greeted me, and I knelt down to pet him. I put my stuff down and went over to the dishwasher to empty the dishes. I felt a little nervous when I heard Jason come down the stairs and enter the kitchen. I purposely didn’t greet him, didn’t turn. I just continued to work keeping my hands busy and putting the dishes away.

  “Hello, did you have a good day?” He was behind me. I heard him putting the groceries away. I turned to face him, closing the dishwasher.

  “Yes, it was a great day.” My voice sounded more frigid than I wanted it to.

  “I have been thinking about this morning all day.” His voice was dreamy and his movements froze when he eyed me.

  I quickly changed the subject, my face beet red. “Why did you buy groceries if you’re going to be gone?”

  He frowned. He knew exactly what I was doing.

  “I got fruit and veggies for you. I want you to stay healthy.” He gave me a playful smile and continued. “So it’s clear I am yours. What I have been pondering all day is do you want to be mine?”

  I flinched when he raised his voice as he said “yours.” He saw me and gave me a smug smile. He enjoyed this. I avoided his eyes and looked down.

  “What would I have to do to be yours? Does it involve a table and a fuck?” My voice was more of a whisper. I was scared of his answer. His breath hitched when I said “fuck.”

  “Sassy…I bought some stuff for you today.”

  I looked up as he held up a bag and began removing things from it, funny-looking things. I stepped closer to get a better look. When I realized what they were, my face got red, and my stomach flipped over. He started talking when he saw my reaction.

  “I thought when I was gone you could masturbate.” I stopped listening after that. He finished his thought, but I crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn’t going to masturbate. He had fire in his eyes, which were slightly hazed over and because of that look I was kicking myself for not paying more attention to his words.

  I eyed the items he displayed on the counter, three dildos of various textures, all roughly the same size. I had
anxiety just thinking about what he wanted me to do with them.

  “This one can stick to the bathtub or shower.”

  It was rubbery and had a suction cup on the bottom. I don’t know why, but it made me giggle.

  “This one vibrates.” He turned it on, and I jumped. He laughed. “This one is glass and has ribbing.”

  I focused on him, amused by all of it. He grew really serious. My face fell, trying to gauge how to play this. I glanced at the items again.

  “What is that?” I pointed to a smaller object, and he picked it up and gave me a wicked smile.

  “It’s a butt plug.”

  “Oh.” I wanted to say “ouch” but his mood was untouchable right now.

  He also had tubes of lubrication. I stood there speechless, while he flashed all of his white teeth in a huge ‘I want to torture your body right now’ smile.

  “Take off your shirt and pants.”

  I glared at him, stunned at his request. His face was too serious to be joking, so I did as I was told. He picked me up and set me on the cold, hard counter. He reached around me and took off my bra. He stared into my eyes the whole time, still very serious. It made me nervous.