Mine, Not Hers (True Love Book 1) (6 page)

Katie

Jason and I are inseparable the rest of his senior year. I attend every single sporting event he’s in. Football, basketball, track meets and even his weekend softball games, I’m there. He spends most of his free time, not that he has much, at the bakery or at my house. I help out at the bakery for free whenever they need extra help. My parents love him like a son, and his parents love me, too. Our lives have merged together perfectly, like we were made for each other. That’s the cliché everyone uses about us, and it’s true.

I know we’ll be together forever. Everyone around us sees it. The other girls at school have gotten the message loud and clear. We’ve had a few incidents when a girl gets him alone at school or a party and offers him all kinds of things. That’s the first and the last time they ever make that mistake. He’s made his interest in me crystal clear to the girls, and to the other guys around. After the incident at the Halloween party, guys won't even come near me.

We talk a lot about our future, his career, my indecisiveness, everything. We plan our life together: School before marriage, marriage before kids and never,
ever
, spend too much time apart. We know what we want, and that’s each other. Everything else will fall into place.

He decides to attend Northwestern. It’s close by, we will still see each other and it has a top rated Physical Therapy school.

Perfect.

* * *

I know that I have to get more involved to keep myself busy in my senior year or I’ll go insane. Colleen is between boyfriends, which helps a lot because she manages to stay one step ahead of the game. She will definitely keep me hopping.

She gets a paying job at Weber's Bakery. She's saving up for college. She has notions of going to study somewhere in the northeast. Dartmouth, Yale, and Princeton - she always sets her sights high. I'm still working for free. I don't need the money, and the Webers are always so kind to me it’s fun to help out. Colleen loves the job especially when she notices how many guys stop by to grab a cookie and her phone number.

Jason is studying like crazy. Once his mind is set on a goal, he achieves it no matter what. He’s taking the maximum number of hours each semester and even lands a work-study job. I drop in on him at his dorm, the library, anywhere we can spend time together. I’m pretty adept at giving him blowjobs in the library. I can be very quiet. We almost got caught once, but that just made it more exciting. He has turned me into a sex addict. I just can't get enough when I'm around him.

After a brief pregnancy scare right before graduation, I get on the pill. I talk frankly about sex with my mother, and she’s happy that I am choosing to be responsible. We will have plenty of kids someday, but not now. It also allows us to be spontaneous with our sex life. If we are driving to dinner, we can pull over and screw each other’s brains out without fussing with condoms.

One topic that I can never really escape is what I want to do with my future other than be Jason’s wife. He wants me to be happy and fulfilled, and he supports any choice I make. My parents are a different story. They are waiting to find out what colleges I'm interested in, and what I might want to study, but I've struggled to find an interest. I’m so lazy in school. Good grades come so easily to me, that I don’t fully invest in any particular area of study. I excel at math, I'm more than proficient at writing, I even master Spanish IV. Colleen and I attend the college fair held at the school. She wants to get her face out there to the admissions officers who may be attending. I don’t even consider any school that isn't in Chicago, which has excellent schools but limits my possibilities. I also don't want to burden my parents with outrageous tuition bills so I hope I can find something affordable. Northwestern is definitely out: It’s too pricey.

After looking into a few schools, and more than a few meetings with my school counselor, I decide to go into nursing. My parents are thrilled! Mom babbles non-stop: I love her, but if I tell her I’m going into waste management, she will have had the same reaction.

Jason, on the other hand, is truly happy, telling me I’ll make a wonderful nurse. He always says the perfect thing without even trying,

We study together when we can; we both know neither of us need extra help. It’s just an excuse for an extra, late-night trip to the library. I whiz through nursing school, and I love it. I graduate with honors. Jason completed his undergraduate degree the year before, and is already working toward his masters.

Katie

As Jason nears completing his masters, his father is diagnosed with liver cancer. He struggles though long, grueling treatments before he passes away. The entire family is devastated. I accept an R.N. position in a small pediatrician’s office, and Jason is able to put the job he was offered on hold. He decides to focus on helping his mother with the day-to-day operations of the bakeries. They had expanded their business over the years to twenty-three small stores around Chicago, having become locally famous for their bread recipes.

After his father dies, his mother insists she’ll sell Weber Breads. She had lost her passion for the business without her husband by her side, and the sale will make her comfortable for the rest of her life. They had received numerous offers in the past to sell, so she knew just who to call when the time came. That puts Jason’s mind at ease. He was ready to give up everything he had worked so hard for, to help his mother. The sale was completed by late summer. Knowing that his mother is set financially, eases Jason’s mind to get his life back on track. He’s ready to start his job and begin planning our future, and so am I. He mentions frequently, almost daily, that we can make a quick trip to the justice of the peace, but my mother will kill me.

Being an only child and a girl, my mother has been planning a wedding for me for a long time. Jason doesn’t care about any of it. He just wants us to be married, and for me to be happy.

He worries about my safety when we aren’t together. I think he wanted to hire a bodyguard for me when I was in school. My clinical training had me working all hours of the night in some tough neighborhoods. I took some self-defense classes that they offered for free, but I never told him, because I didn't want him to think that I was ever worried or scared. That would do him in.

I really love my job at the pediatrician’s office. The doctor’s are great, and everyone on staff gets along well. On my birthday a few of the nurses insist on taking me out. Jason is so busy at night getting up to speed at the practice he’s going to work for, I reluctantly agree. I’ve never had much of a social life, even in college. If I wasn't busy studying, any extra time was for Jason. I think it will be fun to have some girl time.

We go to a local restaurant within walking distance of our office. No one wants to drive, so one of the girls asks her boyfriend to pick us all up later so we are free to have fun. I was going to offer to drive since I’m not a big drinker. I seem to have an aversion to alcohol or maybe alcohol has an aversion to me. One or two drinks, I’m OK, more than that I go from sober to blacking out quickly. I’m way too small to be able to keep up with these girls. Jason seems to like it when I have a little and get the giggles. We also have great sex when I’m tipsy. Then again, we
always
have great sex, but I figure, what’s the harm? I’ll have a cocktail, and then surprise him later for some stress relief, the Katie kind.

It’s Ladies’ Night at the restaurant. Some sporting event is on TV and its buy one, get one free for the women. We skip eating and head straight for the bar. I start slow with a glass of wine. I can make a night of sipping on one glass. One of the girls buys a round of shots while they sing Happy Birthday to me, and I feel really good after two of these. When the game on the TV ends, the karaoke begins. After a couple more shots, we’re screaming for each awful singer and having a blast.

Someone requests some old-school Madonna
Like A Virgin
, my favorite song ever. I run to the mike and take over. No one will ever mistake my singing for Madonna’s, for sure. I imitate her music video by rolling around seductively on the floor. Groups of men who had been discussing the game take notice and begin to whistle and yell. One in particular is cute. He’s wearing a Bears jersey and keeps his eyes on me.

Everything I’m looking at seems fuzzy, but he’s close enough for me to see him clearly. I’m still in character as I crawl over to where he’s sitting, which is right in front of the large piece of carpet that doubles as a stage. I slowly climb up his leg and turn and shake my ass right in his face. I think my work friends are all going to die laughing. They’re screaming at the top of their lungs. He puts his hands around my waist and yanks me down hard onto his lap. He has an erection from watching me dance; I can feel it through his jeans.

I don't know what is happening in my brain, but my lips are all over him. I kiss him with wild, reckless abandon. He tastes like warm beer, but I’m too drunk to care. His hands are all over me. He’s kissing me back aggressively. Not in the sweet, passionate way Jason does, but with raw sexual lust. As my senses slowly return, I realize that the bar is quiet. I look up and my song has ended, and no one else is on stage. All eyes are on my lap-dance recipient and me. My friends are gawking at me, their mouths wide open. They don’t really know me very well since I’ve only been working there a few months. This is the first time I’ve ever socialized with any of them, and it could be my last by the looks on their faces. None of them have even met Jason yet. Oh, dear God, Jason.

I sober up quickly and extricate myself from this poor guys lap. He’s so hard, he’s embarrassed, and tries to cover his swollen crotch the best he can. I rush out of the bar after throwing a quick wave to the girls. I’m mortified. I walk three feet and throw up violently in a nearby trashcan. Thankfully, it’s a Monday night in the suburbs, and no one’s around.

I stumble the couple of blocks back to the office to get my car. I know I shouldn't drive, but I need to see Jason. I just know he’ll see right through my guilt. What I did at the bar, wasn't nothing, it was something. I don't know what got into to me. Oh yeah, booze.

I’ve never had any desire to be with anyone else, ever, and
really
don’t now. As fleeting and exciting as that was, it makes me sick to think about now. Jason is the sexiest guy I have ever seen, and he’s all mine. Our sex life is amazing, and he has always treated me like a precious gift. I guess it was just the thrill of something a little different combined with the buzz that had me acting that way.

When I reach the apartment, thankfully without wrecking the car, I park and go to peek in the window. His head is buried in his books on the kitchen table. I knock lightly and I hear him bump around the furniture from being startled. He opens the door, and the look on his face is so endearing I jump into his arms and begin to cry. He can instantly tell that I’ve had too much to drink, and reasons that’s why I’m crying. He holds me so sweetly, and rocks me back and forth. He strokes my hair and looks into my eyes.

"Hi Katie-Matie, I missed you."

Whoosh, straight to my groin. My plan was to confess the whole thing, but I’m too turned on by the sight and smell of him. I point to the bedroom, and he scoops me up.  He carries me in his arms, and we kiss as we walk down the hall. He tosses me down on his freshly made bed. He is intoxicatingly sexy. His five-o'clock shadow, his beautiful dark brown hair, just a little long because he hasn't had it cut, and those piercing blue eyes. He keeps his body in top shape, too, always running and doing calisthenics to keep himself fit. His long, muscular torso is gleaming with sweat when he takes off his shirt. He kneels down beside me on the bed.

"Even though I shouldn't take advantage of someone in, your
condition
,” he says with a sexy grin, "I don't think I can help myself."

His large erection lets me know just how ready he is. Jason has such measured control when it comes to sex. Even in the throes of passion, he keeps the rhythm under control to make it last. It drives me crazy! He knows my body better than I do, knows how to worship it, and worship it he does.

"Get down here."

I pull him on top of me. My head is spinning as I lie down, but somehow it adds to the experience. He’s kissing my face so sweetly. My eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and then moves onto my ears and neck. Quick little bites and nibbles on my already over-sensitive skin are creating a burning between my thighs. I'm already wet with anticipation. He is so skilled, and everything he knows, he has used me for his classroom. Together we are uninhibited. Our love is so strong, and our trust in one another makes our relationship safe for anything.

At some point in the course of his mad seduction, he has removed my clothes. I’m in another world, floating with pleasure. He leans down to kiss my breasts. Licking gently between, then focusing on one. With a repressed hunger, he begins sucking my nipple. I feel his hot tongue circling and sucking, pulling it like it’s attached to my loins. I writhe under him, crazy with the sensation, I hear myself beg him.

"Please, lower, I want to feel you."

He happily obliges. He slides down the bed and grabs my knees. He pushes them up to my chest, and yanks them open. I am wide open for him to explore. I shake when his greedy tongue goes right into my slit. He groans loudly finding me so wet. He loves devouring me. One hand slips under my ass, and the other is on top of my mound. His deft fingers find my clit, and begin massaging it torturously slowly. His other hand is squeezing my ass, and his finger is teasing my tight hole. Just enough of a tickle: it puts me over the edge. I come loudly and forcefully, and my legs start to quiver. My head is spinning; it feels like I’m on the greatest roller coaster in the world. I grab the back of his head and push his face harder into me while I come. He loves every minute of it. He looks up at me with a triumphant grin.

"I love it when you’re ready. Look was it does to me.”

He rises up onto his knees with the biggest erection I think I have ever seen on him. He has a ferocious look on his face that’s directed at me. I know what’s coming, I can feel my body flush waiting for his to enter me and make me whole. He leans over me and kisses me lightly on the lips as he thrusts into me,
hard
. It’s such a contrast of sensation. I moan loudly, and that intensifies his need. He is pushing my knees into my chest making it so tight. His cock is stroking the sweet spot inside me that we’d discovered together. He knows how to make love to me, and it’s never boring or routine. Every time he makes it special.

These thoughts in my alcohol-rattled brain are enough to push me over the edge and I come again while squeezing his thickened cock. I enjoy my afterglow for only a short minute. I want to take more from him. I pull him out of me before he comes, and I turn him onto his back. I grab his wet shaft and slide my mouth down to his sac. I gag at first from the sheer size, but he is so deliciously salty and sweet, I swallow and take every delicious inch of him. He lies back and curses loudly. I can only hear the sound coming from my mouth sucking our juices off his beautiful body. I grip him at the base tightly, then suck one long length and let go. He jerks his hips and convulses into my mouth. I can feel his come on my lips and tongue. It’s a heady mixture of the two of us. I wipe my mouth with his shirt from the floor. He lies with his eyes closed, and doesn’t move a muscle other than his chest involuntarily rising and falling getting his breath to return.

I go to the kitchen to make us some drinks. I’m thirsty, and my head is beginning to throb just a little. I grab some ibuprofen from the shelf, and pour us two big glasses of lemonade from the fridge. When I return to bed, he’s sound asleep. The books and manuals all over his table indicate many hours of work tonight. I love to see him at rest; it’s so rare. I swallow the ibuprofen, and swig the cool lemonade. That’s exactly what I needed. I place the glasses on his nightstand, and snuggle in beside him. He reaches over and pulls me to him without even waking. I love this man.

When I wake up, Jason is gone. He’s left a note saying that he was going for an early run, and to please stay until he gets back. I look at the clock, which I see blurrily, read 6:45 a.m. I get up and wobble just a bit. I won't be doing that again soon, if ever. I do not handle booze well. Because of my size, it sneaks up on me pretty quick. Oh no, my friends from work. I hope they don't think badly of me. I'll have to explain my low tolerance for alcohol. I drag myself to the bathroom, and I’m frightened to catch of glimpse of my reflection. Worse than I even imagined. Mascara and lipstick smeared around my eyes and mouth. Between making out with a total stranger, and the hottest night of sex with Jason, I can't believe any of it's still on my face.

I run the shower, nice and hot, and find a towel. I scrub my body with his soap – God, I love that smell - and wash my face as best I can without any women's products around. The hot water feels so good, like everything inside is passing through my pores and rinsing down the drain. I hear Jason come in the front door - uh-oh - should have locked it - and he comes into the bathroom.

"Katie, you’re in the shower with the door unlocked? Please tell me you don't do that all the time, I won’t be able to sleep at night.”

“I don’t mean to, I guess I just don’t think about it. I’m sorry, I hate to make you worry."

I’m talking to him while luxuriating under the restorative hot water stream. I feel a blast of cold air from him getting into the shower with me. God, his body is beautiful. I get a tingle whenever I see him naked. He comes up behind me and holds me against his front.

"Did you wash your hair already? I love to do that."

"No, not yet, you can if you want," I reply.

He takes the shampoo and begins to massage my scalp. Heaven. I have died and gone to heaven. Any lingering hangover I had is gone now. He shifts his body so that the water is on top of my head, rinsing the shampoo away. His soapy hands continue to explore the rest of me.