Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (26 page)

“It’s very yummy.”
Who uses that word? Yummy? What does it even mean?
I wondered if I waited long enough if she would say it again, because I felt yummy things when she said it. She busied herself in the kitchen, and I was curious what her next move would be.

“So, what time do we leave? How about if I am ready in forty minutes? If you still want to go out, then I’ll be ready. If not, and you leave without me, then I will figure something else out.”
Holy shit, she wanted to go out
. She disappeared upstairs and I sat there stunned, fighting the urge to run after her.

Chapter Sixteen

I got ready in minutes, and paced for the next thirty or so. I wanted to watch her get ready. I knew that wasn’t normal, but I liked to watch the whole process. So many secrets are revealed when a woman gets ready: the panties, or lack thereof, the lacy bra, the nakedness before the tight dress. My pacing picked up as my thoughts became more X-rated. I had to remind myself I was still mad with her. I just couldn’t remember why. I would picture her legs and her boobs, and my memory became cloudy. What happened to the opposite side of the magnet theory?

Katarina appeared at the top of the stairs and descended slowly towards me. Her eyes focused on the steps in front of her. I took a moment to let my eyes just drink her in. She was a vision in a tight black dress that stopped at top of her thighs, with her boobs spilling out of the top. This was going to be a night of torture. She shifted her hips as she took each step. Her heels had to be four, maybe five inches tall. This girl was dressed for battle. She was dressed for distraction, and I would say she nailed it. I glanced away when she hit the bottom of the stairs. I didn’t want her to see the way she affected me. I moved quickly towards the front door instead. The sound of her clicking heels behind me drove me insane with the desire to fuck her. She stopped close to me, and I caught her delicious scent.

“Can you hold these for me? I don’t want to carry a purse.” She handed me a tube of cherry red lipstick, and a Washington driver’s license issued to Katarina Josephine Covington, DOB: 04-27. I stuffed the items in the pocket of my dress pants.

“We could take my car if you want?”
Nope
. That brought my need to be in control again to the forefront.

I led her to the Jeep, trying to act indifferent to the tension growing between us.
I’m a gentleman
, I reminded myself, as I opened the passenger door. She didn’t protest; instead, she just studied the door, planning the best way to get in. She was so independent too, never glancing at me for help. I stepped in closer to relieve her of her misery, when her hands slid down to the bottom of her mini dress and she shimmied it up higher, exposing her black, lacy panties. She didn’t stop there. She bent over slowly, displaying the rounded globes of her ass. Then she balanced on one leg and took her heel off. I rolled my head on my shoulders and inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself. I could no longer stand to watch her. I pressed my stomach against her back and began kissing her neck, tasting the crook with my tongue. I had to know if she felt the frenzy I felt. My hand eased under her panties and she shivered. Her body was frozen, bent over for my inspection. I circled the very wet entrance before gliding my finger all the way inside her. She clenched her muscles tightly around my finger and moaned. I didn’t understand her at all. First, I thought she was just shy and intimidated by me. Then, I thought she was private and reserved. But out here in the open, she had her legs slightly spread, my finger buried inside her, and she was close to orgasming. I think my princess…thinks too much.

“You are so wet for me. I love that. You feel so smooth down here.” I held her pussy in my hand. Her bare skin was as soft as suede. “I love that,” I repeated. I examined her as I leaned over her body and tugged at the hairclip, causing her hair to fall out of its loose bun and tumble down her back.

“I like your hair down. Leave it like this.” If she was going to think all night, it was going to be me on her mind. I would make sure of it. I finger-fucked her for a while, taking enjoyment in every hum and moan. I began twisting my wrist and drilling into her, her whole body taking what I was giving.
Good girl
.

“I was a dancer…I had the hair…removed.” Her voice was weak, squeaking out as my fingers impaled her. I slowed down, still pumping
her, but now adding small circles around her clit. She was on fire and my hand was drenched.

I tortured her a little, and held my fingers inside her just enough that she would have to move against my hand to get any sensation. And when she wiggled her tight little ass closer to me, I withdrew.

“You go home with me tonight. Only me.” I lifted her and set her carefully in the seat. I closed the door, imagining her stunned and pissed off face and I laughed. It was empowering to have something she wanted, and she wanted it badly.

I raced down the street, but not out of anger. I was happy and eager to show off my princess. The radio blared and I couldn’t help but sing along. I glanced at her a couple times, and she just stared out the window. I wished that I could read her thoughts. I wondered how she was torturing me in her mind.

The sports bar was filling up fast, the crowds of people circling the parking lot. I jumped out after I parked, excited to face my angry princess. I liked her a little edgy. When I opened her door, she didn’t disappoint me. I flashed her my panty-dropping smile that was reserved for her, and she flashed me something resembling a smile, more of a ‘fuck you, get lost’ kind of a smile. I picked her up at the waist, and gently eased her down my body so she could feel every inch of my hardness, all for her.

“Are you ready?” She lightened her smile and did a cute little nod. This must have been her poker face, because she appeared polished with this new smile. I ran a light, caressing finger over her face, and placed a lock of beautiful black hair behind her ear. Her practiced, polished smile twitched, and she yanked on the hair I just touched, tossing it defiantly in her face. So defiantly, I almost laughed.

“I want it right here.” This was her wildly sassy side.
Damn
. She was truly breathtaking like this.

“I am well aware of how much you want it.” Her tiny mouth with bright red lips fell open, and I thought I heard a huff. I turned and made my way to the front entrance of the bar, just to deepen her frustration towards me.

Dave and his girl were already seated at a tall table with another couple when we approached. I positioned Katarina’s stool right next to mine. She seemed to be observing the variety of things going on in the large sports bar. Her eyes flicked from the large TVs surrounding the place, to the basketball shooting machines in the back, to the pool tables lined up in the middle. She was taking in everything, amazed, like it was the first time she had ever seen so many stimulating objects at once. I introduced her to Dave and Sofia, and then Stewart and Amy, but she put on her polished face and checked out. I joined in the conversation about the fights and ordered a drink for Katarina, and a beer for myself. I placed my hand on her thigh so she would have a constant reminder of why she was here.

Stewart was Dave’s friend, and I found him to be a bit of a whipped piece of ass. He talked mainly of his wife and unborn child, even going so far as to show me sonogram pictures. When his wife Amy left to go to the bathroom, he turned towards Sofia and asked, “So what should I get her for a push gift?”

Dave caught my eye immediately, and we exchanged words with our eyes. He pleaded with me not to talk, and I challenged him with a glare that said, ‘It’s going to happen, and I am sorry your friend is such a pussy-whipped fool.’

“So, Stewie,” I left Dave’s eyes and focused my attention on Stewart, “what exactly is a push gift?”

“It’s the new thing when your wife delivers a baby.”
WTF
. I laughed; I had to. I felt Dave attempting to kick me under the table.

“So, kind of like a ‘sorry for giving you hemorrhoids and saggy boobs’ gift?” He didn’t laugh, but Dave burst out, like it physical hurt him to hold it in. “I mean, can you really ever apologize for that? With a gift, I mean?” Stewart just glared at me, which I found amusing.

“You just wait until you’re married and your wife bears your children. I promise, you will feel the same way.” I eyed him like he was full of shit, and shot a glance at Dave, giving him the same unspoken words as always, ‘He is such a tool.’

“I don’t think so, Stewie.” My voice was very matter-of-fact. I looked at Sofia, and she sat back and crossed her arms over her large breasts. I threw my shoulders up and said, “What?”

“You just
pretend
, Jason. That’s what you do when you love someone. You
pretend
.” Her voice filled with bitterness.

I repeated, “Pretend.” I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering where I heard those same words before. The conversation continued around the table, but my mind was wrapped around those words. My mind took me back to the ice cream parlor. Katarina’s young voice filled my head. It was her telling me to pretend. She’d told me to pretend to be in control.

The waitress came with our drinks and I took a long swig of Katarina’s, but then handed it back to the waitress.

“It needs more alcohol. Jose Cuervo.” She snatched it back and handed me my beer. Sofia’s judging eyes fell on me again. I gave her another shrug.

“Do you really have to be so controlling? You can’t just let her have the drink. You have to drink it first.”

Dave spoke next, defending me, I think. “He wasn’t always like this. In high school, his girlfriend called all the shots. He just did whatever she wanted. He was just like Stewie over there, bowing down before the queen.”

Stewart shot up out of his seat at the remark. “My name is S-t-e-w-a-r-t, not Stewie. Please, say it right!” Silence engulfed the table as Stewart finished his yelling fit.

“
Now
you stick up for yourself? You chose
this
moment, and not the hemorrhoid gift thing?” I glanced at Stewart and raised a questioning eyebrow. Dave burst out into laughter again.

Chapter Seventeen

The waitress came back with Katarina’s drink, and I stirred it with the straw and caught Sofia’s spying eyes. I really wanted to be normal, so I handed the drink over to her without a test sip. It bugged the shit out of me, but I did it anyway. I turned my attention to Katarina, as did everyone else, and set the drink in front of her. She picked it up right away and gave a polished smile to everyone before taking a long swallow. She immediately started choking. I lightly rubbed her back. It was most likely another first. I leaned over, catching her scent again, and whispered in her ear, “You taste like strawberries to me, so I ordered a strawberry drink for you.”