Escaping my house from the second story turned out to be remarkably easy, so easy I was surprised I'd never done it before. Then again, I was a total straight edge before meeting Jason. We scampered across the lawn and into "Jason's" car. I grabbed shotgun and Julia made herself comfortable in the back. Jason started up the car. Unlike the first time when Jason took me away from my home, I actually felt at some sort of ease.
We drove for a considerable amount of time before arriving at a nondescript motel. We hopped out and upon entering the motel we discovered Sanders and Johnson surfing the channels on the reasonably-sized television. Sanders gave Julia a once-over, which Julia seemed to welcome. He gave her an approving glance. "I like this one better, Jason."
"Gee thanks," I said, sitting on the bed. Jason joined me, and Julia sat down next to Sanders. I eyed this pairing warily. Jason gave me a look like Should we let this happen? I made a face like I wasn't sure.
"So Leah, are you and your hot friend going to be staying permanently with us?" Sanders asked. In the glow of the television screen I saw Julia blush.
"I don't know," I said. I wondered what it would be like living with Jason and Sanders and Johnson and Julia. A family? I puzzled with the thought. Jason was fifty thousand richer, and they robbed places all the time. We could travel all around the United States, maybe the world. We'd never put down roots, we'd be traveling like hippies. Hippies who planted bombs, granted. I could throw everything to the wind.
One thing I knew for certain, I had to choose between Jason and a regular life. He was a criminal, I couldn't exactly live out a perfect life with him in surburbia.
Jason put his arm around my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Let's get out of here." I nodded subtly. The others may have seen us walk out, or they may have chosen to ignore it. Either way, Jason took me by the hand down a few doors to another motel room. "Come on baby," he said. "We're finally alone."
We barely made it to the bed. As soon as he had closed the door behind us he'd grabbed me and started kissing me fiercely. I matched his ferocity, wanting to be connected to him forever. I was already buzzing from our make out session before in my room. I wanted all of him. Now.
Days of separation made us even more intense. He grabbed fistfuls of my hair and fell on top of me on the bed, pushing me up towards the pillows, all while unbuttoning my jeans. He practically ripped them off, overtaken by his powerful emotions, his need. But even in his eyes I could see that the very last thing he wanted to do was hurt me. My eyes wide, I unbuttoned his jeans as well. He didn't need any incentive to take off his t-shirt, he tore it off and then mine too. We tried to speed up the process, he unhooked my bra and I slid his boxers off.
When we were all undressed and ready, he said it. "I love you, Leah."
There was no mistaking it this time. No weird text messages and no half-heard words while fading towards sleep. They were there. We stopped for a minute, his breathing heavy, his hair falling past his face. I pushed it back towards him, trying to put poor little Jason McCann back together. There he was, vulnerable for the first time. Even in the van, telling me about Alex, he still seemed strong, confident. And now here were these seconds where, waiting for my response, he was beginning to come undone.
"I love you too, Jason," I whispered, meaning every word, tasting it on my tongue, loving how I said it. Loving "I love you". And I knew why people said it all the time. It felt so good, like passing hope from one person to the next.
His face broke out into a wide-tooth grin and he grabbed me, holding me tight to him, pushing my breasts against him. Then our eyes locked, and Jason's emotions overtook him again. His kisses became torturous and slow. He came up for air every two seconds. I arched my back, grinding my hips against him, begging him to enter me. In response he started to kiss my neck. "Baby, I know how much you want it. A few more minutes." I groaned in response. Jason's kisses got slower.
I dug my nails into his back, encouraging him to get it over with. Instead he took one of my nipples in his mouth and began to suck on it, leisurely but deep. I moaned, both in pleasure and anticipation. "That's right," he said teasingly. "I'm going to take my time, and you're going to looooove it."
"Jason, fuck me, please," I begged, pulling his hair up so he could meet my eyes.
He shoved himself into me so fast I lost my breath. "How's that feel?" he started to move himself in and out of me. "Does it feel good, Leah?"
"So good," I said, sinking into the mattress.
Holding on to one of my shoulders for support, Jason began his rhythm, thrusting himself into me. "Wrap your legs around me tight, babe," he said, a plan forming in his mind. I did as I was told, and Jason lifted me clear off the bed and shoved me against the wall. The wallpaper was cold against my back, but I was already shivering in ecstasy. The wall rubbed against me, up and down as Jason willed. I tried to grab onto it for support but it was flat, there was nothing there, only Jason holding me up. In the perfect position, he began to suck on my nipples. I gripped his shoulders, squeezing his muscles, closing my eyes so I could feel as much as I could, feel until I burst.
"Aren't you glad to waited, baby?" Jason asked me as I began to feel myself climax.
We came together, that burst of energy. My toes curled as it exploded out of me, and Jason quickly laid me back down on the bed. Slipping under the covers, he threw the blanket over his head, and we were in our own world, our own little tent of sheets. He kissed me then, light as a butterfly's wings, but you know what they say about the butterfly effect.
He began to kiss me again, more intense, cupping my face in his hands, the sheets settling around us. I locked my legs around him, caging him to me. He seemed like a willing prisoner. "I love you, Leah Collins. I just want to say that again," he said, lowering the sheets and putting his nose to my neck, laying on top of me. I felt anchored to the earth. I looked up at the ceiling, my insides fluttering. And I knew that no matter how much I wanted it, we couldn't be together. The entire world was against us.