Coming Around Again - Chapter 20

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CHAPTER 20

                     Despite the begging, cajoling and pleading Kate refused to accept any professional help. Jack tried first. After all this was his Katie, he figured he might be able to get through, speak to the little girl she use to be. His little girl. But to no avail. Rose tried, she cried, she got nowhere. Even Jeremy tried and when he brought Dan into the picture Kate had gotten so angry towards him he dropped the subject altogether. When she returned to work the following week everyone noticed she had changed again. This time though fun loving Kate was turning into Party Animal Kate. Most nights she could be found holding up the local bar and she always seemed to manage to find somebody to party with.
                     Kate heard the sympathy in their voices when they talked to her. More importantly she heard the pity when they tried to help. She hated it. More than the sympathy, more than the feeling of abject sadness she constantly lived with, she hated the pity. She knew Rachel was only trying to help and her family was concerned about her.  She just didn’t want to care. She couldn’t bear to see the look in their eyes when they tried to talk to her. She just wanted to scream ‘Leave me alone.’ She found solice in drinking with strangers. She liked when nobody knew what had happened because it meant she could be just Kate. Not Kate who’s husband and child were blown up. Just Kate. She desperately wanted to be just Kate again.
                      Kate kept away from family, friends and even work collegues as much as she could in the following months. Her wedding anniversary came along and she drank expensive champagne with people she didn’t know in a trendy bar in town.  As the weather turned colder and the nights grew darker and longer nothing could lift her mood better than a couple of glasses of vodka or a champagne cocktail. One evening Kate arrived home from a drinking spree to find her driveway blocked. There was a man fixing his flat tyre right outside her gates and it irritated her that the taxi couldn’t drive in. The pounding rain wasn’t any help and she cursed him as she paid the taxi and went to give the edgit a piece of her mind. Stumbling, she made her way to where the figure was hunched over the tyre wrestling with the nuts. She rounded on him.
                       ‘Whas in the hell do you think you is doing?’
 He spun around as she screamed at him. ‘I’m sorry?’
                       ‘I wans to know whas you doin in my ways.’
The slow steady appreciative smile that crept over his face took her by surprise.
                      ‘Whas the hell you sssmilin asss?’
                      ‘I’m James, nice to meet you.’ Still smirking he wiped his hand on his soaked trousers before offering it to her.
                     ‘I don’t wans to bloody mees you.’ She slapped his hand away but the motion made her lose her balance and he swiftly reached out to steady her.
                     ‘Get your hands off me.’ She screamed at him.
                     ‘Whoa, lady, I’m just trying to keep you standing upright, you seem to be having a bit of a problem there.’
                     ‘I’m perfectly fine, just move this thing out of the way of my driveway.’ Kate turned to walk away but in doing so tripped over her own foot and fell face down in a puddle at the kerb.
James, realizing she wasn’t actually hurt hunkered down beside her and whispered.
                 ‘Would you like me to put my hands on you now to help you up?’
Kate looked at him and felt something stir deep inside her. She tried to ignore it as she nodded silently.
                  ‘Okay lady, here we go. Would you like me to help you to your door?’
The fall had shook Kate and the surprise of what was happening to her insides when he looked at her had rendered her speechless so she just nodded again.
                ‘Right so, take it easy. I’m in no rush to get inside out of this little drop of rain.’
Even though the joke wasn’t lost on her she didn’t trust herself to say anything so instead she fumbled for her key in her bag. She was suddenly very aware of the strong grip he had on her waist and arm as they walked. When they reached her front door the porch sheltered them from the down pour and Kate realised for the first time that she was shivering.
                    ‘Hey I think you need to take a hot shower, you are soaked through lady.’
                    ‘Stop looking at me like that,’ she thought. She could see the taut lines of his chest through his soaking wet shirt and found herself starring down towards his thighs before she realised what she was doing. Too late she also realized that he noticed her looking too.
                   ‘Damn it what did he say his name was?”
                   ‘Are you finished looking?’
                   ‘There was that damned smirk again.’
                  ‘Em, em….,’her hand found her door key just in time. ‘Thank god,’ she thought.
                  ‘Ok… so… thanks,’ she didn’t turn to look at him. Kate knew she needed to get inside and close the door as quickly as possible.
But when he reached for her arm the bolt that passed between them had her let out a small groan of pleasure and when she did turn she didn’t need to say a word. She could see it in his eyes . He felt it too. Oh god the longing was buried so deep inside her she had forgotten it existed, but this man, this stranger standing on her doorstep made her feel so alive. She turned her lips up slightly in an attempt at a smile. It was all the encouragement he needed. He looked at her and she felt naked, gloriously naked and she didn’t protest when he took her face in his hands and kissed her deep and hard. She groaned again as he grabbed for her breasts, hungry now, reached under her skirt felt the lace top of her stockings and she heard the pleasurable groan from him. He leaned into her now and whispered,
                   ‘Are you sure you want this?’
Kate could barely think straight, the mix of the after effects of the alcohol and the stirring inside her intertwined to render her almost incapable of any rational thought. But she knew she wanted this, knew that she longed for this and that was all she needed to know.
                   ‘Yes, yes,’ she panted and fisted her hands in his hair.
                   ‘Open that bloody door then and make it quick,’ James said laughing.
She found the keyhole and had barely opened the door when he put both hands around her body from behind and found her breasts again the hard nipples protruding through the lace of her white bra under her chiffon blouse was driving him crazy with want.  She could feel his hardness pressing up against her as he kissed her neck and filled his hands with her.
                  ‘Oh dear god,’ she thought.
                  ‘Come on, ‘he grabbed her hand to race up the stairs.
                  ‘No,’ Kate smiled at him, ‘in here,’ and she lead him excitedly to the kitchen.
Nodding he eyed the kitchen counter appreciatively,
                 ‘I like it,’ he said. Lifting her onto the breakfast bar he spread her legs with his hands all the while looking at her with his deep brown eyes, smiling coyly, knowingly. He slowed the pace, reached in and kissed her full lips before tracing his hands slowly up her thighs. Passing the top of her stockings his fingers traced the soft flesh of her thighs as she shuddered under his touch.. Then watching her reaction he smile knowingly as he teased the soft wet flesh. She threw her head back letting out a scream of pleasure.
                  ‘Oh yes,’ Kate felt the sweet release of having a man touch her deep inside.  James bent his head and let his tongue tease her now. She grabbed for his hair as her body cried out for more and he gratefully obliged.
He waited for the explosion and when it came he grabbed for her face and kissed her,
                   ‘Do you want it?’ his voice was heavy with desire.
                   ‘Yes,’ Kate barely whispered.
He took her there in her kitchen with the pouring rain outside noisily battering the windows. Kate felt nothing but desire for the man who’s name she couldn’t remember and who didn’t even know her name. She wrapped her legs around him as he plunged deeper inside her and she dug her nails deeper into his back as she screamed for him to take her harder and deeper still.
James pounded her hard and when he knew she was satisfied he felt the release wash over him and shuddered as he came.
                    ‘Oh fuck,’ was all he could manage to say before letting her disentangle herself from him. He grabbed her back and kissed her again and when all they could hear was their own breathing starting to slow down they both laughed out loud.
James was first to speak.
                   ‘I’ve never had such an interesting flat tyre before.’
Kate didn’t say anything in response. Suddenly feeling very sober, the realization of what she had just done was starting to take hold and she was desperately trying to think what she should do next.
                   ‘I’m, eh,…’ she pulled her skirt down as far as she could from where she still sat on the kitchen counter.
James held out a hand to her,
                   ‘Lady would you like a hand down from there?’
The absurdity finally hit home and Kate laughed with James.
She offered her hand to him.
                    ‘Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that. ‘
                    ‘Ye pretty damn good way to pass a miserable evening I’d say. By the way, any chance you’re going to tell me your name?’
Kate grinned,
                     ‘Kate Maguire, pleased to meet you.’ She extended her hand and he took it in his, bringing it to his lips. He kissed the soft skin gently before speaking.
                     ‘James Murphy, Ms Maguire, and it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you.’ The wicked grin and knowing look in his eyes made Kates loins ache again. Quickly she pulled her hand away as if from a flame.
                     ‘Do I take it from that reaction that this is to be our first and only meeting?’
                     ‘Stop playing with me.’ She tried to be serious but his hand moved slowly in front of her and he started playing with her nipples again as her body betrayed her.
                     ‘What do you think?’
                     ‘I think that in your head you’re starting to regret our little afternoon sex session because you’re starting to think about it but your body is hot for me and would like nothing more than to have me buried deep inside you again.’
                     ‘Cocky bastard.’ She let his lips find hers as he devoured her.