My Favorite Distraction (Distraction series)

by Stephanie Jean

  “What do want to do today?” Now, he was sizing me up, trying to figure out if I was mad. He wanted to avoid talking about last night, and I would go along. I was literally the princess of diverting. I looked around and then finally looked him in the eyes.

  “I don’t have any ideas.” I shrugged and he clenched his jaw shut, obviously not happy with my nonchalant attitude. He scooted his leg so it was touching mine.

  “How about we have a barbecue and invite my family over?”

  In the mood I was in, I was not excited about having people over, but I didn’t respond and just gave him another shrug.

  I watched his eye twitch and his jaw flinch. I felt victorious, but it didn’t last long. My mouth never lets me enjoy my victories. “Are we going to talk about last night?”

  He was silent. I could feel the anger bubbling inside him. “What part, the ‘I love you’ part or ‘me leaving you all night’ part?” He had the victory grin, now. This was a big joke to him. I was a big joke.

  My hands balled up into fists, and my face grew red. I might be a lot of things, but not a fucking joke. I slipped off my stool and gently placed my bowl in the sink and went upstairs. He didn’t follow, didn’t try to make it better, just finished his breakfast. I moved quickly trying hard not to think about what a complete asshole he was being and even more, how it was affecting me. This man was so overwhelming. I needed to leave, if I didn’t I was going to lose my mind. He walked in when I was getting off the bed after putting on my tennis shoes to leave.

  “So I called everyone, and they will be here at four-ish. Are you going to the store with me?” Again, he was diverting. He was grabbed his shoes from the closet.

  I pondered not going, but my mind was blank and I couldn’t come up with a reason why not. “OK, I’ll go, but I am not in a talkative mood.” My voice was snappy.

  He scooped me up and carried me to the bed. I tried to push him away, but his movements were too swift. He laid me down, his body slid in behind me, and his strong arms wrapped tightly around me. My back was to his front, and I felt tears burning in my eyes. I started to sob, my body shook. I tried to make it stop, but I couldn’t control it. He just hugged me tight and buried his face in my neck. We stayed in that embrace for over an hour before Jason got up, pulling me with him. I managed to bury my feelings when his eyes met mine and I gave him a warm forgiving smile.

  “Let’s go.” He laced his fingers through mine, and I followed him downstairs. “How about we take your car?”

  I beamed. It was the first time he had ever wanted to take my car.

  “Give me your keys. I’ll drive.”

  I giggled, because he was such a control freak. He enjoyed my hot rod of a car whizzing around other cars and speeding on the freeway. It was like watching someone playing a video game. He glanced at me a couple times with a huge confident smile and I loved it.

  “You have a wonderful dog; I have an awesome car.”

  He just winked at me, an adorable “I know I am hot” wink. I played with the radio and kept changing the station until I noticed him singing. Then I stopped. I enjoyed his singing, found it comforting. I reminded myself to push those feeling away. Ultimately, my days with Jason were numbered.

  At the store, Jason was being extremely goofy with me. He tried asking me to touch his meat after he picked it out. It was funny the way he was being suggestive about hamburger meat. I laughed, and it lightened the mood. He was being cute, trying to make me laugh at other people around the store, inventing words that they were thinking. I found it very funny, hilarious even.

  When we got home, I was tired and mentally drained. We unpacked the groceries, and I went upstairs and lay down and fell asleep. I woke up, and Jason was wrapped around me. I hadn’t felt him come to bed, but I heard the faint sound of snoring. He was gripped tightly to me with his legs and arms, so I relaxed and fell back to sleep. He woke me up before everyone got there, and I changed into a green dress and a white sweater and pulled my hair halfway up.

  His family arrived all at the same time, fussing over the furniture and the patio. I think the sticky sweetness got to Jason because before I knew it he was telling everyone to leave. I talked him out of dismissing his family, but it was obvious he was struggling with something. His mood lightened up as the evening went on. He played the doting boyfriend perfectly, calling me different endearing names throughout the night, and touching me whenever I was within reach. It was a little over the top, but I adored it. He barbequed hamburgers while talking with all the grown men, laughing and giving me long sexy glances.

  I mentioned the charity event at dinner and the women seemed really excited. I gave them the date and they all punched it in to their phones. Jason’s mom even asked questions about the charity. After dinner, Jason pulled out my computer and showed everyone the pictures he had taken on their man trip. I cleaned the kitchen with his mom and asked her about baking. She was so excited she even gave me a family pie recipe, telling me about the secret ingredient. I felt a little sticky sweet for her after that, even letting her hug me. How could I not? She gave me her ‘secret.’

  I put the movie Despicable Me on for the kids and sat with Jake and Josh. I think I was laughing more than them. Jasmine and Jack even sat with us for a while, but Jessica wanted to get them home before they fell asleep on the couch.

  The house was immediately quiet when they left. We were both exhausted and collapsed on the couch. He picked me up to straddle him, and I laid my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck.

  “You are so special to me,” he whispered.

  “Thank you,” I closed my eyes enjoying those words more than I wanted to. I heard his cell go off again. It had been going off all day, but he hadn’t made a move to answer it. He still wasn’t moving. “Aren’t you curious who is trying to get a hold of you?”

  “No.” He put his hands over my ears when he heard the phone start ringing again.

  I lay in his arms like a doll and from anyone else’s perspective, we looked in love. He whispered in my ear of a terrible dream he had earlier and I listened. I felt his anguish in his tight squeezes as he talked. He dreamt of a young version of me leaving. The way he talked made it harder for me to put the wall of my bubble in place. I wanted to be a distraction for him like he had been for me. Maybe I could. I could go home and face what I had been running from, face the responsibilities my grandfather left me and then come back and be someone he could tell his bad dreams to. I whispered comforting words about his bad dreams back to him. I tried to tell myself over and over about my plan to leave and come back, but slowly I felt the numbness creep in. The walls slowly closed around me and I gave into it.

  He carried me upstairs and put me on the bed, then went into the bathroom and started a bath. He walked in and took my hand and began undressing me.

  I couldn’t stand anymore doting. The adoring and cherishing made me feel guilty, and next to crying I hated guilt. “I can do that.”

  He gave me a wounded look and I closed my eyes and shoved my wall down, for one more night. “I want to, that’s all.”

  He took off my sweater and then my dress and slid my panties off, then stepped back and undressed himself. He held my hand as I stepped into the tub behind him. He sat down and pulled me against him. I felt his hard penis on my back when I was pressed against him, and it made me smile.

  “So I guess you are a sex addict after all.” He stilled from behind me, and I felt awful for saying it. I was only teasing him. “I mean you are always ready. It’s not a bad thing…or so I’ve heard. You see, I have a similar problem when I am around a certain man.”

  I felt him chuckle more than I heard it. He started kissing my neck and my shoulder. I felt myself leaning into his touch. He washed us both with soap making the whole process very intimate.

  He handed me a fluffy towel and I dried myself, and then he followed me out of the bathroom. He took my hand and led me downstairs. He sat naked on the couch and had me straddle him. Like
a magician, he pulled out a condom from under the couch. I smiled like it was a real magic trick.

  “What, no extra toys?” I was only playing, but he pulled something out of the drawer in the coffee table. It looked like a butterfly with jewels on its wings.

  “Hold these.” His voice was rough.

  I thought it was a hair clip. Jason’s hand reached up and grazed my nipple, and then he leaned over and took it in his mouth. I felt him nibbling it and then biting it, and then he pulled back to look at me. He grabbed the butterfly from my hand and placed it on my nipple. It stung at first. My eyes widened, and then the pain subsided. He approached the next nipple similarly and took the remaining butterfly clip and secured it to my nipple. The same pain hit me followed by a pulse in my sex. The pleasure in my body was erotically filling, changing my thoughts and the sensitive areas. I closed my eyes as his drug settled over every inch of me, making me helpless to his touch.

  “Jeez, Katarina, looks like the butterflies are trying to pollinate you. I have to say it might be my favorite sight.” He moved to touch one of the clips. “The blue jewels match your eyes.” He moved the clip, and it sent all kinds of pleasure signals to my pussy. My eyes widened, and a moan escaped my lips.

  “What are you doing to me?”

  He gave me a smug smile at the question and moved me off him to put the condom on.

  “I am playing with you, princess.” He moved me so I was straddling him again, but I was only hovering over him. His fingers continued playing with my butterflies. It was driving me crazy.

  Jason was enjoying this. His eyes intent on my every action, the more of the drug I felt, the more he felt. He lifted me from his lap and placed me on the coffee table. The cold hit my back immediately, and I bowed my shoulders, making my boobs stick out. He quickly moved between my legs and entered me slowly, waiting for me to adapt. It was different than the other times, before I felt his lust, his addiction to the high that sex brought, his need to mark. But now, he was being nice and thoughtful, watchful, and I was beyond turned on.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  I did, the knuckles of my fingers white from the hold I had on the table, and he began to move inside me. It was heavenly. All of my nerves were on fire, his body grazing against mine, causing streaks of pleasure to pool inside me.

  “You are so perfect. I could play with you forever and never feel cheated. Your body responds so well to my touch, there are so many things I want to do to you.”

  He moved faster, but his urgency wasn’t there. His strokes were careful, not forceful. His voice was soft and confident lacking the edgy animalist swearing I was used to. He began groaning my name and the sound of the pure longing pushed me over the edge. I let go of the table and grabbed his arms, my nails digging into his flesh when I came. He was close behind me. His long groan was followed by humming. He lifted me off the table and I wrapped my legs around him, as he sat back on the couch.

  “You’re my favorite thing,” he whispered though his heavy breathing.

  He leaned me back to take off the butterflies one by one. I squeezed my eyes savoring the bites of pain.

  “I can feel you gripping me inside. Shit, Katie, you’re making me hard again.”

  I giggled at that, even though I knew he wasn’t joking. He stood up and lifted me off of him, and he was hard again. I flashed him a sexy smile, but he smirked.

  “I have time if you want to go again.” I was feeling generous.

  He chuckled and raised his eyebrows, and it made me laugh. He smacked my butt playfully and I took off running for the stairs. We brushed our teeth together and flossed. He even took time to clean up his mess looking at me smiling the entire time. I winked and he disappeared back to the bedroom. I quickly went pee before following him and when I stood up from the toilet I saw blood. I reached in my bag under the sink for a tampon. When I crawled back in bed, the lights were still on.

  “I started my period.”

  He looked at me in pure disbelief. “Are you sure?”

  I thought that was an odd response. “Yes, I have had it before, and I know the signs.”

  “Maybe you’re spotting.”

  I looked at him, willing myself to read his thoughts. “Jason, did you come in me?”

  He looked nervous, taking long blinks with his eyes. He swallowed slowly before he spoke. “Yes, and I thought for sure you were pregnant.”

  My eyes went blurry for a moment, my mind repeating his words, like I heard him wrong. Than it dawned on me that he wanted me to be pregnant. My hands shot up instantly to smack his face. I knew it hurt, his eye squeezed shut again and I saw the shadow of my hand in red across his cheek.

  “Risky game, Riggs. That could have backfired.” My anger swept through me like wild fire, my eyes confirming how pissed off I really was. “When?” I spat.

  He licked his lips and swallowed, calculating his words before he spoke. “The day of the hike after you gave me the gift, we were in the shower. It happened fast, I was just going to feel you, I wanted to know if you were as soft on the inside. Once I was in you,” he swallowed again closing his eyes, remembering. “I should have felt guilty, but instead, everything was clear. Katarina you belong with me. This whole time I pictured my seed in your belly, and it was intoxicating knowing a piece of me was in you.” I took a second thinking about the day he was talking about. How could I have not known? I was unusually sticky and wet, but he had me so aroused all the time. My sex was always wet. I took a deep, frustrating breath.

  “You would want me pregnant that bad. You would trick me?” I couldn’t believe his new level of control. I trusted him and he did this.

  “Honestly, I am a little confused right now. Talking about this makes me hard and I really want to have sex with you again. I know it shouldn’t, but it does.”

  “Are you trying to chase me away? Maybe without knowing?” My voice filled with serious edge. I was not joking, I was livid, more at myself for trusting.

  “I don’t know. I don’t want to use a condom with you, and I have never said that before, with anyone. Fuck Katarina, with or without a condom, I have never came in anyone.”

  It was quiet and my mind was racing. His arms wrapped around me pulling me close to his hard body before he started talking again. “I don’t regret it. I want this with you, all of it.” My brain started to ache it was so overwhelming. I squeezed my eyes shut. Then it came to me, he knew who I really was. He wanted a piece of the pie, a big pay out. I struggled to push him away, to get away. All this time I pretended to be a lonely dental hygienist who lived in an apartment with her best friend and he knew who I really was.

  “Don’t think…not right now. I know the way you think, Katarina, stop.” I tried to, I really tried.

  “Jason,” I paused processing my thoughts into words. “I can handle rough sex, the passion you have for me makes me feel…alive. That’s how I feel when I am with you, everything seems new. I spent most of my life numb, just existing, but it’s not like that when I’m with you.” I took a long breath. “I can’t handle the dishonesty.” He squeezed me so tight I lost the ability to breathe. I willed myself to relax. I thought about the first time he held me like this and how comforted I felt wrapped up in his strong arms. He started whispering, but I was done listening.

  “Sh.” I interrupted. “We will talk later.” His body relaxed, his arms loosened. And I knew two things, for sure: I was not going to talk about this later and I needed to enjoy this last night in his arms because I was already planning my escape.

  Chapter 21

  Thank You

  In the morning it was like nothing had happened. Jason joined me in the shower. He was happy, it was nice. He still didn’t believe me about my period, so he cleaned me until he saw proof. I thought it was disgusting, but it didn’t bother him at all. In fact, all the poking he was doing turned him on, but he didn’t pressure me, and I was not feeling horny at all. I moved to get out of the shower, and as I glanced back, Jason
caught my eyes and then gave me an erotic performance. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, as he slid the palm of his large hand down the length of his hard cock. I stepped back into the spraying water gliding my hand over the top of his arm, down to the hand that held his penis. His eyes opened and I watched the sexual drug fill his body when my hand replaced his on his penis. I loved the silky feel of shaft as he moved it in and out of my grip. I heard his breathing increase, and I tilted my head up to kiss him. He cradled my face with one hand and passionately kissed me. The hot shower spilled all over our faces, but I could only taste him. His other hand covered mine on his cock, and his kissing became more aggressive. I heard his final grunt, and his mouth fell open. I sucked on his bottom lip biting it slightly before turning away. There was something so intimate about what he had let me join in on, I was beaming when I got out of the shower.

  My grin fell slightly when my brain began to work again reminding me of how temporary this was. I still knew what I had to do, my feeling from last night unchanged. We got ready and went to work. He walked me to my car and kissed me good-bye, and then I watched him get into his Jeep and drive off.

  * * * *

  Anxiety built as I parked my car. I went about my morning routine in a haze. When my boss got there, I followed him back to his office, dreading my upcoming conversation.

  “Good morning, Doctor.” I felt my sweaty hands smooth my scrub top down.

  He looked up at me after setting his stuff down.

  “I am going home after this week. I know some great hygienists and could help you hire someone really good, but I can’t stay any longer.”

  He looked at me, his eyes blank.

  “Did something happen?” His eyebrows drew up at his question.

  I couldn’t talk at all, just shook my head no.

  “OK, I appreciate the referral, and I am sorry to see you go.”