Kat
Jason’s tongue on mine is the salve to near any situation. Even danger. Even ones that remind me of everything that I’ve tried to leave behind.
I let my fingers belong to his, let my mouth belong to him, and I’m safe again for a moment.
A moment is all it takes.
A moment took away the one person who meant the most to me, and a moment can give him back. Remembering what we had, what I might have in him again? Sometimes that’s all that keeps me going.
When I finally need to breathe again, I don’t let go of Jason. Because as much as I need him, that’s how much he needs me. I breathe him in, inhaling the taste of not just his lips but also his pain. His suffering. His struggle.
I mean, if I had any humor in this situation right now, I’d think how foolish those people are to mess with a man who is a deadly weapon. I’m not just talking about what my hands go to grip beneath his belt.
Jason is dangerous. He could kill all of them and do away with their backup and their backup’s backup. But I don’t find anything funny in this.
I know Jason doesn’t either. That’s why he tries to be a better man, even if he can’t see it. A life still has value to him.
A wild flutter in my chest tells me that after all this time apart, my body and my heart know that it’s always been Jason.
I want him to be mine, forever. I want a family. Something I never thought I’d say. I know Jason wants it, too, someday, though he fears what kind of father he’d be.
Jason finally stops ravaging my mouth, only to move his kisses to my neck. We’re tucked away somewhere in the shadows of the building now, far from the hail of gunshots that could have killed us both.
Jason has me. I’m safe. I realize I don’t fear anything when I’m with him.
No. I just trust in him, and it makes me lighter and safer and freer than I’ve ever felt before. Even though he’s one of the most dangerous men I know.
His mouth on my neck makes me shiver. His words take a moment to sink in before I realize the meaning of what he’s saying. I’m so caught up in sensations.
“Told myself I’d never let you near anything like that again,” Jason growls against my skin.
I feel his teeth nipping at my flesh, a stinging sensation sharp against the once-tender kisses. He gets back to the way he tenderly touched me, but there’s a possessiveness in how he holds me now that reveals the raging fire inside.
“Jason, I know…” I say, but I already know my placating words aren’t enough to calm him.
I put my hand on his heart. My fingers find his chin. “Jason,” I say, my words like a prayer.
This is all that ever calms him. And when we were apart, it was what I craved more than the feel of him between my thighs or the way he breathed into my neck when he came inside me.
No, I missed this strength we find together more than anything, and I say this as a woman who has had her eyes regularly roll back in her head from being fucked by this man.
Loving someone, even someone who fucks you incredibly, is so much more than anything else.
“Jason, we have this.” The words are almost stupid, I know. But these were the first words I said to him the first time I saw a wildfire in his eyes that neither of us knew how to put out.
Something between us clicked, locked, and fell into place, and that’s who we are now. The span of years means nothing.
Jason’s hand closes over mine, fingertips softly brushing my skin. The need is there, but it isn’t cloying at him and taking over his actions, his thoughts.
He’s here with me.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t care how silly it sounds.
But something about the air changes. There’s nothing silly in what either of us wants now, no.
Now that the imminent danger has passed, we can revel in the moment. The fact that we’re finally here together again.
Now the want is pure heat, electric lust practically crackling in the space between us. I close that space, crushing my tits against the soft wall of his chest just to feel the two of us closer.
Jason’s fingers tuck under the crook of my chin, and he makes me look up at him. The way he kisses me now isn’t sweet or tame. His tongue doesn’t wait for permission, but my mouth is already open for him.
His arms pull me up against him, and he’s already tearing my clothes to tatters.
Blindly, my hands are tearing at his belt to release the cock I need inside me now. I mean, that’s the other side of true intimacy. There’s the love—the inescapable way we both find solace in each other.
And there’s the way I need his cock stretching my pussy so perfectly that I forget my own name and I’m reduced to a puddle of sweat and cum.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jason says, his fingers on my pussy making me cry out a strangled yelp.
“I need you,” I tell him, my head falling back as I whimper.
He can take me from a normal person to a wanton, greedy-for-his-cock slut in a second or less, and he knows it. I see the smug look on his face now and I figure, hey, he’s earned it.
He drops to his knees and buries that smug grin in the wetness of my pussy, and I can’t remember any other thoughts. My hands fist his hair, and the pressure building within in me mounts higher with every stroke of his tongue.
I think I hear myself saying “fuck” a few times, but there’s nothing more coherent in my moans because my body is consumed with lust.