Author's note: same disclaimers as previous chapters.
Chapter 13
He lost track of the miles he traveled since leaving Calais until he came across the exit sign. BANGOR – NEXT EXIT. He eased the Jaguar into the right lane to catch the exit ramp. Finally, he would get some answers. Randy took the exit into Bangor and headed for the only person he knew who could give him the information he desired.
After that jerk Donovan showed him up in front of Caitlin, he had spent the rest of the day following them. He didn't believe the stories going around town that Frank Donovan was a friend and former business associate of Shane Whitfield. He, himself, had known Shane for years, and knew practically everyone Shane had done business with. No, Caitlin had lied...but why?
He would find out. He was desperate to find out, especially after his humiliation. No, not the scene at the diner, but the way they were together. All day they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Even the thought of it made his stomach turn. Then came the ultimate humiliation, under the moonlight when they thought no one could see.
But he did, he saw everything. Under the moonlight and fireworks Caitlin let that man touch her. It infuriated him, but more than that he was disgusted with himself. His voyeurism led him to meet his release with his own hand. Humiliations galore he had suffered that day. He would get even, he promised himself.
It was nearly 7 a.m. Randy knew where Gregg Jeffries would be. Gregg would be able to find out about that Donovan character that had Caitlin under his spell. He just needed to be patient for a little while longer.
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Donovan stretched muscles that still craved sleep. He didn't have much luck in the sleep department with Caitlin's luscious body next to his during the night. Every time she moved, wiggled or nudged he became aroused, even while he slept. It took his iron will not to disturb her as she rested contentedly in his arms. Instead, he took satisfaction in watching her sleep.
He reached for her, intent on fulfilling the need that had plagued him during the night, but his arms were empty and all that lay beside him were pillows. He saw her then, her back to him, leaning against the doorjamb to the balcony, watching the sunrise.
Caitlin watched the sun as it called forth the new day. It brought with it heartache, a sorrow that almost overwhelmed her for she knew this would be the last day she would spend with Frank. Neither of them had spoken of it, but she knew he was well enough to get on with his life.
She pulled the shirt he wore yesterday tightly around her and drew in the deep scent of maleness that clung to the fabric. He wasn't even gone yet, and she missed him with every fiber of her being. She thought she had known loss when her parents had died, but this kind of loss was new, different. It shattered her heart into a million pieces.
How she would get over this, she had no idea, but in the meantime, she would not show Frank her feelings of despair. She had no claim on him, no right to demand anything of him, and she would not make him feel obligated to her. No, she loved him, and she would let him go.
Caitlin heard him moving about behind her, but stayed where she was, watching the sunlight dance over the ocean. She felt his arms around her waist as he pulled her back against him. She turned in his embrace, the shirt falling open as she wound her arms about his neck, revealing her nakedness underneath.
"You look good in my shirt," he said as his eyes raked over her bosom. He gently unwound her arms from his neck. His fingers moved to her cheeks, caressing them gently, then slid down her neck under the collar of the shirt. He slid the shirt sensually from her shoulders until it dropped to the floor. "Of course, you look better out of it," he whispered as he nuzzled the soft skin of her neck.
She stood before him now, completely nude, and as the morning sun caressed her silky skin, her natural beauty stunned Donovan. Her blonde hair was tousled from sleep and she wore not one stitch of makeup, and still she was the most exquisite woman he had ever laid eyes on.
Caitlin's eyes wandered over his body, which she discovered was as bare as hers. She noticed he had removed his bandages, and she placed a gentle kiss near the wound on his shoulder. It was healing nicely, but he would carry a nasty scar. She laid her cheek against his sinewy chest, and could hear the heavy beating of his heart.
His hands were tender, loving as they roamed her body, gently calling attention to the need building within her. Her earlier feelings took second place to the pleasure of his touch as he molded her into his embrace. She lifted her head to see his face; she studied every curve, every line, burning it into her memory to live there for eternity.
Donovan lifted her with ease, carried her to the bed and sat on the edge, holding her across his lap. He wondered why she was staring at him so intently. "Caitlin," he murmured between kisses, "I can't seem to get enough of you."
"I know the feeling," she confessed as she touched her forehead to his. "You invade my every thought, awake or asleep," she further confessed as she trailed small kisses down his nose, across his cheek to his ear. She traced his ear with her tongue, gently drawing the lobe between her lips and he moaned when she lightly began to nibble the delicate flesh.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" A low growl escaped his throat as he cupped one of her breasts, gently massaging the hardened nipple.
It was a rhetorical question, one that didn't need an answer. Of course she knew what she was doing to him and she delighted in his response, but she wanted to hear him say what he was feeling. "No, what is it that I do?" Her voice dripped innocence.
He nipped at her bottom lip, "I think you know." When she shook her head, he said thickly, "I think you can feel what you do to me."
She lightly trailed her fingers down his chest and washboard stomach until her fingers met the tangle of curls and his stiff manhood. "You want me to feel this?" Again she feigned innocence as she wrapped her hand around his hardness and moved her hand over him.
He threw his head back, moaning, and his features distorted with the blissful pleasure she brought him until he felt he would burst and had to move her hand away. "You are a naughty woman, my angel," he said, kissing her with a passion born of the ages. "I wonder what else you have in mind for me?"
Feeling brave, much as she did the previous night, she turned in his embrace, and brazenly wrapped her legs around his waist. She watched his eyes open in surprise as she used her hand to guide him inside her as she lowered herself on his swollen, throbbing erection.
It was at that moment that Donovan knew their pleasure was equaled, in step with the other, as he held Caitlin at the waist and laid back on the bed. He could feel the heat within her as she gasped with his movement, causing him to enter her fully.
She folded her legs, on her knees now, to ride him, to fulfill the need and ease the ache within her. She moved up and down on him slowly, building the pleasure between them.
In the throws of passion, her movement increased, her back arched and her head held back, eyes closed. Donovan reached to cover her breasts with his hands and was ecstatic when Caitlin placed her hands over his. "That's it, baby," he moaned, urging her on, "love me...take us there together."
"Yes...yes," she panted, "I...ah..." She bit her lip to hold back the scream of delight that was about to overtake her. She felt Frank's hands move from her breasts to her hips and held her in place while he thrust upward, hard and fast, bringing forth the enthralling groans of release that, upon hearing, brought Caitlin to her own climax.
He chuckled as she collapsed on top of him, her breasts crushed to his chest. "Are you okay, Caitlin?" Her heart was racing wildly and her breath was rapid against his cheek.
"Aren't you the least bit winded?" She asked in wonder.
He couldn't help himself, she was so serious, but he laughed, full and heartily, until he thought he might cry. He placed her hand over his heart. "Feel that?" he asked. When she nodded, he explained, "Although you did all the work, angel, you still make my heart pound."
Caitlin smiled. "That's nice to hear. Now, be a good boy and kiss me, then let's get cleaned up and go for a walk."
"Sounds nice," he said as he kissed her.
Caitlin jumped up with renewed energy. "Good, get moving." She had every intention of enjoying this day to the fullest.
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FRANK DONOVAN was printed clearly on the card that was tossed on to his desk. Gregg Jeffries looked up to find the person who put it there. "Randy. What's this all about?" He handed the card back to Randy.
"I need to find out everything you can about this man," he explained. He watched his friends brown eyes cloud and a frown appeared on his brow.
Gregg nodded, "Why, who is he?"
"A mysterious stranger who my girl has befriended. I need to get rid of him," Randy stated bluntly.
Gregg pushed his chair back from his desk. "Caitlin? What's his story?"
"Caitlin tells everyone he's a friend of her fathers, had business in Ogunquit and stopped by for a visit." He started pacing. "I know that's a lie. Frank Donovan was not one of Shane Whitfield's associates."
Gregg nodded and stood to his full six feet, offering a hand to Randy. "I'll see what I can find out. Do me a favor and keep an eye on them, just in case Caitlin is in any danger."
"Of course. Call me when you find out something." Randy left, fully intending to do just what Gregg suggested and track Caitlin down.
After Randy was gone, Gregg sat back down at his desk, and ran a hand through his short black hair. He reached for the phone and dialed the extension to the front desk. "He's alive. Get the others and meet me in the garage."
To be continued....