Follow the Queen: A Menage, Sexy and Short Romance) Page 2

Kate shook her head, but she could feel her entire body quiver at the feeling of his warm breath on her neck when he reached up and trailed his fingertips across the nape of her neck.

  “Y-you see what you want to see. You always have. You haven’t changed at all, that’s perfectly obvious to me.”

  “Neither have you,” he said in a sexy whisper as he reached up to brush a strand of stray hair that had fallen across her forehead.

  “You’re still a gorgeous, sexy, knock-out. I don’t know what I was thinking, letting you go.”

  Kate felt the intense desire to grab his hand but she wasn’t sure whether she would push him away or hold on for dear life. They stood there, skin to skin, standing so close that she was sure he could feel the swell of her breasts and the press of her taut nipples against his chest.

  “I—I have to go,” she blurted, trying to brush past him.

  “No. Not yet.”

  “Jake…please.” She pleaded with him, her eyes now brimming with tears that threatened to spill over.

  “Come to my house tomorrow, Kitty-Kat. Please.”

  “You’re crazy!” she said, trying to laugh it off, but she could see the determination in his furrowed brow.

  “Why? What’s so crazy about it? It’s just a party, and we’re just two old friends getting together for a drink. Nothing more.”

  Kate knew that look. It was dangerous, a look that had gotten her into more trouble than she could imagine over the years, one that she had a hell of a time saying no to. She tried but she couldn’t even make her mouth form the words.

  “I’ll think about it. Okay. Just…I just really have to go now, alright? Please.”

  She had heard herself say the words, but still, Kate didn’t move, and sensing her hesitation, Jake cupped her cheek with one hand. Kate drew her breath in sharply, parting her lips, longing for him to press his to hers. A quick flashback of him reaching down between her thighs and slipping his fingers inside her made her feel instantly heated and light-headed, but just as quickly as that memory surfaced it was gone. The intensity between them flickered and with a sly smile, Jake pulled away from her.

  The crushing force of disappointment surprised her, but she tried to remain composed. So, he was just toying with her all along. She should have known. The bitter sting of rejection left a nasty taste in the back of her throat but she painted on her best fake smile and smoothed her hair down. The last thing she needed was another rejection today and since that was obviously Jake’s plan all along, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much it hurt her.

  But still, she couldn’t move. Something deep inside kept her from leaving, until an image of David flashed in her mind and she quickly brushed past Jake, heading away from him to where she’d parked her car.

  “Promise me you’ll at least think about it Kitty-Kat. Okay?”

  Kate waved over her head at him, refusing to look back in his direction for fear the electricity between them would just draw her back to him again. She jumped into her car, started it and zipped out of the parking lot, not able to take a breath until she had turned the corner and was halfway down the block with the restaurant out of view.

  Why does he still hold this power over me? she thought to herself, throwing her head back against the seat and groaning out loud. And why am I such an idiot to let him get to me like this? It’s exactly what he wants!

  At the next stop light, Kate closed her eyes, unable to shake the sound of David’s voice, the heat of his touch, the scent of his cologne, of him. Every inch of her skin ached for him, and she knew if she had stayed a moment longer, she would have backslid into their comfortable and sensual dynamic that she had spent years getting over.

  And yet, she could almost feel the forceful pressing of his lips on hers. Her panties got wet at the thought of him inside her, but she knew that her fantasizing was just going to add sexual frustration on top of what had already turned into a disappointing day.

  The honking of traffic behind her awoke Kate from her daydream. Her eyes flung open and she shook her head, trying to get rid of the image of him as she took off back toward the office.

  Of all the days to run into Jake it just had to be the day she was at her most vulnerable. Typical. Her phone pinged and at the next light she stopped to check it. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the message:

  “Here’s my address. Promise me you’ll at least think about it, huh, Kitty-Kat?”

  Kate tossed her phone aside and cursed. Was he doing all of this just to torture her or was she the one reading into things, getting caught up in the past just to escape everything going on with her and David?

  Either way, she spent the rest of the drive back to work trying to drown out her thoughts with music. She had a feeling shaking Jake and the way he made her feel was going to be harder than she thought.

  The next night, Kate tried to forget about the party at Jake’s and instead, decided to cook David’s favorite meal, potato gnocchi with a homemade marinara sauce, for dinner. For the last few months he had been staying late at the office, so they barely ate together anymore. She missed the casual chats over a bottle of wine, and every night he came in late and she saw the electric glow of the television, she felt a pang of regret and jealousy, like he would rather eat alone in the dark than have to sit across the table from her for anything more than half an hour.

  The moment she heard his keys in the door, her stomach did a somersault, so she stirred the pasta sauce bubbling on the stove to calm her nerves. She waited for a few moments, hoping he would call out to greet her, but after a few moments, when she heard him angrily toss his keys down onto the table in the front hallway, she knew she’d gotten her hopes up for nothing.

  “Hi honey,” she called out, trying to keep her voice cheerful.

  When he didn’t answer, she sighed. She remembered the days when he used to come into the house, sneak up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, kissing a trail from her ear to the crook of her neck. But those days were long gone, forgotten amongst a sea of resentment, anger and a distance that threatened their relationship in the worst possible way.

  She could hear him tearing into the mail, which was always a bad sign. After getting laid off at his old job, the two had been struggling. He managed to find another one, but it paid barely half of what he used to make. Kate didn’t blame him for being stressed out. She was just as worried about their finances as he was and was also working more than full-time to try and help make ends meet. But his preoccupation with work, bills and their other expenses had turned David into an angry, silent man who barely talked to her much anymore. And their sex life? It was non-existent. Kate could barely remember the last time they’d even just spent a night lounging on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie, let alone the last time they’d had sex.

  Tonight she had made an extra effort to clean the house and have a nice dinner made in an attempt to diffuse the impending conversation over bills that she was sure they were going to have. All thoughts of a nice evening were dashed when he came into the kitchen holding the stack of bills, Kate knew she was in for another awkward dinner with the man who she was slowly starting to think hated her.

  “Dinner’s almost—.”

  “Did you know about this?” He was holding one of the bills up in the air, shaking it in her direction.

  Kate wiped her hands on her apron before turning to reach for it, but David held firm to the bill, lifting it up over her head and glaring at her.

  “What is it?”

  She could see the fire in his eyes, but it wasn’t the old fire he used to have for her. It was anger, pure and simple, and it was directed squarely at her. She pulled back, prepping herself for another of his rants.

  “It’s this month’s credit card statement. What’s this about you spending almost $500 last week?”

  “I needed….”

  David held up her hand like he was trying to scold a naughty child. “You know what? I don’t even
want to hear it. I’m so sick of having this conversation over and over again.”

  He tossed the envelope down onto the table and stomped out of the room.

  Kate turned to the stove and after a moment, turned the burner off. So much for that, she thought, throwing down her wooden spoon and spattering pasta sauce all over the front of her blouse.

  “Great, that’s all I need.”

  Shoving the pots and pans off the burner, Kate turned and headed out of the kitchen. As she passed their second bedroom-slash-home office, she paused at the door. David was already in his usual position - planted in front of the computer, hunched over the keyboard and jamming his fingers into the keys with such force that she was sure he was going to break either one at any moment.

  She thought about calling out to him, but instead turned and went into their bedroom across the hall. After all, what was the use? There was no sense in talking to him when he was like this anyway. This was their dynamic all the time now, which is exactly why they were in this mess. Each one avoiding the other and now there was a divide between them that Kate didn’t think they would ever overcome.

  She went into the large walk-in closet to get her pyjamas, hesitated for a moment and then opened the top drawer of her dresser. Lifting a delicate black lacy slip, she held it up and admired it for a few moments.

  This thing is looking a little dusty, she said softly to herself. Sighing, she folded it up and put it back into the drawer, before turning to find an oversized cotton PJs to wear.

  Flipping through her closet, she saw so many dresses she loved but hadn’t had the occasion to wear for such a long time. Running her hand across the clothes, she stopped on her favorite black dress. She remembered this dress. It wasn’t just a favorite of hers. As she plucked it off the hanger and moved toward the full length mirror, she held up against her.

  Jake had bought her this dress. Every time she wore it, it was guaranteed not to be on her body for very long. She’d gotten rid of every other memento of their relationship when she’d gotten married, but she never saw reason to get rid of the dress. Maybe it was just her way to hold onto that one sliver of the past that she couldn’t bring herself to sever ties completely, but now that didn’t really seem to matter. He’d found his way back into her life and for a brief moment, Kate allowed thoughts of him to creep back in.

  She closed her eyes, picturing herself in the dress, slow dancing with him in the center of his darkened living room, her body pressed to his. Her heart race as she had a vision of Jake kissing her deeply, passionately, only to pick her up and carry her down the hall into his room to an oversized bed where he laid her down and slipped the dress off her sex-starved body.

  The very thought of his hands on her skin, his lips kissing her calves, his tongue trailing up the inside of her thigh until he had his head buried deep in her sex, hungrily lapping up her juices gave way to instant pools of wetness between her thighs.

  On impulse, she slipped out of her frumpy PJs and slid into the slim-fitting dress. Reaching behind her neck to button it up, she closed her eyes, remembering how Jake would trail his fingers across the nape of her neck, pushing the dress away so he could lean in to nibble and lick her skin with his warm tongue.

  In the other room, David slammed a desk drawer, propelling Kate out of her daydream. She stood staring at herself for a moment and was just about to slip back out of the dress when he appeared at the bedroom door.

  Kate could sense him there looking at her. How her entire body ached for him to come further into the room without saying a word, peel the dress from her, carry her to the bed and make love to her. She didn’t want Jake to be the man she envisioned in her fantasies, she wanted it to be David. But when she finally turned to look at him, his expression was cold, guarded.

  “What are you doing?” he said, in an annoyed tone, slipping his tie off and tossing it onto the bed carelessly.

  Kate’s blood boiled at the rudeness in his voice, like her getting dressed up was the craziest thing in the world. She glared at him, securing the button before exiting the closet, brushing directly past him and heading into the powder room.

  “I’m going out.”

  “Out? What do you mean out? We haven’t finished talking about—.”

  “You know what? You said it earlier. I’m so sick and tired of having this same conversation over and over again too. So, for once, I’m going to go out and do exactly what I want to do. You do it all the time. Why shouldn’t I?”

  Kate tried to steady her nerves. She hadn’t spoken up for herself in months and she knew it. She didn’t have to look at her husband to know he was just as surprised by her plans for the night as she was.

  “Where are you going?” David said as Kate walked past him and into the bathroom.

  Kate secured her hair in a loose bun at the back of her neck before sweeping on a thick stroke of black eyeliner and her favorite red lipstick before turning and heading back toward him.

  “I have plans. Dinner is on the stove. Don’t wait up.”

  She brushed past him, barely able to breathe, but as she padded down the stairs, she couldn’t help but smirk to herself. David didn’t know what hit him and soon, neither would Jake.

  Fighting with David was one thing but cheating on him was another. Kate spent the next half hour or so driving around her neighborhood trying to come up with an excuse as to why she should just head back home. But when she replayed the conversation over in her head, remembering the disapproving look on David’s face and the way he barely even took notice of her body in the skin-tight dress, it was enough to steer her to Jake’s place on the other side of town.

  The party was in full swing by the time she parked the car and headed up the walk to the front door. Her hand wavered as she reached up to ring the doorbell. She could hear the music from the street and almost turned on her heel before anyone could answer but just as she did, the door swung open, revealing Jake’s broad smile.

  “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” he said, winking and offering his hand to Kate before she could turn and retreat. “Love the dress,” he muttered in her ear as he pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek. She hesitated, but only briefly, and when she put her hand in his, Kate couldn’t ignore the electric pulse that seemed to pass between them. Jake spun her around and whistled making her giggle. She couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling as he slowly gazed down her body, lingering on her curvy hips before looking back up again. If only David had reacted that same way, she would be at home with him right now.

  “You look positively delicious, Kitty-Kat.”

  He always did know exactly what to say and when to say it, she thought to herself, not sure whether that was a good thing or not. Her guard somewhat lowered as he escorted her inside and closed the door behind her.

  “Looks like you haven’t forgotten how to throw a party,” Kate said nervously.

  “…And you obviously haven’t forgotten about my favorite dress. I’m just surprised you kept it all this time.”

  He almost purred the words, he was so transparent, but when Kate felt his hand slip behind her and rest on her lower back, her thighs throbbed in response.

  “So, who are all these people?” she said, bolting forward and trying to subdue her feelings.

  “Oh, just some guys I know and their wives or girlfriends.”

  “So, what does it take to get a drink around here anyway?” Kate said, trying to put some distance between her and Jake.

  But even as he went around the bar and mixed a drink for her, Kate wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. She watched as he mixed her drink - vodka and cranberry with a twist of orange liqueur - but even as she took the drink when he offered it, she told herself it was just to calm her nerves. She wasn’t going to use this as an excuse to lower her inhibitions. A well-timed compliment, a flash of his smile and a casual hand on her back already did that, and when David winked at her, she knew he was going to use that to his advantage.

  For the
next hour or so, she and David engaged in small-talk with his buddies. Even though they played at being platonic, as the night wore on, their glances lingered longer, their touches became more flirtatious, and as the drinks continued to flow, Kate found herself instigating the flirtation instead of the other way around.

  She was the one who moved closer to him when they sat next to one another, and when she reached across the table to get her drink, she lingered long enough to give him a full view of her ass.

  Kate figured she was doing a pretty good job of it because eventually, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.

  “Here. Come on.”

  Kate feigned reluctance, but the flirtation wasn’t enough anymore. She wanted more too, and she didn’t care what that said about her.

  He ended up leading her downstairs, where the lights were dimmed and soft music played from behind a closed door.

  “I told you at the restaurant…the real action happens behind closed doors.”

  For a brief moment, she felt a pang of guilt. Is this the person she really wanted to be? Isn’t all this meaningless sex the very reason she’d dumped Jake in the first place? She pulled her hand away from him, stopping short of following him all the way into the room. “Wait, Jake, I…I don’t know about this.”

  He turned to look at her, dropping his voice to a sensual growl. “You never used to be so shy, Kitty-Kat. Well…maybe at first, but once you loosened up…”

  He opened the door, and for a moment, Kate had the urge to barrel back upstairs, but when she heard laughter coming from inside, she frowned, peering around him.

  Inside, a large table had been set up to one side of the room. Four or five other men sat at the table, cigar smoke wafting up to form a thick haze in the dim light, bouts of celebratory laughter interrupting the plinking of poker chips as they hit the table.

  “Come on,” Jake said, holding his hand out to her. “Let’s see if you still have that killer instinct.”

  After some quick introductions, Kate settled into one of the chairs at the table, dejectedly fiddling with her chips while she waited. Again, she’d misread all of Jake’s signals. Apparently all of this was just a game to him. He was just acting the way he always had to get a rise out of her. That’s what it was about - he was turned on just by the fact that he could still get her excited for him.