From This Moment (Jackson Hole)

by Alison Chaffin Higson

  On the plane we realize our seats are actually in the same row and with a silent groan, I head towards them. I offer Rona the window seat which she accepts and then Jake shoots into the middle seat before I can get my act together. I got distracted with the shape of Rona’s perfect butt while she was getting into her seat.

  Sitting on the aisle side has the advantage of being able to stretch my legs, as I always end up scrunched up. Jake, sitting so close to the woman in my thoughts, wasn’t helping my comfort on this occasion.

  Once airborne, I decide I’d better visit the toilets to calm down before I do something to embarrass myself. Like telling Jake to stop chatting my woman up and to change seats with me. Or, before either one of them notices the hard-on in my jeans that I’m trying to hide under my t-shirt. It certainly isn’t something I want my son to witness.

  “Excuse me a minute,” I say to both Jake and Rona. Unclipping my seat belt, I feel Rona’s eyes on me as I start to head towards the back of the plane to the toilets.

  As soon as I enter, I shut the door and make sure it’s locked. The last thing I need right now is Rona walking in on me thinking the bathroom is vacant. Then again, maybe that could be the best thing to happen to me in a long time!

  Leaning against the door, taking some deep breaths, I put my hand to the front of my jeans, groaning when it comes into contact with the hardness beneath. I unzip and my erection springs free. Wrapping my hand around, I move it up and down a couple of times. God, that feels good – this isn’t going to last long.

  Moving away from the door, leaning slightly over the toilet seat, I rest my left arm against the wall. Shoving my jeans further down my legs, I slowly move my hand downwards over my aching cock to my balls. Massaging them – I leak pre-cum.

  Groaning, I take a firm hold of my shaft. Starting to fist my cock; I think about Rona, what she would look like on her knees in front of me with her mouth wrapped around me. What it would feel like when she swallows around the tip. I harden even more. Moving my fist up and down, even faster – my balls pull up. Biting down on my arm, I come in what feels like the best friggin’ orgasm of my life.

  Taking deep breaths and with legs that feel like jelly, I clean up.

  God, I’ve never done anything like this in a public place before and I can’t believe I just have. I hope when I sit back down the hard-on from hell doesn’t return with a vengeance.

  As I approach my seat, Rona is looking in my direction; I can’t stop looking at her and nearly fall over a small child who’s stood in the aisle. I start getting embarrassed; I quickly apologize, and then head for my seat. Finally, arriving back, Rona is still looking at me with eyes full of laughter. With a really big grin, “I think you need to sit down now.” She starts to laugh.

  Her laugh is infectious and I try to scowl at her, but I don’t quite pull it off.

  “I’m sorry, but the look on your face when you realized your path wasn’t clear was funny.”

  She’s looking at me with a sad smile now, “I need to sleep for a while. I’ve been awake for a long time and with the time difference. I’m so tired. Would you mind passing me a pillow?”

  I look at her for a short time then stand up again to retrieve a pillow from the overhead compartment. She then settles down to sleep.

  During the flight she ends up sleeping on Jake’s shoulder. Jake being Jake put his arm around her and got comfortable. I spent the flight reading. If anyone asked what I was reading, I seriously don’t think I’d be able to answer.

  It’s hell being so attracted to the same woman as your son. I know that nothing can actually happen between us; she’s younger than Anna and Jake, my twenty-five year old twins. Knowing that certainly isn’t helping and I really need to stop feeling jealous of my son.

  ~~ Rona ~~

  Waking up on the descent into Jackson Hole, I find myself looking straight into Jake’s eyes which are mere inches away from mine. I must have somehow cuddled up to him during the flight. I’m practically lying in his lap.

  “Gosh, I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized I was sleeping on you.” I scramble to get back into my seat all embarrassed, especially with Cade looking on.

  “Don’t worry, I enjoyed it.” Jake replies with a small laugh, “You know, I’ve been thinking about your accommodation problem and I’ve come up with another option.”

  “I’m open to options. What are you thinking?”

  “There’s plenty of room at our place and you won’t be alone with the both of us, at least for the next two weeks. My sister Beth and her husband Mack along with their kids are staying with us while they have work done on their house.” Jake looks at his dad for confirmation.

  “I can’t do that. We don’t even know each other.” Half hoping Cade will come up with an excuse why I can’t stay with them. But I know I’ll be upset if he does.

  “You’d be more than welcome to stay with us. As Jake says there’s plenty of room and my daughter is there. I’m sure she would love having another female around for company.” He says this looking at me and I can’t think of anywhere else that I want to be right now.

  “Thank you I would love to stay with you and your family.” My heart beats wildly. I’m wondering what I’m doing.

  Once we disembark, Cade and Jake lead the way to collect our luggage. Thankfully, it’s arrived with us.

  As we start towards the exit, Jake shoots off saying he’s going to go retrieve the car from the parking lot and will be back shortly.

  Cade suggests that we wait for Jake outside to get some fresh air after being inside all day. Walking outside it’s rather windy. Cade directs me towards the end of the car pickup area to take shelter in an alcove, facing away from the road and the wind.

  I feel really odd being alone with Cade, because of how attractive he is. He really is yummy and I can’t get over the fact that he’s twenty-one years older than me. He seems to be attracted to me, but knowing his age, well, I guess he would be more interested in someone more his own age. Then he turns to look at me and I find myself transfixed by his blazing green eyes.

  “Is it far to your place?” I try to fill in some of the silence.

  He doesn’t answer, but is still looking at me. Taking a step closer, he puts his hand to the side of my face.

  “Your skin feels like silk.” He caresses my cheek. “I’ve been wondering how you would feel against my hand since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  I turn my face slightly into his touch and kiss his palm. Sucking in his breath, he moves even closer to me.

  “You need to let Jake show you around and introduce you to his friends,” he says, as though he’s in pain, while I continue to burrow into his hand.

  “Why not you?” I whisper against his hand; my eyes are still locked to his.

  “I want nothing more than to be the one to show you around and spend time with you, but I’m forty-five which is far too old for you. Jake is only a year older than you.” Taking a deep breath he continues, “I’ve never reacted to anyone before the way I react to you, which I need to get over because anything between us is impossible.”

  At this comment, I can feel my heart breaking, he looks so sad with what he’s just said and it’s brought tears to my eyes. I move slightly away from him hoping he doesn’t see my reaction. But unfortunately he does.

  “Hey, don’t cry.”

  I turn to walk away, but he catches hold of my arm and brings me back to him with my back against his chest.

  Once there, he inhales slowly and turns me around to face him. He lifts his hands to my face and uses his thumbs to wipe my tears away. He looks straight into my eyes, “If you think for one minute that seeing you go off with Jake everyday is going to be easy for me then think again. I don’t think anything is going to be the same again for me and the thought of you with him – In bed with him or anyone else for that matter makes me want to hit something. Very hard.”

  He’s still holding my face and, during our conversation, he’s gotten so
close to me that we are now chest to chest and hidden from view by the alcove. My breathing has become slightly labored and so has Cades. I find myself wanting just one taste of him.

  “Kiss me.” I ask, looking at him, “At least put your tongue inside me….” and before I can finish his lips meet mine with such force, I don’t think I’ll ever recover. As he starts kissing me, I’m not sure who moves in first. I’m pressed close to him with my back against the wall and one of my legs wrapped around one of his.

  His mouth on mine sends tingles all the way through me to my core. My arms wrap around his neck. My hands go to the nape of his neck; I run my fingers through his hair. He tastes all male and smells so good. I never want this kiss to end. My nipples are hard tips digging into his chest, our tongues continue to duel. God, I’m so wet and want him so badly.

  ~~ Cade ~~

  Heaven help me, when she said to me ‘at least put your tongue inside me’. I just lose it, having to taste her. Our mouths meet; she opens her mouth to me. I slip my tongue inside her like she asks. Our tongues fuse; I never want to come up for air.

  She tastes like coffee and chocolate. With our mouths still locked together, she wraps her arms around me, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck; sending shivers straight through me to my cock.

  Holding her in my arms, I move her back towards the wall for support. She wraps her leg around me and starts to rub herself against my erection. I’m in heaven and nearly come like a teenager on his first outing with a girl. She feels so good and right in my arms. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let her go, which I know I have to do, but I wasn’t about to stop this kiss, at least not yet.

  She pulls her mouth from mine for much needed air, but I find it impossible to stop tasting her. Placing tiny kisses along her mouth, I move down to her neck, her collarbone, then back up to her ear. I bite down slightly. She shivers.

  Moving back to kiss her mouth, I put my hand up under her t-shirt and slowly move up to her breasts. Teasing her nipple with my fingers through her thin bra, I feel it tighten even more. With my other hand, I take hold of her butt to align her better with my erection.

  She tastes so good and is so responsive to my touch – driving me crazy.

  Cupping one of her breasts in my hand, I remove it from her bra. Placing my mouth on her, I suck her nipple into my mouth. She goes wild in my arms and rubs herself against my shaft. Christ, I’m so aroused with having Rona in my arms. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back the orgasm that I’ve been hovering on the edge of since the first touch.

  Within seconds her breathing changes. She moans – loudly. Moving back to her mouth, our tongues meet and mate; I move my other hand to the fastening on her jeans; undoing the button and zipper. I slip my hand into the front, moving my hand lower; she digs her nails into my shoulders. I slide my fingers through her wet heat – boy is she wet! Removing my hand from between her thighs, I shove both hands into the back of her jeans, landing on her naked butt. Thank god for thongs!

  Pulling her back into my erection we both grind against each other; squeezing her butt, she shakes in orgasm. I come in my jeans. Seeing stars, I shut my eyes and just hold on to her while I come back down to earth.

  Rona’s still holding on to me as though her life depends on it. Her breathing starts to even out.

  She finally looks up at me, “So that’s what all the talk is about.” I just look at her not comprehending what she’s telling me at first and then I realize she’s telling me – that was her first orgasm.

  “What. I mean why. I mean you were engaged, didn’t you....” After her response, I’m actually lost for words.

  Taking pity on me, “I had sex now and again with Nick, but he was always too impatient and I was never so in tune with him, like I just was with you.”

  I just grin at her.

  “It’s even better when there are no clothes involved,” I say, on a sigh, while fastening her jeans back up.

  ~~ Rona ~~

  I rest my head on his shoulder as he continues to hold me stroking my back. How the hell am I going to walk away from this guy? I’d heard what he said about the age difference, which I guess is a major problem, and I don’t see a way around it. As our heart rates start to get back to normal, I pull away slightly from Cade and look up with my arms still around him.

  “Are you okay?” he asks me with such a tender smile on his face.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again, unless I’m in your arms.”

  He tightens his hold on me as he hears what I say. Putting his lips to my forehead and placing a small kiss there, he then rests his forehead against mine while looking into my eyes.

  “God, please don’t say that. You have to find a younger guy to be with, although it will kill me. This closeness between us can never happen again. I can’t believe it happened in the first place. You taste and smell so good; I just can’t stop touching you. I need to find the strength to keep my hands off you.”

  I rest my forehead against his chest and hold on as tight as he’s holding me. Taking a deep breath, I look up. Our eyes meet as he leans down and gives me a really tender kiss.

  Hearing a vehicle approach, we reluctantly step apart.

  Chapter 2

  ~~ Rona ~~

  While I sit quietly in the back of Jake’s SUV, I look out of the window and all I can see is me, in Cade’s arms, back at the airport. I still can’t believe what happened back there, that he wanted me so much to risk being caught in public. Not once in my life have I done anything like that. Heck! I used to get embarrassed when Nick kissed me goodbye outside the cafe where we sometimes met for lunch.

  Jake chatted most of the way back to the house; about what, I couldn’t tell you. I was too distracted with Cade.

  “Rona, we’re just about to turn on to the property,” Cade tells me, as he turns around to look at me, our eyes meet. This sends my heart rate sky high. What is it about this guy that has my heart all a flutter?

  I manage to look away, back outside and finally start to pay attention to my surroundings.

  The views are tremendous, with snow capped mountains surrounded by trees along the mountain highway. As Jake makes a right turn, we enter a tunnel of tall cottonwoods and pines; I can just make out what looks to be a lake behind the trees to the right.

  “Wow, I love the lake,” I say in amazement. “I don’t remember seeing anything so pretty before.”

  “You can’t really see it properly from here. It isn’t big enough to be a lake, more like a pond, although it’s about three acres in size. You can see the pond from the house,” Jake adds.

  Just then we come out of the trees to the most amazing house. It’s a huge structure of mainly glass and wood with what looks to be a couple of feet of large stones around the base. I’ve never seen anything like it before.

  The gardens look like something out of a gardening magazine with well maintained lawns surrounded by various plants and flowers. “Your garden is amazing.”

  “A landscape company in Jackson looks after them, because I don’t always have the time to spend in the garden.” Cade looks pleased that I appreciate the gardens.

  Jake stops the car in front of the path leading to the house. Climbing out, Cade tells me they’ll get the luggage. I start to walk slowly up the path taking in the view and the fresh air. It’s amazing.

  The front porch is a huge extension of the house and has what looks like tree trunks supporting the front, with circular flower planters around the base, looking really attractive. The front door is huge and would probably fit a giant through.

  We enter the house into a lovely spacious reception room; Cade finds a note on the table in the centre. “It looks like Beth and family have moved back home. Their house apparently is ready to be lived in again.”

  Cade turns back to look at me and Jake by the door, “I hope it won’t put you off staying with us, but if you prefer, I can phone one of my daughters to see if you’d be able stay with
them instead of two bachelors.”

  “Ha!” Jake looks at his dad, “You can be her chaperone and make sure I behave myself,” he laughs and looks at me, not seeing the hurt on his father’s face.

  “I haven’t needed a chaperone in a long time, thank you very much Mr Matthews.” I point my finger at Jake, who’s laughing, “and I don’t mind staying with two bachelors. Perhaps you should get your daughter back to act as chaperone to protect you both from me.” I offer them a wicked grin, meeting Cade’s lustful eyes.

  Jake continues laughing, not noticing the hot look passing between his dad and me.

  ~~ Cade ~~

  Hearing Jake tell me that I can be her chaperone nearly tore my heart out. After what happened at the airport, I want to shout to the world that she’s mine and for everyone else to keep their distance. I know she’ll find someone around her own age eventually, and that will hurt, especially if I have to watch her with my own son all the time.