Secrets Remembered (14 page)
Of course Jeff still hovered. It didn’t matter how much. She’d said she was fine, he was needed elsewhere or she needed to ring the plumber. It didn’t matter. Everywhere she went, he appeared like a jack in the box. In the end, Kath ensconced herself in the newly built subs’ paradise loo with her smart phone and texted Jess.
Get Jeff busy, I need to slip out and he’s hovering. I need space.
Jess, bless her, didn’t ask why, and when Kath emerged from the loo a few minutes later, Jeff was leaning against the wall, a worried look on his face.
“I have to go to the joiner and meet David there. It seems they’ve got a problem with the wood for the windows. Will you be all right? I’ll not be long. You still look awfully pale. Maybe you should have stopped in bed.” His questions and worries came out in a staccato rhythm. Kath loved him for his concern, but she had to have that hour to herself. She hastened to reassure him.
“I’m fine, I’m pale because I haven’t eaten, and I’m going to have a sandwich soon.” Kath prayed Jeff wouldn’t ask what. She hated polony with a vengeance, and now she had every intention of wheedling some out of the chef. “Then I’m putting my feet up with the new Raven book. So I’ll be fine.” Why did she cross her fingers behind her back?
Jeff stared at her and nodded. “Please pet. You worried me last night. Then you slept so deeply, I actually put my hand in front of your mouth few times to check you
were
breathing. We’ve been working hard, and I was pushing you when we scened. So yeah, take it easy. Nothing too much for a while. I love you so much, Kath, I…” He broke off and shrugged as a fine red color moved over his face. “Ah, you know what I mean. Love you, want you, need you and hate to see you ill when I can’t kiss it better. And no, don’t look like that, and say if I kiss your clit better then all
will
be well.”
Kath laughed and crossed her eyes. “Dammit, foiled again.”
“Hmm. However. I’ll be careful how hard I push next time, it was remiss of me.” He bent his head
Actually, Kath thought, as he kissed her hard and her pussy replied by rippling her inner muscles and making her panties damp, he hadn’t pushed her at all. She’d put paid to that before they’d really gotten started. Trust Jeff to blame himself for everything. Sometimes he overdid the conscientious bit. The thought of what she’d missed was enough to make the hairs on her arms stand on end in a good way. The sight of Jeff, in old faded denims and a black T-shirt, with the long sleeves rolled up past his elbows made her mouth water and her clit tingle.
Damn it. I need to get that test kit.
* * * *
Kath watched Jeff’s four wheel drive vehicle bump down the drive and looked at her own snazzy convertible. It screamed look at me, look at me. Okay, he was headed into the suburbs of Glasgow and she was off to the nearest village that had a chemist shop, but no way did she want him to see her. She stared around the garage. His Ducati was too heavy for her at the best of times, and no way did she have time for a pushbike. The convertible it had to be. As she opened the door, footsteps outside made her swing around in a hurry. Jess stood there in running gear. As she wasn’t sweating, didn’t have a hair out of place and was breathing normally, it was a sure fire guess she’d just come from her and David’s apartment.
“Hey, you, don’t go sneaking away, what’s up?” Jess walked quickly across the garage floor and took the keys from Kath’s hand. “Spill.”
Kath bit her lip. “Ah, are you busy or will you chum me into the village? In your car.”
Jess stared at Kath until Kath knew how a cell under a microscope must feel. Not even in a scene in the club did she feel so on view. Then, just as Kath was ready to scream ‘pax’, Jess spoke. “Give me ten minutes to change.”
“No time.” Kath was ready to fall on the floor and kiss her friend’s feet in gratitude. “Don’t tell me you don’t have a hoodie in the boot of your car, and the spare keys stashed away somewhere, because I won’t believe you.”
“Okay, and don’t give me any crap either because I won’t believe
you
. My ass is going to be red raw for a week after that stunt I’ve pulled. Both David and Jeff have gone off into Glasgow for no reason. The damned joiner said it was nothing big, and I’ve passed the message on as urgent and a mega balls-up. There’s going to be hell to pay when they find out who sent them.” She didn’t sound unduly worried. For someone who not that long before had said the whole BDSM thing wasn’t her, Jess had discovered and embraced her submission whole heartedly and remarkably swiftly. Although, as she freely admitted, if it hadn’t been for David, she’d still be vanilla, still living in the city and still saying the club had nothing to do with her and that she wanted to sell her share to her brother. Diomhair might be built on the site of her childhood home, but Jess claimed she wasn’t sentimental. Kath, who had known her since childhood, thought different.
“Where to?” Jess asked as she drove her Mini Cooper down the drive as if it was a tank. Kath grabbed onto the edge of her seat and gave thanks for seatbelts and the fact she hadn’t eaten anything other than dry crackers.
Kath glanced at her, as they approached the end of the drive. “Well…” she began, then jumped as a white blur appeared from behind them. “Watch out.” Kath yelled as a white van sped past them and clipped the driver’s side mirror.
“Fuck, hold on.” Jess screamed the words as she fought to keep the car upright. It bounced in and out of a newly formed pothole and rocked violently. The van skidded as it left the drive and sped off along the lane in the direction of the village. Even as she held onto the door handle with one hand and tucked the other under her seatbelt and over her tummy, Kath realized its number plate was obscured by thick caked-on mud.
“Shit.” Jess slowed the car and brought it to a halt a few inches from a muddy ditch, half full of water. “What the hell was that?” Her voice was uneven and her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel. “Are you okay?”
Kath took a deep breath and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Her hand trembled and she felt sick at what might have happened. How she’d managed to keep the seatbelt from cutting into her tummy, she had no idea. “Yes, I think so. But sheesh. Who was that?”
Jess rubbed her hands up her face and across her eyes. “No idea. Did you see a name on it? As far as I know there were no deliveries due today, and anyway it’s a bit early. If I knew who it was, he’d never deliver to us again, that’s for sure. Hell, Kath, I almost wet myself when it hit us.”
Kath managed a shaky laugh. “Well I was going to say liquid bowel situation alert, but maybe that’s a TMI sentence. Seriously though, it’s as well Sirs aren’t present. You’ve been warned about your lack of vocabulary.” She touched Jess’ shoulder. “Mind you, in the circumstances,
I
think you were very restrained.”
“Yeah, well shit, fuck and bollocks, just for good measure. Hold on, why are you cuddling your tum? Did you hurt yourself when we did the skid pad session?”
“Nope, now let’s get to the village before we get caught, eh?”
Jess stared at her, and Kath raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Jess shook her head. “Nothing.” She put the car in gear and drove off very steadily. Kath was glad she wasn’t the one driving.
“Damned rain.” Jess skirted another pothole and turned onto the lane. “We need to sort this drive again. I’m assuming this mysterious errand is hush-hush, undercover, don’t tell Jeff, which adds a problem. Do we tell them about the white van?”
Kath considered her answer. Jess might be her friend, but she was Jeff’s twin and David’s sub. “Hmm, well, we’ll have to, but seriously, I’d hoped to keep this quiet. But in light of David finding your secret passage all swept clean and spiderless, I reckon we’ve got no option.”
Jess burst out laughing, even if it sounded somewhat shaky. “That sounds kinkier than what goes on in Diomhair.” She sobered immediately. “If someone is up to no good on the estate and trying to access the club’s records as well, then yeah, we have to tell the men, and fast. For now I’ll say I nipped into the village to get chocolate.”
“Well, as long as it doesn’t get you into trouble.”
Jess rolled her eyes. “Sister, I’m always in trouble. So, tell me where we’re going. I’ll be creative and keep you out of it. I don’t mind the punishment.”
That was a turn up for the books. Kath giggled. “Oh well then, take me to McFadden’s.”
“The chemist?” The car missed a tree by inches as Jess dropped her hands and screeched. “Holy hell, you’re pregnant?”
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A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
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