Part 30 (1/2)

While the aftershocks of her climax rippled through her, Jack rose to his feet, leaving her for a couple of minutes. When he came back to her, he kissed her long and hard and deep, and she tasted the damp muskiness of her own body on his lips.

He reached between them, took her hand and brought it to his erect p.e.n.i.s. When she circled him, she felt the thin condom sheathing his impressive erection.

Without saying a word, he lifted her hips and plunged into her, deep and hard. She gasped as he filled her. With a shared single-mindedness, they came together in a wild frenzy, her body responding feverishly as he hammered into her. He came first, shaking and groaning and then kissing her repeatedly while she climaxed again. Sated completely, he sprawled on top of her for a couple of minutes, and she stroked his back and b.u.t.tocks. When he rolled away from her and onto his back, he slipped off the full condom and dropped it on top of his briefs lying on the floor. Then he slid his arm beneath her, pulled her up against him and brushed soft, tender kisses down the side of her face from temple to chin.

I still love you, Jack.

The words filled her mind. But she didn't say anything. She lay there in his arms, happier and more fulfilled than she could ever remember.

Jack grabbed the edges of the blanket and sheet, pulled them up over their damp bodies and kissed Cathy. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Chapter Twenty-three

Jack and Cathy didn't get much sleep, only taking short naps between lovemaking sessions. They made love as if there were no tomorrow. Each took pleasure and gave it in equal amounts. And when morning came, they showered together and made love again. Cathy tried not to think about the past and tried even harder not to wonder about the future. She wasn't a seventeen-year-old kid with her head in the clouds and a bunch of foolish dreams in her heart. She was thirty-four, widowed and the mother of a son who would soon turn sixteen. She had somehow survived her husband's horrific murder, a mental breakdown that nearly destroyed her and a mother and in-laws who had been determined to keep her son from her. Maybe she had been weak and helpless. Maybe she had needed a trial by fire, so to speak, to harden her into a mature woman. All she knew was that she would never again allow other people to make her decisions and tell her what to do. Whatever she had with Jack this time around, be it s.e.x or love or a combination of the two, she wanted it. If their relations.h.i.+p turned out to be a short affair, so be it. And if it became more...

Jack came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She squirmed against him.

”Go sit down,” she told him. ”The pancakes are almost ready.”

”How about I pour us both a cup of coffee?” He released her and reached out to retrieve two mugs from the overhead cupboard.

”Thanks. And while you're being my helper, get the syrup out and put it on the table. I've got two kinds. Plain pancake syrup and blueberry flavored. The blueberry is Seth's favorite.”

”How about that. It's my favorite, too. One more thing your son and I have in common.”

Cathy flipped the four large pancakes on the griddle before replying. ”What else do you and Seth have in common?” She tried her best to keep her voice calm and even.

”You,” Jack replied. ”You're important to both of us. You're his mom, and you're my...You're my what? Girlfriend? Lover?”

Cathy breathed a sigh of relief. ”I like the sound of both. How about girlfriend in public and lover in private?”

”So you're okay with my referring to you in public as my girlfriend?” He popped her on the b.u.t.t before he poured their coffee.

”Yes, I'm okay with it, just as long as I can call you my boyfriend.” She giggled. ”G.o.d, we sound like a couple of kids, don't we.”

He set their full mugs on the table, and then searched the cupboards for the syrup. ”How do you think your in-laws will feel about your dating me?”

”I'm sure they'd prefer that I date Donnie Hovater.”

”Yeah, I'm sure they would.”

Cathy flipped the pancakes onto two plates, turned off the griddle and carried the plates over to the table. ”I prefer you.” She set the plates on the table. ”I like Donnie, but he doesn't put b.u.t.terflies in my stomach or make me s.h.i.+ver when he touches me or-”

Jack yanked her into his arms, nuzzled her neck and then he lifted his head and stared into her eyes. ”In case there's any doubt in your mind, I'm crazy about you, honey.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, gave him a quick kiss and said, ”I'm crazy about you, too.”

His smile vanished. ”Sooner or later, we'll have to talk about it, you know. About the past. Our past together and our separate pasts.”

”Not now. Not yet.”

”No, not yet, but someday soon.”

Yes, someday soon, she would have to tell him why she had married Mark Cantrell. But did she dare tell him the truth?

Seth stopped outside the kitchen when he heard his grandmother mention his mother's name. What was she doing here so early in the morning? Grandmother lived nearby and often dropped in unexpectedly, but seldom for breakfast. He stood quietly by the closed door and listened.

”You seem terribly upset, Elaine,” Mona said. ”Why don't you sit down and let me get you some coffee.”

”Didn't you hear me? I just got off the phone with Gayle Laney. She lives across the street from Cathy.”

”Yes, dear, I heard you, but when I asked if Cathy was all right, you said that she was, so why are you so upset?”

”Where's J.B.?”

”He's shaving.”

”I don't know if we dare tell him about this.”

”About what?”

”Gayle was doing what she believed was her Christian duty,” Elaine said. ”She's not a busybody, and she even said it was none of her business, but she thought, as Cathy's mother, I should know.”

”For goodness sakes, know what?”

”That there was a strange car-a Corvette-parked in Cathy's driveway all night.”

”Was there?”

”You don't seem shocked.”

”Should I be?”

”Yes, you should be. The car belonged to Jackson Perdue. Of all men, Jack Perdue!”

”Lower your voice,” Mona suggested. ”I think you're right about our not telling J.B. It would only upset him.”

”Aren't you upset? I certainly am. By lunchtime today, the whole town will know that Cathy had an overnight visitor. I don't think we can keep this from J.B. for very long.”

”Perhaps not, but I'd prefer you let me tell him when it becomes necessary,” Mona said.

”I don't know where I went wrong with that girl. I did my best to bring her up the right way, but-”