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I stopped the water and propped my legs up.
Jason looked forward and saw the bruising on my thigh and the
swelling of my knee.

“This is why Becca said you were done?” He
asked, looking anxious.

“Yeah, but it’s nothing, I’ve had worse on
the diamond.”

“Right, but no one was intentionally trying
to hurt you.”

“True. She is an evil little troll,” I said,
and managed a slight giggle.

“More like a damn pit bull. The girl is
rough; Don’t let the pretty face fool ya.”

I lay back and allowed Jason to massage my
head; my hair was his favorite part on my body, well, second, only
to my sweet spot. He washed me, and trailed tender kisses down my
back. I was delighted that I decided to stay, because this felt
right. I felt like I was right where I needed to be.

We got out of the tub; Jason laid me down in
his bed, completely naked, and instructed me not to move. When he
returned, he had two ice packs and two ace bandages. He wrapped the
ice packs around my bruises, making me wince from the sting the ice
brought with it. After a few moments, I adjusted to the cold, and
was able to relax. Jason stalked off to the kitchen to make me
something to eat since I had virtually no appetite at Jose’s. While
he was gone, I fished out my phone, and saw that I had three missed
calls – one from Ryan and two from Chelsea.

Listening to the voicemails, they were almost
identical. Chelsea wanted me to spend Easter with her family, since
lately, I was right here in La Jolla, and Ryan had invited me to
spend Easter with him and Mila. I hadn’t given any thought to
Easter plans, and I highly doubted Jason had either. I knew I
promised my Mom that I would spend time with Ryan, but he would be
with Mila, and we weren’t exactly seeing eye-to-eye right now. I
would love to spend the day with Chelsea and her family, except
Jason had a very lukewarm relationship with her.

Jason returned with a ham and turkey sandwich
on rye bread, and a bowl of strawberries with an iced tea. I sat up
in the bed, anxious to quell my rumbling stomach, and smiled warmly
at him. It’s amazing, and almost embarrassing, that a little over
an hour ago, I was ready to storm out of here because I was under
the impression that Jason had cheated with Stacey. I decided to
find out what our plans should be for Easter Sunday, considering we
could make it that far without a catastrophic event unfolding.

“So, I have voicemails from Chels and Ryan
asking about Easter.” He turned to me attentively. “What do you
have planned?” I asked, trying to chew as quickly as I could.

“I don’t have any plans, he shrugged. What do
you want to do?”

“I’d like to go to church. We can go to my
parents’ church, I love it there. After that, I don’t know.”

“I’m not huge on church, but if you want to
go, I’ll go with you.”

I looked at him, shocked. I would have
assumed a Texas boy would have been raised in the church.

“Not big on church?”

“Does that shock you? My parents always had
us in church. It was too much for me. If I go to church with you,
then you have to do something for me.”

I looked at him, wide eyed, and speculative.
“What is it?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“We get to have an egg hunt.”

I laughed, because at our age, an Easter egg
hunt seemed completely absurd. “Jason, are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m very serious. It’s a very,” he
tapped his chin with his index finger, “adult egg hunt though.”

I gasped, “Jason. That’s the Sabbath. No way
am I doing that after coming home from church. Now what are we
doing as far as company?”

He shook his head, smirking at me, “Fine,
we’ll have our egg hunt, and you’ll pay up on Monday – if that
suits you.” I continued to look at him, in awe of his mood. “Where
do you want to be for Easter?”

“I don’t know. I feel like I need to be with
my brother…”

Jason cut me off, “then we go where your
brother will be.” I know he was saying this because given our
current situations; it was the lesser of two evils for him.

“You just don’t want to be with Chelsea.”

He pinned me with the starkness of his gaze,
“Gorgeous, I'll go anywhere you want to go, but I’d rather swallow
glass than spend a holiday with Chelsea.” The seriousness in his
face forced me to consider conceding this one.

“With the way Mila is right now, I don’t know
if I want to be around her,” I explained, trying hard to look
vulnerable.

“Then we don’t go anywhere. Problem
solved.”

“No Jason, problem not solved. I told my mom
I would spend time with Ryan, but I’m really trying to avoid
Mila.”

“Look Cara, forget the juvenile stuff with
Mila. You two suck it up, get along, and we’ll all be good. If you
can’t, we’ll be right here; making sure to thank God for forgiving
our repetitive sins,” his grin was so salacious, it made me blush.
I was tempted to not make up with Mila just to see if Jason would
make good on his threat.

A quick phone call to Ryan changed my mind.
His enthusiastic answers to my questions about Easter wilted me, so
I gave in. He urged me to get over my hang up with Mila, and just
enjoy the holiday, so that is exactly what I planned to do. Jason
was thrilled because he got to avoid a night with Cruella Chelsea,
as he referred to her.

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Jason came back into the room, after what
looked like a short swim. He had his swim trunks on, hugging just
at the V that formed to shape his package. He made me melt whenever
I saw him that way, and most of the time; I’m not sure why I, of
all people, got to see him that way. He moved about the room in a
most bothered manner. What happened between our time discussing the
holiday, and his swim?

I didn’t have the energy to sit up and ponder
about his mood, and asking him would lead to ambiguous, one word
answers, so I decided to roll over and try to catch a nap. It felt
like I’d nodded off for only a few minutes when a freshly showered
Jason got into the bed and spooned me. If I tried to keep up with
the ever shifting mood swings he possessed, I’d go dizzy from
running around in circles. Instead of dwelling on that, I focused
on him, and his ability to make me weak just by touching me. His
touch was a feel that would never grow old for me. The warmth, the
seduction – I craved it.

Jason turned me over to face him and without
saying a word, dove into my mouth, with every ounce of him. I
quickly returned the favor, and relished the fact that this
beautiful man, as moody as he could be, was fully attuned to me. My
body was sending shock waves through me all thanks to the
performance of Jason. He pulled the blankets down, and as my eyes
measured him up, I was met with his rock hard erection. He focused
on my bruises, and worked very gently around them. He had his left
hand underneath me, holding my behind, his right hand fondling my
breasts, while his tongue continued its onslaught against me. My
body was bucking and quivering, but that didn’t deter him, in fact,
it encouraged him, and he picked up the pace. The fact that he had
yet to say a word was a bit mysterious, but I didn’t have the
capability to think about that any deeper.

I took both of my hands and thrust them into
his hair, tugging and pulling as hard as I could. He was being
aggressive, so I figured it was best to return the favor. He shook
his head, trying to remove my hands, but to no avail. Finally, he
took both of my hands, over my head, and held them down. He began
kissing and licking my neck, knowing that was the soft spot that
broke down my will power. The more he kissed, the less I was able
to fight back.

He worked my neck for the next couple of
minutes, moving more and more vigorously the more I moaned. My
breasts were next in the order of attack. The bites, the licks, the
tongue flicks, all sent shocks down my thigh, straight to my
crotch, making me tingle in ways that screamed for him to enter
me.

My hips were severely bucking now, and I
finally caught a slight glimmer of a smile on his face. He started
licking, from my breasts, down to the middle of my torso, swirling
his tongue around my belly button and finally landing at the
entrance of my crotch. I felt it swelling, and the longer he was
there, the more it throbbed for his entry. He sucked, deep, slow
suctions, making me cry out for more. Finally, his hands made their
way down there, but only to open me up so that his tongue could
enter with incredible depth. He twirled his tongue around in
circular motions, building my orgasm. Just when I was on a
full-fledged erotic breakdown, he pulled back, sat up on his knees,
and rammed his rock hard length into me. The force with which he
entered, and the rigidity of his length, sent my body into shock. I
was already on the edge, and now I felt like I might shatter into a
million pieces. He was working me carefully, slowly, as if he was
trying to savor every moment of this.

I kept my eyes open just long enough to see
pure satisfaction on his face. He picked up the pace, moving
rapidly, and I could tell he was building. Very careful of my
thigh, he grabbed hold of my legs and lifted them, allowing himself
the space to move even deeper. I felt myself crumbling, and no
amount of wincing or clawing was going to stop what was coming. I
threw my head back and allowed my body to explode. It felt like an
out of body experience. I had come before, with Jason, so this
level of euphoria was quite the mystery. He pounded into me three
more times before arching his back, and growling something
completely inaudible. After filling me, he lay down on my chest,
blew out a few deep breaths, and then slowly pulled out of me. I
could feel myself contracting with every inch that slid out.

After a few silent minutes, he looked at me
and finally spoke. “It’s been way too damn long.”

“Is that what that was about?” I asked, still
confused as to what had come over him.

“That and the fact that I hate being
doubted.”

“Doubted?”

“Yes, doubted.”

I was at a complete loss; I had no clue what
he was referring to when he said doubted. I looked at him, my face
had confused written all over it, and he took it in his hands and
peered into my eyes. “It’s been much too long since I’ve had that
pleasure, and you need to know, I am only capable of fucking one
girl at a time like that.”

“You’re referring to Stacey?” I asked,
sounding like a complete airhead.

“Yes. I thought about it in the pool and it
just pissed me off. This is reserved for you, and that is reserved
for me. I can’t and I won’t have anyone else, and for your doubts,
and my depravity, you just got a serious necessity fuck.”

“Necessity fuck?” I asked, half amused by his
lingo.

“Yes, it was necessary that I enjoyed what
I’ve been missing, while you learned that I only fuck one body at a
time that way.” I looked for a hint of a smile, but got nothing.
His face was stern, and he looked all business. “Don’t doubt
me.”

I took his words and his demeanor with all
sincerity, but there was a rebellious part of me that figured if
this was what I got when I doubted him, that I should doubt
away.

Chapter 11

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful.
We decided that Easter would be spent at the Nakamura home, and
while I loved Mila’s family, I was still a bit apprehensive about
spending the day with her. We hadn’t had a chance to have a
substantive talk since the last time we engaged in our shouting
match, but Jason assured me that everything would be just fine.
Ryan being there would certainly ease the tension, but I wanted to
make sure we had a nice holiday for everyone involved.

Chelsea was beyond pissed that we hadn’t
chosen to spend the holiday with her and her family, pointing out
that we were already right there in La Jolla; she swore that Jason
was behind this, and while in a sense he was, I didn’t want to
confirm it. I made sure to point out that I wanted to be where Ryan
would be, which was true, and left it at that.

Chelsea was also angry that we had declined
on the concert that was mentioned to me by Chase. I didn’t need
another run in with those two, and honestly, wasn’t up for the
crowds. She and Hunter went and said they had an amazing time, but
I just wasn’t in the mood.

Easter Sunday came quickly, and after
speaking briefly with my parents, Jason and I headed out to church.
The church was packed to capacity, and I was reminded that while I
was in no way a strict Christian, the once a year churchgoers were
out in full force. Jason and I sat in the fifth row, listening
intently to Pastor Mark give the Resurrection Day sermon. The songs
that preceded his remarks had a few tears straggling down my face.
My parents had always tried to raise us according the scripture,
and I couldn’t help but feel like I had fallen off the wagon. I
knew I was happy with Jason, but I periodically wondered if I was
supposed to be with him. We had gone through so much in such a
short amount of time; any normal functioning human being would have
had questions. Jason noticed my tears, wiped them gently, and
kisses my hand. The rest of the service was filled with laughter,
nods, tears, and appreciative applause from the congregation.
Looking around, Ryan was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed that he
went to church with Mila and her family.

After church we were cornered by all of my
parents’ friends who made small talk by inquiring about their
vacation. I made sure to introduce Jason to all of them, to include
Pastor Mark and his wife. Jason was comfortable speaking to anyone,
and instantly charmed everyone who met him.

On our way back to Jason’s house he kept his
right hand on my thigh the entire way. The Shelby was the ride of
choice, since it was such a beautiful day in San Diego. Riding
along the coast with the top down, my hair blew freely in the wind.
Jason was focused on the road ahead, his tanned skin glistening in
the sun, with dark Oakley’s on his face, was surely a sight for
sore eyes. As we pulled into the driveway, he suddenly couldn’t
contain a smile that had spread across his face. I scrunched my
eyes in suspicion, wondering what he was up to.