"So, Jack," Harris began, swirling his wine around in the glass "you were #4 on the ranking—"
"And you were number three," Jack added. He knew where Harris was leading; it had been mentioned several times already and the only person it impressed was Jade.
"What do you think edged me out? What do I have that you don't?" Harris smiled widely, showing his overly white teeth. He had black hair and eyes so dark they were almost black. He was almost too attractive and Jack would have assumed she'd hired him specifically to make Jack jealous if he wasn't used to men throwing themselves at her constantly. Harris held a chiseled arm over Kate's shoulders, almost trapping her against his side.
"I can think of one thing," Jack said dryly, studying Kate. She had worn a blue skater dress with a Peter Pan collar and flats that only accentuated how petite she was. Her dark curls flowed down over her shoulders.
"My watch," Harris nodded, practically shoving the watch in Kate's face.
"So, Jade" Kate began "what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a dancer. I even teach ballet classes between my shows." Kate tried to ignore the annoyance that came when she realized Jack was now dating a tall, flexible blonde. "Speaking of, tell me about your little boy. I love kids!"
"His name is Aaron and he's 3," Kate smiled, pulling up a photo from her cell phone.
"He's the cutest little guy!" Jade gushed.
"He loves soccer, the aquarium and Alice in Wonderland," Jack added with a smile.
"Only when you read that to him," Kate smiled. The two shared a noticeable smile, proud of the child they were raising together.
"You know, that's a noble thing you're doing, being a father figure to the boy for now," Harris added.
"I'm not a father figure. I am his father."
"I just meant that you're not his real father," Harris corrected.
"Jack is his real father," Kate said firmly. "No, he may not biologically be his son but Jack was there when he was born. He's been there Aaron's entire life. He will always be Aaron's father, period."
Jack had to take a long sip of scotch to hide his smile. He knew Kate would speak up about it but he didn't imagine her to be so forceful about it; her eyes flashed with anger and warning with every word she spoke to Harris. He wanted nothing more than to swipe everything off the table and take Kate right there in front of Harris; he wanted Harris to see exactly what Jack had that he didn't. He took a deep breath, knowing he needed to clear his mind before he became noticeably hard. "I've got to go to the bathroom," Jack explained as he slid out of the booth.
In the bathroom, he splashed water on his face and leaned against the sink, studying his reflection. He had done this, he had pushed her for this double date. Even though he could see it written across her face that she didn't like Harris, it killed him to even see his arm around her. Kate was his.
"I should call Aaron in case he's asleep when I get home," Kate explained softly. "I'll go to the lobby and call him quickly." Before she could stand, Harris pulled her into a kiss. As she walked to the lobby, she wiped her lips.
Jack noticed Kate in the lobby and immediately assumed she was talking to Aaron. He moved to her side, hoping to speak to Aaron, too. He caught eyes with her and found an expression that he'd never seen from her before. She was completely unreadable. He reached towards the cell phone only to find she hadn't been on the phone with anyone; she had simply been standing in the lobby pretending. "Kate?" He asked. She grabbed his hand and lead him into an empty coat room. "What are we doing here?"
She didn't answer, she simply knelt down, freeing himself with her hands. Before he could register what was happening, her tongue was brushing and flicking against his tip. He grabbed a fistful of curls and let a moan escape his lips. She was relentless, taking his entire length in her mouth. She moaned and the vibrations against his member sent him spilling into his mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment but when he opened his eyes, she had already left.
He stood alone in the coat room, stunned. He knew it happened and yet it hadn't felt real. It also hadn't felt victorious. He just didn't know why.
He spent the rest of the dinner trying to pretend he wasn't thinking of Kate, of the image of her knelt down in front of him, taking him. When Harris kissed her goodnight, Jack wondered if Harris could taste Jack on her tongue. He wondered if Kate was wondering the same.
His thoughts plagued his ride home. She had given in and yet he didn't feel closer to her. He didn't feel like he had won. Kate hadn't said a word to him while she pleasured her. She hadn't so much as kissed him.
Suddenly, it hit him. Kate didn't feel like she was his again because she wasn't. She hadn't given herself to him, she had tricked him. She had gotten to touch him and feel close to him without ever once returning the favor. He hadn't so much as kissed Kate because she didn't want to give in.
The contest didn't matter to him. He didn't want to win; he wanted her. There was no sense in her touching him if he couldn't touch her.
He did a turn and headed towards Kate's house.