Jack was nervous as he drove to Kate's. He knew she'd be awake; he'd hoped she'd be awake.
Madeleine was at home with Aaron and Michaela. The thought filled Jack with guilt, but he couldn't focus on anything but Kate. For a few days, she hadn't been responding as quickly, if at all. When he tried to get together, she was busy. The idea of her stopping the affair made his blood run cold.
"Jack," Kate said as she opened the door. She was still in skinny jeans, sandals and a silk blouse. Usually she would be in pajamas around this time. "Is everything okay? Do you want to come in?"
Jack followed her inside but said nothing. His eyes darted around the room, searching for anything different.
"Is Aaron okay?" She asked.
"Yeah… I just needed to see you…"
"You left Aaron with your girlfriend to come see me?" She wasn't angry, Madeleine had been alone with Aaron for months. She wasn't even completely worried. She was intrigued.
Jack cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her. His other hand tangled itself in her hair. She moaned into his kiss, her hands fiddling with the button on his jeans. Kate pulled away, shimmying out of her clothes while watching Jack do the same.
"Kate… this isn't why…" Jack groaned. Kate stopped his words as she freed him from his pants, giving him a few slow strokes. His words stopped, his thoughts stopped; all he could focus on was how he felt in her hands. Even blindfolded, he'd know her touch from anywhere. He memorized how Kate effected his senses more than he did with Madeleine.
He watched as Kate laid back on the couch, her bright green eyes darkening as she parted her legs, giving him a glimpse that immediately made him hard. She giggled at his response, her cheeks rosy.
Jack pushed inside her, his mouth connecting with her breasts. He pinned her hands above her head, restraining her as he pushed harder and harder, matching the rhythm of her arching her back, desperate for all of him.
"Was that what you came here for?" Kate asked when they were done. Jack laid naked, his head on her stomach. She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair, something she hadn't done since they were together.
"You've been…"
"I'm sorry," she said immediately. "I've been… I went on a date," she finally admitted. "Three dates."
"Three?!" He couldn't believe things had begun moving so fast. "What kind of dates?"
Kate laughed nervously, "does it matter?" When Jack didn't answer, she sighed. "Dinner, a concert and a hike."
"A hike isn't a date," he grumbled. He hated the idea of Kate seeing someone else. "Did you sleep with him?"
"Does it matter? How often do you sleep with Madeleine?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Not as much as…" he trailed off, half afraid to finish his sentence. He'd never slept with Madeleine as often as he did Kate. It wasn't as satisfying, either.
Trying to change the subject, Kate knelt in front of him. She didn't have to touch him to make him hard, the sheer act of kneeling in front of him was enough. But tonight, he wasn't worried about himself.
He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up and dropping her on the couch. Before she could do anything he parted her legs and going down on her.
"Jesus, Jack!" Kate cried, yanking on his hair. His mouth had never been so rough, so demanding. The feeling was more intense than even their toughest sex.
Jack couldn't control himself; he couldn't slow down. He needed to mark his territory. She was his; her body was his. The idea of anyone having her, tasting her drove him wild. He didn't stop until her body was trembling and she was mewling and moaning in ecstasy.
"Jesus," she panted, her hand over her stomach as she struggled to regain control. "What was that all about? Is it about Marcus?"
"Has he…" Jack let her follow his eyes towards her crotch.
"No, he hasn't gone down on me," she scoffed. "But I don't know what it matters." She slipped back into her clothes.
"Why not? I'm curious," he buttoned his pants and sat on the couch, amused. "Talk to me."
"We just haven't," she shrugged. "We aren't exclusive or anything yet. It was three dates."
"By our third date…"
"Jack, you know it's different with you and I—"
"I don't want things to change with us, okay?" Jack finally blurted.
"It was three dates, it isn't like we're getting married. Don't worry about that."
Jack furrowed his brow. He didn't want the affair to end; he wasn't ready to stop feeling her skin or tasting her kiss.
For the first time, he realized their relationship may completely be over.
