Just Sex (4 page)

“As long as I leave you knowing that I think you’re an attractive woman.”

She swallowed hard. “I’m a middle-aged housewife with too much to deal with.”

“You’re a woman in her prime.” He squeezed her palm. “Who has dealt with too much for too long.” He stood. “I should get to work.”

Her vagina cramped with lust
. God help me!

Chapter Four

J.J. rolled up to Kat’s house a day ahead of schedule. His white-knuckled fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. “Fuck, I’m pathetic. I must be desperate.” His head bounced off the headrest. “I can’t go a week without seeing her.”

After what he saw through her window, he knew what boiled underneath her prim and proper mom exterior. He had never wanted anyone so much before. Women came to him, for fuck’s sake. Since he was fifteen, all he had to do was smile at a girl and she would come calling.

He had tried everything from cold showers to beating off three times a day to dull his need for her. Nothing had relieved his lust. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to lift Kat’s sexy body off her fancy chair last week and show her how hot she was.

The hard-on he seemed to have all the time made him want to spread Kat over the table and feast on her, but the looks she sent him made it clear she was not interested.

J.J. had never gone so long without sex. He switched off the ignition, wrenched open the truck door, marched into Kat’s backyard and stopped dead in his tracks. Molten passion engulfed him. Could his eyes be playing tricks on him? He blinked, nope, his eyes were fine.

Kat lay on a soft cushioned lounge chair, sunbathing. The bright pink and deep purple flowers he’d spent so much time caring for surrounded her nude body in a wash of gorgeous color. She reminded him of a sex goddess.

Every inch of his six-foot-one frame thrummed with desire.
What the fuck?
His gaze roamed over her round ass and landed on the rise and swell of her back.
When did that part of the body become so sexy
?

He hurried to the chaise lounger and ran his calloused hand down her back onto her ample ass. The soft feel of her warm skin fulfilled every fantasy he had.

Kat jumped and turned. “Oh J.J.!” Her whole body flashed red.

He now had new images for his daydreams. J.J.’s dick jerked against his underwear and he made himself step back.

She snatched the towel from the ground. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.” He grabbed the towel and let his gaze roam over her. His whole body burned. “Don’t cover yourself. You’re so sexy.”

Mortification shone in Kat’s pretty gray-blue eyes. “J.J., don’t. Please!”

He couldn’t help himself. J.J. slid his hand from Kat’s shoulder down to her breast, lifted and squeezed her plump flesh.

Kat’s rosy nipple puckered and her body trembled. Saliva pooled in his mouth. “You’re beautiful.”

“Please stop.”

“I want you!” He leaned in and brushed his lips to hers. Need pulsed through him. “Let me have you.”

Kat placed her hand on his chest. “I can’t.”

Her palm heated his skin. J.J. nipped at her bottom lip. “Why?” He cupped Kat’s face and ran his thumb over her cheek.

Her eyes softened. “J.J., no.”

J.J. knew he could push and win. “Kat, please.”

A tear dampened his finger. Reality hit him like a kick to the nuts. “Shit.” He jerked back and let her have the towel. Kat grabbed it and ran into the house.

“What did I just do?” He had never pushed a woman into bed before. If Kat hadn’t started to cry, he would have convinced her to have sex. What the fuck was wrong with him? God knew he liked Kat, but he never forced a woman. That was, until today.

He stood in the aromatic backyard and listened to the waterfall spill into Kat’s pool. Hot air swelled around him and thunder sounded in the distance. “Shit.” J.J. lifted his face to the sky. Just what he needed. J.J. rubbed his hands through his hair. Sweat rolled down his back and collected at the base of his spine. “Fuck, I blew it!”

He hurried to the front of the house and stepped over Sam’s skateboard on his way to the door. J.J. pounded on the heavy wood. The solid brass knocker thudded against the thick mahogany. “Kat, I’m sorry. Open up, I want to talk to you.” He needed to tell her…what, that he wasn’t a rapist? Fat raindrops started to fall and soak through his shirt.

“Please just leave.” Kat’s muffled voice broke with emotion, almost bringing him to his knees.

“Please.” J.J. rested his head against the wood. “Kat, I’m sorry.” Water ran down his back. “Please, Kat. Can we talk about this?” He needed to see her, to hold her close and…
For fuck’s sake. The last thing she needs is you.

Lightning splintered the sky as J.J. ran to his truck. He grabbed his cell, scanned through his contacts and found the one person he thought could help. J.J. started the ignition and headed home.

Patricia answered on the fifth ring. He told her every dirty detail of what he had done and prayed she would still help him. Patricia agreed and they made plans for Friday night. J.J.’s shoulders finally relaxed when he hung up with Patricia. He dialed his foreman Juan and arranged to have Kat’s yard done tomorrow. J.J. drove past his apartment complex and headed to his mother’s. He would take her to lunch. She would make him feel good about himself again.

* * * * *

J.J. sat at the bar in the Shady Horse Friday night. Dread and lust mixed like acid in his gut. He peeled the label of his Sam Adams as Irish music assaulted his ears. Every nerve in his body did a jig with the peppy tune. He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time.

Fred, the old Irish bartender, ambled over. “Boyo, looking at your watch is not going to make the time go any faster.”

He twisted the band on his wrist. “I know.”

“Who are you waiting for?”

What could J.J. say? He was waiting for
the
Kat Henderson to give him the time of day. His stomach tied in a knot. “Friends.”

“You are wound awful tight to be waiting for friends.” Fred swiped a rag over the well-maintained bar.

“Shit, Fred. Can I have another beer?”

“Coming right up.” The older man sniggered. “I hope your lady gets here soon.”

His gaze locked onto the bartenders. “How?”

“Boyo, I’ve been doing this for a long time. You have the look of a man waiting on a woman” The door swung open and more people flowed in.

J.J. searched the crowd and sighed. His disappointment socked him in the chest.

Fred set down a bottle of beer. “A good-looking boy like you? She’ll show up.”

“I hope so.” He palmed his beverage and took a long pull.

The bartender chuckled and walked way. The large oak door opened again. Patricia strolled in, with Kat right behind her.

“Thank you.” J.J. sent his prayer upward and relaxed.

A loud wolf whistle came from the old bartender’s direction. Kat sidled up to the bar with Patricia. J.J. picked at his beer bottle while she flirted with the old Irishman.
Patricia was right. This is the best place for this.

Fred set one shot after another in front of Kat. She licked salt off her hand, tossed back the drinks and shoved limes in her mouth. He watched as she gasped and shuddered, making the ruby and diamond earrings dance at her ears and what was underneath her blouse jiggle.

The shirt framed her tits as if she was a priceless piece of art and streamed over her hips. His palms ached to feel her beautiful ass. J.J. couldn’t help but notice her lack of panty lines and red four-inch Fuck-Me-Pumps. He swiped at his upper lip.
Fuck me sideways. She’s fucking hot
. He couldn’t take looking at her without doing something about it.

J.J. needed to give himself some time. He stood, his long strides eating up the distance to the bathroom. He pushed open the door, locked it behind him and entered the only stall. Pine cleaner assaulted his nose. J.J. sniffed and leaned against the white tile wall.

He unzipped his jeans, his throbbing cock springing from his pants. The cool tile against his back did nothing to dampen his desire. He took his dick in his hand and pictured Kat’s hand milking him. He closed his eyes and imagined her red-painted nails gliding over his dick. Passion ran down his spine and exploded.

His hand moved faster and harder. Kat’s face in rapture flashed in his mind. The first spurt of cum came hot and fast, his body bucked, he bit down on his bottom lip and almost drew blood. He grabbed toilet paper and cleaned up.

What the hell was wrong with him? He had never had to beat off in a public restroom before. J.J. zipped his jeans, washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom. He motioned to Fred for another beer.

The bartender lumbered over and set a fresh bottle down.

“How many drinks has Kat had?”

Fred turned and gazed fondly at Kat. “She’s on her fifth. I’d say she’s feeling no pain.” He eyed J.J. and chuckled. “Boyo, you look at her like you want to lick her up.”

“I think I screwed up the other day.” J.J. grabbed his beer and lifted it to his mouth.

“Now’s your chance to fix it.”

The old rickety stool creaked in protest when he spun.

Patricia pulled Kat along the old, red-oak bar. “Hi, J.J., how are you?”

Kat stumbled and his hand shot out to steady her.

Patricia sent J.J. a wink. “I had no idea you would be here.”

“What are you two fine ladies doing out on the town?” he asked and winked back at his co-conspirator.

“I’ll let Kat tell you.” Patricia pushed Kat forward.

Kat took in a drunken breath. “This was all Patty Cake’s idea. She tortured me. My best friend in the whole wide world came to my house at the crack of dawn to take me shopping.”

J.J.’s body ached to hold her. “You must hate Patricia. For being such a bad friend.” His gaze found Patricia. He hoped she could read the gratitude on his face.

“I can’t hate Patty for making me buy this outfit and shoes, because I feel sexy as hell in them.” She gasped. “As part of my new life. New me makeover, she took me to the torture chamber and I was waxed, plucked and had goop smeared all over me.”

She swayed grabbing the bar. “The icing on the cake was when Buddy came in and gave me the best massage of my life.”

Painful lust flooded him. J.J. didn’t want to think about another man running his hands over her dream-inspiring body. How could any man touch Kat and not want to bury himself balls deep inside her? “You look great.” He willed his eyes not to linger on her lush curves.

A man in his late thirties walked up to them and asked Kat to dance. The need to defend what he wanted almost overpowered J.J.’s civility. He wanted to wrap his hand around the man’s neck for pulling her away from him.

Patricia grabbed his arm. “I need to talk to you.”

“But Kat—”

“Kat will be fine, Joe’s a good guy.” She tugged him to a table in the corner.

Feelings he didn’t want to explore flooded him. “If you’re going to give me a tongue lashing, save it. I have done a good job of that all ready.”

She settled into the seat. “I was surprised when you called and asked for my help.”

J.J. rotated his shoulders and moved his neck to relieve all the built-up tension. “Kat needed a friend after what I did to her.”

Patricia leaned forward and folded her hands on the table. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I wish Kat felt that way.”

“I’m not going to break best friend confidences, but after she got over her embarrassment, you made her feel really good about herself.”

Every bone in J.J.’s body stiffened and a stupid smile split his mouth. “Are you sure?”

I want to tell you something, so you understand Kat.” Patricia’s attractive face went somber. “When Kat got married, Gary changed and showed his real self.”

“I don’t want to talk about that asshole.” He looked over at Kat. “She’ll tell me when she wants me to know.”

“I’m afraid she won’t let you get that close. Kat had a miscarriage before she had Sam.”

He shrugged. “So?” J.J. couldn’t for the life of him understand what that had to do with now.

Patricia tapped her fingers on the table. “Gary forced Kat to get pregnant again immediately. She had a hard pregnancy and almost bled to death having Sam. Kat had to have a hysterectomy, which means she can’t have any more children.”

Bile rose in his gut and fury swamped him.

She laid her hand on his balled fist. “Gary hadn’t touched her since the hysterectomy. That was eleven years ago.” She leaned closer. “Kat was a faithful wife and she would have stayed faithful to Gary.”

His beer boiled up and threatened to spew. He willed it down. “Are you telling me that Kat hasn’t had sex since before Sam was born? Why?”

“I really don’t know.”

Raw, fresh anger filled him. His whole body tensed. “How could anyone treat his wife that way? I want to dig Gary up and kill him all over again.”

A weak smile split Patricia’s features. “I see the light coming back into Kat’s soul. I think I have you to thank for that.”

He sat back and relaxed.

“There’s an age difference between you and Kat,” Patricia said.

“I don’t care.”

“But Kat cares. It bothers her. She is very naïve, so be careful with her. Don’t do anything to hurt her.”