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I pump in and out of her a few times and then pull my finger out to have it work her clit. I want her to come hard and fast…our little sneaky secret.

There’s movement from the backyard and I see Theresa hold her hand out to Ben as he jumps down from the monkey bars. They start heading toward the back deck staircase.

“Uh-oh,” I taunt Kate as I rub at her furiously with one hand and squeeze her breast with the other. “Better hurry up, baby. We’re about to have company.”

“Oh, shit,” she moans as her hips buck against me. “We’d better stop.”

“No way,” I tell her. I rub my cheek against her neck, my fingers going to town between her legs. “You’re almost there…just give in to it.”

Kate inhales deeply and holds her breath, and I know she’s really super-close when she does that. I pinch her nipple through her T-shirt and bra and press down hard on her clit.

She fractures beautifully, right there in my arms, moaning softly as her hips continue to undulate against my hand.

I hear the back door open and Ben’s voice: “This house is so cool. I love it.”

Theresa laughs and says something softly back, but I can’t understand it because I’m mesmerized by what I just did to Kate.

Reluctantly, I pull my hand out from her pants and she hastily fastens them again. Then she turns toward me, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes glazed, and I can’t help myself. I lean in and give her a quick kiss. “You are stunning.”

She gives a huffy snort. “You are bad.”

“You like it,” I retort with a grin.

“I do,” she says with a laugh as she turns away and heads out of the bedroom. “I really do.”





Chapter 22


Kate


Zack does not screw around.

He made an offer on the house the same day that we looked at it. He made such a good offer, the sellers took it. They also were more than happy to have Zack move in immediately in exchange for rent. The closing wouldn’t take place for another month, but Zack was anxious to get that fresh start.

I’m thinking that he might be a little too anxious. He wants the move to happen next Wednesday. This is because the last game of the regular season was last night, and the Cold Fury has six days off until the first playoff game.

To facilitate matters, Zack hired a moving company to assist in the packing. They were in charge of packing all the breakables, which included pretty much everything in the kitchen as well as all the pictures and knickknacks throughout the house. That put me in charge of packing up everything else.

This I did not mind. If it took the burden off Zack to let him concentrate on hockey, then I was more than happy to pitch in. I also didn’t mind, because I could see how excited he was to make this move. He had no intention of leaving Gina behind, but he also very much wanted to push forward.

Zack had a few people who he needed to tell about the move. He first called Gina’s parents and explained to them what he was doing. He talks to them a few times a week when they call to talk to Ben. They have a pretty good relationship with one another, as far as I can tell. I clearly wasn’t privy to the conversation, but Zack told me that it went well.

Phone calls were also made to his own parents, who thought that selling the house was a good idea. Delaney was also on board, and she even promised to fly in next weekend to help get everything unpacked.

Pretty much everything is done and ready for the move to happen tomorrow. The only thing left to do is pack up Ben’s toys, but I wanted to put that off until the last minute so that he would have access to them. But now Ben is over at Michelle’s, playing with Beau. She showed up on the front doorstep a few days ago politely ringing the doorbell and asking to talk to Zack. He came to the front door and I stealthily listened from the living room.

She apologized.

She told him she was wrong.

Zack graciously accepted her apology and everything seemed to be okay now.

The only wrinkle in the grand plan to get everything packed up was Zack’s bedroom. I’ve been in there before, because I keep the house clean. It’s nice. It totally reflects Gina’s taste, in my opinion. Pastel green walls, a lacy comforter on the bed, and large framed photos of flowers on the wall. Zack asked me to pack up his room for him, and that was no surprise there. When we were walking through just before he was going to be leaving for an away game, he stared at the closet in consternation.

“I don’t know what to do with Gina’s clothes,” he said quietly. I knew they were in there. Had seen them plenty of times when I was putting away Zack’s laundry. I imagine that it has to be super-tough to get rid of something so personal, and I figure he’ll do it when he’s good and ready.