19. In Love With My Best Friend

Jason

 

Kat’s face is a mixture of confusion and excitement when she steps out of her apartment building and sees me pulling up. I told her that our trip to Sparkling Hill could wait another week but being as stubborn as she is, she insisted that she was okay, and that she needed a weekend away now more than ever.

“How’d you convince Mike to let you borrow his beloved Audi R8?”  she inquires as I run around to the passenger side of the car and take her bag from her and help her into the car.

“He owed me a favor,” I grin settling back into the driver’s seat.

“Do I even want to know what type of favor it was for him to let this car out of his sight for a weekend?”

I chuckle, slipping the car into gear. “Probably not.”

She laughs, reaching over and turning up the country radio station as Old Dominion plays over the speakers. We drive in silence for the majority of the way enjoying the scenery and music.

 

KATHERINE

 

“Wow.” My breath leaves me when we walk into our suite.

On the opposite side of the room is a floor-to-ceiling glass window that spans almost the entire length of the room. A two-person jetted tub sits in one corner overlooking breathtaking views of Lake Okanagan and an uninterrupted view of the Monashee Mountains. On the other side of the suite is a sitting area in front of an amazing gas fireplace. A door is positioned next to the fireplace, and I’m assuming it’ll lead to the bedroom. My suspicions are confirmed when Jay disappears through the door with our bags and returns empty handed.

“Jay.” My eyes roam over the remarkable suite again before finding his. “You didn’t need to do this.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall, crossing one foot over the other and studying me. “I know I didn’t need to, but I wanted to. Think of it as an early Christmas present, Kat.” He uncrosses his arms and walks over to me. “You’ve been through a lot these past few months. You deserve this,” he says, indicating to the room.

“Thank you,” I reach up, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He tucks both his hands in the pockets of his jeans like he’s afraid that if he doesn’t restrain his hands somehow, he’ll end up touching me. “So, what’s first? Spa massage? Or dinner and wine?”

“Dinner sounds good. I’m starving.” As if on cue, my stomach lets out the loudest growl I’ve ever heard.

“All right,” he laughs. “Let’s get some food in you before we wake the bear.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. You’re just a regular comedian aren’t you,” I tease as I put my jacket on again.

He ruffles my hair, chuckling at the dirty look I try to throw him before grabbing the key card to our room. “Come on, smartass. Let’s go get dinner.

 

***

 

“I’m so stuffed,” I groan, slumping back onto the couch once we get back to the suite.

“Agreed,” he confirms, taking up a seat next to me and patting his belly. “I feel like I gained ten pounds.” His head lazily rolls to face me. “But it was worth it for that bacon,” he grins. “All right,” he says as he pats my knee before rising from the couch. “I’m going to shower, and then how about I start a fire and we watch a movie?”

“Sounds good,” I nod, excited for a relaxing night with him in front of the fire.

 

***

 

“What movie did you pick?” he asks, walking out of the bedroom looking sexy as all fuck, shirtless with a pair of jeans riding low on his hips.

“Suicide Squad,” I beam up at him.

He groans as he drops down next to me on the couch. “Again? How many times do you plan on watching it?” he teases.

I grin over at him and in that moment, with the light from the fireplace and the moonlight streaming in from the window, I know that I’ve never seen another man as handsome as he is. And that no matter what, this man will always own my heart.

His eyes dart down to my lips when I drag my teeth along my bottom lip, then back up to my eyes. He’s like a magnet and I’m powerless to his pull, and not entirely certain that I want to fight it anymore.

“Jason, I…” my voice, a little more than a whisper, cuts out. I don’t know how to go about trying to explain to him how I am feeling. This past week, especially, has made realize just how precious and short life is. I am done pretending and lying to myself. I love him with all of my heart, and I am ready for him to love me back.

He cups the back of my neck in his hand and leans his forehead against mine. My eyes drift close and I will myself to just be in this moment with him, to just drink in the feeling of his skin on mine.

“I know.” He pulls back and places a soft kiss on my forehead, removing his hand.

Those two little words make me curse myself for all the times I pushed him away. He thinks that I was about to tell him we had to stay friends, that I don’t want this. I’m such an idiot.

Now that he’s moved away and is no longer touching me, it’s like my world has gone cold. I’m aching to feel his skin on mine again, to be in his arms again. That’s exactly what I need; to get lost in his body and his touch. To let him carry my burdens for a little while.

I find myself moving closer to him on the couch in our suite, moving a lock of hair that has fallen on his forehead back, and tracing my fingers down his square jaw to his neck and eventually down to trace the top of the large tattoo that spans half his chest, up his shoulder and down to his elbow. His skin is still slightly wet from his shower.

“Kat…”

My eyes drift up to emerald ones that have gone a shade darker and then down to his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Jay.” I throw one of my legs over his and straddle him over his jeans while my mouth explores his jaw line, my teeth playfully nipping at his earlobe, before making my way back to his mouth when he groans. “Show me how much you love me.”

His mouth has done wicked things to my body both in reality and in my dreams. I’m not ashamed to admit that my dirty dreams about Hugh Jackman were eventually replaced by dirty dreams of Jason Miller and his wicked mouth and hands.

Seriously, the guy is gifted, and could probably talk a nun out of her underwear.

His hands run up my thighs and grip my hips before slipping under my long sleeve shirt. His fingers gently skim over my skin while he drags my shirt up and over my head. His mouth comes down to place kisses down my neck to my collarbone and then down between my breasts while his hands slide up my back and grip my shoulders. My head tips slightly back giving him easier access.

He doesn’t waste any more time, undoing my bra next and then his mouth is right back to placing kisses on the tops of my breast before his tongue circles my nipple, drawing it into his mouth. A moan escapes my throat when his teeth gently tug on it and then his tongue licks away the sting before repeating the action to the other one.

He takes his time worshipping my body with his hands and mouth, and I can feel him getting hard through his jeans. I rake my nails down each of his arms, not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough that it makes his dick jump behind the denim fabric and elicits another groan from him. Jason’s breath hitches when I slip my hand under his waistband, surprised to notice that he’s not wearing any boxers, and wrap my fingers around his dick, stroking up and down. His eyes drift shut and his head falls back against the couch.

I stroke him a few more times before removing myself from his lap to stand up. His eyes open and his head snaps up when he realizes that my hand is no longer wrapped around his dick. His eyebrow raises when he sees the small playful smirk on my face.

Silently, I turn around and look over my shoulder as I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, bend at my hips a little and ever so slowly proceed to pull my leggings down and over my ass an inch at a time. I’m fully bent over by the time I have them pulled down, and hear him groan behind me.

When I stand up again and step out of them he’s right behind me, moving my hair off my shoulder and placing open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder, up my neck, and on each of the bruises still left behind from David. Jason’s hands grip my hips before spinning me around to face him. His mouth devours mine. Our mouths don’t disconnect from each other while he thumbs off my underwear.

When the pads of his fingers dig into my ass cheeks I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and am pleasantly surprised to notice that somewhere along the way he got rid of his jeans and managed to slip on a condom.

A moan escapes my throat when he backs us against the floor-to-ceiling window of our suite and his hand slips between our bodies to rub circles on my clit.

“Please,” I beg. “Make me come.”

He finally gives me what I want and enters me; it’s like my body was starving before now. My head pushes back against the cool glass as my back arches and my nails dig into the back of his shoulders while he pounds into me. I don’t think I could get any closer to this man right now even if I tried. He places a hand on the glass above my head to steady himself as he picks up his pace and really starts fucking me, like he’s trying to make me forget about the last few months.

So, I oblige him and allow myself to get lost in him, in the way he feels inside of me, the warmth of his skin against mine, the feel of his mouth on my breast, moving back up to my neck and then getting lost in his kiss.

When my body detonates, he wraps his arms around me and carries me back to the bed where he lays me down gently then continues to move inside of me until I feel him stiffen with his own release. Our breaths are heavy and labored as we stare at each other, green eyes into amber ones. My eyes shut when he places small kisses on my forehead, each of my lids, the side of my mouth, and then his lips meet mine in another heated kiss before he moves off me and disposes of the condom.

When he comes back, he opens his arms for me and I snuggle into his side. We don’t talk again for the rest of the night, preferring to savor everything that happened between us tonight. I wouldn’t trade this moment of being held in his arms for anything in the world. It just took me a while to get to this place.

He and I spend the rest of the weekend just like we did the first night. We allow ourselves to get lost in each other because neither one of us knows what will happen when we go home and back to reality. We don’t know what awaits us once we leave our cocoon.

Honestly, despite all of that, if he asked me right here right now to give us a chance, I would say yes in a heartbeat. I came so close over the last several months to losing him. That dose of reality made me realize that I don’t want to waste another minute not being his. I don’t want to waste another minute of not being in his arms, not hearing him say my name, of not hearing him groan when he’s coming inside me.

“I can hear you thinking from over here,” he teases next to me.

“Well, you need to get your super hearing checked, ‘cause I wasn’t thinking anything.”

The sheets rustle as his body towers over mine. “Liar,” he grins.

“I am not lying.”

He raises an eyebrow and it takes everything I have to keep a straight face and not give in to the fit of giggles I can feel working its way up. We lay there staring at each other for a few more seconds before his face breaks out in a smile.

“I love you.”

My eyes round at the words that just left his lips. It’s not the first time he’s said that to me, but I thought that hearing those three words from him again would ramp up my anxiety. Turns out, I was wrong. His eyes dart to my mouth as a slow grin forms.

“I love you, too.”

The giggles I was holding back escape when I get a good look at his face. It’s a mixture of shock and relief. Shock that I’m not fighting him on it anymore. Relief because I said it back.

His lips crush mine in the sweetest kiss we’ve ever shared before he pulls back, brushing a strand of hair from my face. He’s gorgeous all the time, but right now, laying naked on top of me with the moonlight streaming in and snow gently falling outside our window, he’s beautiful.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice husky as his emerald eyes gaze into my amber ones.

“I love you, Jason Miller.”

He grins, “I love you, Katherine Young.”