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  Jason pulled a nipple into his mouth, laving the sensitive bud with his tongue. Kat threw back her head as the sensations of pure ecstasy rolled through her.

  “Oh my god,” she whispered.

  Jason’s hand found the other nipple, giving it a quick hard pinch that shot straight to her pussy.

  Jason then stood her up, unzipping her jeans and pulling her out of them. Turning her around so she sat on his lap with her back against his chest, his fingers plunged down to her wetness with no pretense.

  Kat’s back arched sharply as his fingers stroked hard against her throbbing pussy. His fingers, rough with work, made a quick circles around her engorged clit, brushing against the sensitive nub every few strokes to egg her arousal on further.

  His hot breath tickled against her ear as he bit her earlobe.

  Kat groaned, feeling assaulted with pleasure from all angles. “Oh god,” she cried out as he suddenly plunged two fingers into her wet warmth. Her whole body tightened as she cried out in release, feeling her insides throb around his invading fingers.

  “Good girl,” he murmured against her ear. “Good girl.” He pulled out his fingers, flicking them against her clit again, making her shudder and moan.

  As senses slowly returned to her, Kat turned and kissed Jason before sliding off his lap and onto her knees. She unbuckled his jeans, freeing his impressive cock.

  “Fair is fair, right?” she said breathlessly as she looked up with a light in her eyes.

  Jason’s eyes darkened in pleasure. “I’m never one to speak out against equality,” he said huskily before Kat’s mouth descended on his cock, enveloping it in the hot warmth of her mouth.

  Jason closed his eyes and gave a guttural groan of pleasure as Kat tongued the hard member, teasing him around his sensitive head. Kat luxuriated in the sounds of his pleasure as she bobbed on his cock, trying to take as much of the hardness as possible.

  “Oh fuck,” Jason muttered, clearly in the grips of undeniable pleasure. He thrust into her mouth in rhythm. Grabbing the back of her head, he held her head prisoner as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. Kat loosened her jaw to take more of him.

  Then abruptly, he pulled out, leaving Kat gasping but hungry for more.

  “Get up, baby,” he said, pulling her up to her feet.

  He stole another kiss before bending her over the counter, her heated breasts touching the cool countertops.

  She was wet. She was ready.

  She had wanted him for a long time. And it was clear the feeling was mutual.

  With one powerful thrust, Jason sheathed his thick cock within her. Kat threw her head back and cried out at the sheer satisfaction of being so filled by him.

  Hands on either side of her head, Jason leaned over as he steadily pumped in and out of her. “God, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned as he thrust his cock in again, all the way to the root.

  Kat moaned. She could feel every inch of him passing into her and the sheer size of him stretched her in a deliciously painful way. She widened her stance and raised her hips, allowing him better access to her.

  Jason brushed away the hair covering her face then gripped it tight, pulling her head up a bit. He leaned down, giving her earlobe a good nip. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, letting his cock bury itself within her.

  Kat turned her head, wanting to feel his lips against hers. Jason immediately captured her lips, kissing her thoroughly as their bodies melted into one rhythmic and passionate coupling.

  Together, they felt their bodies rising with each wave of crashing desire. Meltingly hot arousal coursed through their veins. Kat gloried in every hard thrust that pushed her body further and further.

  Jason’s grunts became deeper as he felt his coming release. Reaching between her legs, Jason swirled his fingers around her swollen clit, making Kat gasp in surprise.

  “Come with me,” he groaned. “Come with me, baby.” And with that, he pinched her clit, sending a blinding sheet of painful ecstasy rip through her just as his cock found its release deep inside her.

  Jason groaned loudly as his body melted and Kat cried out lustily, feeling every nerve ending firing with crackling ecstasy.

  Together, they huddled over the counter, exhausted from such sudden and passionate coupling. Jason gently kissed Kat’s shoulders. He slowly pulled Kat into his arms. In each others arms, they slid down to the floor till they were both comfortably cleaning against the bottom of the counter.

  Jason gathered her to him. Holding her close, he kissed her forehead.

  “Babe,” he said, quietly.

  “Hmm?” Kat answered, feeling as if her bones were made of jelly.

  “I think you’re the sweetest thing on the menu,” he murmured quietly before they both fell asleep.

  ***

  It was as if they were in their own little world. Neither had any intentions of going home that night. Twice more Jason took her in the diner. Once on the floor and once again on the counter, but this time with her back on the counter and her legs wrapped around his hips.

  They explored each other’s bodies hungrily. For too long they had been keeping each other at an arm’s distance away, afraid to get too close. Their doubts had kept them safe and chaste, even though their bodies had been crying out for more.

  Now they devoured each other as if they were two famished people finally having been rescued. Kat wanted to feel every contour of Jason’s hard body. She wanted to luxuriate in his masculinity and strength.

  And Jason seemed no less interested in her. He teased and taunted her with his body till she was writhing and begging for release. He wanted to find every button of hers that caused her pleasure and release. Without rest or hurry, Jason would linger over her, tease her, and make her feel as if they had all the time in the world.

  So morning caught them by surprise. Using their rolled up clothes as pillows, they had fallen asleep behind the counter. And they would have stayed deeply asleep had a high pitched melody not woken them up.

  “…wuzthat?” Kat murmured sleepily as she squinted awake. She looked around, confused by the settings and momentarily unsure where she was.

  She felt Jason’s large hand against her lower back. “Hmmm…?” he said, his eyes still closed.

  Kat suddenly remembered the night before and felt a blush run all the way down her back. Her body was deliciously sore and thoroughly used and she couldn’t be happier.

  The ringing continued.

  “I think it’s my phone,” Kat said trying to get her wits about her. “Or yours.”

  Jason opened an eye. “That’s not mine,” he said after listening to the ringtone.

  Kat looked around the floor till she found her phone flung near a booth. It must’ve fallen out in the undressing from last night. Kat bit her lip in wicked delight thinking about what had come after all the undressing.

  Quickly she picked up the phone and looked at the screen.

  Malcolm.

  Probably wondering what the heck she was thinking, not coming home the night before.

  Preparing herself for his nagging, Kat swiped to answer the call.

  “Hey Malc—”

  “Kat! Kat!” Malcolm’s frantic voice interrupted her.

  Immediately all the sleep from her eyes vanished. She sat alert and awake on the diner floor. “What’s wrong, Malcolm?”

  “I just got a call!” Malcolm cried out. She could tell how panicked he was by his shaking voice. “I got a call from Dr. Saunders at the hospital! Dillon fell into a coma!”

  Chapter Twenty

  “WHAT!” Kat cried out, immediately feeling her blood turned cold.

  A shadow fell over her as a naked Jason kneeled down beside her, a concerned expression on his face. He put a hand on her shoulder, steadying her.

  “They said his fever spiked suddenly last night and then this morning, he fell into a coma,” Malcolm said, his voice breaking. She could hear him swallowing his tears. “W-We are supposed to hurry over a
s soon as we can.”

  Kat looked up at Jason, feeling her world crumbling around her as she frantically tried to grasp at the fraying ends.

  Keeping her eyes locked on the one thing keeping her feel grounded and steady, she said quietly, “Malcolm, I’m going to head to the hospital right now. Don’t worry. I need you to come to the diner and open it for the construction crew. We’re starting the dining renovations today and someone should be present.”

  “But Kat!” Malcolm cried. “If…If Dill…If Dill dies—”

  “No!” Kat shouted. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Having Malcolm at the hospital too was too much like a family’s final farewell. He needed to be here, maintain some form of normalcy so he wouldn’t fall apart. She didn’t want him to see Dillon comatose.

  “No,” she said again more calmly. “No. Come to the diner. Dillon is going to be fine. I promise.” She swallowed. She forced herself to believe she wasn’t lying. “You know how much he’d hate all of us fussing over him.” She swallowed her own growing tears. “Dillon is going to be fine.”

  “Kat,” Malcolm said, his voice strained with fear and pain.

  “Malcolm,” Kat said, hoping at least a note of reassurance was coming through. “He’s going to be fine. I promise. So come to the diner.”

  Malcolm’s heavy breaths crackled through the line before he finally replied, “Okay.”

  ***

  “It’s a bad infection. A real bad one,” Dr. Saunders said as he walked with them in a hurried pace towards Dillon’s bed. They rushed past the other beds in the ICU ward.

  “His fever was going up and down and we thought it would break soon,” he continued. “But it shot up suddenly last night and we immediately transferred him to the ICU before he slipped into the coma.” The doctor turned to Kat. “It’s kind of the body’s defense mechanism. It was helping to protect him from the harm of the infection.”

  They stopped at the last bed in the ward.

  Kat felt all the breath in her lungs evaporate in an instant.

  There in the bed was her skinny, gangly, sick brother.

  “Oh Dillon,” she whispered. “Dill.”

  She collapsed into the chair next to the bed. She took hold of his hand, bony and frail. She kissed his sharp knuckles. “Dilly, I’m here,” she said, her voice tight and harsh with unshed tears. Her eyes stung fiercely as she held onto his hand. She watched his slow and steady breathing as his chest rose and fell.

  “Dillon,” she whispered before traitorous hot tears finally own her cheeks unheedingly.

  Even through her grief, she felt Jason’s presence. He stood solidly at the end of Dillon’s bed, gripping the rails. Deep lines of worry were etched into his face. She could tell he knew exactly what it felt like to watch someone you loved be hurt or sick or…dying.

  No! No, she screamed at herself quietly. She would not let such thoughts come into her head.

  “Doctor,” Jason said, his deep voice rich and somehow soothing in the stingingly clean hospital. “Will this hospital have the right resources to treat Dillon?”

  Dr. Saunders’ brows raised in surprise. “Well, that was exactly what I wanted to talk to you about today, Miss Ryans,” he said. “With Dillon’s chemotherapy treatments and the treatments necessary to battle such a severe infection, we feel that he would be better treated in a larger hospital with more specialists. He is in a very delicate condition and needs more help than I can provide.” The doctor looked down humbly.

  Kat sniffed, unsure what to ask next. Her mind was completely scattered. A tornado of fear and worry was tearing through her brain and she was standing clean in its way, feeling every sharp cut and brush of its winds.

  “Does this hospital have a helipad?” Jason asked, his expression clearly focused on some kind of plan that was still beyond Kat.

  The doctor nodded. “We’ve notified Roseton. They are three hours south of us but they have a much larger hospital and a very well-respected oncology specialist is also there. We think Dillon will have the best fighting chance there.”

  Kat looked up between the doctor and Jason. “What?” she said, trying to whip her wits together. “Helipad?”

  Jason nodded. “They can helicopter Dillon to the bigger hospital. It’ll be faster than driving,” he explained in a steady voice. He seemed to know just what kind of whirlwind she was experiencing.

  Kat looked at Dillon’s pale face, so thin and gaunt against the white and blue hospital sheets. Dillon was almost as tall as Malcolm, certainly taller than her, but in the bed, he looked so frail and small.

  “Is it safe to helicopter him in his condition?” she asked.

  “It’s the best hope he has for a real fighting chance,” Dr. Saunders replied.

  Kat stared at her baby brother. She remembered when he had been born. She remembered holding his tiny swaddled baby body in his arms, falling madly in love with this tiny creature. She had changed his diapers, bandaged his scraped knees, and had been the one to rent him his prom tux.

  This was her little Dill.

  She couldn’t lose him. Not after losing mom. And she had never had her dad. And she had just lost her beloved Uncle Do.

  She couldn’t lose Dillon.

  She looked up at Jason, her eyes shining with her fierce love.

  “You won’t,” he said firmly. “You’re not going to lose Dillon.” He gave her the benefit of a good hard look that somehow gave her spine a little more courage. “You won’t.”

  Kat drew in a shaky breath.

  Finally she nodded. “Okay,” she said. “And how do I get to the Roseton?”

  “With me,” Jason answered immediately. “I’ll drive you. We’ll follow right behind the chopper.”

  Kat gave Dillon’s hand another good squeeze. “Be brave, Dilly,” she whispered. “You’re going to get better. I know it. Just be brave for a little longer.”

  And after giving him a soft kiss on the forehead, Kat stood up and followed Dr. Saunders so she could sign the forms to give consent to have Dillon moved to Roseton.

  Chapter Twenty One

  The entire drive to Roseton had been a quiet one. Although the roads had been relatively free of traffic and Jason had done the driving, Kat felt like she had just run a marathon. By the time she reached the large hospital, her legs felt like jello and her shoulders were aching from being too tense.

  And all the while, Jason had driven with precise speed. He hadn’t been reckless but he hadn’t dawdled either. He made sure they made it to the hospital in record time. Sporadically through the drive, a soft buzzing sound echoed from Jason’s pocket.

  His phone.

  Kat wanted to tell him to take the calls. It was probably his workers needing his input on something. But Jason ignored every call and instead focused completely on driving as quickly as he could to Roseton.

  Throughout the drive, Kat had stared out the window, not seeing anything that passed by. Her hands were fisted on her lap, her fingers so numb, she could hardly feel them.

  Jason reached over and had enveloped one of her cold fists with his large warm hand. He gave her a small squeeze while keeping his eyes on the road. Nothing was said but no words had been needed.

  She knew he was there.

  And that was all she needed to know.

  ***

  Car parked, Kat had rushed into the emergency room.

  “Ryans, Dillon,” Kat had blurted out to the first nurse she saw. “I’m looking for Dillon Ryans. He was brought here by helicopter from Peytonville General.”

  Jason and Kat were soon led to the Roseton ICU and were introduced to Dr. Greene, a man in his late fifties with dark gray hair and frameless glasses.

  After Kat made sure Dillon had been properly situated in his new hospital bed, she followed the doctor out into the wide and sterile hospital hallway.

  “Miss Ryan, I want to assure you that we’re going to do everything possible to fight this infection,” Dr. Greene said. He was not a smiling man
but she could tell he was a compassionate man. His words held a true conviction of a doctor hell bent on making sure his patients get the best care.

  “How long…” Kat swallowed, not letting her eyes stray towards the ICU door. “How long before he will wake up?”

  Dr. Greene pressed his lips together, thinking. “Well, I’m sure Dr. Saunders has told you that the coma was his body’s own defense mechanism kicking in. We need to help him fight this infection so his own immunity can restore his bodily functions.”