by Mckoy, Cate
"Jaaaaack!" Catlyn playfully slapped his arm.
"Whaaaaat?" He laughed.
"You are such a guy." They laughed. "Oh, my God, I am never gonna be able to look at another chocolate covered strawberry again without blushing my head off."
"Good, because I can't look at one without getting a hard dick," As if to prove his point, his shaft twitched.
"Down, Stud Muffin, let's finish this first." Catlyn shook her head. "I thought men needed a long cooling off period before they could," She pointed at his penis, "You know, perform again."
Jack shrugged. "It's different for everyone, depends on the motivation and the guy's health I suppose."
"Hmm, nothing wrong with your health I see."
He winked. "Not a thing, Kitten." Jack took the bowl and set it on the nightstand. "Come on, finish."
Catlyn took the smaller of the two small boxes, slipping off its only adornment, a bright red ribbon. Upon opening the box, she gasped, covering her mouth with a hand that became less steady. "Oh, Jack, they're beautiful!"
Inside were diamond studs in a square shape, at least 3 carats. Catlyn set the box on the bed and took out her simple small gold loops. With trembling hands she put the diamonds in her ears. She had tears in her eyes as she reached across the small gap separating them. Her fingers threaded through his hair and she kissed him breathless, looking deeply into his eyes she whispered, "Thank you."
Jack roughly cleared his throat which was suddenly dry, "You're welcome."
Smiling Catlyn opened the last box. She raised the charm bracelet. It was white gold with a diamond chip between each link. Although it was obvious more charms could fit, presently, three were strategically placed along the links. One was a tiny replica of her federal badge. One was her astrological sign, Virgo. One was what looked like a fountain pen. They were all made of the same white gold. The detail was very intricate. It was a stunning piece of jewelry.
Confused Catlyn looked at Jack, "My badge I get, my sign I get, but, I don't understand the pen."
He gave her a serious look before he explained, "Ever since I've known you, you have been consumed with writing. You used to eat, breathe and sleep writing. You wrote for the school newspaper." His look turned sad. "I think if it were not for the rape you'd be a writer. I just wanted you to have something to remind you of your earlier dreams."
Shaking her head, she cupped his cheek. "Such an incredible man you are Jack Anthony Gard." She kissed him. "Mm, kisses that are superhero status. Thank you." She tipped her head towards his gifts, "Your turn."
Jack eagerly tore at the first package. He wagged his eyebrows, holding up the boxer-briefs. "Dressing me so you can undress me?"
"I was thinking about how sexy your cock is going to look in those."
"God, woman, you're insatiable."
"I am now."
"No complaints here." He reached over and kissed her. "Thank you, sweetheart." He reached for the flat square package.
Catlyn took it from his hands. "Do this one last."
Curious he looked closer at the package before picking up the other. Opening it quickly he revealed an expensive black watch. "Oh, baby, this is nice. I will have to find a nice place to take you to dinner so I can wear it."
"Not digging the bar and grill, honey?" She teased.
"Not digging bringing my lady to a place where a possible serial killer is hanging around." She handed him his other gift.
Jack opened it slowly, feeling the tension coming off Catlyn. This gift made her nervous. It was a copy of the Kama Sutra. One of the pages was marked with a Post-It. He opened it to reveal a paper pink heart with neat feminine handwriting:
My Darling Jack,
I want to thank you for giving back to me something that was stolen so long ago. Thank you for giving me my femininity, my womanhood and most importantly thank you for giving me your love and heart. Please know that you have mine.
Always, your loving, Catlyn
Close to tears Jack lifted the heart to look at the page she marked. Jack drew in a sharp breath his eyes flying to Catlyn's. Huskily he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Catlyn nodded. "I want you to take me in every way." Nervously she twisted her hands. "I thought we could start with a 69 and move on from there." She looked at him expectantly.
"So, let me get this right, you want us to make love, starting with a 69 and finishing in the sunflower position with me penetrating your anus?"
"Uh, huh."
At her worried look, Jack laughed, "Baby, stop looking as though you asked me to have root canal without the benefit of drugs. No man in his right mind is going to tell the woman he loves no to any kind of sex she wants to try. And, I am here to tell you, I am not that guy. I will have sex with you, anywhere you want, anytime you want and any way you want."
She threw herself in his arms. Her momentum carried him back against the mattress. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She punctuated her gratitude with kisses all over his face.
"Believe me, Kitten, it's my pleasure."
He liked having her weight atop of him. "So, are we doing this tonight? I think you might be sore enough sweetie."
Catlyn shook her head. "No, I am not sore."
Jack gave her a skeptical frown, before she owned up to her ache. "Ok, so I am a little sore." She reached up to kiss him persuasively, "But I am deliciously sore." She licked his Adam's apple. "Come on, Stud Muffin, make me more, sore."
"Christ, sweetheart, you are driving me nuts." He rasped as he took her mouth hungrily. Remembering the small traces of blood earlier in the bathroom, Jack took his time, making sure Catlyn was relaxed and pliant and turned on. He prepared her anus for his penetration, first with fingers, mouth and finally with the lubrication Catlyn had set on the nightstand. When the time came he altered their position a little from the Sunflower Position so that he could watch her eyes as she took him in her ass. He pushed slowly, feeling the tight ring of muscles, he pushed harder.
Catlyn gave a shout at his slow entrance. The sensations of the slow painful heat of his penetration of her anus warred with the wonderful tingle of his gentle tapping against her clit. Stretching, Jack took her mouth in an intense kiss as he gave a final hard thrust, breaching her sphincter muscles completely.
She screamed against his mouth. He took her ragged breaths into his mouth. When he was seated deep in her ass he paused, seeking her eyes. "Ok, Kitten?" He whispered, searching her eyes to get the answer himself. At her nod, he pulled out slowly. "Fuck!" He hissed at the sensation. Unable to stop himself he picked up speed.
The pain was sharp at first but as Jack started to pump in earnest Catlyn felt a tingle along her spine directly to her anus. And when Jack plucked and pulled at her nipples, teased her clit, Catlyn felt that whirling sensation, a prelude to her coming. She went over the edge when Jack thrust two of his fingers in her pussy and orchestrated the thrusting of his fingers with the thrusting of his cock.
"Oh, God, Jack! Yes, yes." She screamed as orgasm overtook her and she felt Jack's hot sperm in her ass. His grunting and heavy panting had her pussy clenching in reaction, a series of tiny convulsions.
"Mmm, God Damn, Kitten, you're gonna kill me with your loving." He laughed as he gave one of her ass cheeks a substantial smack. "But, what a way to go," He laughed again, pulling his cock out of her body.
Catlyn smiled up at him. "Mmm, yeah, what a way to go," She was pleasantly weak. "I think I will just stay like this for a month while I recover from your loving. I think I am gonna be walking funny for a week."
Jack smiled as he smacked her ass again and leaned over and kissed the sting away. "Mmm, baby, that was good."
"Hmmm," Catlyn intoned as she started to drift.
Jack watched her lids flutter close. "A sign your woman's been truly fucked well, she can't keep her eyes open." He laughed again. "Come on, sweetie, shower time."
Catlyn shook her head as she tried to snuggle in the sheet.
Smiling lo
vingly at her, Jack got up and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower to a nice warm temp. He went back to the bed and gathered Catlyn in his arms. She snuggled against his chest and got down to some serious snoozing until Jack put her under the shower's downpour.
"Aaagh! W-what the heck are you doing?" She screeched with her, now wet, hair falling in her face, obscuring the glare she was currently giving Jack.
"Come on, baby, wake up," He pointed to one of the showerheads. "Shower then sleep. I promise. I'll leave one of my t-shirts on the vanity table for you to sleep in." Assured that she was fully awake, Jack left her to it as he went to the bedroom. He quickly blew out the candles, turned off the music, neatly piled their gifts on the dresser and took Catlyn's edible flowers and chocolates down to the fridge. Back in the bedroom he grabbed one of his t-shirts and stripped the bed putting the soiled sheets in the hamper. He went into the bathroom to get fresh linen. He put the t-shirt on the counter. Catlyn was drying her hair with one towel and another wrapped around her body. "Hey, babe, almost done?"
She sheepishly looked at him via the mirror's reflection. "Yes, sorry about falling asleep."
"No sweat. I just knew you'd be uncomfortable if you went to sleep with all the evidence of our loving still all over you and I didn't think you'd want to sleep in any of the wet spots we created."
Catlyn blushed furiously. Jack laughed out loud. "Baby, you can't possibly be embarrassed with me?" With the fresh sheets under his arm he walked towards her. His eyes probed hers in the mirror. "Kitten, you have nothing to be embarrassed about."
Giving him peeks beneath her eyelashes, she said, "It's just embarrassing that most of those wet spots are ones I made."
He put his hand on her hip and kissed her cheek, winking, "That's because all my wetness is inside your body." She gasped, shocked.
Jack turned, laughing, shaking his head at her shyness. "Finish up, baby."
Excited about sleeping with Jack for the first time in his bed, Catlyn quickly finished her bedtime regimen, drying her hair, applying lotion to her body and brushing her teeth. Back inside the bedroom Jack had straightened the bedroom and remade the bed. All the candles were out. Just one small lamp on the right nightstand softly lit the room.
Jack came to her and took her hand. He led her to the left side of the bed, pulling back the comforter and sheet. He waved her in and then pulled the covers over her as she settled back against the pillows. He leaned over her, his eyes glowing with contentment. "Happy Valentine's Day, Catlyn."
Softly smiling she cupped his strong jaw. "Happy Valentine's Day, Jack. Thank you for making this the best one ever."
He kissed her. Not a heated kiss or an overly passionate kiss, just a simple loving kiss. "Right back at ya, sweetheart." He stood. "I am gonna grab a shower. Go to sleep. You're exhausted. I will join you just as soon as I am done."
Jack made quick work of showering and brushing his teeth. Even so, Catlyn was still out like a light when he lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, turning out the light as he whispered, "Goodnight, Catlyn, I love you."
A slight snore was his only answer.
Chapter 13
Catlyn came slowly, reluctantly awake. She didn't want to wake up. She hadn't slept so well in ages. Besides the expensively comfortable mattress, being in Jack's arms had given her a feeling of belonging. She was home.
She stretched, feeling the twinges of pain from muscles she didn't know she had. Or rather she never used. She felt the slight ache between her legs and the more demanding one in her anus. But she wouldn't trade a single moment of pain for anything. Last night, Jack Anthony Gard had made her a woman, his woman, in every sense of the word.
Smiling happily, Catlyn sat up looking for Jack. He wasn't in the bedroom. Leaving the bed she checked the bathroom. He wasn't in there either. As she made her way into the hallway towards the stairs, Catlyn now got the sense it was a noise or something that had woken her rather than her waking naturally.
Walking slowly down the stairs Catlyn thought she heard Jack's voice. Glancing into the living room to ensure he wasn't in there, she rounded the staircase and took the long hallway to the kitchen. The closer she got to the kitchen the louder Jack's voice got even though he was speaking in a murmur. Catlyn wondered to whom he was speaking. He had to be on the phone. She doubted anyone would come to call so early. Perhaps it was a phone ringing that had woken her.
Thinking about giving him a good morning kiss, with a huge smile on her face Catlyn rounded the corner, entering the kitchen. She came to a dead stop as her eyes took in the unbelievable sight before her. Jack, wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, with an outstretched hand and a wide smile was shaking hands with her worst nightmare. J.T. Dark.
Her shocked gasp had the men turning their heads towards her. Jack's eyes turned hard as he swore. J.T. regarded her with dead, blue-ice eyes. Almost simultaneously all three moved. Catlyn turned and ran down the hall, remembering the patio doors at the end of the very long hallway. She heard her name shouted. But, she didn't stop for anything, not even the terror that flooded her body, not the anguish that hammered her. How could she have been so wrong? Again? Jack's betrayal in the hospital 25 years ago seemed like a minor slight compared to this, the ultimate betrayal.
Her legs pumped fast as her past and present began to blur together in her mind. She ran from Jack and J.T. as she had ran from J.T. that long ago day. The patio doors loomed ahead. Chancing a glance behind her, she saw Jack almost upon her. Not daring to stop to open the doors, Catlyn crossed her arms in front of her face and picked up speed and momentum, flinging herself at the glass of the patio doors.
The sound of tinkling glass accompanied her frantic flailing as she crashed through the door. She rolled to the ground not able to keep on her feet with so much momentum. Knowing Jack was not far behind her, as soon as her back hit the ground, she did a shotgun kip to her feet. She came face to face with a scowling Jack. She threw one-two punches without hesitation. He blocked the one to his trachea but not his jaw. The one to his jaw barely fazed him. Catlyn blocked when he went to grab her. Sending her fist once again to his face, following immediately with the back of the same fist to the opposite side of his face, then she gave a no-holds-barred kick to his scrotum.
Harshly, Jack sucked in air and went back several feet. Catlyn turned and ran full out. She passed the pool headed for the small wooded area that bordered his huge back yard. Catlyn knew once she got through the woods there was a road on the other side, not a well-traveled road, but a road nonetheless.
About a hundred yards from the woods, she was struck from behind and felt herself going down. Again her present mimicked her past. Jack tackled her just as J.T. had done. Catlyn braced herself for the jarring pain of being tackled. J.T.'s tackle had been excruciating. Surprisingly, Jack's tackle was painless.
She fought against his restraining arms as they struggled and tumbled along the ground. Jack maneuvered his way in front of her as they struggled to their knees. Catlyn tried to get her arms out of Jack's grasp so she could throw punches, hits, anything. But his hold was like iron, making her realize just how much Jack had been suppressing his strength when dealing with her previously.
Catlyn's heart stopped when she looked over Jack's shoulder and saw J.T. advancing towards them. Her panic overtook her training, her tears began to fall. Taking her eyes off J.T. she looked into Jack's eyes. They were hard, unfeeling. Catlyn was losing her forceful grip on Jack's forearms. She couldn't fight Jack alone and she definitely wouldn't be able to fight both men. Her eyes probed Jack's. "Why?" She screamed as Jack pulled his arms free of her tenuous hold. "Why are you doing this?"
Heart slamming against her ribcage, Catlyn tried to crawl away from Jack. Still on his knees he pulled her down to the grass. She rolled, trying to get space between them. Jack stepped behind her as she made it back to her knees.
Stark terror engulfed her as she saw J.T. getting closer. Jack's ar
m slipped around and under her neck. Catlyn screamed as she felt pressure. "Noooooo!"
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Jack looked towards the kitchen entrance when he heard a strangled gasp. When Catlyn's bright smile crumble into disillusionment he knew he made a huge mistake in postponing his talk with her about his J.T. Dark investigation and all that he learned. She took off down the hall. Jack followed, shouting her name. "Catlyn wait!"
Jack forgot how fast she could be. Before he could catch her she was crashing through the glass. Ignoring the broken glass, Jack hopped over it to close the gap between them. He landed right in front of her and her fist. He blocked a hit to his throat but couldn't stop the one to his jaw. He made a grab for her but she blocked and punched him. He didn't stop her, thinking she would realize his restraint.
Shit! She kicked him in his balls! Jack knew he'd overestimated Catlyn's ability to process anything right now. She was functioning on pure survival mode. Jack was stunned and more than a little hurt she thought he was going to harm her. How could she think that after everything that had happened between them last night?