From This Moment (2 page)

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get his attention this time, “Jake!  I said, did you find what you were looking for?”

“Oh yes, fine,” he replies, distracted.

“Have you noticed the girl over there, she’s lovely.  Do you think she’s travelling with anyone?”

“I don’t think so.
  She was sitting on her own in here when I arrived.”  I glance over to her again with an ache in my chest.

“I think I’m going to go and find out.”
 Jake starts to stand up.

Hell no, he’s going over to talk to her.
 I want to tell him to stay put and that I saw her first.  But she’s too young for me; I just have to keep telling myself that.

“
I’ll come over and rescue her in five.”  I have to force a grin for my son.

He’s been gone a few minutes and they seem to be deep in conversation, or at least Jake does.
  I realize that’realize I can’t let her leave without at least talking to her as well.

I guess I’m looking for punishment, because I know the sound of her voice, along with her looks, will keep me up all night for sure.
  Literally!

 
Well, I guess I’ll have to take a cold shower when I get home.  I gather my bag and jacket; grab my coffee and head over to the table to join them.  Both of them.

~~ Rona ~~

Oh God, he’s coming over. 

I’ve been sitting talking with Jake for about five minutes when the object of my earlier ogling starts to walk towards us.
 

“Hi, I’m Cade Matthews, Jake’s father.
  Do you mind if I join you both?  It’s a bit lonely over there.”  He asks with a smile.

His
father.... heck.

Putting my tongue back in my mouth, I finally respond, “No that’s fine, I don’t mind.”
  I thought he would sit opposite me, but he takes the chair next to mine, opposite his son instead and boy does he smell good.

“So, what have you two been talking about?” Cade asks.

I smile at him realizing I haven’t given him my name, “I’m Rona Jameson and your son was telling me that you’re on your way back home to Jackson.  That’s also my destination, so I guess we’re on the same flight.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Rona.
  Are you visiting family in Jackson?”  Just as I open my mouth to speak, Jake interrupts.

“Some bastard left her practically at the altar, so she’s taking her honeymoon flight on her own.”
  He sounds angry with this announcement.

Cade appears speechless and just looks at me.

I look at Cade and tell him exactly what I realized during my flight from Ireland to Chicago.

“My ex decided, with no prior warning signs, that getting married at thirty was too young for him.
  I think maybe he had met someone else, but I didn’t really want to know and to be honest it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway.  Nick doing what he did made me realize that my feelings for him were not what they should have been for the man with whom I was intending to spend the rest of my life.  Once I’d calmed down, I realized I was more upset at having to cancel the wedding, than him actually leaving me.  I think I was more in love with the idea of having a family again than I was with Nick.”

 
After a few moments of stunned silence, “You said you were more in love with having a family than him.  Don’t you have any family?” Cade asks me.

“No, my parents were killed in a plane crash ten years ago.
  I went to live with my grandmother, who passed away nearly two years ago now.”  I sip my coffee. 

Still not believing Cade is Jake’s father, since they look more like brothers.
  I tentatively ask, “You’re really his father?” He’s certainly older than Jake, but he doesn’t look old enough to be his father.

Jake laughs at my comment, “He certainly is.
  He’s forty-five and a hell of a lot older than me!”

“Less of the old.
  Twenty years isn’t that much older,” Cade says, winking at me.

“Well, you sure don’t look forty-five; I actually thought you were brothers.”

Laughing, “So you know I’m twenty-five.  How old are you? I’m guessing twenty-one.”

With a smile, “Don’t you know it isn’t polite to ask a lady her age?”

“Never heard that one before,” Jake says, with a cocky grin.

“Well, as you asked so nicely!
 I guess I’ll tell you that I’m a year younger than you!”

Still grinning, “Just the right age.”

I’m about to ask Jake ‘right age’ for what, when Cade changes the subject.

“Are you planning to stay in Jackson?”

“I’m not sure yet. A friend of Nick’s owns a cabin out there, but there’s no way that I want to spend the next four weeks in debt to a friend of his.  Plus, it was supposed to be a wedding present.  I’ll find a motel for a couple of nights and then look around for a short term rental.”

“You shouldn’t have any problem finding a room for a few nights as the ski season doesn’t start for another couple of weeks.
  In fact, a friend of mine and his wife run a bed and breakfast; I could always check with them once we land to see if they have a room available if you like?”  Jake offers.

“That would be greatly appreciated.
  Thank you.”

I look at Cade while taking another sip of my vanilla latte, “Please tell me a bit about where you live in Jackson.”

“The house is in the Tetons.  It has the most amazing views with wildlife that come right up to the porch; I’ve never seen another place like it.  When it snows it looks like it jumped right off a postcard.”

“That sounds amazing.
  I’m hoping to see some of the mountains and lakes around Jackson, not to mention the wild life.”

Fiddling with my cup of coffee, I struggle to take my mind off the thoughts that come to mind with the mention of Cade and wild in the same sentence.
  I turn back to Jake, “You mentioned you have a sister.  Is she your only sibling?” 

“No, I have two sisters who are both married to great guys.
  My sister Beth is married to Mack.  They have a boy Nathan, he’s two now and they’ve just had a baby girl a few weeks ago.  Little Edith.  They’re in the process of renovating to make more room at the moment.  My other sister happens to be my twin.  Older by five minutes, which she never let me forget when we were growing up.  Anna is married to Justin and they have six year old twins Gabe and Gabby.  They both have houses built on the family land so they’re pretty close by.”

“What about you, do you have your own house as well?”

“Almost.  I’m in the middle of building my own house at the moment, so I’m still at home until it’s finished.  It’s also on the land.  I’ll give you a tour while you’re in Jackson.”  He offers with a grin.

“That wou
ld be great.”

~~ Cade ~~

As I sit here listening to Rona tell us about being left at the altar and having no family, I feel my heart go out to her.  She’s very attractive and has a soft seductive voice.  I feel such a deep ache inside that I’ve never felt before and it surprises me with its intensity.

Not even Janice, the woman I married twenty-five years ago managed to bring out such a reaction.
  I’m ashamed to admit that the only reason I married her was because she was pregnant with Jake and Anna.  The first time I slept with her she got pregnant.  Then it was maybe two years after that, when we decided to try and make the marriage work for real.  Then it wasn’t long after Beth arrived that she walked out on us. 

I’m just about to jump back into the conversation when they announce our flight.
  “Do you need any help with your luggage or anything?” I ask her, although I can only see her purse.

“No, I checked my luggage in.
  I only have my purse.  What about you two?  Need a hand?” she asks me with a cheeky grin.

Grinning back at her, and boy is she s a boy isgorgeous, I’m praying our seats are a bit away from hers on the plane.
  It’s already difficult keeping my body under control; sitting so close or in the next seat on the plane would make it difficult to keep my libido in check, never mind the brushing of thighs that would occur in the compact seats.

On the plane we realize our seats are actually in the same row and with a silent groan, I head towards them.
  I offer Rona the window seat which she accepts and then Jake shoots into the middle seat before I can get my act together.  I got distracted with the shape of Rona’s perfect butt while she was getting into her seat.

Sitting on the aisle side has the advantage of being able to stretch my legs, as I always end up scrunched up.
  Jake, sitting so close to the woman in my thoughts, wasn’t helping my comfort on this occasion.

Once airborne, I decide I’d better visit the toilets to calm down before I do something to embarrass myself.
  Like telling Jake to stop chatting my woman up and to change seats with me.  Or, before either one of them notices the hard-on in my jeans that I’m trying to hide under my t-shirt.  It certainly isn’t something I want my son to witness.

“Excuse me a minute,” I say to both Jake and Rona.
  Unclipping my seat belt, I feel Rona’s eyes on me as I start to head towards the back of the plane to the toilets.

As soon as I enter, I shut the door and make sure it’s locked.
  The last thing I need right now is Rona walking in on me thinking the bathroom is vacant.  Then again, maybe that could be the best thing to happen to me in a long time!

Leaning against the door, taking some deep breaths, I put my hand to the front of my jeans, groaning when it comes into contact with the hardness beneath.
  I unzip and my erection springs free.  Wrapping my hand around, I move it up and down a couple of times.  God, that feels good – this isn’t going to last long.

Moving away from the door, leaning slightly over the toilet seat, I rest my left arm against the wall.
  Shoving my jeans further down my legs, I slowly move my hand downwards over my aching cock to my balls.  Massaging them – I leak pre-cum.

Groaning, I take a firm hold of my shaft.
  Starting to fist my cock; I think about Rona, what she would look like on her knees in front of me with her mouth wrapped around me.  What it would feel like when she swallows around the tip.  I harden even more.  Moving my fist up and down, even faster – my balls pull up.  Biting down on my arm, I come in what feels like the best friggin’ orgasm of my life.

Taking deep breaths and with legs that feel like jelly, I clean up.

God, I’ve never done anything like this in a public place before and I can’t beliht=can’teve I just have.  I hope when I sit back down the hard-on from hell doesn’t return with a vengeance.

As I approach my seat, Rona is looking in my direction; I can’t stop looking at her and nearly fall over a small child who’s stood in the aisle.
  I start getting embarrassed; I quickly apologize, and then head for my seat. Finally, arriving back, Rona is still looking at me with eyes full of laughter.  With a really big grin, “I think you need to sit down now.”  She starts to laugh.