IcySeduction (4 page)

Did she have something she could fuck herself with? She
unzipped her carry-on with her free hand and shuffled her clothes around until
she found her thick-handled hairbrush. She gripped the end with the bristles in
her left hand, then slowly eased the handle into her body. She never stopped
stroking her clit. It felt so damn good. She remembered being twisted up on her
side as he flogged her. She’d never wanted him to stop. She imagined other
things he could hit her with—a tennis racket, a switch, his hand, ping-pong
paddles. She pushed the brush handle in as far as it would go, then started
working it in and out and around in a circle. It wasn’t as thick as the
vibrator had been or Jake’s dick, therefore not quite as satisfying, but she
was making herself feel good, real good, so she couldn’t stop the moan even as
she heard the restroom door open. Click, click, and the woman opened the stall
next to her. Christine listened to the sounds of her lowering her pants and
peeing, but she didn’t stop bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm.

“Uh.” She moaned again, long and low. Next door the sound of
loosening toilet paper stopped. She knew that the other woman had heard her and
that turned her on even more. A breathy moan escaped her lips as she pressed on
her clit in a circle faster and faster. Good, good, damn good, and knowing the
other woman hadn’t left the stall and hadn’t moved at all—she had to be
listening—that turned Christine on even more. The brush moved faster, her
finger moved faster. She grew tighter and tighter and louder and louder…

And came. “Ahhh. Oh my God. Nnn. Fuckin’ good.” She pulled
the brush out and slipped it back in her suitcase as she continued to stroke
herself, lighter and slower. “Mmm.” God damn, she couldn’t believe what she’d
done and how out of control she’d let herself get. There was no sound coming
from the other stall. She peeked just low enough to see if feet were in there.
They were—strappy red heels—but in a second, she heard the door unlatch and the
click of the shoes as the woman walked to the sink. Christine put herself back
together and finally left her stall. She met the woman’s eyes in the mirror.
There was a bit of shock but no judgment there.

“How could you keep going, knowing someone could hear you?”
she asked.

“That made it better.” And she couldn’t believe this was
true!

The woman’s puckered nipples pressed against the thin fabric
of her blouse as she turned to face Christine. “It turned me on, listening to
you.”

“I’m glad.”

“I’ve never been turned-on by a woman before.”

“Me neither.” She glanced at her watch as she washed her
hands. “Oh shit, I’m going to miss my flight if I don’t get down to my gate ASAP.”

“Oh okay.” The woman stared at her as she left the restroom.
Christine could feel it. Man, if she hadn’t needed to catch her flight, she
might’ve offered that woman more, and that thought scared her. Impulsively she
turned back, slid her hand up the woman’s blouse seeking her breast and leaned
toward her with an open mouth. The woman came closer and their lips met as
Christine found the soft flesh of her breast mounded above an underwire and
tucked behind two layers of fabric. She pressed her palm in and rubbed as she
dashed her tongue into the woman’s mouth. The stranger moaned, her tongue
seeking and dancing around Christine’s. They sucked on each other for a moment
more before Christine stepped back, releasing her. “My flight,” she murmured.
The lady nodded, mouth still open, lipstick smudged.

Christine rushed through to the gate then, carry-on in tow.
Her panties were wet and her nipples were hard. “Jesus Christ, what is the
matter with me?” She needed to get home and back to her normal boring life and
not think about kissing that woman ever again, not think about Jake beating her
until she came ever again. She needed to erase the memory of the most intense
pleasure she’d ever had before it made her do something she would truly regret.

Jake told Saron about the mind-meld thing, leaving
everything else out. He couldn’t stop thinking about Christine, like an
obsession, and he didn’t know if that was because she was his mate—which seemed
unreal no matter what they’d done together—or because they’d had mind-blowing
sex. He wasn’t sure how to ask Saron about that, so he started with the
shocking mind-meld.

The older man regarded him across the coffee shop table. “You’re
awfully young to have found someone.”

“Young? I’m thirty-two.”

“Exactly.” Saron sipped his coffee. He looked like a
distinguished businessman in a tailored suit with silver streaks in his hair
just above his ears. “Most of us go through several relationships before we
find our mates, which is usually after age forty, sometimes as late as fifty.”

“But then wouldn’t you be, you know, past the age to
reproduce?”

“No. We live much longer than humans. How old do you think I
am?”

Jake regarded his mentor. Though he’d say the man had an old
soul, he wasn’t past middle age. “Hmm, fifty-five-ish.”

He smiled, highlighting light wrinkles around his eyes. “No,
I’m eighty-one.”

“What?” Sometimes it was hard to tell in this town with its
easy access to Botox and plastic surgeons, but Jake would have never estimated
Saron over sixty.

“That’s why a human-were relationship is so rare. The human
will always die first and the body will be far more aged.”

Jake pictured a slightly aged version of himself in bed with
an eighty-year-old woman. Okay, that freaked him out a bit. “So you think she’s
not my mate, then?”

“Oh from what you’ve told me, she is.”

“What do I do? What if I don’t want to be with her when she
looks like a grandmother and I look like a man in my prime?” He knew it sounded
superficial but it was a realistic consideration.

“Since you come from a human-were relationship yourself, you
may have a shorter lifespan than others of our kind.”

“Well, all right then.” Yeah, he sounded more than a little
sarcastic. Could his life never just be simple?

“The thing to understand is that you can’t fight it. You are
mates, so all you’re going to want is her. You’ll go mad the longer you are
apart. And I’ve got to warn you because I went through this myself, if you try
to make love to someone else, you won’t be able to perform, and let me tell
you, it’s damn embarrassing.” Wow, Saron was actually blushing a bit. Poor man.

“Why didn’t you and Eve just get right together?” Eve, Saron’s
wife, was a willowy, outdoorsy woman who appeared to be no older than
forty-five. Jake had never seen her outside the compound.

Saron glanced out the storefront window onto the busy New
York sidewalk. He turned back to Jake with a faint smile on his face. “A story
for another time. Just trust me on this.”

Jake shook his head. “Christine lives in Florida and my son
is here in New York. I can’t pull up stakes and take Dean away from his mother.”
Not that she spent much time with him, but Jake thought Dean wouldn’t like
being kept away from her. He’d raise holy hell to leave his school too, no
doubt.

“Can Christine live up north?”

“Her family’s upstate, but I can’t imagine she’d just pull
up stakes. Maybe I should give her space for a while and get to know her long
distance.”

“You can try, but I seriously doubt it’ll work.”

“Will she feel connected to me in the same way or is this
all one-sided?”

“It will be less pronounced, but you will become an
obsession for her, and that feeling will grow the longer you’re apart.”

“So it’s not just during sex? I haven’t really felt
connected with her since I dropped her at the airport.”

“Sex makes it the easiest to connect, physical proximity and
a common goal, so to speak.” His eyes danced and perhaps he was thinking about
Eve. “But that’s just the beginning, trust me.”

Once Jake left Saron, he walked briskly until he found his
cab. On the way, he tried to take it all in. He still had many questions about
this mate thing. Did they need to get married? How soon would kids be expected?
Would that become a compulsion as well? How would he explain things to Dean,
and would Dean want a sibling who would be so much younger than him?

Jake knew he couldn’t move his son out of state but there
was no reason he couldn’t visit Christine. Did he need to have some extraneous
excuse for the reason he was coming down there so she didn’t feel stalked? Or
could he just say he’d missed her and had to see her?

Or should he see if what Saron said about sex with someone
else was true? To see how trapped he truly was. He thought he liked Christine’s
personality from the short time between sex, but that wasn’t the same as
knowing a person day in and day out. He had a divorce that proved that truth.
He wished he could have asked Saron about the bondage and domination thing. Was
this normal for a mated couple or just his own inclination? He had the feeling
it was just him, which scared the shit out of him. He’d never been able to ask
anyone about his fantasies. Guys just didn’t share that way.

Jake needed to pick up Dean, so he closed out all his mental
turmoil in order to be a good father. Dean had been staying after school to
help with the sets for the school play. He got tremendous stage fright just
from doing a report in front of his class, so he never had any desire to claim
the spotlight, but he liked to paint. Any type of art, really. His room was
full of finished and half-finished projects—paintings on the easel and in his
portfolio, sculptures on the worktable and shelves, and a computer to work on
graphic art projects. Jake was unbelievably proud of him and wanted to do
everything he could afford to support Dean’s aptitude. He only wished he could
afford more, but just keeping him in private school was tough. Unfortunately,
in New York, he felt private school was a necessity.

“Hey, Dad,” Dean said as he slipped into the front seat of
the cab. He’d just had a growth spurt but maintained the fiftieth percentile in
height and weight, a good place to be according to his pediatrician. His voice
was deepening, his hair hung over one eye and touched his shoulders and so far,
he’d managed to avoid acne. Jake had had a nightmare of a time with acne and
braces during seventh and eighth grades. He was so glad Dean would be spared
the drama because his son was just starting to notice girls.

“Hey. How was school and did you have fun at your mom’s?”
After Dean buckled up, Jake pulled out into traffic.

“Same old, same old.”

“For which?”

“Both.”

“Homework?”

Jake missed his son’s eye roll but guessed it from the tone
of his voice. “Geez, Dad, let me chill first. And before you ask, the sets rock
and drama teach is juiced about them.”

Jake wondered if he should mention Christine. He tried to
keep an open relationship with his son, age appropriately, of course. “I met
someone this weekend.”

Dean gave him a sidewise glance. “She’s not at the apartment,
is she?”

“No, she lives in Florida actually. She was visiting her
parents upstate.”

“How did you meet her, then?”

“She paid me an awful lot to drive her to see them. Her
plane came in way late and her parents couldn’t meet her.” He tried to keep any
giveaway inflection out of his voice. He certainly didn’t want to share details
about his sex life with his son.

“So you had a long time to talk.” He seemed to put an odd
emphasis on “talk”, but Jake decided to ignore it.

“Yeah, plus I hit black ice and slid off the road, so we had
to walk.”

“Geez, was she pissed?”

“She handled it amazingly well. Anyway…” He wondered how to
say this and not sound mental. “I might want to visit her in Florida.”

“Fast moves, Dad.”

He smiled, then shook his head at the person trying to flag
him down from the curb. She must not have noticed the “Off Duty” light on top. “So
I’m going to call your mom when we get home and see if you can stay there for a
few days…not sure when exactly. Maybe next week?”

“I can stay in the apartment by myself.”

“Hell no.” Not only was this the city, Jake didn’t want Dean
to explore the apartment and find some adult stuff he wouldn’t and shouldn’t
understand at his age. “It’s just a couple extra stops to get to school from
your mom’s.”

Dean’s phone beeped after Jake had parked in one of the rare
parking lots that belonged to the apartment complex and didn’t charge for
parking, unheard of in the city. They highly enforced their parking policy with
patrolling tow trucks. The complex consisted of three matching buildings, each seven
floors high with buzzer security. Jake had also installed a couple of extra
locks on his door, though he probably didn’t need to be quite that paranoid. But
this was his son he was talking about, and nothing was more precious to him,
though he’d never tell Dean something so uncool. Their apartment was on the sixth
floor, so he jogged up the stairs when he felt the need to be healthier. Not
today though. He still ached, his shoulder especially, from his fabulous
experience with Christine. He eyed Dean as the elevator creaked and groaned its
way to their floor.

Dean cupped his hand around his phone as he typed a reply to
the texter, putting Jake on guard.

“Who are you texting?”

“No one.”

Jake snagged the phone so he could read the screen.

“Geez, Dad, how about some privacy!”

“We talked about this when I got you that phone. Who’s
Tishan?”

“Just this girl at school.”

They reached their floor, waited for the elevator doors to
grind open, then Jake unlocked the four locks on the red door. The hallway was
painted in an unpleasant and worn green while the short shag carpet was blue.
Once inside, Dean tossed his backpack onto one of the kitchen chairs. He knew
he had to do his homework before he could get on PlayStation.

“I haven’t heard you mention her before. Is she in one of
your classes?”

Dean plopped into a chair and rolled his eyes…again. It was
a wonder he didn’t get a strain from that. “She’s new in my art class and got
added to my workstation.”

“And she’s pretty?”

“Yep.”

Jake flipped the light switch so Dean could actually see his
homework. He traipsed to the living room couch, its upholstery almost rubbed
bare from age, and scooped up the handset to their home phone. Dean’s mother
was on speed dial. Lynette answered just as her machine was clicking on. “Hello?”

“This is Jake. I have a favor to ask you.” He listened as
his ex’s new man swore at the TV. A crowd cheered in the background, so he was
probably watching football.

“What?” Lynn already sounded snippy.

“Dean is doing good, by the way.”

“I’m sure you would’ve called me if it had been otherwise.”

“God, Lynn, what is up your ass?”

“What’s the damn favor?”

“Can you take Dean for a couple of days, maybe from this
Friday to next Wednesday?”

“Where are you going, may I ask?”

Jake wanted to tell her she may not but that wouldn’t help
her agree. “Florida.”

“Why?”

“Come on, Lynnette. Do I grill you every time you go out of
town?”

“You don’t know when I go out of town.”

“No shit.”

“And we’re going to be out of town this weekend. On Monday I
start a week-long training class in Hoboken. Absolutely no time. He might as
well stay at your place. Isn’t he old enough to stay alone?”

“Jesus Christ!” He couldn’t help it. He went off on her with
creative words until she hung up. “Dammit to hell!”

Dean looked over from the table. “Do we need to start that
swear word jar again?”

Jake cracked a smile. “Not if you want me to send you to
college.” He strode over and took the chair opposite his son. “I’ll just have
to take you with me, right? I was just concerned about you missing school, but
anywhere south will be better than here at this time of year, right?”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not going.”

“So who do you propose to stay with?”

Dean paused, a scowl on his face, most likely to review his
list of friends in his head. “Let me call a couple people.”

“Look, you can call and if it sounds good, I’ll talk to the
parents, but if no one can take you, you’re coming with me. Why the hell wouldn’t
you want to miss some school in a warm clime anyway?”

Dean’s phone beeped again and he did the same hand-cupping
thing and immediately set to texting back. Like a light bulb turning on, Jake
realized why Dean didn’t want to go. It was this girl. “You can text her from
Florida and she’ll be here when you get back.”

Dean pushed his chair back suddenly and stomped to his room.
“What about your homework?” If he answered, Jake couldn’t hear it over the
slamming door. Shit, why did his mother have to be such a bitch? Yeah, these
sounded like legitimate excuses, but he knew her. If she was going out of town
for one day, she’d say she had no time the whole weekend. He could wait a
couple of weeks and try her again, but he thought the response would be the
same, though with new excuses. As eager as Jake was to see Christine, a week or
more wouldn’t really make a difference. He could probably wait a year. Saron hadn’t
given him an exact timeline for this mate thing.

* * * * *

Christine sat sideways in her car, door open, and eased off
her pumps. Then she stripped off her pantyhose, blocking anyone’s view with
creative skirt draping. Ah, her feet sighed. The asphalt was warm but not
scorching like in summer. She was so glad the workday was over, but she wasn’t
sure what to do this evening. Working Saturdays was the pits, but the overtime
paid well, and everyone in the office did it this time of year. She felt too
restless to hang out at home. It had been a full week since meeting Jake. He’d
friended her on Facebook, but they didn’t chat about anything substantial—just
where she lived and worked and how his son was doing in school. She didn’t know
why it felt so awkward chatting with him even with the anonymity of the
internet.