Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (32 page)

“Let me guess, condoms.” She did a fake sarcastic laugh and it was full of teenage defiance, a side of her I didn’t get to see very often. She was sassy, and sometimes mouthy, but the head tilt to the side, followed by the pretend laugh and the defiant narrowing of the eyes was just different, more youthful. I wondered briefly what kind of teenager she’d been before Jared’s attack, or better yet, what she’d been like as a young child. I bet her brothers tugged on that long hair, and I bet she giggled a lot. The thought came to me fast like a flash—we would never have children if Katarina’s fear didn’t dissolve.

“Katarina, why don’t you want babies?” Her eyes widened in shock. She inhaled deeply and her eyes darted to the ceiling, blocking her face from all emotion. When her blues met mine again, I saw the empty, lifeless girl at the ice cream parlor. Her mouth moved, and a stone cold voice pierced her lips.

“I don’t know. I was the most awful child. I could never control my tongue. I hated how I never felt like I belonged. I think it’s kind of selfish, having kids. Jason, can we not talk about this? I just don’t want babies. Can we leave it at that?” No, I wanted to hash it out now. I bit my tongue and stifled my urge to scream it at her, waking her from her lifeless state. Ultimately, I dropped it, but it brought up so many more questions.

“How about your brother, Brian, will you tell me about him?” She glanced at the gift in my lap, and then back to my concerned eyes. Her expression changed as she twirled my words in her head, and then it darkened with sadness.

“Brian is about two years older than me. We were close when we were young. I snuck out a lot, and one time he saw me. I didn’t know, but he followed. I always hid my bike outside the gates of our house. He tried to catch me before I rode away, but I was pretty fast. He waited
outside for me to come back home. When I finally did, my parents were home too. Only this time, he was punished for sneaking out because he was older and knew better. He stopped talking to me after that. We talked about music, and had an occasional food fight in the kitchen, but that was it. After the Jared incident, he completely changed. He called me after it happened, and wanted to make sure I still wanted to keep the secret. He sounded different then, broken. Brian told me he saw red that night. He said it still haunted him, and most of that night had disappeared from his mind. He blacked out. He told me he remembered talking with my deceased grandmother, he was hallucinating her, but nothing else. Months later, when I ran into him, he was working on a project with my grandfather, but he was icy cold. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. So,” she looked at the present again, and then her eyes snapped back to mine, “I stopped talking to him about music.” That story was everything. I swallowed past the huge lump in my throat. She was alone, all alone, and was punished. Her small, twelve-year-old body flickered in my memory, and I saw large black and purple marks on her tiny back and sides. I could hardly breathe. My head fell forward and my hands were completely shaking. I should have taken her that day. If I wasn’t so selfishly out for revenge, I could have taken her and dropped her off at the police station, or home to my parents.

Her hands tenderly rested on top of mine, her eyes gleaming with love and hope.

“It’s no big deal. I am just not as close to my family as you are to yours. Now, open the damn gift!” And she was back, my feisty princess. I adored the glimpse of her impatient side, her hunger for something to feel.

My hand reached in the bag and I pulled out a small box the size of my hand. Her face held so much light, and pure childlike excitement. I couldn’t give a shit what the gift was, if her buying me presents made her feel like this, I would pretend to love it. I held it up and forced my eyes away from her heartwarming expression to face the box. It was a camera. I wasn’t sure I’d ever owned a camera. My mind went dirty for about ten seconds, thinking of the X-rated pictures I could take of her.

“What is this for?” I studied her excitement for a moment longer, giving her my mysterious please-let-me-take-naked-pictures-of-you grin, but she didn’t respond, just continued on about the camera.

“It’s a good little camera, with twelve megapixels, and it fits in your pocket. You can take it anywhere and make new memories. Then, you plug the camera into your computer—I can show you how—and you can have the pictures forever. I got you a small case too. It can even charge it in the car. I want to take you somewhere.” She was talking so fast her lips could hardly keep up with the words. I wondered if she thought I would reject the gift. Her hands began fidgeting, and she started nervously arranging the boxes of condoms on the counter.
She must not normally be a gift giver…interesting
.

“Thank you. I am looking forward to using it.” I pressed my body closer to hers, taking her mouth in a tender kiss. I leaned back a bit, allowing my lips to hover there, feeling the heat from her breath. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast, and without further hesitation, I kissed her full lips again, caressing each lip leisurely and lightly, wanting her to feel every gentle touch I had, knowing I didn’t have many.

I hopped off my stool, grabbed her dish along with my own, and placed both in the sink. “I will get ready then, unless you want to do something else?” I lifted my brows, insinuating sex, of course. The truth was, I could stay here and have sex with this beauty all frickin’ day.

“Are you seducing me?”
Hells yeah, always
. She eased off her stool and seductively swayed her hips towards me. Okay, maybe it was more like a tempting walk than a sway, but I was growing horny as hell, and everything she did only made me want her more. She stopped inches from me, and as soon as I got a whiff of her need radiating off of her, I relented to the lion inside me.

“Take a shower with me.” I scooped her up in my arms before she had time to escape, and she giggled. She fucking giggled, sending me into a sprint up the stairs and into the bathroom.

I already knew we had a first outside the shower, but now it was time for inside. I started the shower quickly and then began to take off the white, innocent nightgown she wore. It was like she was my present, the white, silk gown reminding me my princess was pure. I don’t
remember taking off my clothes or actually getting into the shower. My actions were fuzzy. I attempted to slow my world down by washing myself thoroughly, but there was something about her, something that was almost calling out to me.

I studied her eyes and her body, trying to pinpoint what it was, and then it hit me. She was surrendering completely.
My sweet, submissive princess
. I grabbed her as she stood quietly, waiting for me. I rubbed my clean body all over hers, relishing the feel of her boobs, and her stomach on mine. My penis nudged her pussy, and I cursed at myself for forgetting the condom. I couldn’t stop now. She was surrendering her body to me. It was a huge moment, a defining period of time. I flipped her body so she faced the shower wall and snatched the soap, lathering every inch of her. Her moans slipped out as I pulled and plucked her nipples, and my fingers danced across her swollen clit.
I could just slip my cock inside, just this once; she needs me to. I need to. It would solidify our connection
. I dipped my fingers in and out. She was so wet, creaming all over my hand with her hot juices. My mind was racing with thoughts of plunging my stiff cock inside her, claiming her immediately.
She’s mine. I’ll do whatever I want, and we will deal with the consequences together. I’m her Dom; she surrendered
. She lost her balance as I jerked her body with the force of my impalement. I felt my penis throbbing inside her. I stayed buried in her as I fixed Katarina’s balance. It was
my
first—the first time I was bare. I continued slowly penetrating her, basking in the feel of her body. It was completely different. My cock was directly in contact with her satin vise, every squeeze, every contraction, sending me closer to the point I was attempting to hold off. She was opened to me. I had lifted her foot to the shelf, and her ass pressed against me in anticipation of every thrust. It was her offering to me. I played with her breasts. I knew from experience they were the cause of the contractions around my cock. I pulled and pinched her tight nipples with a fury, and to my surprise, the rougher I played, the harder her muscles tightened around me. She came hard, fisting my naked cock with such a fierce intensity that it made me lose my hold on my own bodily reactions, and I came. I came hard, plunging forcefully as her pussy clenched around me, drawing out my ejaculation and drawing my cock in deeper, taking
my sperm to hidden places inside her. I stayed in that spot for several long moments, and as the pure lust drained from my body, I became aware of what I had just done. I was frozen. I knew what this meant.

My bun was officially in her oven
. I paid attention in sex education when they told you if your sperm touched her vagina, she would, without a doubt, have your child. I lived by those words, and never allowed myself to even consider it. I searched my soul, trying to find guilt, but I was only relieved.
She wouldn’t escape me now. We were tied together, bound forever
. I took in a deep breath, remembering this morning and how I thought she had left me again.
What was I doing? Who the fuck was I anymore?

I removed her foot from the shelf, slipping out of her in the process. I stood back up, sliding my teeth over her shoulder and whispering in her ear. “Please don’t leave anymore without saying goodbye. I need you to wake me if I’m asleep.” I held her snug against my body. I never wanted
this
first to end.

I inhaled one more time and went to work washing my beauty with soap. She remained still as I tried to remove as much of my seed from in-between her legs as possible. I was amazed that she never grew impatient or questioned what I was doing. Her trust in me was unbelievably strong. My heart ached as the thought seeped into my mind.
Fuck
.

I rinsed her, giving her no space to withdraw from me, and she loved it.

Chapter Twenty-One

I stepped out of the shower quickly to retrieve two towels. I opened one up for her and wrapped it around her. She was stiff with her movements, and it gave me so much wicked pleasure to know the part I played in causing it.

“Sore, huh?” She whipped her eyes to mine and stuck out her perfect tongue. I laughed. I had to. It was crazy how sometimes she reverted to being a child to avoid expressing her feelings verbally. She stormed out, and it was even funnier. I noticed as she walked, she took the furthest path around the closet, dragging her arm against the wall on the opposite side, and right after she cleared it, she scurried out of the room.

I shook my hair out and staggered to the closet, looking inside. I was halfway expecting to see a large spider or some sort of reptile, but the only thing I saw was clothes on hangers. I stepped inside, grabbed shorts and a t-shirt from the shelves, and slipped them on my still-damp body. I moved my clothes to one side of the closet, making room for all of hers. I exited the closet, examining the door closely, trying to find out what she was so frightened of.

I jogged downstairs to the garage to get a hammer and a flathead screwdriver. I took the stairs two at a time, in a hurry to remove my closet door. I slipped out the pins that held the door to the wall, and carried the free door down the hall to an empty room. Then I stalked to the room she was currently in and started removing her clothes from the closet. I was almost completely finished, had just left the closet with the shoes, when I leaned into the bathroom she was using to tell her
what I was doing. I disappeared quickly, and the look she held was full of confusion.

I was busy in my closet when I heard her voice. I peeked out of the closet and there she was, lying flat on my bed, legs spread, hanging over the edge, and offering her body to me again. The front of my pants tightened at the sight. She said something about moving fast, and I couldn’t disagree more. I would marry her at this point. I had already committed silently. She was mine forever. The forever ran through my mind over and over—
she was my forever
. I hadn’t believed in forever for such a long time, until now.
What I need to do is plant a seed. What the fuck?
I shook my head, remembering the seed I had just planted in her uterus. I exited the closet, proud of the work I did, and made my way to her side. She sat up on the bed, her feet dangling over the edge. I sat next to her for the seed-planting.