Great, my night was shot. I knew Jason enough to know he would brood about this.
“Let it out,” I said, as I stood by the door. Jason had already made his way into the house.
“What’s to say?” he growled. He was pissed.
“Jason, I never dated him. You can ask anyone. He was the one who wanted more, not me,” I said flatly.
“It’s fine, let’s go to bed,” he muttered as he went upstairs.
I let my head drop back and hit my front door. “Fuckin’ Jeremy,” I mumbled.
Jason was in the shower. Ouch. I was going to assume it was a cold one, since his hard-on had only gotten worse the moment we stepped into the car.
“Jason?” I knocked, but he didn’t answer. “Jason, I'm coming in.” I said, as I opened the door. There he was naked in the shower. It had to be cold because the moment I walked in my body shivered.
“Jason! Are you crazy?” I nearly shouted as I turned on the hot water. “You’ll catch a cold or something.” But he didn’t answer. “Why are you so angry? I didn’t do anything wrong!” I stated.
“I'm not mad at you. Just leave it alone,” he bit out.
“No, I want to talk about it. Why are you so angry?” I asked, waiting for his answer.
, Oh, fuck this! I stepped into the shower clothes and all, grabbed his face, and kissed him. His lips were tight and his muscles ridged; I licked his lips begging to be let in. Jason slowly relented and eased up as his hands grabbed me. He nearly threw me up against the wall of the shower as the water rained down on us. He ripped my shirt off and pulled my skirt up. He stopped for a moment and stared into my eyes. The same grey eyes as when he was a boy. Jason was scared and vulnerable. He rested his head on mine as he entered me. The water cooled off my hot skin as Jason slowly fucked me. My pussy was greedy for his cock; I pushed down and gyrated my hips. Jason moved in a rhythmic pace as he dug his fingers in my shoulders, pushing me down and forcing me not to move.
“Kassia, I love you,” he said in a tortured voice.
“Jason, I love you, too,” I said breathlessly.
Jason hammered inside me, making my already worked pussy wither further. My body quivered as my orgasm barreled down. Jason’s pace quickened as he rocked harder into me. His head fell back as he clenched his teeth. His hand grabbed my ass and held it like a vise as he came.
“I'm sorry,” he said quietly. “I was upset, not at you, but at myself for getting jealous. I know you love me. I'm sorry,” he said softly. I smiled and kissed him.
“Just remember this when I get jealous, because you know that’s going to happen.” I laughed.
“Why?” He looked puzzled.
“Really? A young hot SWAT officer like yourself, walking around Manhattan? Yeah, I'm pretty much screwed.” I winked.
Coming Together
Jason finally moved in. At first, I was a little nervous, well more like apprehensive. I needed my space to write and I was afraid of this new commitment, but Jason took all my fears away, except one.
Every day he went out there, I was scared to death to lose him. I hated that he was a SWAT officer, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. To him, his job was his identity and I couldn’t ask him to give it up because of my fear. Believe me, I wanted butto, but I didn’t, I couldn’t.
“I'm off to work. It’s a double, so make sure to put the alarm on when I leave,” he said, as he leaned up against the door frame, looking at me typing.
“I know Jason, I know.” He was so annoying with the stupid alarm. He would tell me every freaken time he worked.
“Seeing you annoyed only makes me want to irritate you more,” he warned. I stopped typing and glared at him.
“Go already. I’ll put the alarm on.” I waved him off.
The moment I heard the door close I felt at peace. I was finally alone. I had the itch to write this story, which gnawed at me for weeks. The words flowed like never before. I loved it. It was late into the night when I realized I forgot the stupid alarm. I went downstairs and armed it. My phone began to vibrate; shit, I had forgotten it upstairs on my desk. I ran up the stairs to catch it, but I missed the call. It was Jason. I pressed play on the message he left me.
“I know you probably forgot the stupid alarm. I miss you and love you. Keep writing and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I sat content in my life with everything the way it should be. My writing had gotten better. No doubt because of the change Jason had done to me. My world no longer was confined to these four walls. I now had a life outside. One I loved and treasured; one that, thanks to Jason and his love, I was able to finally attain.