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  I hung up the phone and went to the kitchen, finding Kat stooped over a pile of broken glass, sweeping it into a dustbin and dumping it into the box of shards. “Kat, baby, don’t. I have people coming. I don’t want you to cut yourself.”

  She straightened and shot me a sheepish smile. “I’m a mom, it’s in my DNA to clean up messes now.” I laughed and she shrugged. “Habits.”

  I filled her in on the details of the cleaning crew, and she offered to wait with me until they got there. I noted that she was still in her work clothes and although she looked gorgeous just like she was, I knew she’d likely been on her feet since an early hour, and that standing around my messy kitchen probably wasn’t the best way she could spend the next few hours.

  I ran my fingers down the side of her face. “Baby, go home, take a hot shower, get comfortable, and I’ll be over as soon as they get here.” A flicker of doubt crossed her face. “I promise I won’t run off,” I assured her, offering a smile.

  “All right,” she agreed. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

  I drew her face close to mine and took her lips in mine, the first time since the early morning I left her to report to my base right before shipping out. Her lips trembled as I took them, and I was surprised that she appeared to be just as nervous as I felt on the inside. I raised my other hand to her, and framed her face as the kiss deepened. Her trembling stopped and a soft purr vibrated in the back of her throat. Her hands slipped up my back and each move her fingers made against my shirt sent scorching fires trailing up and down. Our lips moved in sync, at a frantic, desperate pace, as we devoured each other, no movement, sensation, or pulse of pleasure and desire unnoticed.

  “God, Kat,” I groaned when we parted, our heads still resting together as we caught our breath.

  “I know,” she whispered back.

  There was no need for explaining the way I felt about her. She knew it, and by some miracle, after everything I’d put her through, felt the same.

  * * * *

  The hour we spent apart while I got things sorted at the house, stretched on forever, and by the time I broke away and raced across the small town to her house, all nerves faded away, replaced with red hot lust. I had to have her, and I didn’t care if I un-did all my physical therapy in one night, I was going to fuck her until we both couldn’t move anymore.

  Kat appeared to be on the same page, because I’d barely stepped inside—the front door was hanging wide open—as she ripped my shirt off of me, throwing it aside and reaching for my belt buckle, before I got a chance to say hello.

  She kicked the door shut before grabbing my halfway undone belt, and dragged me down the hallway to her room. I laughed as I followed along, knowing that I looked just as crazy as she did as we eye fucked each other the whole way.

  We got into her bedroom, and I smiled to find that she’d lit some candles and had some music playing low in the background. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this moment,” I told her, letting my eyes wander over every inch of her. I hadn’t really had time to notice what she was wearing thanks to her blitz attack in the doorway. She was wearing a short black robe that was loosely tied in the front, open enough at the top to show off enough of her tits to get me rock hard. Her long, model legs went on for days, and all I wanted was to get them wrapped around my back as quickly as possible.

  “Actually, I think I do…” she replied, untying the matching sash, opening the robe slowly, all of her previous haste evaporated, as she made each move. The robe slipped away, pooling at her feet, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

  She was even more fucking gorgeous than in my craziest dreams.

  A black corset enveloped her, pushing her tits up into pillows that I couldn’t wait to bury my face in. The tight garment wrapped her waist, syncing it in to highlight her hourglass shape, the gentle curves of her hips flared out, accentuated by the panties that matched the corset. My cock throbbed as I looked her over, thinking of all the ways I wanted to have her. When my eyes made their way back up to hers, she was smiling, watching me take her in. “You like?”

  “Like is not nearly a strong enough word…” I replied, throwing her a wicked smile. I drew her to me, and my fingers began what was sure to be a very extensive search of her body, running down her neck, shoulders, and arms. “You remember that email I sent you?”

  Kat smiled and a tinge of pink hit her cheeks. “I think I know the one you mean…”

  “I want to fuck you Kat, tonight, tomorrow, and every night I get after that.”

  She laughed. “I think we can probably arrange that.”

  I kissed her, swallowing up her giggle, and kicking up the heat ten degrees. Her hands went back to work at my belt buckle and I smiled, knowing she was every bit as eager as I was to get the night started. With a sinful smile, she pushed my jeans and boxer briefs down my hips, grazing the deep v-lines on either side, before shoving the clothes off the rest of the way. I stepped free of them, kicking the pile to the side, and looked up to see Kat eying me with a new hunger in her eyes. My cock was at full attention, pulsing with electric current, screaming for her velvet touch. Kat read my mind and took me in her hands, stroking from root to tip, wrapping her hand around the thick base, and smiling all the more. “God, Jace, I need you. All of you. Right now.”

  I was all too happy to oblige. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing the firm but supple skin there, completely bare and exposed except for the high cut lace of her panties. She tilted her head back and I moved my lips to the exposed places on her neck, kissing and tonguing her hot skin.

  We moved to the bed, and my heart screeched to a halt, pulling my mind back to the reality of the constraints of my body, as we lowered down. Kat lay down easily, and writhed below, waiting for me to join her. Her smile faltered at my hesitation. “What’s wrong?” She propped up on her elbows into a halfway sitting position and stared up at me.

  “I just need a second,” I grit out, mad as hell that I couldn’t move the way I wanted to. If I had it my way, I’d already be buried in her pussy by now, thrusting into her so hard it would feel like we were both about to shatter. As I bent over, my back seized, and I mentally counted back to my last dose of pain pills. It hadn’t been so long that I could take more, but I knew the effects were wearing off.

  Kat watched as I lowered myself to her bed, carefully, gingerly. Her expression shifted from confusion, to something far worse…pity.

  “Right, Jace, God, I’m so sorry. I forgot…” she moved to try and help me and I struggled to keep my mouth shut and not snap at her. I had to remind myself that if we were going to be together, and have a real relationship, she was going to see every bit of me, which included my flaws and limitations. Not something that thrilled me, but it was reality.

  I held up a hand to stop her. “I’m good, I got it.”

  “Do you think we can still…?” Kat started, but let her question fade away.

  I sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully moved my way up, towards the headboard. “Of course, although, if you had your heart set on missionary…you might be out of luck till I can take some more pills.”

  Kat smiled. “I guess we’ll just have to get creative,” she said suggestively, with a delicious smile at her lips, all traces of pity gone.

  A wave of relief flooded over me, quickly followed by a renewed pulse of desire. I put my hand on her bare thighs and traced my way up, towards the sweet center that I knew would be dripping wet and ready for me, by the time I got done with her. “Take off those panties, baby. I need to see that sweet, pink pussy.”

  Kat smiled, and followed my instructions. She got out of the bed and shimmied out of the panties, and I just about came right there in the bed just watching her. I scooted my way down to lay flat on my back. “Come here baby, I need to feel you. Are you nice and wet?”

  “Mmhmm,” she purred. She came over and straddled my hips, spreading herself open for me, a shiver running
through me as she reached behind and stroked my cock. I raised my hand to her and stroked the soft, wet folds. She moaned and ground against my hand. It was obvious she hadn’t been touched like this in a long time. I worked her clit in slow, sensual circles, building the tension there until she was moaning loudly and panting for more. Only then, did I grab her hips and guided her up to sit with her pussy hovering above my lips. “Yes, Jace! Please!” She cried out as my tongue darted out to lick the wetness away. She clung to the headboard as I began to lick and suck at her clit as she sat on my face.

  I thrust a finger inside her and found the sweet spot that made her scream out my name, and whispered, “Yes, that’s good. Come for me, baby. I want your sweet juices all over my face.” I sucked hard at her clit, teasing the small bud between my lips, still stroking her from the inside, and Kat began to vibrate and shake above me.

  “Shit! Jace!” She gasped and shuddered as she came, drenching my lips and fingers. She continued to shake and moan as the waves pulsed over her, and I smiled, knowing that even though I wanted more, I could stop then and be completely satisfied knowing that I’d been able to bring her to such heights.

  When she stilled, she sagged against the headboard, her legs still spread over my face. “That was insane,” she panted.

  “It’s not over yet, baby.”

  She giggled and worked her way back down my body, coming to rest on my hips, my cock rock hard and pulsing for attention as her soaking wet pussy neared. She stopped short, but reached behind her and stroked the shaft. “No, it’s not.” With a wicked smile, she lifted up and lowered onto my cock, letting me slide into her slowly, one tight inch at a time, until I was fully inside her, stretching and filling her. She sighed, and stayed completely still for a moment, her eyes pressed closed. “God, you feel good.”

  “Likewise,” I teased, my fingers finding her clit and gently rubbing the tender bud. She moaned and began rocking back and forth. I hissed out a breath of ecstasy as she rode me hard and fast, desperate for another release. Her walls tightened and gripped around me, driving me insane. I couldn’t hold on for long, but waited until she was ready, her pussy impossibly tight around me, and we exploded together, clinging together for dear life as we came down from the peak. I was still inside Kat when she sank down against my chest, her forehead slick with sweat, her breath coming in pants. After a while, she rolled to her side and we rested together, lazily touching and exploring each other, recommitting each detail to memory. When my hard-on reappeared half an hour later, Kat smiled and stroked it with a suggesting smile.

  With a little fumbling, I got onto my side and fucked her slow and intense, as we stared into each other’s faces, seeing every flicker of pleasure, as we built to a steady, and deeply satisfying climax that reverberated through us.

  “Jace,” Kat mumbled, her face halfway buried in my chest.

  “Hmm?”

  She raised her head, and I could see the glimmer of her eyes in the moonlight from outside the window. “Don’t go.” She swallowed hard. “To Chicago, I mean. I can’t do long distance, not with Jax, and I can’t move there with you until I’m done with school.”

  I stroked her hair, soothing her back down against my chest. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure something out.”

  “Really?” The surprise in her voice made me laugh softly.

  “Really.”

  There was a long pause, and then her sleepy little voice said, “I love you, Jace.”

  “I love you, Kat.”

  Seconds later her breathing evened out and I knew she’d fallen asleep. I knew my body was going to hate me in the morning, but I took a deep breath of the soft, floral scent of Kat’s hair and found it impossible to care. Kat was in my arms, where she belonged, and everything else faded to the background.

  Chapter Eight — Kat

  True to his word, Jace finagled a way to stay in town. The owner of his shop and small apartment hadn’t managed to find a new occupant, and were all too happy to let Jace stay in the space. He still moved his tattoo equipment to a storage space, but other than that, very little changed. Well, other than having to buy all new furniture and dishes. Weeks melted into months, and it surprised me how quickly Jace, Jax, and I settled into a new routine. Jace fit in seamlessly, and if anything, served as an anchor to our lives, rather than a distraction—or burden, as Jace had feared. He was able to stay home with Jax when I went to work, and took care of him most nights when I was at school. I was nearing the end of my program and spent most evenings working on schoolwork, even if it wasn’t a school night. Hilda was around to help out when Jace was having a bad day, but even those were becoming less frequent. I knew he wanted to get off the pain medication, but his back still hurt him most days, despite his progress with physical therapy and other treatments.

  Jace had put his Chicago home up for rent, and planned to keep it as an investment property since there was no way Jax and I would be able to relocate to Chicago anytime soon, at least not without another custody war with Mitch. For the time being, everything was as it should be. The best part of the arrangement was having someone to come home to every night, even when Jax was with his dad. With my breakneck school and work routine, home with Jace and Jax was my safe haven.

  Especially on nights after a long day at work, and school. Like tonight.

  I let myself into the house, and smiled when I heard Jace call out, “Hey baby!” I shut the front door and went into the living room, after dropping my school bag by the front door, unable to find the energy to drag it to the couch. I knew I’d have to get up again to put it in the closet where I normally stashed it in order to keep Jax out of it—a lesson learned after he’d busted into my highlighters and “colored” the front of the fridge. Jace was sitting on the couch and his face fell after surveying my condition. “Damn, you look beat.”

  I nodded. “This final project is gonna be the death of me. Between the drive, the demanding clients, and hauling furniture around all day, I’m worn out. I’m an old lady, remember?” I winked at Jace and he laughed. It was a running joke between us that somewhere along the way, I’d become a cougar, preying upon young, impressionable men like Jace who fell into my trap.

  Jace gestured for me to join him on the couch, and I noted the way he was sitting up, ramrod straight, which was a sure sign that his back was bothering him. I snuggled up to him, careful not to put too much pressure on him as I leaned in. He wrapped an arm around me and stroked the ends of my hair between his fingers.

  “Where’s Jax?” I asked.

  “Bath time. Hilda came over a little while ago to check on us. I was having some trouble getting on my knees to scrub him down, so she took over.”

  I reached up and stroked the side of his face, silently reassuring him. He hated to admit when he needed help. “Do you need anything?”

  He shook his head. “Nah. I’m just waiting for the drugs to kick in. Should be any minute.”

  “Tell me about your day? What did you guys do?”

  “The usual,” Jace answered, smiling down at me. “Little man and I took Mickey out for a walk, stopped for a hot cocoa at that coffee shop on fifth, and came back to have dinner and do the bedtime bit.”

  “Sounds nice. I wish I could have been there.” I frowned, battling off a wave of mommy guilt. I hated that school had kicked into overtime and was sucking up every spare minute. I’d lost enough time with Jax during the custody war with Mitch. “Thanks for being there with him. He adores you, you know.”

  Jace smiled. “That feeling is pretty mutual, you know?”

  I nodded. I did know. Jace and Jax had made an impossibly adorable duo since the moment they had met. Those two spending so much time together had only turned the cute dial up, and the result was pretty hard to resist. Jace still slept at his own apartment, neither of us wanting to cause Jax confusion over our relationship until we figured out our next steps. But every morning, Jax shot out of bed, raced down the hall, and s
tood watch at the front window, Mickey by his side, to wait for Jace to come over for the day.

  “There is something I wanted to talk to you about,” Jace said. I sat up straighter, the tone of his voice setting me on edge. “You know how I’ve been getting emails and stuff from fans?”

  “Yeah?” After Jace’s series finale interview had aired, his fans had rallied around him, sending messages on social media, emails, and even some physical letters or gifts.

  “Well, I got one today from a Dr. Hannigan. He’s the lead surgeon at an institution in Texas. They’ve been doing a lot of research and trials with a new type of back surgery. Anyways, he contacted me because he is confident that his team could repair my disks and relieve me of my back pain. He’s willing to do the surgery for free, and said he is available at my earliest convenience to do a consultation.”

  “That’s great!” I turned to face him, to get a read on his expression. He looked pained and conflicted. “Isn’t it?”

  Jace sighed. “I’ve been going back and forth. The procedure itself sounds promising, but I mean it’s not without risks. There’s a chance, a small one, things could end up worse than they are now. I don’t know what I would do…”

  I took his hand and squeezed it. “I understand. But, I think it’s worth going to at least talk to the doctor. Right?”

  Jace nodded. “There’s one other thing,” he paused, and I knew that whatever he was thinking wasn’t going to be easy for him to say. My heart raced as he hesitated, an illogical grip of fear taking hold. “I’d need a lot of help, you know, for the recovery part. I don’t think I could live on my own, and I wouldn’t want to stay in Texas at their aftercare facility, at least, not long term. I know you have Jax and it wouldn’t be easy, but…maybe we need to revisit the idea of me moving in.”

  I nodded, the implications rolling around in my mind. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Jace to live with me. The idea of going to sleep with him every night and waking up to him every morning thrilled me to the point where I thought my heart might burst with joy. As it was, we had to sneak in times to make love, and only got to sleep together on the weekends when Jax was with Mitch and Hannah. “Honestly, having you here full time would be amazing. I think about it all the time, Jace. I only hesitated for so long because of Jax and not wanting to confuse him. When we first decided to do this, to be together, I knew we would have to slow down and ignore our impulse to dive in head first. But things have changed, I want you here, to be an official family.”