Page 22 of Pour Decisions (Stryker Family #3)

KATRINA

My legs feel like jelly even sitting down in the front passenger seat of his car.

I’d say I forgot how good JD is with his hands, but that’s a straight up lie.

I think about how good he is with his hands regularly.

No one else has even come close, even with my directions.

It’s like the difference between the star player on the team and second best. Sometimes it’s just an intangible edge that the star player has.

I watch his hands as he starts to drive us home. The slightly wild look in his eyes still hasn’t faded, and neither has the thick, long ridge in his pants that’s making me slightly feral myself.

I’d lean over and take his cock into my mouth as he drove if I had a death wish. I always loved how I could make him go from perpetually stoic to a moaning mess with a few flicks of my tongue.

I’ll get to hear those again tonight.

I push any thoughts of what this actually means deep down out of my head and think about how I’m going to make him fall to pieces.

We pull into the garage, and the moment he’s in park, he has his hands on me, pulling me in for a kiss.

We’ve made out in his car countless times, but it was his old, beat up truck in the past. His new, fancy SUV has a console in the middle that makes it hard for me to get to where I want.

“Inside,” he says, breaking apart from me breathlessly.

We get out of the car and rush to the door, my hands unable to stay off of him. I run them over his chest and down to his crotch as he fumbles with his keys, finally opening the door.

Bubba, completely unaware of what’s happening, does an excited dance and barks when he sees us.

“Bubba, hold on,” JD says, tossing his keys into the bowl next to the door. Bubba whines, going between the two of us. “I know, but we’re busy right now doing human stuff.”

Still, Bubba whines some more until JD gives in and pets him.

“Get in the bedroom and take off all your clothes,” he says. “I’ll be there in a second.”

I do as he says while JD takes care of Bubba. Even though JD has had his hands all over me, there’s a difference between him feeling me and seeing me. When we were together last, I was in the best shape of my life from dancing all the time. Now I’m still fit, but not nearly as much as I was.

Still, I do what he asked and toss my clothes onto the big chair in the corner. Despite my nerves, I’m still damp between my legs and antsy for him to get back. Should I pose? Just sit here?

I end up sitting on my hip, watching the door. He comes in moments later, alone. The second he looks at me, his eyes darken even more with lust.

“Get on your knees, facing me,” he says, his voice rough.

I do as he asks, my breasts swaying. His eyes drink me in, not missing a single inch.

“Perfect. So fucking perfect,” he says, half to himself. He peels his shirt off and tosses it onto the chair with my clothes.

He’s thicker with muscle everywhere, but with a bit of softness there that I appreciate. It makes him look sturdier, and I want him to scoop me up and hold me to him.

Instead, I put my hands out, reaching for his belt. He’s so fucking hard that I bet it’s uncomfortable to be wearing anything.

“Let me take care of you first,” he says, stopping me.

“Does the orgasm you gave me outside not count?” I brush his hands aside and undo his belt. “And god, look at this cock.”

He’s rock hard, his tip already leaking with precum. His knees wobble when I grasp him near the base of his cock, and he sucks in a breath when I tap his tip against the flat of my tongue. I suck him down slowly, letting my free hand run up and down the goosebumps on his thighs.

“Get on the bed before you collapse on the floor,” I say with a grin. I scoot over and he sits, laying backward.

I settle between his thighs and run my tongue from his balls to his tip, then envelop him with my mouth. His entire body reacts, like he’s been struck by lightning.

“Kitten, please,” he says, his chest heaving. “Please.”

“Please continue to do this?” I lock eyes with him as I take him all the way into the back of my throat. My eyes water and I nearly gag, but the pained whimper I get from him makes it worth it. At least until things click. “Wait, your back. God, I’m the worst. Did I…?”

“You’d have to drive over me with a truck to make me stop you,” he says.

“Okay, that’s almost a worse answer.” I sit up.

“Not literally.” His gaze skims all over my body, lingering on my breasts.

“Do you promise that you’ll tell me if it hurts?” I ask. He sighs. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” he says.

“Good.”

I get back into place and slowly take him deep in my throat again.

His fingers dig into my curls, his hips canting up just a touch. I’ve missed how he sounds, completely unselfconscious and loud and free. It’s like all the energy holding up his serious walls comes crashing down and a tsunami of pleasure just washes over him.

I’m not going to torture him, as much as I want to. His body sags when I release his cock from my mouth, and it leaks even more against his stomach. I climb up the bed and tuck myself against his side, turning his head to kiss him.

I could kiss him all day long, our bodies pressed together.

The soft scratch of his dark chest hair against my front, the nip of his teeth against my bottom lip, the size of his hands cupping my ass.

His fingers slip between my folds from behind, teasing me in all the sensitive spots before dipping inside me just enough to graze my sweet spot.

With just a little bit of teasing, I’m nearly coming apart. I nip his lip harder than I intend to, holding back the loud cry I want to let out. I’ve never been able to keep quiet with him. His neighbors in the past hated us, but now we’re all alone. Why am I trying to stay quiet for no reason?

So I let myself be as loud as I want, and I feel his cock grow harder just from my reactions.

“I need you,” I say when I’m close to the edge. I want to come with the fullness of him inside of me.

“I don’t have condoms,” he says, still breathless.

For a second I wonder if he doesn’t have them because he ran out at some point, or if it’s because he hasn’t slept with anyone in his bed in a long time. But I shove that thought out of my head.

“I have an implant,” I say. “And I got tested recently. Everything came back negative. But you can pull out and come on my tits if you want.”

His gaze heats up at the idea—it was one of his favorite things to do before.

He sits up, parting my thighs and getting between them. He runs the tip of his cock up and down my slit with one hand while he braces himself over me with the other. I try to scoot up so he’ll slip it in, but he does it in his own time. And when he does?

God. I forgot how good he feels, just big enough to stretch me but not so much that it’s uncomfortable. He takes his time—judging by the look on his face, he’s going slow so he can maintain some semblance of control.

“You’re so fucking wet and tight and —” He pauses and sucks in a breath. “I just need you to know I’m barely going to last. But I’m going to fuck you the rest of the night, so we can make it up.”

I grin at the strain in his voice. “Fine with me.”

He makes these hot, animalistic sounds as he gets into it more, his sole focus on hitting all the right spots. I know he promised me he’d tell me if he was hurting, but I still watch him. The line between pain and pleasure is thin.

The pressure starts to build up inside me, in that deep spot.

His eyes are locked onto mine, our breath mingling as he bites his lip and falls apart. He was right about lasting, but I don’t care right now. I just want to savor the way he looks right now.

He’s panting by the time he finishes all over my breasts, his eyes wild and hair mussed. His expression turns sheepish a few seconds later.

“I want to get you off but I might have overextended myself a bit,” he says, his voice soft.

I stroke his cheek and give him a soft kiss.

“That sucks.” I prop up a few pillows and gently nudge him toward them. “Guess I’ll have to sit on your face, then.”

He grins and lays back against the pillows, his body propped up, and I hop on. I’ve barely caught my balance when he buries his face between my legs. I cry out and press my ass back toward him, which only spurs him on. How did I ever live without sex like this?

I come in what feels like ten seconds, leaving scratches on his thighs.

Now that I’ve gotten off, I go limp , my breath coming in heavy. I roll off him so I’m facing him, tucked into his arms with my face against his collarbone.

“Just a second,” he says, kissing my forehead.

He slips out of bed and heads to the bathroom.

The familiarity and the gentle slip into intimacy again only makes me self-conscious once I’ve come back down from my high. But I don’t want to kill the moment, so I just curl up with the pillow and wait for JD to come back.

He returns with a damp cloth and cleans me up before getting back into bed with me.

We lay side by side, touching but not strictly cuddling.

I want to cuddle, but now that I’ve finally gotten off, I have no idea what to do now.

We blew past the barrier that we’d agreed to set up and now we can’t put it back.

I can’t go back to the no-man’s land of having these feelings and not acting on them either. No number of other dates with guys who don’t have “baggage” will erase the fact that I connect with JD in ways I’ve never connected with anyone else.

Before I can awkwardly broach the topic, JD turns to me and tugs me closer.

“I’ve spent the past ten years regretting everything,” he says, not an ounce of doubt in his voice. “I want to try again. To give us another shot.”

My heart swoops up, but hits a barrier. I should be elated. Isn’t this what I wanted in some alternate fantasy universe?

But mostly, I’m scared.

“It’s complicated,” I finally say. “I feel our connection again, but I’m not the same person I was when we were together the first time. It’s not as easy to just go with the good feelings when we have a past. I trust you on a lot of levels, but my heart is still wary.”

He nods, his brow furrowed in concentration. We sit in silence for a while longer, and I study his profile while he looks at the ceiling.

“So you need me to win you back,” he says.

“I guess you could put it that way. Kind of makes me feel like a princess, though.” I laugh, but of course, JD is dead serious. “Like you have to run through an obstacle course filled with monsters to get me.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” He puts his hand on my waist and squeezes it. “Anything, Katrina.”

The intensity makes my heart skip all over the place. He would run through that obstacle course any day of the week for me, wouldn’t he?

I take a deep breath. “I just need to take it slow. Like so slow that I don’t even know if I want to put an official title on it yet. We can go on dates, but talking about the future is a little too much for me right now.”

“Okay, done,” he says.

“And my job,” I say with a sigh. “You don’t have many sessions left. Maybe I can talk to my boss to see if there’s been an opening? When you made your first appointment, we were all booked up. If not, we’ll have to keep it quiet.”

“I’ll keep it quiet,” he says.

I know he will. But what if my job just punishes me instead? Or they can’t move him?

I tuck myself against JD again. I just hope it works out and we aren’t thrown another curveball again.