More Nights With Kate (Jack Ryker)

by M T Stone

  Kate looked simply radiant as she adjusted her cover up and gave me a smile. “I know you like it,” she added with a glimmer in her eyes.

  “I love it… but it’s still not a cover up.”

  “You’re funny, Jack… next time I’ll wear a robe.”

  “That’ll work.”

  Kate was always very comfortable with her body. I’m convinced that she would’ve worn nothing but a thong bottom if it didn’t bother me. It’s a different generation. They are much more European than I will ever be. She sure smells good…

  “Did you hear that Alec Baldwin is marrying a woman who’s almost 27 years younger than him?” Kate asked changing the subject.

  “27 years… wow that’s a big spread,” I replied, which got me an elbow to the side.

  “You’re not nice…” she scoffed.

  “I’m just teasing… Alec Baldwin is far from the only one. Eric Clapton was 53 when he met his current wife and she was only 22. They have been married for ten years and have two or three kids together. Warren Beatty is 21 years older than Annette Bening, and they have been together for almost 20 years. Celine Dion is 26 years younger than her husband is, and they have a fantastic marriage. In fact, they just had twins. Then there’s Tony Randall. He was married for 50 years to his first wife, got remarried when he was 75 to a woman 50 years younger and had two kids with her.”

  “Tony who?”

  “He was a famous actor who was in… never mind. My point is that we are far from the first couple to have a significant age difference.”

  “Hey, you don’t have to convince me. I’ve been onboard the whole time. The only one you needed to convince was you,” she replied, patting me on the leg.

  Touché.

  ~~~

  Chapter 16 – Desert Island Intrusion

  Kate

  Jack wasn’t kidding when he said that we were going somewhere less crowded. After flying across a rather large marina, we headed across a beautiful stretch of turquoise water, before coming to a completely deserted island. This is a little paradise, like something out of a movie. In one corner of the beach, there was a clearing just large enough for Tommy to set down the chopper.

  “I’ll be back to pick you up in 3 ½ hours,” he said, as he helped us off-load our supplies.

  “That will be perfect,” Jack replied, as we began walking toward the beach.

  “This is the most amazing place I’ve seen yet,” I remarked, as we walked out onto the sugar sand beach. The combination of soft, white sand against the backdrop of turquoise and blue water is my absolute favorite.

  “Yeah, this place is perfect,” Jack agreed, as he handed me the picnic basket and picked a nice flat spot to spread out the blanket.

  Peaking inside, I saw that Chef Jameson had sent us a nice bottle of chilled Chardonnay, along with an assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruit. On a sunny 80-degree day, nothing tastes better than a nice cool glass of Chardonnay.

  “Anything you like in there?” Jack asked, as he set up the umbrella.

  “Everything looks great,” I replied, as I began to unpack it. “It looks like he even sent along some sliced roast beef for you.”

  “That’s not just roast beef… That’s some of the Wagyu that I brought back from the city. A beautiful day just got a little brighter,” he said without a hint of sarcasm. He’s totally serious when it comes to beef.

  Jack

  Chef Jameson had gone the extra mile to make my day. I had told him about a New York City restaurant that prepared Wagyu beef by thinly slicing it and grilling it just momentarily with Kishibori Shoyu and white pepper.

  “This is my absolute favorite…” I told Kate, as all other thoughts immediately fled from my mind. “Mmmm, the way it melts on your tongue is almost indescribable.”

  “You will never give up beef will you?” Kate asked, not understanding just how delicious it was.

  “I will never give up this beef, I can guarantee you that. Cheers,” I said, holding up my wine glass. “Here’s to the woman of my dreams, an absolutely gorgeous day on a beautiful island, and the best beef in the world.”

  “The best beef in the world… now that’s something to drink to,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’ll toast to the man of my dreams. As long as you’re with me, I don’t really care where we are or what’s in our picnic basket,” she added.

  “You’re so sweet. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” I replied, softly kissing her full lips. “I’ve been looking forward to being alone with you all morning.”

  “Me, too. Especially after your guest appearance during my massage,” she said, her lips curling into a sultry smile.

  “How did you know it was me?”

  “Those big, hot hands,” she replied pushing me back onto the blanket. I guess lunch will have to wait.

  My heart rate immediately reacted as her soft lips began to caress mine. “Is everything alright?” Kate asked sensing a change in my focus.

  “Everything is great. I was just thinking that I would rather be on top,” I told her as I rolled her off me and onto her back. “You should know by now that I like to be in control.”

  “You and I have that in common… That’s what will make this so interesting,” she concurred.

  “I’m all for healthy give and take.” I took her head in my hands and began kissing her more passionately. We have all the time in the world and nothing to distract us. I continued to focus on her lips, sucking on her top lip, and teasing her with my tongue. Kate moaned as she began to kiss me back with a renewed spark of lust that had been missing recently. It’s good to see that the fire is still alive. For the next few minutes, we were both completely captivated with one another. There was no frenzied rush to get naked, no feelings that I had anything to prove, and a complete lack of outside pressure. No one was walking by in the hallway, knocking at the door, or delivering lattes. It was just the two of us, and it felt like pure heaven.

  Kate

  As long as I’m in Jack’s arms, the world is perfect. I think we should stay on this deserted island for a month. They can deliver food and tell our families that we are on an extended vacation. It’s been a long time since I had a make-out session... I love it!

  After several minutes of kissing, Jack reached back and grabbed our glasses of wine. “All of this kissing is making me thirsty,” he said with a wink. As I leaned forward to take a sip, he reached behind me and pulled the string of my bikini top.

  “So there was an ulterior motive…”

  “No, that wasn’t part of the plan. I just saw an opportunity and took advantage of it,” he said with a boyish grin.

  “I’ll give you something to advantage of…”

  “I love the way you think,” he replied, as he lowered me back onto the blanket and threw my top to the side. Taking another sip of wine, he began to tease my nipples with his chardonnay-chilled tongue.

  “Mmmm, I like that,” I assured him, as they hardened against his touch.

  He poured a splash of wine in my belly button and dipped his tongue in it. He slowly slid his tongue up the crease of my abdomen before retracing the path with subtle kisses. Once again, he dipped his tongue and began to make little circles, alternating between tongue strokes and kisses.

  “You are making me so hot…”

  “I’m glad,” he murmured while continuing his tender tongue strokes.

  A gasp of anticipation escaped my lips as he enveloped my ass with his hands and lifted me slightly off the blanket. Take me now, Jack, was my only thought. The sexual tension that had begun hours before was more than I could take. I felt his hot tongue against my bikini bottom and reached down to help him remove it. He repositioned slightly hooking my thong with his thumbs and continued the subtle tease. I guess I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.

  I reached down slipping a hand under my waistband. As my fingers entered my folds, they were met by an explosion of excited juices. Jack had gotten me all revved up earlier with no re
solution and now he insisted upon doing it again. What’s he trying to do to me? I began to stroke my swollen clit while Jack continued to tease my inner thighs and my bikini covered slit with his lips and tongue. My god, this isn’t going to take long. The combination of the two was quickly sending me to the edge of relief.

  Jack

  As Kate’s hips wriggled beneath me, I couldn’t help smiling to myself. I love driving her right to the edge of ecstasy. As Kate began to moan more loudly, however, I also began to hear a strange muffled sound. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but it continued to grow in intensity. Suddenly Kate heard it as well and froze in mid-stroke.

  “What’s that?” she asked with a startled look.

  “It sounds like Tommy’s back already,” I said, trying to track down the source of the sound. The sound was slightly different this time, but we both immediately knew that it was a helicopter.

  “Son of a bitch,” Kate exclaimed as she scrambled to find her top.

  I turned and spotted an all black helicopter hovering just 100 meters or so behind us. What the hell… I scrambled to my feet and ran towards it. My intent was to see if there were any distinguishing markings, but it immediately ascended and took off over the trees. A multitude of questions flashed through my mind in an instant. Who the hell was that? Why would they be spying on us? How would anyone even know that we were here?

  “Who was it?” Kate asked breathlessly as she caught up with me.

  “It looked like a normal helicopter with a camera or something mounted on the side of it,” I said, still trying to piece it all together. “I was hoping to see if there were any markings, but the damn thing took off too quickly.”

  “A helicopter with a camera; and once again, I’m the only one naked,” Kate blurted out in a moment of déjà vu.

  “The way you run around in that little thong, I don’t think that nudity bothers you too much. Does it?” I countered.

  “Really, Jack? You think that I like people publishing pictures of my little boobs. That just makes me feel violated!” she retorted, taken aback by my off the cuff comment.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m just upset too.” I forgot that she’s sensitive about her breasts. In my mind, her body is perfect. What’s the obsession with big boobs anyway?

  “Do you think that this was random, or is someone actually spying on us? It could’ve been a camera crew of some kind,” she reasoned.

  “That’s what I intend to find out. I don’t think a camera crew would take off over the trees when I ran toward them. However, no one knows that we are here, except for Tommy and a couple of crewmembers. We might need to have a little ‘come to Jesus’ meeting when we get back to the ship.”

  I grabbed my satellite phone and called Tommy to come back and pick us up. He seemed completely shocked when I told him what happened. “It doesn’t get much more desolate than that place,” he said in disbelief. “Who are you and what have you done?”

  “I have come to the conclusion that I’m pissing off the wrong people,” I confided. “I can’t imagine who would track me to the ends of the earth, though. We want to get out of here asap.”

  “I don’t blame you, sir. I’ll be on my way within a few minutes,” he assured.

  Kate

  Paparazzi lurking outside of our hotel in New York City was somewhat understandable, but a helicopter on a totally deserted island... That’s insane. I can’t imagine Captain Alexander or Tommy having anything to do with this. They seem like awesome people, but I guess we don’t really know them that well.

  “How about another glass of Chardonnay and some roast beef while we wait,” I suggested, hoping to take the edge off the moment. It had been such a fantastic day prior to the interruption.

  “Why not,” Jack replied, “We obviously can’t do much else, even though we’re supposedly on a deserted island.”

  “So what are you thinking? Why would someone be spying on us?”

  “I’ve been trying to figure that out ever since we were in Allentown. I thought that it was the Ricci brothers, but they pled ignorance when Anthony confronted them. Maybe they were telling the truth,” he said, thinking out loud.

  “It’s obviously has to be someone pretty rich.”

  “Yeah, after seeing that helicopter today, I can narrow down the field. Over the years, I’ve had a few run-ins with the largest off shore manufacturer,” he explained while mindlessly devouring the entire plate of beef and smoked mozzarella.

  “And you think that he’s upset about Allentown? It’s just a little factory, and my line isn’t even launched yet.”

  “That’s not the point. He knows that if I get the numbers to work with your line, I’ll be able to do it for others,” Jack speculated, trying to make sense of all of it. “They don’t want to see anyone trying to reverse the 30 year off-shore manufacturing trend.”

  “I still don’t get why they would be spying on us out here,” I replied, still confused by the whole thing.

  “They want us to feel vulnerable. They are letting me know that they are watching our every move and that there is no safe place to hide,” he reasoned in a very calm voice. “I think I know who this is and very soon I will begin turning the tables on him.”

  “It’s someone who owns offshore factories?”

  “Yes. And the intimidation tactics point to Sau-Ming,” he said, looking down at his phone. “I’ll bet this is how he’s tracking me. I had it reprogrammed right after our trip to Allentown,” he added in a moment of realization.

  “Reprogrammed for what?”

  “I paid some guy a grand to enable it ne to be able to make satellite calls. Once it was upgraded, I would be able to make calls from anywhere in the world.”

  “Who programmed it?”

  “It was a guy the yacht broker recommended. He told me that it would work worldwide after the modifications and so far…” he paused in mid-sentence. “I wonder if the damn yacht broker knows Sau-Ming…”

  “You think it was a set up?”

  “You know, I didn’t like the guy right from the start. He seemed like a total sleaze ball, which is why I had them reset the transponders and install a new GPS and communication system. I also wanted high speed internet installed, but there wasn’t enough time.”

  “If I were you, I would toss that phone in the ocean right now.”

  “No, I’ve got a better idea. I’m going to send it to Anthony. He’ll know how to use it to draw them out. Then we’ll know for sure who we are dealing with,” he countered with a smile re-emerging on his face.

  This time, when we heard a helicopter approaching, it was a welcome sight. Thank God it’s Tommy, so we can get out of here.

  Jack

  “Did you have enough time?” I whispered to Tommy as I climbed into the back seat.

  “You guys are all set,” he replied with a wink.

  The simplest things can present logistical challenges when you live on a yacht. Tommy had to make a stop in Freeport on his way back to pick up a box of chocolates and several dozen flowers. I know that roses and chocolates are cliché, but I’m a guy who likes tradition. Besides, Kate and I both love chocolate. I had also asked the maids to change out our bedding in favor of some red Mulberry silk sheets. The thought of Kate’s silky, smooth skin in between those silk sheets makes me want to whisk her off to the room the moment this helicopter lands. Unfortunately, my first order of business was to find out what Captain Alexander and Tommy knew about tracking satellite phones.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re still going to have an amazing Valentine’s Day,” I assured Kate, as we both settled in for the short flight.

  “You promise?”

  “I promise.” I put my arm around her and held her close the remainder of the flight. I was determined not to let anyone or anything ruin our first holiday together. In the early years of our marriage, Eva and I went to great lengths to make sure we spent important holidays, anniversaries, and birthda
ys together. As we got older, we let our busy schedules come between us. Once she was gone, that turned out to be my biggest regret. Since her death, I had spent the past three Valentine’s Days wishing I had made more of an effort. I won’t let that happen again.

  Chapter 17 – A Bed Of Roses

  Kate

  I was totally blown away by our room. It was obvious that Jack had thought about every detail. The entire suite had been transformed into a Valentine’s Day sanctuary, complete with several dozen flowers, chilled champagne and an assortment of fancy chocolates. Yikes, I feel like a cheap ass. I haven’t been anywhere to buy him a decent present. I’m going to have to do something special for him instead. The red silk sheets and flower bouquets had given me an idea. He won’t be concerned about a present when he comes back and finds me waiting for him.

  First, I slipped into a nice luxurious bath to wash away the massage oil and sand from the beach. I ran over my legs quickly to make sure they were nice and smooth. The sun was shining in on the bed, so after drying my hair, I stretched out to absorb some sunshine. It felt nice since our time on the beach had been cut short. I sent Jack a quick text asking how much longer his meeting was going to be and he replied that they were wrapping things up. It’s time to execute my plan…

  I grabbed a handful of red roses and spread them around the bed. I grabbed and equal amount of the other two types of flowers and began to arrange them as well. Slipping into the middle of the bed, I began to strategically place some of the flowers to cover my breasts and private parts. Glancing up at the ceiling, I could see by the reflection that I was achieving the desired effect. Just as I finished getting into position my phone began to buzz. Damn, I left it on the counter. It’s the generic ring tone, so it’s not one of my personal contacts. I’ll have to get back to them later on. My phone buzzed again, so I knew that the unknown caller had left me a voice mail. As I held my pose, I began to hear footsteps coming down the hallway. Shit, Jack is talking to someone. I panicked for a split second before realizing that I better just stay in place and keep things covered up.