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Love and Rage
Chapter 14

"You go on up babe," Jed said as they entered the house. "I need to get something first."

"OK, don't be long" she gave him a look from under her lashes that assured he would take the least possible amount of time.

With Abbey gone Jed dug into the refrigerator for the bottle of champagne he'd asked to have chilling. He grabbed two crystal flutes and made his way to the stairs filled with anticipation and, strangely enough, nerves. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have performance anxiety. Tonight with Abbey was going to be incredibly important. It would affect how she felt about herself and how she felt about sex. More than anything he wanted tonight to be good for her. Very good.

Abbey had barely kicked off her shoes and turned the stereo on to a station playing Valentine's Day love songs by the time Jed entered the bedroom She had been touched by the seduction her husband had planned. Long stemmed roses filled the vases in the room; a fire burned in the grate and the bed was turned down revealing her favorite satin sheets.

"Champagne?" he asked. Abbey nodded and he handed her the delicate flute. After his glass was filled he lifted it toward her staring intently into her eyes. "To us."

"To us" she agreed softly touching her glass to his. After sipping from his glass Jed leaned down wanting to taste the sweet wine on Abbey's lips. A deep growl came from behind the bed.

"I'm not fighting him for you tonight Abbey. Put him out."

"Jed, he needs to get used to seeing us like this."

"Abigail, sweetheart, that dog is going to try to kill me when I climb on top of you."

Abbey laughed at the image that came to mind and she reached for the dog's collar. "Come on Max." She began to pull the reluctant dog out of the bedroom. Max looked back at Jed with what he swore was a dirty look.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. She's my woman, not yours."

Abbey quickly shut Max in the nursery with the twins and returned to her husband.

"So, I'm your WOMAN, am I?" She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned back to smile impudently up at him.

"Damn straight. And don't you forget it." He grinned down at her and pulled her in closer to dance with him. Abbey felt so safe and so content swaying gently in his strong arms. He felt her lips move against his bare neck as she began to sing along with the radio.

"If there were no words, no way to speak,
I would still hear you.
If there were no tears, no way to feel inside,
I'd still feel for you.
And even if the sun refused to shine,
Even if romance ran out of rhyme,
You would still have my heart until the end of time.
You're all I need
my love,
My valentine…”

Her voice trailed off as Jed's lips began to trace along her jaw until he reached that sensitive spot at the base of her ear that made her legs melt with desire. Her neck fell back and her eyes closed as she felt his tongue run over the diamond stud in her ear, swirling over and around it. She felt his hands at the back of her dress working the zipper and she began to pull his shirttails out of his pants. When his hands made their way up the bare the skin of her back into her hair to cup her head for a kiss, she pushed back gently. Jed's eyes were hooded with desire and uncertainty.

Abbey stepped back from him and, keeping her eyes boldly locked with his, she began to lower the straps of her dress down her arms so achingly slow that Jed found himself holding his breath. Before long the dress slid down over her hips and puddled on the floor at her feet. Abbey stood brazenly before him in black lace underwear trimmed in red. Her breasts swelled barely restrained over the top of her strapless bra and his fingers itched to work at the clips on her garters.

Jed felt his mouth go dry and his breathing had become a little heavier. Abbey moved forward and together they worked at the buttons on his shirt. When he had shrugged out of it, she sensuously rubbed her cheek against the crinkly hair on his chest. Her fingers followed the thin line of hair that ran from his navel into his pants. She unbuckled his belt needing to follow that line further still until it flared at his groin. Her fingers were slightly hampered at his zipper due to the erection straining there.

Once he was free of his pants, Jed began to maneuver her back toward the bed, his lips never leaving hers. Abbey was so involved in the sensation of his tongue sweeping in her mouth and warring with her own that she didn't even realize they had moved until the bed hit her in the back of the knees. She instinctively sat and noticed through a haze of desire the tube of lubricant on the bedside table.

"Did you think you were going to need help tonight?” she asked huskily.

Jed looked to where her gaze lay and he smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Just being prepared. I don't want to hurt you Abbey."

"My sweet little Boy Scout" she smiled. "I don't think you 're going to have anything to worry about in that department, babe"

Jed laid her back on the bed. His hands cupped her face, his fingertips softly tracing over her cheekbones, her brow, and finally the lush curve of her lips.

"You are so beautiful" he whispered softly. His lips replaced his fingers to kiss her deeply while his hands trailed down lower to roam over soft curves of her body. His own body ached with desire, but he held back any force and with extreme self-control, he kept his touches feather light.

He could be so gentle, Abbey thought as she felt his fingers whisper over the satiny skin of her inner thighs to his ultimate destination, which was to expertly work at the clips of her garters. Usually their lovemaking was so full of urgent, passionate need that it made this tender onslaught to her senses all the more sweet.

His fingers moved up her body to breeze lightly over her chest and dip into the V between her breasts. Before long he had front clasp of her lacy bra open and released those exquisite breasts into his warm hands. He felt her nipples harden under the movements of his thumbs and she arched against him with a sigh.

"Don't think about anything but what you feel gorgeous…Just feel." His lips circled around her left nipple and he sucked it deeply into his mouth tugging at it like a suckling child. Abbey arched harder against him with a soft purr of pleasure.

"That feels good doesn't it?" he asked as he released the hardened tip only to torture it again with a flick of his tongue over and over sending little darts of desire pulsing between Abbey's thighs.

”Mmmm…."

"There were a few things I forgot in the restaurant."

"Oh…yeah?" Abbey closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as Jed's teeth ran gently over her right nipple.

"Yeah. I forgot to tell you that I love how good you taste right here." He gave a last kiss to her nipple. "And I love how you taste here…" his lips traced patterns over her belly and his tongue slid into her naval. "And I love how you taste here." His lips began to move over the lace edge of her panties kissing each hipbone. One hand moved to cup the lace covered mound between her thighs and Abbey's breath grew ragged, the pulsing between her legs almost unbearable. She felt his fingers slide under the lace and pull the material down just low enough so that he could press a kiss into the springy curls there. "And I love how you taste here…" his tongue darted out for a quick sample. Abbey gasped and lifted her hips so he could pull the tiny scrap of material down over her hips. She knew exactly what he was doing. He had done this before. He was talking to her the whole time so she would know that every touch was that of her gentle lover, not her vicious attacker.

"Jed, please…" she moaned. "I need you." She reached a hand out and curled it over the silky hardness of him. She felt him pulsing and straining, felt the wetness of emission on his tip and knew what an effort he was making for this to be all about her pleasure.

"Oh Jesus baby…don't do that…Not yet." More than anything he wanted to allow her to continue to stroke him with her sensual expertise. But, he wasn't finished with her yet.

"Oh… GOD… Jed" She gave a long drawn out sigh that ended with a gasp as Jed's fingers delved into the warmth between her thighs. He gave a breath of relief and thanks at finding her wet and needy. She was right; he wouldn't need that little back up tube. He easily found what he was looking for and began to stroke it in a circular motion, just the way she liked it. Abbey pushed her knees further apart opening up for him. Her hips began to move in the same rhythm as his fingers. She couldn't think anymore. Couldn't think about anything but the pleasure that he was giving her. She was so lost in her desire that when his mouth and his tongue replaced his fingers she cried out loudly and almost came.

"No Jed" she tugged at his hair pulling at him until he looked up at her over her belly.

"Let me baby…you're almost there."

"I want you inside me. You have to be inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes…Oh God yes. I NEED you Jed."

Jed moved his way up her body into the cradle of her thighs. Home, sweet home. He felt Abbey's warm hand around his penis and he gave a deep groan.

"Oh Christ Abbey…I ACHE for you…"

"Then take me Jed" she guided him to her entrance. He probed gently and she felt the tip of him begin to penetrate her. Her bones turned to liquid and she lifted her hips up to try and take more of him inside her. After a couple gentle thrusts, Jed finally slid deeply inside her, as deeply as he could go. Abbey felt him filling and stretching her and she wrapped her legs around his waist to take him completely in. She would never be able to describe what it felt like to have Jed locked so deeply inside her. They simply melded into one body, one heart, and one need for completion.

Jed bit his lip fighting his body's natural urge to begin thrusting wildly within her. He tried to think of anything. Anything but how good it felt to be inside his wife's tight warm body.

Abbey felt his hands grasp her hips as he withdrew nearly completely from her body. She whimpered at the sense of emptiness and loss that move caused but was moaning with pleasure again when he slid back deeply inside.

"Jed…Oh God…please…NOW"

Jed knew exactly what that plea meant. It was the moment that his body had been waiting for. Finally unleashed from his self-imposed restraint, Jed began to thrust inside her. Deep long thrusts that caused her breath to move from moans, to whimpers, to gasps, and finally to abandoned cries as she moved toward completion. He felt everything about her tighten, felt her fingers digging into his hips. Her entire body arched toward him and then she was crying out from her shattering release.

He paused for a moment just feeling the shocks in her body pulsing around him. He pushed the hair gently back from her face and rained gentle kisses over her brow.

"I love you," he said softly.

"Jed" her voice was still breathless. "Let yourself go." She reached her hands down to grasp his rear and pull him fully into her again. "It's OK, just let yourself go baby…come inside me".

Jed groaned deeply. Her words allowed him the freedom to be selfish for the first time that night. He began to thrust within her doing what he needed for his own pleasure. It only took a few quick strokes before he joined her in climax with a deep cry of her name.

* * * *

Completely spent, with flushed skin, swollen lips, and tousled hair Jed and Abbey lay entwined on top of the sheets basking in the afterglow of great sex. Jed was relieved to find that his wife hadn't lost the easy comfort she had always had in her sexuality. Rather than sliding under the covers, Abbey stretched out languidly nude against him with the firelight dancing over her creamy skin. She ran her toes up and down the hair on his calf, while she twirled the hair on his chest around her finger. Meanwhile his fingers caressed her rib cage and the underside of her breasts, moving every now and then to run a finger over her now sorely, sensitive nipples. While a few minutes before the touches would have been erotic and worked to enflame, now they were simply loving and soothing.

Sometime during the evening it had begun to rain and now they lay safely cocooned in each other's arms listening to it patter on the roof and against the windows. For the first time in ages Abbey felt completely relaxed, content, and protected.

"How do you feel?" Jed asked as he brushed his lips into her hair.

"Safe" she sighed nuzzling like a kitten into the silky hair under his arm. "I feel safer laying here alone in your arms in the rain than a I do at a function with an army of service agents. Is that crazy or what?"

"Not crazy at all. You are safe with me Abbey. You always will be."

* * * *

Jed awoke at the crack of dawn the next morning. He noted right away that the rain had stopped and the sun was poking its head through the clouds. He had fallen asleep spooned around Abbey's back from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her and that was the same position that he woke up in. Her hair tickled his nose .Her skin was warm against him, and her sweet curving rear was pressed up against the part of his anatomy that had woken him up. He got up on one elbow and watched his lovely wife sleeping peacefully. She had not cried out in her sleep, nor awakened in tears the entire night. The sheets were tangled around her waist leaving her torso bare against him. Her cheeks were still flushed from the night before, her lips lightly swollen. She had a small hickey near her left nipple and her hair was sexily mussed. She looked like she had been tumbled and tumbled good.

He reached over her head for one of the roses in the vase beside the bed and began to drop the fragrant petals on her cheek. Abbey gave a soft sigh and wiggled her hips back to press her rear tighter against the penis that was by now begging Jed to wake her up for a little morning sex. He slid a hand over her hip and around front to begin to stroke her. He gave a soft groan at finding her still damp from the night before.

Abbey sighed in her sleep. She was having an incredibly erotic dream. Fingers, magically talented fingers, were lazily stroking her until she couldn't help but squirm against them. She needed…needed…

She woke up slightly disoriented still feeling those tantalizing stroking fingers. She moved her hand down her belly and lower still to where she found Jed's hand hard at work.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," he rumbled against the back of her neck.

"Mmmm…" was the only response she could make as the waves were already starting deep inside her belly. She pushed her rear back against him in a silent offering.

"Abbey?" he asked.

"It's OK Jed. It's you. Only you." She pulled her knee up to give him better access and Jed slid inside her from behind, never stopping for a beat the circular motions of his fingers.

Abbey's last coherent thought was how nice it would be to be awakened this way every morning.

* * * *

Abbey awoke a couple hours after their early dawn lovemaking. This time she was alone in bed, but not alone. She smiled as she heard Jed singing away in the shower. She snuggled deeper into the satin sheets reveling this feeling of satisfaction. The sensitive skin of her breasts and inner thighs were slightly red with whisker burn, her mouth and nipples were sore. Every inch of her smelled of Jed, his cologne, his sweat, the musky sent of his semen, and she felt absolutely, totally MAGNIFICENT.

"You're awake," Jed said as he came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Shower's all yours if you want it."

"Not yet" she yawned. She wanted to enjoy the state she was in after last night's carnality just a little longer. "Do you really have to go back to the White House this morning?" The disappointment was clear in her voice.

"Just for a couple of hours. I'll do my radio address, then I have a quick briefing and I'll be back here before lunch. Looks it's going to be a nice day, maybe we can pack the kids up in the back packs and take them for a long walk by the bay."

"That sounds good."

”Are you trying to seduce me into staying?"

"What?" she looked puzzled until she followed his eyes down to the sheets had slipped away baring her breast.

"Wasn't making me get up at the crack of dawn to meet your needs enough Mr. President?" She teased.

"You know I can never get enough of you hot stuff."

* * * *

Jed stood at the stove frying eggs for breakfast. He was barefoot and wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. His hair was still damp from his shower. Abbey sat at the kitchen table naked under her silk robe. The twins sat in their high chairs in front her. She was spooning oatmeal into their little bird-like mouths while they tossed the dry Cheerios that littered their trays on the floor. Max lay just under the table lapping up the fallen cereal. He had learned early on where all the goodies came from. It could have been the Saturday morning scene in any typical American family, however, they weren't a typical American family, and the man of this house had a date at the White House.

"Abbey, I didn't realize how late it is. I don't have time to eat." Jed popped a piece of bacon in his mouth and turned off the stove.

"Jed, you need to eat your breakfast." She barely looked up from the tugging fight that she was having with Nicholas for the spoon she was feeding him with.

"I don't have time, " he looked at his watch. "I've got to go."

"You're not leaving without breakfast. Get your shoes on and I'll fix you something."

Jed did as told and Abbey popped two English Muffins in the toaster. He watched her make a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on the toasted bread and slide it into a brown paper bag. He smiled as he watched her place a big piece of cantaloupe into a sandwich baggy. He knew he couldn't get away without the healthy stuff.

”I feel like I'm off to grammar school again" he said accepting the brown paper bag from her. Abbey watched him snag a bottle of baby food off the counter.

"What are you doing?" She faced him with hands on hips.

"Tutti Frutti" he said lifting it up to show her the jar. "I need something for my sweet tooth." He dropped it in the paper sack.

Abbey held back her laughter. She would LOVE to see the looks on his agent's faces when The President of the United States opened a jar of baby food for his breakfast.

He kissed each of the kids on the top of their heads and Abbey followed him out onto the porch. The car was already running in the driveway, the motorcade ready to pull away. Jed turned and pulled Abbey into his arms. He ran his hands over the silky robe that covered her hips.

"You promise you'll be back early?" she asked.

"Yes Doc, I'll be back for lunch. I promise." He drew his finger over her bottom lip, then cupped her face in his hands.

"I'm holding you to that, Josiah." She tilted her chin to accept the gentle kiss he pressed on her lips, then stepped back as he turned to leave. When he reached the top of the stairs he turned back to her.

"Lock the door when you go inside, Abbey."

"I will" she promised. The words brought the reality of their situation back to Abbey. Suddenly the real world had invaded the fantasy world of safety and security that had been hers for one whole night. She smiled affectionately as she watched Jed descend the stairs toward the black sedan with his brief case in one hand and his little brown bag in the other.

* * * *

With the breakfast mess cleaned, and the children fed, bathed and playing in the nursery with Izzy, Abbey let Max out, then made her way back up to the bedroom. Even the sight of the mess that waited for her could not bring down her utter sense of well being. It was amazing what a better outlook one night of great sex could give you. She slid her bathrobe off her shoulders and put it in the hamper. Her tug of war with Nicholas had caused her to end up with part of the baby's breakfast on her clothes. Naked, she reached into her dresser and grabbed the first thing she could find, which turned out to be a very short white lace full slip. She grabbed a pair of bikini panties to wear under it and moved to the bathroom to start her bath water. After dropping a cupful of bubbles in the hot water, she made her way back to the bedroom to get started on cleaning the remains of their sexual escapades the previous night.

He stood in the doorway surveying the mess in the room. Clothes and underwear lay scattered all over, an empty bottle of champagne lay sideways on the bedside table with two empty crystal flutes beside it. The bedcovers lay half on the floor, half on the bed. The room fairly REEKED of sex. And, there she was. The object of his desire was bending over to strip the bed of the soiled sheets. The woman he loved, the woman who BELONGED to him had quite obviously spent the previous night FUCKING another man. The blood raced through his veins to pound at his temples and he could feel his limbs shaking.

"Hello Abigail"

The voice was cold, emotionless. It was the voice that made her cry in her nightmares. She froze for a moment then turned slowly around. The blood drained from her face and a wave of nausea nearly brought her to her knees. Her fantasy of safety and security was over and reality had taken over. Reality was that, in all probability, her real nightmare was just beginning.

TBC...

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