Chapter 346: Patty XXXIX—Seeds of Doubt
The girl
was a wonder! Patrick had won against
Let’s see what we have here, she had said to him in an overbearing, mother’s voice, trailing her fingers over his bare back. Patrick had flinched once she reached his tender lower back and that had been the signal to her to inflict torture. Oh but the bliss in the results was worth the pain. Yes, he would keep Katrina’s number handy for now on, and the fact that Michele never told him to do so before irked him somewhat.
Patrick
felt even better the next day, no soreness lingered from the game and he woke
up loose and in a pleasant mood. Michele had commented on his cheerful, playful
behavior upon waking up and that made Patrick feel even lighter hearted. He
glanced at the sports section of the newspaper during breakfast; he looked at
their standings in the division. Yes,
By mid afternoon, Patrick was in such a good mood that he regretted calling Jacquelyn the day before yesterday and being so hasty in cutting of some contact with her. Seeing as Michele was busy, and his other friends had plans of some sort or other, a quick visit with her would be just the best thing to do.
“Oh I knew you would be calling so soon,” Jacquelyn said in an irritated voice over the phone. “You’re such a capricious sort; all of you men are so predictable.”
Patrick grinned. “It was nothing personal before, you understand? Health issues, you should be flattered.”
Jacquelyn giggled, her measured, calculating giggle. “Of course I am, I suppose. But have you suddenly taken a taste for self destruction in the past few days?”
“Oh I’ve been feeling much stronger, if you’re interested.”
Jacquelyn laughed and hung up, really all the encouragement Patrick needed.
“I never said you could come over,” Jacquelyn said with narrowed eyes, coyly holding her front door open, peeking through. Her eyes had a slate blue hue in the dim light, the pupils wide and round and black. The blood swelled the veins in his temples, his mouth watered and he reached in, touched her soft cheek. She closed those eyes.
“Do you want me to leave now?”
“Mmm,” Jacquelyn sighed. “Get in here you’re letting all of the heat escape.”
Before Patrick could obey, Jacquelyn grabbed his wrist and yanked on him, laughing like a girl. He stumbled into the house and he pulled off his gloves and coat as Jacquelyn closed the door and locked it. Did he mean to just toss his winter clothes on the floor like that, he wasn’t sure but he dropped everything at the touch of Jacquelyn’s fingers at the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to hers.
Her sharp little tongue flicked within his mouth and he pushed her against the door, feeling the tease of those delicious little claws of hers. She had energy, boundless energy. Perhaps her best feature, the trademark of the young, hungry energy, heat spent as if they would never feel sexual passion again. Her fingers tugged impatiently at his fly, his hands on her shirt and then pulling her pants. With his zipper down, and her hand inside Patrick laughed and moaned, pressing his mouth against her breast. “Here or in a more comfortable room?” He asked.
She reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, “I think this is all we need my love.”
Forget. The past, the future, even the importance of the present slipped from Patrick’s mind, once the source of his lust became inflamed and then satisfied. The moment he felt her breast move with a gasp, her legs lifting around his waist, the shove into her body, into warmth, satisfying a craving that itched all the more to indulge. Patrick didn’t close his eyes, rather he admired her creamy skin, her breasts, her mouth, admired the sounds she made, the smells, the tastes, oh yes these were things to live for.
“Uhhh…” She moaned into his ear and sighed, he could feel her pleasure building, soon she would be writhing helplessly in his arms, and “You do have more stamina don’t you?”
With a grin, Patrick nuzzled her throat and shoved himself harder into her body causing her to cry out in a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. Yes, she wouldn’t have seen that coming, and how nice it felt that way.
“Oh you bastard!” She snapped. “You…” She moaned, a long, slurred moan, “filthy bastard.”
Limp and damp and helpless now, she began to slide and Patrick went with her soft, heated body to the floor, all the while watching the change in her face. She was close now, and here was where she fascinated him the most. She let her arms fall spread, to her sides, her eyes were half closed and her cheeks blushed, her lips darkened and the cruelty, coldness and hate that normally stamped her vicious little smile melted from her and disappeared into such beautiful pleasure.
“So does your lovely wife have any sort of clue about us yet?” Jacquelyn sighed, holding Patrick to her breasts, sitting up and leaning against the wall.
“I doubt it,” Patrick replied with a yawn, “But even if she did know there isn’t a reason why she should object in my opinion.”
Jacquelyn giggled, and Patrick closed his eyes and listened to the steady, ponderous rhythm of her heartbeat. “I wouldn’t take her that lightly, Patrick. If there is one thing women know, its other women, and we do not take kindly to our beloved ones screwing the ones that irritate us, no matter how open the marriage is. Why else do you think I tolerate you if not for the opportunity to annoy her?”
Patrick pinched the tip of her nose and she scowled. “Oh I think there’s more than one reason why you “tolerate” me girl.”
“You’re right,” Jacquelyn whispered. “Of course. But her jealousy I think is first on my list.”
Patrick sat up slowly and peered at her lush form. “Don’t put yourself on too high a pedestal. She has no reason to be jealous of you, girl.”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me girl in the past ten seconds,” Jacquelyn replied, leaning her shoulders into the wall and tilting her neck to one side. “Stop that. And as for jealousy, you are correct, Michele isn’t the one who should be jealous, but that isn’t to say someone shouldn’t be.”
Patrick yawned and ran his fingers along her smooth thigh, slid them up the inside and higher still. “Are you on about Dan again?”
“It’s something to think about, Patrick, it really is.”
“And you say this out of concern for my emotional well being?” Patrick asked, thinking of her frigid little soul, wondering what she had in mind for herself. Not even deep within his instincts, just on the surface, without having to scratch for the insects underneath, he knew that anything Jacquelyn told him would benefit her in some way. But that didn’t mean what she said didn’t contain at least a grain of truth.
“No not really,” Jacquelyn replied. “I say it because I don’t want your precious wife getting everything she wants under your nose. Patrick, its embarrassing really, to see her carry on like that, emotionally attached, nurturing new attachments while she would presume to prevent you from having any sort of company, as emotionally detached as it is, with me.”
“Have you spoken with her lately?” Patrick asked filled with curiosity.
“No I haven’t,” Jacquelyn replied, “But I spoke with Daniel, and he is as lovestruck as ever.”
Patrick rolled his eyes, “I think that’s what she’s aiming for, it’s part of the game my dear.”
Jacquelyn nodded. “But how long ago could she have had him? The man seems like easy pickings to me, Patrick I think sooner or later you have to ask yourself where the game stops and the cravings of her heart begin.”
Patrick looked away from her, feeling a tug at his heart. “You’re full of nonsense sometimes, you realize this?”
Jacquelyn leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, her arms around him, her breasts pressing against his skin. “You’re a magnificent specimen my love, and it would be a shame to see you conquered by the one you felt the safest with. A false sense of security always puts our breed into downfall, Patrick, you know this. And I daresay Michele knows this as well, so you must ask yourself, does she ever feel satisfied, does she ever laugh at you, pleased that’s she’s been able to do so much under you nose?”
Patrick closed his eyes. “I said, you’re full of shit.”