The two women stood motionless for a moment, both looking the other up and down and neither sure what to say to the other. Sarah immediately recognized the shirt the young, pretty brunette had wrapped around her small, athletic frame and she felt a twinge of jealousy along with quite a bit of rage. She never in her wildest dreams would've believed that Jack would cheat, much less carry on a full blown affair. Kate could see the anger in the woman's eyes and decided not to introduce herself.
"Jack your wife is here." Kate finally called out, the bed he was lying in located on the other side of the room, but not hidden from sight.
Sarah diverted her attention to the bed and watched him slowly move off it, making no attempt to hide his nudity as he stepped into a closet. He walked out of the closet zipping up a pair of jeans, leaving the button at the top unfastened. He approached the two women and although he was clearly irritated by the intrusion he remained calm.
"I uh, just give me a minute to get dressed and I'll leave the two of you alone." Kate offered and bent down to pick up her discarded dress.
"No Kate, I invited you here and I want you to stay. Please don't leave." Jack said taking the dress from her and placing a reassuring hand on her back.
"What are you doing Jack? It's time for you stop this nonsense and come home." Sarah demanded.
"Sarah, this is home for me now. Why are you here?" He asked remaining calm with her.
"An attorney called me today Jack, some guy I've never heard of before, but who seemed to know a lot about me called to make an appointment for me to come talk to him, to lay out what I felt I needed or deserved in the divorce settlement. I can't believe you've done all this without even trying to talk with me about it." Sarah spat angrily at him.
"There's nothing to discuss Sarah, our marriage is dead. Look, I don't want this divorce to be any more unpleasant than it has to be so just tell me what you need and I'll provide that." He told her still keeping a quiet and even tone with her.
"Well that's too bad Jack because if you think you're going to get rid of me so you can play with your little sex toy then you better think again because I won't just go away and let this whore win!" Sarah snapped and then backed up when she saw the anger in his eyes.
"Look, you be as angry with me as you like, but you leave Kate out of it. Enough of the name calling Sarah, you don't know anything about her. You and I were over before I met her and what is this win bullshit, am I a prize Sarah, is that what I am to you?" Jack said, his voice angry, but not to the point of yelling.
"You don't think that little slut views you as a prize Jack? Please, she's hit the jackpot and she knows it." Sarah seethed.
"I think you should leave." Jack told her, more of an order than a suggestion.
"You're really going to do this aren't you? You don't even care that I might be pregnant." She accused.
"If you are pregnant Sarah, I will take care of my child and you know that so why even toss that out there? Are we playing a game here Sarah? Keep good old Jack on the hook by holding a baby over his head? Baby or no baby, we are over Sarah. I've moved out and I've started divorce proceedings, can I make it any clearer?" Jack asked.
"This isn't over Jack." Sarah threatened and left, slamming the door hard.
Jack stood in the middle of his empty apartment, bare feet on hardwood floors, instinctively pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the side of her head softly.
"I'm sorry about that Kate. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen." He said in a solemn tone.
"It's okay Jack. I'm not so fragile and sensitive that you need to protect me from your wife's anger. So she called me a couple of names, I'll survive. I think she has definitley just declared war though so I guess the only question I have is if you're worth fighting for. Should I fight for you Jack or are you going to flake out on me again and leave me wondering where I stand with you?" Kate asked.
"Do you want to fight for me Kate?" He asked.
"If I answer that honestly are you going to run away to think again? You all but promised me that you weren't that guy Jack, but you came very close to being that guy. You told me it was okay to care and then you disappeared on me. So this is your last chance to end this Jack because if you don't, if you convince me that you're worth fighting for and then disappear on me again, you will be that guy. The thing I admire most about you Jack is your honesty so don't let me down now." She told him.
"I knew I was forgiven too easily." He said with a guilty smile.
"It's not about forgiving Jack. I understand you're dealing with things that are confusing you emotionally, but I don't understand why after pushing me to care, you would suddenly think you have to run off and deal with those things alone." Kate told him.
"I don't want to end this Kate and I am sorry for disappearing on you. It was wrong, I know that. What we shared that morning, it was different, there was this level of intimacy that hasn't been there before and I got scared." He told her.
"Why did you get scared?" She asked.
"Because I've never felt like this Kate and I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I wanted to protect you or maybe that was just my excuse." He apologized.
"Feel like what Jack, I don't understand." She asked.
"Like this, like this is so good, nothing else matters. Look, I was confused, but I'm not anymore. I want to take this relationship to the next level, whatever that is and I promise, I will not be that guy. I will not hurt you." He promised his eyes sincere, his intent genuine.
"So are you really capable of divorcing a pregnant wife, because the man I've been with doesn't seem like he would have an easy time with that." Kate continued to push, wanting badly to believe in him, but a part of her still concerned his ties with his wife would eventually be too much for their relationship to endure.
"It would be difficult for me and Sarah is counting on that, I'm sure about at least that much now. I've given it a lot of thought and then I thought about us and how we've never even discussed birth control, much less done anything to prevent pregnancy and I wondered what I'd do if both of you were pregnant. Which woman do I automatically stay with for the sake of a child?" He admitted.
"And what did you come up with?" She asked.
"I would of course love and take care of any child of mine, but that is no reason to stay in a relationship, especially a loveless one. So, if Sarah is pregnant I'll deal with support and custody issues after it's born and if you were pregnant I guess since we're still a work in progress we'd just have to take it one day at a time." He told her.
She pulled back, slid her hands down his back and let her hands rest on his butt, squeezing lightly and pulling him toward her slightly.
"I guess you really did do some thinking while you were on your little sabbatical and just so you know, I'm on the pill and I'm definitely not pregnant. I want to fight for us, not for you, because you are not a prize, perhaps a gift, but not a prize." She told him and kissed him, pulling his hips into hers.
"There's a difference." He commented.
"There's a big difference Jack. A prize is a shiney object you keep around for bragging rights, keep it on shelf and take it down, dust it off and show it off once in awhile. A gift is a pleasant surprise whose origin is unknown, something meaningful that in time you grow to cherish and never forget to appreciate." She explained.
"Sounds like a pretty good description of you." He said softly, his warm, watery eyes gazing into hers.
They both nodded lightly and he began kissing her, letting his hands slide down and then move up underneath the shirt she was wearing, cupping her bare ass in both hands and moaning into her mouth. He pulled back and began unbuttoning the few buttons she'd taken the time to fasten when the doorbell rang again. This time it was the food. He paid for it, insisted the kid keep the change and closed the door, dropping the food on the small bar that was part of the kitchen and returned his attention to her and her buttons.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
"Yeah, but not for what's in that bag." She said with a grin, her hand snaking it's way down to his zipper.
He busied himself with her buttons while she freed him from his jeans, unzipping them and pushing them down his hips. They dropped to the floor and while he watched his shirt slip off her body and drop to the floor, he stepped out of the jeans that were pooled around his feet. They stood facing one another, their bodies and souls and bare as the room that surrounded them. He took in her beauty and swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in his throat while she took the time to absorb all of him and his masculine form, seeing him with the same hungry, sex-crazed eyes as before, but this time with a completely open heart.
She felt a strange, yet exciting fluttering in her stomach as she watched him and he saw it in her eyes, saw the change and he knew that they were going to fuck each other and it didn't matter if it was hard and fast or soft and slow because she was about to open up to him completely emotionally and he once again felt his breath hitch in anticipation of what was about to happen, knowing he was falling hard for her and hoping she was going to catch up to him.
The fears that made him run had included a need to protect her, but in all honesty he was protecting his own heart, not ready to let another woman in only to have her suddenly go cold on him and the look she was giving him told him that she knew that, that she understood what he was afraid of and that she had no intention of being that woman.
She approached him slowly, letting her hands land softly on his chest and then slowly move down to his waist and behind him, latching them behind him and resting her body against his, smiling as she enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her closer, hugging her, the feeling so warm and strong she was certain she was about to melt.
She planted soft kisses on his chest as she slowly put a little space between them, her hands coming around to his front and taking hold of his hardening cock, gently gliding her soft hands over it, him closing his eyes and enjoying the way she loved to touch him. She brought her mouth to his ear and spoke softly to him.
"Take me to bed Jack so I can kiss and lick and bite all of you." She whispered.
He lifted her up and carried her over to the makeshift bed, laying her on it and then being pulled down with her, his thigh planted firmly between her legs, her hungry, sensual, lustful eyes making contact with his, the sight of it making his cock harder, making him want to pin her down and fuck her until she begged for mercy. She saw the hunger in his eyes as well, the knowledge of what she could convince him to do in this state making her so wet he groaned as he felt the warm moisture on his leg, wanting and needing to be inside her now.
"I want you so bad." He panted as she opened up for him and he moved to position himself.
"I want you more so do it Jack, do it as hard and rough as you're wanting to right this minute. Make me come and then make me come again." She said, her tone almost pleading.
He put his cock into position and pushed into her hard and she cried out, digging her fingernails into the flesh on his back just below the shoulders and grinding upward into him. She spread her legs as far as she could and pulled them back and up, driving him in deeper.
"Fuck me hard baby." She encouraged and then closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as he began pounding into her with everything had.
She kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling of his hard, excited cock sliding in and out of her. He was close to being crazed with lust as he worked hard to bring her over the edge, succeeding quickly and never slowing down, pounding away as she came and cried out his name over and over. He pulled out of her and turned her over, entering her from behind and then lowering them to the bed, staying inside her, moving in and out while kissing, licking and biting gently on the soft flesh on her back. His big, strong body hovering over her, making her feel trapped and helpless, but oddly safe at the same time.
He encouraged her back up onto her knees and fucked her as hard as he could, holding onto her hips so his thrusts wouldn't push her head into the wall in front of them. He stopped his movements and held tightly to her.
"Do you want to come?" He panted.
"Yes, please don't stop now." She answered.
He pulled out of her and encouraged her turn back over. He made her comfortable against the stack of pillows and then sat back and looked at her, her naked body so raw and flustered and glistening with a light glaze of sweat that he couldn't decide which part he wanted to lick first.
"You are so beautiful and so sexy and so hot, you make me crazy." He told her and began pinching her nipples with his fingertips.
"Jack, please." She begged.
He smiled at her and then kissed his way down her body, holding her legs apart by keeping a hand on the inside of each thigh and letting his mouth land on her swollen, excited clit, sucking it gently, feeling her breath hitch as the orgasm began to take hold and then the familiar sounds of her letting him know exactly how good it was and him slowly taking the time to lick her clean, the noises coming from her like that of kitten purring with satisfaction.
He'd taken her to a level of ectasy they'd not reached before and it took her awhile to regain her senses, but as soon as she she did she made the move to satisfy him just as much as he'd just satisifed her, pinning him below her and taking his swollen, dripping cock into her mouth, slowly licking and sucking, taking him in until his tip hit the back of her throat and then slowly releasing him, bringing him to the edge and then applying pressure on the underside, just below the head, holding him off and making him grunt and groan as his need to come was becoming painful.
She placed her lips on his balls and sucked on them gently, his cock still hard and enjoying being trapped within the warm embrace of her soft hand. He couldn't remember a time when a woman had his balls in her mouth and his cock in her hand, but he was sure that he had to come this time, that he couldn't take being held off again and when he felt her mouth moving up, lips latching onto the base of his cock and then her tongue slowly moving up he gently took hold of her hair, his way of letting her know she had to let this end and she took as much of him into her mouth as she could and slowly sucked while her hand gently pumped at his base and he let go of an long, breathy growl just before he filled her mouth with his semen and she drank it all down, and just like he'd done to her, licked him clean before coming up off of him.
They curled up together in the center of the bed, her legs tangled over his and the rest of her latched onto him, her fingers gently moving through his chest hair and then there was nothing but the sound of her breathing, his queue to pull a blanket over them and join her, their bodies physically exhausted and their brains ready to rest. He hugged her gently with the arm that was wrapped around her and kissed the top of her head.
"Like I said, a bed and a pretty girl, it's all this man needs." He said softly and closed his eyes.