Mine, Not Hers (True Love Book 1) (11 page)

“What in the world do you find so funny?”

I feel my face flush.

“I wanted to tell you today, because I’ve been feeling silly about it. I’ve been having
dream
s about Jason.”

She seems a bit exasperated, and more than a little confused.

“What? What does this have to do with this mystery woman?”

“Well, the dreams I've been having are a little racy. I’m watching Jason with another woman.”

Now I see the Melanie I know and love. She begins to laugh a belly laugh.

“That’s
it
?” she can barely squeak out between bursts of laughter. OK, now I feel like an idiot for being jealous.

“Don’t laugh at me! It’s not funny!” I say as a huge smile comes across my face. We sit there for a few minutes and laugh. As we both settle down, we have to wipe away the tears. That was cathartic for both of us.

“Katie, sweetie, please tell me it’s not the first time you've ever had those types of dreams about him. That’s so common! I didn’t speak to Chris for days because he slapped a flight attendant’s butt in one of mine! They're harmless. You should enjoy being a bit naughty.”

She smiles at me. She knows that Jason is the only man I've ever been with.

“To be honest, I’ve enjoyed them. It’s really hot to see him like that. The only problem is that when I wake up, it feels like it really happened, like when you dream you show up at school naked. It’s the first time in our marriage that I’ve felt insecure. It’s stupid, I know, but I just don’t know how to process these feelings. They started when he began to travel overnight.”

Melanie touches my hand.

“Don’t be hard on yourself. These are normal feelings of insecurity. When your man’s gone, your imagination can go haywire. You have to be careful and not let it take over. Keep reminding yourself of who Jason really is, and what your marriage is all about. Oh yeah, and
enjoy
them, for Pete’s sake!”

She walks over to the sink to rinse her cup. I’m not ready for her to leave yet. I turn my chair in her direction.

“When you described what she looked like, I got a little nervous because it’s the exact description of the woman in my dreams.”

That’s all she had to hear. In an instant she’s right next to me.

“Do you think it’s a sign? You said you've never met this person, Dr. Wells, right?”

I think for a moment.

“No, I never said that. I don’t remember if I met her or not. Now that I think about it, the only colleagues of Jason’s I’ve ever met were men.”

“So you've never had a picture of this woman in your mind before, right?” She’s on a roll.

“I guess not, no.”

I see the smoke coming from her ears, her mind racing fast.

“Jason has never mentioned her, or someone like her, to you? Any descriptions?”

“No, Mel, I would have remembered that. Jason mostly deals with his patients and just a few outside specialists. He’s never mentioned a woman before.”

“Chris mentioned that the woman had striking eyes, have you seen them in your dreams?”

“No. I only see her head or her body from behind. She has an amazing figure, but I’ve never seen her face.”

That makes her laugh.

“From behind? Oh, Jason’s a nasty boy.”

“Stop! Please, my sides hurt from laughing before.”

I feel so much better getting this off my chest. I feel juvenile for blaming my husband for something he’s not doing. Mel’s right. I should just take advantage of these mini-movies and remember who Jason really is. We
did
have amazing sex after I told him. I haven't seen him like that in a quite a while.

Katie

Jason gets in late the next evening. The kids and I have finished dinner, and they’re headed up to bed.

“Daddy!” they both scream as Jason walks in.

“What are you guys still doing up?”

“I told them they could stay up for you. They really miss you when you’re gone,” I say that a bit sheepishly, without meaning to.

“Are they the only ones who missed me?”

He rushes me to pick me up while kissing my neck. Oh, paradise. That’s my favorite. He’s so much bigger than me, and he can lift me like a feather. My heart flutters and my head spins every time he does it. Oh, my man is back, and I’ve been counting the minutes.

“OK, up to bed, you two. If you get up early enough, maybe Dad will take you for donuts,” I say, pointing up the stairs.

They run over each other racing to get to bed first. They love donut morning with Dad.

“G’night!” They both scream, and it’s suddenly quiet.

I look over at Jason, and he’s pouring himself a large glass of red wine.

“Want one?” he asks with a gleam in his eye. He knows what alcohol does to me.

“Sure, why not. We can toast to the Valentine’s Day that never was.”

“Ouch.” He winces at the comment.

“Oh, honey, I was just playing. I’m sorry.”

He takes a deep swallow.

“I know. I’m just disappointed that we couldn’t be together,” he pours me a glass, and reaches his hand out for mine. “Come sit with me. I missed you.”

Instead of the living room, he leads me to our formal sitting room. It’s quiet, and beautiful. It’s on the opposite side of the house so the kids can’t hear us. We sit on the plush sofa that I think we’ve sat on once, in the showroom, and I see him visibly relax.

“Red wine, on this sofa? Are you trying to kill me?” I ask with a cheeky grin.

He sets down his glass after another deep swallow. I follow suit and take a big gulp, and then set mine down as well. He pulls me onto his lap and kisses me deeply. It’s erotic; I taste the red wine on his lips and tongue, it makes my head swim. We start grasping at each other. Hair, face, hips and any part of the body we can get our hands on. My face is flushed and my body breaks into a sweat. We break the bond of our mouths, and he looks vicious. His pupils are dilated and there are beads of sweat rolling down his brow.

“I missed you so much, baby.”

He wastes no time. He scoops me in his arms and takes the stairs two by two. As we reach the bedroom, he instructs me to get undressed, and then he leaves the room. When he comes back, he has the wine bottle but no glasses. He is faster than me, so I strip myself and yank the covers down off the bed.

“Where are the glasses?”

“We don’t need any. I’m going to drink you.”

Holy hell.

He goes to the bathroom for a couple of towels. He pulls the comforter completely off the bed, lays the towels down and motions for me to lie down on them. He is still fully clothed. I see his muscles strain against the damp fabric of his sweat-moistened shirt, and the bulge in his suit pants from his erection. I think I might explode. He climbs onto the bed, and it’s clear where he’s headed. He gently grabs my legs behind the knees, and pulls them up so they fall open. He lies down like he’s bowing at the altar, and slowly begins to kiss my belly. He is taking his time, which looks like he is struggling to do. I wouldn’t mind a quick ravage now, but he seems insistent on making me wait. He takes a big sip of wine and then drizzles it over my stomach. I feel the warm liquid coming out of his mouth. I know where this is going, but the anticipation is killing me!

He grabs the bottle and takes another big swig, but keeps it in his mouth. He puts his head between my legs and slowly lets the warm wine seep out of his mouth and spill over my overheated crotch; it feels like heaven. He teases me with his tongue, first on my thighs, then around my wet lips, and near, but not on, my clit. This man is overwhelming. He looks up at me and winks. Holy Shit! Just like in my dream! He tilts his head back down and begins to lick my clit and inside me like a starving man. He pours more wine and is lapping it up. I start to shake; I can’t hold back.

My orgasm rips through me so fiercely that I grab the back of his head and shove him as deep into me as I can. He slips a finger inside while continuing to assault me with his tongue.

I scream out, “Jason!”

I’m still grasping at his head while my orgasm starts to fade. I release his hair, and he giggles and says, “Ouch” as he rubs his head. I’m blushing; I can’t believe how quickly I came. Something about the wink set me over the edge. If jealousy makes me feel like that, I’ll take those dreams every night.

His expression tells me that our evening is just beginning, and that was the warm-up round. I guess he
was
horny on the road. The road! That woman!  I haven't even had a chance to think about that yet. I can't let that enter my mind right now, or he’ll know something is wrong, although right now, he looks focused. He is staring intently down at me. Playtime is over; he means business. He slowly unzips his pants, which I’m shocked haven't ripped under the strain of his erection. His glorious cock is freed. It looks different. He shaved!  Everything! I’ve never seen him like this.

“What did you do?”

I know my eyes are as big as dinner plates.

“Well, I got a little bored in the shower, and I thought it might be fun.”

It looks mouth-watering, so I bend down and put my lips around it. He tastes amazing. His balls are shaved, too. I lick every inch of him; I can’t get enough. I feel his skin tighten and quiver with every touch.

“Holy shit, it’s sensitive. I can feel everything.” His voice is low and raspy.

“Should I stop?” I ask hesitantly; I really don’t want to.

“Fuck no! It’s out of this world! I don’t know how much of your mouth I can take though. I want to fuck you like this so I can feel all of you. Do you want to go bald, too?” He has that gleam in his eye.

“Now?”

I stop for a moment and look at him. He gets a firm grasp on his dick, and slowly strokes it.

“Yeah, it’ll be hot. Don’t worry, I’m keeping it warm for you.”

He winks at me again.

I hop off the bed as fast as I can move. I run the bath and grab my razor and gel. I sit on the side of the tub, but I really need to get all wet. I fumble with my razor and drop it in the water. Get a grip! He’s got me so rattled, I barely know my name. Being as careful as possible under the rushed circumstances, I do a pretty good job I think, and grab a towel to dry off. Oh my God, it’s freezing! I sprint back into the bedroom, but an amazing sight stops me dead. He is lying back on the bed with his eyes closed, his hand firmly around his dick. He is stroking his cock while seeing something play out in his mind. My insecurity rear’s its ugly head, and I pray that he’s still thinking about me. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen, and doing that in front of me makes me weak in the knees.

I shut the door behind me so he knows I’m there. He doesn't stop, doesn't even open his eyes, just motions me over with his free hand. I snuggle against his warm body, and pull the blanket over us both. I lie on top of him and he growls.

“Yeah, baby, you feel good. I can feel your clit against my skin. Rub your bare clit against my dick.”

Whoa. I don’t know if I've ever heard him like that. It goes right to my crotch. I didn't think I could get any hotter than I was before; I no longer have a chill. I sit up straddling him and throw the covers back. He opens his eyes and tilts his head to look at me. I'm slowly riding up and down his full length as it lies against his stomach. I’m so wet; it glides smoothly. I can feel everything. Every nerve in my body is awake. His eyes are dark now, and he’s moaning.

“I need to feel you, baby.”

I sit up and he guides his cock inside me. Everything is exposed, what a glorious view. I can see his cock go into my slit, and I squeeze myself around him.

“Careful, this is too good, let’s make it last.”

He is breathing heavily. Once again he is in control and measured with every move he makes. We’re both struggling against our rising orgasms; the feeling is incredible. He flips us both over so he’s on top. He pushes my knees up against my chest and rams his cock hard inside me. I feel every inch of him and my cunt betrays me, and contracts with force. I scream out for the second time. I quiver with him inside me, and he finally succumbs to his release. His face is so beautiful when he comes.

“Oh, baby, I missed you.”

He’s careful to lie down next me so he doesn’t smother me under his weight. He begins to lightly snore seconds after lying down. He startles when I get up to go to the bathroom, but just rolls over and falls back to sleep. Poor thing, I know he’s exhausted. I’m tired too, but also energized. Having two mind-blowing orgasms like that in the span of an hour has my nerve endings standing at attention.

Katie

I wake up early, and panic. The clock says seven, but the house is quiet. The kids are going to be late for school! I jump out of bed, realize I’m naked, then turn around and go to my closet for a robe.

“Get up, Zach; get up, Grace, get up!”

I'm screaming down the hallway. I fling open Grace’s door, and she’s not in her bed, same with Zach. I run downstairs to see if they're just being quiet. No one. I grab my cell to call Jason, and see I have a text from him:
Donuts with the kiddos this morning, you looked too beautiful to wake. Love you.

Thank God. My heart is pounding against my chest. I forgot in my fog, no school today. I take my time getting showered. My body still has a tingle from last night. I stand and allow the warm water to do it’s magic. My mind starts to wander. Our lovemaking was so different last night. It was more,
feral,
is the only word that comes to mind. Jason had the eyes of a predator starved for prey. No starving here, I offered myself up on a silver platter with an apple in my mouth!

Oh, I feel so good. Until now, I don't think I’ve realized how much stress I've been carrying because of my dreams and Jason’s travels. There are so many important things in the world to focus on, my silly make-believe isn't one of them. The problem is, I can
think
that, but somehow can’t quite feel it. When Jason winked at me last night, it threw me off-balance. He was the same Jason from my dream, winking at me as he screwed another woman. The other woman. I had almost forgotten about his travel companion. That will be a discussion for this evening. I have never been a jealous wife, so I don't know how to bring it up without sounding like one. He needs to know I will always trust him, it would just be nice to know who he's traveling with. This way when a neighbor sees him at the airport, I don't seem a blind fool.

It’s almost eleven, and I haven't had my first cup of coffee. The phone rings, and I know exactly who it is. Melanie.

“How did everything go last night? Who was that woman?”

She sounds wired.

“Good morning to you, too!” I say with a giggle. “Jason was fine, just tired. We had a glass a wine and went to bed. It never came up.”

No lies; just no details either. I’ll ask him later. I’m trying my best to seem nonchalant. I need her to know that there are still trustworthy husbands out there who love their wives.

I don’t get much accomplished throughout the day, just a lot of rehearsing how I’m going to bring up the subject. Jason comes home, and is on his cell when he walks in the door.

“OK, sounds great. See you soon. Hey, baby! How’s your day?”

He heads over to me after dropping his things at the door. I get a peck on the cheek, and a quick swat on the butt.

“You seem to be in a good mood.” I say, knowing I’m blushing.

“After last night, are you kidding? Walking on air. I was horny all day yesterday, so let’s just say I feel,
relieved
today.” He smiles. How in the world will I be able to ask him while he's in this kind of mood?

After the kids are in bed, I find Jason in his home office looking at paperwork. I sit down in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk.

“Can we talk, honey?” I ask as sweetly as I can. He’ll see right through it.

“You came in so late last night, we didn’t get a chance to catch-up. How did everything go?”

He looks distracted.

“Oh, the trip. It was fine. It was good I was there. Dr. Wells and I were able to ease his mind enough to settle him down. This will be his second surgery for the same injury. He was really afraid his career was done. Dr. Wells assured him that this time wasn't nearly as bad, and he’ll be back on the court by playoffs with my help.”

I was waiting for a “she” to drop so I could use that for an honest lead to the questions I have. No such luck.

“This Dr. Wells, have you worked together before?”

I’m trying everything I know.

“Yeah, he and I have coordinated care on quite a few clients together.”

He?
What the hell? I was
not
ready for that. Clearly he's lying, right? What other explanation can there be?

“Oh. I have a headache honey, I think I’m going to go to bed.”

I trip over myself trying to get out of his eyesight before he notices the sheer panic on my face. I run upstairs, and begin a bath. I barely make it to the toilet before I vomit up my entire dinner. Who was that woman?  I need more information from Chris. How am I going to do
that
without arousing the suspicion that I've been trying so hard to squash? I don’t care right now I just have to know. I open our bedroom door to listen if Jason is still downstairs. I hear his chair creaking, so it’s all clear. I call Melanie on my cell, in case Jason picks up our home phone. She answers on the first ring.

“What’s wrong? You never call me on your cell this late.”

I’m so transparent.

“I need you to do me a favor. Ask Chris if it looked like Jason and this woman knew each other, or if she was just another person in the bar. Jason mentioned tonight that Dr. Wells is a man, so that’s not who that woman was. I’m starting to freak out a little, Mel.”

I hear her sigh through the phone.

“I will. Don’t worry, I’ll make it seem like I’m just a busybody and want the details, not you. He’ll believe that easily enough! I don’t want you freaking out, though. It won’t do any good. Trust me, I’m sure there’s a simple explanation. You could always just ask him.”

My heart starts to pound again.

“If I sense that he’s lying, I don't know what I’ll do. I just need to find more information. Please, Melanie.”

“No problem, hon. Call me tomorrow and I’ll see what I can wiggle out of ol’ Chris Kennedy, P.I.”

I feel her smiling, and that calms me a bit.

“You are the best. Talk to you tomorrow.”

I head back for the bathroom, sink down into a warm bath and fall asleep.