CHAPTER TWELVE
“Hey, babe, come to bed,” said JT, hugging Kennedy from behind.
“In a minute,” she said. “I just want to finish reading this last thing.” She was staring at the computer screen just like she’d been for the last seven hours.
“Honey, it will be there tomorrow. You’ll figure this out. We all will.”
“She’s important to him, JT. He loves her, and I want to help her. This whole thing gives me a sick feeling. I don’t want her to have to live in hiding for the rest of her life. And what about Hayes? He’s out there serving with Special Forces.”
“Babe, I know. Come to bed. We’ll find Hayes and give him a warning, and we’ll help Katelyn and Victoria, and all the others. We’ll figure this out.” She turned in his arms, her big eyes filled with tears. “Hey, what’s with the waterworks?”
“It’s like with me, JT. When that doctor was doing all her crazy shit with me. Why do people think they’re God? Why do they think they can screw with people’s lives? I’m amazed every day of the number of people we encounter with a God complex.”
“I’d say that’s why we’re in business,” frowned JT. He lifted his wife from the chair and carried her to the kitchen island, setting her on the cold marble so they could be eye to eye. “Listen to me, we will figure this out, and Mav and Katelyn will live a full, happy life. Then, one day, you and I will be spoiling the shit out of our grandchildren.”
That brought a smile to her face as she hugged him tightly.
“Have I told you how much I love you lately?”
“No, but you could show me,” he grinned. She wiggled closer, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his large body.
“Oh, Mr. Stanton, maybe you should take me to bed,” she smirked. He pushed her back against the cold marble, smiling down at her as he ripped her panties from her body.
“I think I’ll have my dessert right here.”
“Are you okay?” asked Mav, staring at Katelyn.
“Nervous, I guess.”
“Of us? I’ll stay in the guest room until you’re ready, honey.”
“No,” she smiled. “I’m not nervous about us. And no, you will not stay in the guest room. I want you to be with me by my side, Mav. I haven’t thanked you for bringing me here. I haven’t thanked you for saving me, for making me less afraid, but most of all, I haven’t thanked you for allowing me to be with your family and friends.
“They’re all amazing, Mav. I love your mother. She’s smart and beautiful and strong. Your dad is a slightly older version of you,” she grinned. “How could I not love him? I can see what I might have to look forward to in twenty or thirty years.”
“You’re thinking about a future with me,” he smiled.
“I am,” she laughed. “And you knew I would. Somehow, you knew I would fall in love with you. There was no way I couldn’t.”
“I’ll go at your pace, Katelyn. But I have to tell you, if the pace doesn’t pick up soon, I’m going to need to take care of things myself.”
“No need for that,” she said with a hot breath against his lips.
Wiggling to straddle his lap, she reached between them, unzipping his trousers. With her still sitting on him, he lifted his buttocks and shoved his pants down. Katelyn smiled at him, his thick, heavy cock bouncing up and down. The head was purple and red, already weeping for release.
“Do we need a condom?” he asked.
“I’m not on anything,” she said, kissing his neck. He ripped her panties off her body, and she let out a yelp, giggling. “I don’t want to be on anything.”
Mav slid two fingers into her tight, wet hole. She was so hot and slick he nearly came on himself.
“Fuck, Katelyn, baby,” he moaned.
“I-I know. I’m so ready for you,” she whispered against his ear. He lifted her hips, positioning her over his tip, and then slowly let her slide down, filling her, stretching her, molding her to his own body.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“Y-you’re so big. You’re s-so thick,” she gasped.
“Easy, baby girl. Easy. Just slide down easy. That’s it. Up. Down. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it,” he growled.
Katelyn whipped off her sweater, tossing it over her head to the floor. She wore a front-closure bra, unhooked it, and tossed that aside. Mav immediately went for her nipples, tasting, sucking, squeezing her lush, full breasts.
“Mav,” she gasped.
Gripping her ass cheeks, he twisted and slammed her into the sofa, pushing one leg over the back of it, the other wide and up over his shoulder. He could see his cock ramming into her sweet, pink pussy, drinking up the juices they created together.
When Katelyn arched her back, her mouth open, gasping for air, he knew she was on the edge, and so was he. Her nails scratched down his back as she screamed in ecstasy. Mav followed, releasing his pent-up desire into the only woman he’d ever made love to without a condom.
But he couldn’t stop. Empty but still hard, he continued to move inside of her.
“More, Mav. I need more,” she panted.
“You’re fucking perfect for me,” he growled. He pulled out and lowered his mouth between her legs, flicking his magical tongue against her hardening button. When she squirmed, telling him she was close, he pounded into her again, his cock drawing out the last of her orgasm and freeing his own.
Mav lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as they made their way to the bedroom. He never bothered to take a breath. He started again and again until they were both so exhausted they could barely speak.
In the early morning hours, he found himself having the most erotic dream. A beautiful woman was between his thighs, his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see Katelyn doing just that. Her gentle fingers were massaging his balls, rolling them back and forth as her tongue lapped up and down, swirling around his head.
He was so turned on he could barely speak. Gripping her hair, he held her head there as he released inside her mouth. But his little vixen was still strung tight. She straddled him, and he watched as she pleasured herself, fingering inside and out, twisting her own nipples, and writhing against him.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned. She cried out, and he lifted her, carrying her to the shower, where they made slow, laborious love. Back in the bed, he held her, smelling their scent on the sheets.
“What if we made a baby?” she asked.
“Won’t matter,” he smiled. “You’re going to marry me either way.”
“Am I?” she smirked. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, Mr. Stanton.”
“Honey, admit it. You’re going to marry me, and we’re going to have a long, happy life together.” She looked at him and cocked her head.
“Seriously? We’ve known one another less than a week, Mav.”
“Yep. Way too long to be wasting time. Marry me, Katelyn.”