Mine, Not Hers (True Love Book 1) (13 page)

Katie

I wake with a start. I try to orient myself in the dark as my eyes adjust. I look at the clock, 5:45 a.m. What?

What time did I fall asleep? Jason is sound asleep and looks like a Greek god. Jasonius Maximus! His breathing is slow and measured so I know he’s sleeping deeply. I carefully get out of bed to check on the kids. I went to bed without even saying goodnight to them! They’re sleeping quietly; it looks like they bathed and put their pajamas on, too.

I head down to the kitchen; I’m awake now, and look around. Jason must have come down last night, cleaned, and got the kids off to bed as well. I’m married to the greatest man in the world. We never finished our evening last night, and he must have gone to sleep without satisfying his own itch. Boy, do I ever owe him a big one!

I go ahead and make a pot of coffee. I figure I probably fell asleep last night around nine, which would have given me almost nine full hours of sleep. I’m definitely awake now. The morning is dark, and the house is eerily quiet. The newspaper isn’t even here yet. I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t want to wake anyone, so I keep the TV off. I pour my coffee, and head to Jason’s office. I love this room; it smells like him. Dark paneled walls, deep leather chairs, sensuous without intent. Just like Jason.

I turn on the small desk lamp and fire up my laptop. I haven’t checked my email in a few days since I’ve been so distracted. I mindlessly sort through them to see if there’s anything worth reading. I have email from Colleen! We so rarely get to talk anymore, just sporadic emails here and there. She's writing to let me know that her husband, Tom, has a medical conference in Chicago this weekend. He left his sports reporting job when he realized ESPN would never come calling and he went into selling pharmaceuticals, the perfect job for his outgoing personality.

She’s coming with him so that we can get together. I can’t wait to see her! We live only about an hour and a half apart, but it may as well be on the other side of the country. She has twin girls who are about six years old now. She tried to juggle her TV job after she had them, but decided to put her career on hiatus. I know she loves her job and I’m sure she’ll go back. The girls will be staying with their grandmother, so it will just be she and Tom. I can practically hear her shouting through the computer how excited she is! This will be the first time the two of them have been away alone since the girls were born.

She is free during the day, just a couple of business functions they have to attend at night. I send her a note back insisting that they stay here. I’m sure Tom’s company put them up in the hotel, but I would love to have her here. I could really use some girl time. I tell her to let me know her plans and I’ll take care of this end. I hit “send” and move on to reading my next email. In just a couple of minutes I get a new mail notice. She’s up! I read her note:
Hi, Kat! I can’t wait to see you and Jason; I’m ashamed at how long it’s been. I would love nothing more than to crash at your house, but I think we have to be at the hotel every night for events. Maybe I can take one night alone and we can have a sleepover! No pigtails and makeup, I promise. Now we can enjoy some wine... We’ll be in on Thursday morning and I’ll call you as soon as we check in. Love you!

Her visit couldn’t come at a better time. I don’t want to start anything with Jason if they’re coming into town. If he’s upset with me, I don’t want to be fighting while they’re here. This is eating me up inside. It’s already close to seven; I’ll go ahead and wake the kids up for school. I close my laptop, and pick it up to bring it back to the kitchen.

As I stand, I notice something strange on Jason’s desk. A piece of paper sticking out of his wallet with what appears to be, a woman’s handwriting on it. I pick it up and pull it out. It’s a receipt from a restaurant in the airport. Two Arnold Palmer iced teas, and two mimosas. The Arnold Palmer is Jason’s drink, and I wouldn’t think a surgeon like Dr. Wells, on his way to see a client, would order a mimosa. I feel like I’ve been punched in the face. I get a powerful headache. I hear noise from upstairs, and I return the paper back to his wallet. My hands are shaking so violently that I can’t open it, so I just drop both back down on the desk.

“Katie? Where are you, honey?” I hear Jason call as he comes down the stairs. I’ve never been a snooping wife, and I certainly don’t want to get nabbed like this. I grab my computer and tiptoe back to the kitchen before I answer, “Down here in the kitchen.”

I blurt it out quickly so the panic in my throat can’t escape. He walks into the room looking absolutely deadly. Bed head, a little scruff on his face, and low-slung pajama pants that are a dead giveaway that he’s going commando. Oh my God, the man is sex on a stick. He heads toward me with open arms.

“There’s my sex kitten.”

He kisses me on my neck.

“Where are the kids?” I ask as I turn to make myself a desperately needed second cup of coffee.

“They're almost ready for school. I was thinking I could play hooky today. I’m not seeing any clients; I was just going to catch up on paperwork. If you’re up to it, we can have a nice long afternoon together.” He says that last line with his hand on his crotch. Little Jason didn’t get any playtime last night, I remember. Oh, he’s ready.

“I’m just going to make sure I brought everything home that I need to work on.”

He heads toward his office, and I follow him. He goes in first and notices that the lamp is on.

“Were you in here this morning?”

I freeze.

“Yeah, I was looking for a pen. Sorry, I guess I forgot to turn out the light.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s your house, you can go anywhere you like.”

He stops short when he sees the weird look on my face.

“Is everything OK, honey? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine, I think I just need a little rest this morning. Long night.”

I give my best sexy smile, all the while screaming inside. I stand back and watch him as he sits down and looks over his desk. His wallet is in the center with the receipt lying next to it. He doesn’t seem suspicious that it’s out of place; he sets it aside when he notices the piece of paper. He picks it up, opens it and turns it over. He stares at it for a second, and then carefully puts it back in his wallet.

Jason is the type of person who literally has a place for everything. He keeps all receipts for business travel or expenses in a separate binder. He can tell you what he had to eat at the airport Chili’s in Philadelphia six months ago on a moment’s notice.
Nothing
goes into his wallet except for cash and cards. As hard as I’m trying to convince myself this woman means nothing, everything about it seems suspicious. I head out of the room as I call back over my shoulder.

“I think Melanie and I have plans this afternoon. You’ll be alone. Sorry.”

He takes the kids to the bus, and gets settled into his office. I make the bed, making it clear it will not be used later, and get showered and dressed. God, I hope Melanie can bail me out. As luck would have it, I call her and she’s free and dying to gossip. We decide to go out for lunch so we can talk in private. Jason looks dejected as I pop my head in to say goodbye. I know he’s trying to make up for not being home this week, but I just can’t face him right now. He always seems to get me naked, and then I can’t think straight. I feel a little pang of guilt, due to his ignorance about why I’m acting this way. I don’t know why I just can’t seem to ask him. Well, I
do
know why. He is my entire world, and has been since we were teenagers. If anything were to disturb that, I don’t know if I could go on. Just thinking about it makes me sick.

It’s so great to see Melanie. She is such a ball of fun, especially when there’s good gossip, and it turns out a couple of our older neighbors have been swinging! The man and his much younger new wife have had a couple of discreet parties. Of course, not discreet
enough
since now the entire neighborhood has found out. Watching her body language as she tells the story is entertainment in itself.  I let her ramble on to get my own thoughts under control.

“
Then
one of these older men gets a little too drunk and he goes outside to piss on the front lawn in his leopard-skin briefs!”

She’s practically in tears laughing. After she settles down a bit, she wipes her eyes and looks at me.

“What’s wrong honey? You look tired. Did you ever get a chance to ask Jason about the
mystery woman
?”

She says “mystery woman” in a low sexy drawl. When she notices tears come to my eyes, she feels terrible.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry; I didn’t mean anything by that! What’s going on?” She looks genuinely contrite.

“Oh, Mel, it’s not your fault. I just haven’t had the guts to ask him yet. We seem to get distracted by sex pretty easily when we have five minutes alone.”

“I understand, hon. Well, I
might
if Chris ever wanted sex!” She grins, a sad little grin.

“Well, there’s something else. I found a receipt in his wallet with a woman’s handwriting on it. It said, “I
really
need to talk to you. Lunch? On me.” Jason never keeps receipts in his wallet,
ever
, and what’s worse is that it was Valentine’s Day and the bitch was drinking mimosas with
my
husband!”

The lunch crowd at Applebee’s looks less than thrilled to see a middle-aged woman have a breakdown. Melanie walks over to the bar, settles our bill and leads me out the door. We go back to her house and she makes a beeline for the wine cabinet. She’s still not said a word. How can she? She was once the other woman, and she knows she has to tread lightly. She doesn’t want to come off as a martyr.

“Here, sweetie.” She hands me a heavy pour of white wine. I take a large gulp knowing that it will help my nerves once it kicks in.

“OK,” she starts, all business-like. “What do we know?”

She has a pad of paper, and writes down the date when the bitch was seen, what the bitch had to drink and that the bitch apparently “needed him”
and wanted to get back together sometime.

“Did she write down a phone number? If he doesn’t already know her and have it, wouldn’t you think she would?”

“I never even thought of that. Maybe she
is
a colleague, and I just haven’t met her yet. Do you think I’m blowing this out of proportion?” I ask, with hope.

“I think you need some answers, honey, and the sooner the better for your own peace of mind. Didn’t you say your girlfriend from high school is coming into town? Maybe the three of us can do some re-con.”

She says it jokingly, but I know she means it.

Colleen calls on Thursday to let me know that she and Tom are going to be busy for the rest of the evening, but I’m hers for all of Friday. I’m so excited; I can’t wait for her and Melanie to meet. I hate it that I’m not in the greatest of emotional health to see her now, but she’ll be a great help to me. First, I know that she won’t believe it for a second. Jason’s and her families have stayed close over the years. Their brothers remained best friends, and went to the same college to play baseball. I need her to give me some rational explanation, but knowing Colleen like I do, she might confront Jason herself. Disaster. I definitely don’t need him thinking that I can’t go to him about this. Why can’t I? He’s really excited to see Colleen, and this would ruin everything.

“I’ll take the kids to your parents’ for the night so you girls can go crazy.” He laughs. He knows how silly I get around her. She can convince me to do just about anything. “Then I’ll take you all out for a nice dinner before your sleepover.”

He clears the table from dinner, then pours me a small glass of wine to help me relax. For some strange reason he senses that I’m stressed. If he only knew.

“Thanks, honey, that sounds great. We’re going shopping downtown, and then we’ll hit some hot spots. We’ll be home before dinner to get ready.”

I gulp down my wine; it burns, and leaves a barbed tail down the inside of my chest. Jason goes into his office to do some work and to watch some college basketball. I go upstairs to get ready for bed. Along the way, I grab a magazine from the coffee table to read. Within minutes, I’m fast asleep and dreaming again.

Katie

I feel like I should know where I am, but I don’t recognize anything around me. I’m walking down a beautiful tree-lined street that seems to be moving up and down, and side-to-side, trying to steer my path. I begin to stumble a bit as the slope gets steeper then comes to an abrupt stop like at the bottom of an escalator. I regain my footing, and notice the trees are gone, and I’m standing in front of Jason's office building. The parking lot is full of cars, as usual, but no one seems to be coming in or out. I want to stay planted where I am, but a compulsion to walk toward the building takes over. I’m aware that I will probably be recognized, and it could be embarrassing to be caught milling about outside. Nothing wrong with a wife visiting her husband at work, though, right? I should go in and see him.

I yank open the double doors and see there’s a large group of people in the therapy room. This room contains treadmills, and resistance machines specifically designed for different types of therapy. The crowd is standing in a semicircle, like on a dance floor watching the best dancers do their thing. But it’s not dancers in the middle. I want so badly to turn and run, but my legs have a different idea. I wiggle through the crowd and get low so as not to be seen. The only sound that can be heard is a deep, guttural moan. I recognize it immediately.

The focus of the circle is on Jason and his mystery brunette on a contraption I’ve never seen before. It looks like a regular Nautilus machine, but with a number of pulleys and wrist and ankle straps. Jason is standing in front of her, while she is rigged up in the machine. She is sitting on what looks like a rower’s seat with her ankles bound in the straps, her hands holding the pulleys. As she swings out her arms, the seat slides toward him; her legs open wide and Jason enters her fiercely. All he has to do is stand there while she fucks him. I break my stare long enough to look around; the group is all men, and they’re watching intently. They’re staring at Jason with envy, and rubbing their swollen crotches knowing he’s not planning on sharing.

Jason and the bitch are definitely aware they’re being watched, and they like it. She moans loudly while the men groan and beg for a turn. Her large tits are swollen and shaking with the impact of her body onto Jason’s with each thrust. I have a feeling this is just the warm up.

She disentangles herself from the machine, and walks over to the adductor seat. She places her legs into the wide-open leg holders. Her crotch is completely bare and glistening. Jason’s sweat and her arousal have made her dripping wet. He follows her over and kneels down in front of her. I know what’s coming now, his unique specialty. My heart contracts as I anticipate what I’m about to see. Watching him do it to another woman is beyond exciting. How can my libido betray me like this? I’m frozen in place, just like all the other onlookers.

She drops her head back as soon as his mouth makes contact. He leisurely licks her opening as if he’s enjoying the best tasting ice cream cone he’s ever had. He spreads her open even farther, and exposes the sweet spot. He tortures her clit with his tongue, while he fingers her slit roughly. She grabs the handles of the machine to steady herself, and writhes against his face. After mere minutes, she begins to shake and scream, as she pushes the back of his head even harder against her pussy. She pulls him up to kiss him messily all over his face; she licks his lips, his cheeks and fingers.

They smoothly swap places without breaking contact. She continues kissing him down his hard abs to his dick. He is so hard, the skin on his dick looks like it’s straining to contain the flesh. She kneels down just as he did, except she takes the time to show her tight ass to all who are watching. Her long hair just grazes the top of it as she arches to reach his cock. She grabs him hard with both hands, and he jerks. There is so much lust in his eyes, my body throbs watching him. If he is aware that I’m here, he doesn’t show it.

She slides her mouth over his cock all the way down to his balls, then slowly pulls back up, never breaking the suction. She repeats this erotic move again and again as he guides her head. The large muscles all over his body begin to tighten and contract, and I know he’s about to come. He pushes the back of her head all the way down to the base of his cock as shoots his come down her throat. She continues to lick and suck while his orgasm fades, although he’s still hard and looks like he isn’t going to let it go to waste. He lays her down on one of the massage tables along the side wall. He slides her down to the end of the table, and forcibly pushes her legs up so they are almost behind her head. He grabs her tits as he teases and pushes himself into her ass. He gets the head in and she squeezes. He screams.

“Fuck, that’s good!” he says as he slides into her all the way.

He grabs her hips and pulls her tight ass over his cock. She is frantically rubbing herself and fingering her slit. He goes over the edge and explodes, once again, deep inside her. Her beautiful body is writhing on him and she comes at the same time. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, but I’m not making a sound. I look around and see that I’m alone; all the Peeping Toms are gone. Jason looks over at me for the first time and says, “Did you like that?” and I wake up.