The Fine Line Book One Between Worlds Series (17 page)

“
We’ve got guests coming,”
she gently reminded him.

“
I’ll be
quick…”

A devious smile flashed across her face and
then her laughter filled the room as he nibbled on her neck. .

“
This floor is really
hard,” she said continuing to giggle.

He scooped her up into his arms and gently
placed her on the bed.

“
That better?” he asked as
he laughed and kissed her collar bone.

“
Much,” she said with a
smile.

Their mid-morning rendezvous, although
brief, fulfilled their desires temporarily. More pressing matters
lay ahead for the day.

Bill, Leah, Terri, and Wendy enjoyed a
wonderful dinner with Robin and Matt. They laughed and talked with
not a worry in the world. Robin missed time with her friends;
carefree time with no preoccupations regarding the house and the
energies dwelling within. With work and responsibilities, there
didn’t seem to be enough time to see friends regularly anymore.

After dinner, Matt sat at the checkerboard
with Bill across from him. Leah and Wendy relaxed in the rocking
chairs. Terri sat on the porch steps intensely watching the checker
game. Robin relaxed in the swing with Cookie lying lazily by her
feet.

Unexpectedly, a door inside the house
slammed hard enough that something tumbled off the wall. Cookie’s
ears perked and he stood. They watched as the dog, slowly and
cautiously, walked to the screen door and looked in. Matt saw the
fear in Robin’s eyes. He knew she was going back in time as she
remembered the events she had described to him.

Everyone looked at each other,
thunderstruck.

Matt rescued the situation and got up. “I
must have left the basement door open. Sometimes it catches a
breeze. I’ll go see what fell.”

He got up calmly, opened the door, leaving
the dog sitting on the porch, and walked into the house. As he
neared the basement door, he saw the shattered frame on the floor.
He picked up the glass and sighed sadly. The photograph was taken
at Christmas time; it was of Robin and Matt in front of the tree
next to the fireplace. He admitted to himself that the situation
was strange, but he couldn’t associate it with some sort of
paranormal phenomenon.

He walked back out to the others and said,
“Wind.”

He saw Robin’s eyes turn to him. And again,
he saw the dread and fear.

“
What fell?” she
asked.

“
Just a picture,” he said
nonchalantly. “Frame is broken but the print isn’t
hurt.”

The evening proceeded without further
incident. When everyone left, Matt walked to the stereo and put on
music by one of his favorite singers, Elvis. Because their love
making was so hurried earlier in the day, he looked forward to
taking his time and seducing his wife properly.

As the words of the song rolled out of the
speakers, he heard the clamor of dishes as Robin continued cleaning
up the dinner plates.

Matt walked in singing, “Shall I stay? Would
it be a sin?”

Robin turned to him with a bright smile. He
walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“
Dance with me,” he said
romantically.

“
Now?”

“
You have no excuse not
to. I’m the best dance teacher there is, remember?” he
boasted.

“
I remember,” she said
with a seductive smile.

The dish in her hand found a safe place in
the dishwasher. Then, she turned to him as he wrapped his arm
around her waist and took her other hand in his. He wanted her to
feel safe. Softly, she rested her head on his shoulder and Matt
felt her arm around him and her finger held tightly to his back
belt loop.

“
We need to start going
out more,” he whispered. “I miss dancing with you.”

“
Why go out when we can
dance right here?” she asked quietly.

“
I guess you’re right. I
just miss doing things with you, you know?”

“
Marriage changes things.
Time changes everything,” she answered.

“
I don’t want us to
change.”

“
You and I will be like a
fine wine, lover. We’ll only get better with age,” she
whispered.

After taking a shower, Matt walked into the
master bedroom to find Robin sitting up in bed reading. He stood in
the doorway gazing at her; admiring her. With the turn of the page
and the way her hands held the book, he felt himself becoming
aroused. He loved watching her. Her shiny, dark hair hung in curls
on her shoulders. The little wire-rimmed glasses sat on her nose
and her smooth skin looked like silk.

Obviously, she didn’t notice him because she
continued reading without looking up from the thick black book.

He walked to the bed and sat down in front
of her.

“
What are you reading?” he
asked.

“
It’s a book on paranormal
phenomenon.”

“
Whoa. No wonder you
weren’t resting. You’re scaring yourself to death.”

“
I got the book just
yesterday,” she said calmly.

“
Oh, well so much for that
rationalization huh?”

Finally, her eyes met his. She stopped
reading, put the book on the night stand, and took off her glasses.
Each move she made looked like pure perfection. Matt loved her more
than he could possibly put into words.

“
Again?” she asked
inquisitively as she recognized the yearning in his deep brown
eyes.

“
Of course again; you know
I like to take my time with you. That today… that was too fast to
suit me.”

He leaned in close to her and reached over
to turn the light off. The romance began as they nestled onto the
mattress. They drank the moment up hoping to become intoxicated
with each other.

He kissed all over her body. He knew every
square inch of her now and had perfected the things that turned her
on. Knowing how to push her to the brink is what he took pride
in.

He inched his lips across her stomach and
kissed her bellybutton. Finding her inner thighs, he gently touched
his lips to them. The way her fingers twisted through his hair
aroused him even more. He leaned into her touching his tongue to
her. Giggles rose up from her. Glancing up at her, he saw her sweet
smile.

“
Am I tickling you again?”
he asked as he kissed the inside of her thigh.

She nodded. “Always,” she replied.

“
You always taste so good.
Should I stop?” he asked as he teased her.

She grinned, “I didn’t say you had to
stop.”

As he continued pleasuring her, her back
arched. He knew exactly how far to take her.

“
Just come here,” she
demanded as her arms reached out to embrace him.

“
Ready for me so
soon?”

“
Yes,” she whispered
breathily.

He spread her legs apart and gently pushed
himself into her. Firmly, he placed her legs around his waist as he
continued to move into her.

Slowly, they made love kissing and touching
passionately. Their souls melted into one another.

As Matt changed positions and sat with his
back against the headboard. He pulled her over onto him. She
straddled him and then moved slowly to stimulate herself. Resting
his hands tightly on her hips, the sensations felt so good that he
moved his hands and cupped her breasts in his hands

He looked into her eyes and saw his
reflection. Even after a year, he was still trying to come to terms
with her. It was still hard for him to accept that a love like
theirs was even possible.

“
I love you,” he whispered
as his lips found hers.

“
Love you too,” she
replied quietly as she gave into his kiss.

As her lips kissed his chin and neck, Matt
felt Robin moving slightly faster. Her warm breath on his shoulder
and her sensual movements were sure signs she was very close to
climaxing He felt her body tense a little.

“
Let go baby. Let me have
all of you,” he whispered in her ear.

He heard her moan and felt her tighten even
more around him. Several soft sighs reverberated through the room.
He pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed her ears and
shoulders.

He opened his eyes and something across the
room caught his attention. Standing in the doorway of the master
bedroom stood a tall man. Dressed in a turn of the century tuxedo,
Matt noticed him only for a few seconds. Still, he was alarmed. He
couldn’t hide it either. His body jerked with fear. Robin stopped
and looked up at him.

“
What’s wrong?” she asked
as she stopped.

Gently he pushed her off of him and grabbed
his shorts from the floor.

“
What is it?” she asked
again.

He still didn’t answer and walked to the
doorway and then into the hall. He returned shaking his head. He
sat down on the side of the bed. Confused and very tense, he knew
the physical moment between them was ruined. The intimacy passed
and now questions settled into Matt’s mind.

“
What is wrong?” she asked
again as she inched her way toward him.

“
It’s nothing,” he
continued.

“
It must have been
something. You’ve never done that. Did I do something
wrong?”

He sat back against the headboard again
watching as Robin pulled her robe from the bedpost and wrapped it
around her body.

“
Of course not,” he
answered. “You didn’t do a thing wrong.”

“
You and I promised to
always be honest with one another, Matt. So, I want you to be
honest with me now.”

He sighed and dropped his head.

“
I could have sworn I saw
a man standing in the doorway.”

“
I’m telling you Matt,
there’s something going on in this house. There are things
happening that you and I can’t explain.”

“
I think I’m just tired,”
he replied as he quickly ran his fingers through his
hair.

“
Matt, you’re not tired.
These things are real; as real as you and me.”

He sighed deeply.

“
I saw a woman in the
field, too. She was walking toward the O’Bryan’s place.” He paused.
“And today when the basement door slammed, I didn’t leave it open;
there’s no way the wind could have caught it.”

She sat facing him. “Matt, what did the
woman in the field look like?”

“
She had long black hair.
I couldn’t see the front of her.”

“
My dream,” she
whispered.

Robin told a tale of horror as she explained
the dream to Matt. He was astonished by what he heard.

“
So you think the woman in
the field and the woman in your dream and the voice you heard is
the same person?”

“I think it’s very possible. Either way, I’m
calling my dad and I’m going to ask him to bless the house. I know
I gave up those fundamentalist religious views a long time ago, but
maybe a blessing will help. I can’t do this anymore.”

Matt heard the hostility in her voice as she
continued.

“
You may not believe in
all of this stuff, but I do,” she shrieked as she pointed her
finger at him. “I know there is a world beyond our own. I’ve grown
up knowing it. This isn’t the first time things like this have
happened to me. I guess I wanted to believe things like this
couldn’t happen to me again. I was terrorized as a child by these
sorts of things.

“
When I was a little girl,
I saw and heard things. When I was a teenager it stopped. I really
thought it had been my imagination. As I grew older and became more
open to things again, I felt like my religious upbringing blinded
me.” She dropped her head. “I just hoped nothing like this would
ever happen again. And my dream… my dream, I know is significant in
some way. I know it has something to do with this
house.”

“
Why didn’t you share
these things with me before?” he asked.

“
Because I thought you
would accuse me of being crazy. Let’s face it, Matt, you are full
blown skeptic.”

Settling in beside him, she put her head in
his lap as he brushed her hair with his fingers.

“
What sort of things
happened to you when you were a kid, Robin?” he asked.

“
When I was small, maybe 4
or so, I heard things in my closet. I dreamt a witch lived in the
closet. She always stood just outside the closet door, watching me.
She was so haggard and her eyes terrified me. My brother believed
me because he said he had seen her, too. But, everyone else, my mom
and my stepdad, they just thought it was a silly thing I was doing
for attention; no one believed me.

“
I had horrible nightmares
and saw terrible things. It was like my mind was my own worst
enemy. I used to wake up screaming. The only way my mom could get
me settled down was by praying. I had to hear the prayers to find
peace. The dreams… the witch… it all went on for what seemed like
forever, but we moved out of the house and when we did, everything
stopped. There was something in that house; just like there’s
something in this one.”

“
So, do you have
abilities, like to see the past or read minds or something?” Matt
asked.

“
I wouldn’t say that. I
think maybe I can feel things and understand oddities. I think that
is why I have had all of the experiences I’ve had. But, this kind
of fear; the fear I feel sometimes from being in this house… I can
only associate it with the things that happened to me as a
child.”