Divorced, Free, and Single Page 6

  “Josh, I was joking,” Jane said, raising an eyebrow back at him.

  “Oh, English humour, right,” he said, giving a chuckle.

  “Yeah,” she said, and she continued with her sketch.

  “Are you watching this?” he asked a few minutes later. She looked up from her pad and glanced at TV.

  “No, here,” she said, and she picked the remote up and threw it at him.

  “Thanks,” he said, as he caught it in one hand. He flicked through the channels and stuck on a movie. Jane was not paying much attention to it as she was concentrating on her drawing.

  “I am going for a shower,” he announced. “Do you want the remote?” he asked. She shook her head.

  “No, it’s okay, I’m not watching it, just stick the music channel on please.”

  Jane smelt his aftershave before he entered the room. She glanced up and looked at him, and he was wearing his boxers, she swallowed. Josh had a seriously good body, well-toned abs, a tight sexy stomach. She looked back at her sketch.

  “Refill?” he asked. She looked up and he was standing right in front of her.

  “What, erm, yes thanks,” she stuttered, as she came face to face with his tightly chiselled stomach. She gave him her glass, and bit on her lower lips as the heat rose to her cheeks at the thoughts that were going through her mind. He refilled her glass and put the bottle onto the oak coffee table.

  “Fancy a horror?” he asked, as he sat back down in the armchair.

  “I don’t really like horror,” she replied. “But you go ahead, I’ll just sketch.”

  “Okay,” he replied, and he flicked through the channels and stuck one on.

  Jane became engrossed in the film, and she lowered her pad. A few times, she grimaced and pulled her sketchbook to her face. She dropped it to the floor, and grabbed a cushion instead.

  “Shit, Josh, how can, you watch this stuff?” she asked.

  He laughed at her curled up on the sofa and cowering behind a cushion.

  “It’s even better with the lights out,” he enticed, lifting an eyebrow at her. By now, she was half way through her second bottle of wine and a little tipsy. She reached up and switched off the lamp, still clutching at her cushion. Josh waited for an opportune moment and he threw a cushion at her. She screamed so loud that he almost wet himself laughing at her.

  “Josh that was not funny,” she cursed, throwing it back at him.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he said, still laughing at her.

  “I don’t know if I can watch anymore now,” she said, as she tried to calm herself.

  “Do you want me to sit with you?” he asked.

  “Okay, but don’t scare me, please” she begged.

  “I promise,” he replied, and he sat on the sofa next to her. Now instead of the cushion, she buried her face into Josh and he covered her eyes at the parts that were particularly gross.

  Josh inhaled her as she leant on him, and she smelled delicious, best friend’s mother or not, he was tempted to make a move on her. At one particular scene, she screamed, grabbed hold of him, and threw herself into his chest. Her breasts pushed against him, and he shifted position as his cock twitched with arousal.

  “I can’t watch,” she screamed, and he drew his arms around her. His heart beat quickly against her, and his chest heaved in a heavy breath. She glanced up at him, and he looked down at her, moved his head lower, he kissed her, and she kissed him back. His hand raked through her hair, while the other slipped up inside her t-shirt. Her thigh pushed against his hard on, as his hand caressed her breast. An ache between her legs built up and she moaned against his mouth. Josh moved his kisses around her throat, and Jane leaned her head back, her breasts swelling at his touch. His mouth returned to hers, and his hand slipped inside her trackie bottoms, his fingers penetrating her and temporarily relieving her ache.

  “Josh, we shouldn’t do this,” she moaned, against his mouth.

  “I know,” he replied. She was wet to his touch, and his cock was throbbing in anticipation. His fingers played with her, and she groaned against him as her body climaxed. She moved up him further, and lifted her t-shirt, his mouth found her nipple and he sucked on her. She was throbbing below, her heart pounding as she writhed against his fingers.

  “Come for me, Jane,” he whispered, as he licked and sucked at her breast.

  “Josh, we should stop,” she moaned, and she pushed herself against his fingers as she came and her body shuddered against him.

  “Mum, are you still up?” Michael called, hearing the TV on as he walked through the front door. Jane had never sobered up or moved so fast in her entire life. She pushed Josh away from her and switch on the lamp.

  “Yeah, in here, we are watching a movie,” she called, as she pulled her t-shirt back down. Josh dived onto the single armchair and stuck his feet onto the coffee table, covering his hard on with a cushion.

  “Hi, baby,” she said, as he walked in the door. Michael glanced at Josh and then at the TV.

  “Are you watching a horror?” he asked, surprised, knowing that she hated them.

  “Yeah, well Josh kind of got me into it,” she replied, and she lifted her cushion. “Spent most of it hiding behind this though,” she said, with a laugh.

  “Anyone, want a drink?” he asked.

  “Yeah, beer mate, cheers,” Josh, said.

  “No, thanks I think I have had enough of this film, I am off to bed before I get too scared to sleep.” Jane jumped up and threw the cushion onto the sofa.

  “Night, Josh,” she said, as she glanced at him.

  “Night, Jane,” he replied, and as his eyes met hers, he smiled, as it was a matter of time, before he had her.

  Chapter Six

  Saturday

  “Mum, I’m going,” Michael yelled Saturday morning. Jane opened her eyes and looked at her clock, it was 6.30am, she groaned. She slung back her duvet, jumped out of bed and walked out into the hall.

  “Okay, baby, I’ll see you Sunday, any idea what time?” she asked. He shrugged.

  “Depends how much of dad I can stand,” he replied. It broke her heart to see him at odds with his father. She had tried not to let how she felt about Sam affect the boys, but Michael was his own man and he had always been closer to her than, Sam.

  “Just try Mikey, he is your dad. Now sigh hi to Jack, and make sure you tell him I can’t wait to see him a couple of weeks, okay?”

  “Sure, Mum. I love you. You will be okay with Josh?” She smiled at his concern.

  “Yeah, go on, I love you too,” she said, giving him a kiss and a hug. “Drive safely and text me when you arrive.”

  “I will. See you Sunday, Josh,” he said, looking passed her. She turned and Josh stood behind her, he was wearing running shorts, and a t-shirt.

  “Yeah, see you Sunday, Mate, have a good time at your dad’s.” Michael grabbed his rucksack and opened the door.

  “Erm, excuse me, Jane,” Josh said, squeezing past her, his eyes lifting to hers. “Just going for a jog, is that okay?”

  “Of course, I said feel free to come and go as you like while you are here. That’s why I gave you Jack’s keys,” she said, and as she caught his eyes he smiled at her.

  “Thanks,” he said with a gentle nod. He put in his earphones and followed Michael out of the flat. She closed the door.

  Jane made herself a cup of coffee, and went back to bed. She was thinking about last night with Josh, and a rush of arousal swept through her body. It was strange because she did not fancy him, but there was something sexually alluring about him. As she drank her coffee, she flicked through one of the publishing magazines from work; it was in the starter pack she still had not read. Her eyes stopped on a photo of Alex. She smiled as she ran her finger across his face, now he was a different story, he was undeniably attractive, in every sense of the word. She was going to read the article, but as she glanced at the clock, she thought she had better get up before Josh got back and wanted the shower. She grabbed a
pair of jeans, knickers, bra, and t-shirt, and threw them on the bed ready. She went into the bathroom and switched on the shower.

  After she showered, she stuck her robe on, and headed into the kitchen to make another coffee. The doorbell rang, and she wondered who it was, as Josh, had a key.

  She opened the door to see Sam standing there, and for a moment, shock rendered her speechless, as she had managed to avoid seeing him for nearly a year.

  “Sam,” she mumbled, “what are you doing here, Michael has already left?”

  “Jane, wow you look great,” he said, as he looked her up and down.

  “Sam, what are you doing here?” she asked again. Panic swept through her. “Has something happened to Jack?”

  “No, he is fine, he’s at my place. I needed to speak to you about something, important. I didn’t want to text you and you won’t answer if I ring, because I have tried.” She bit on her lip, he was right, he had rung at least six times this week, and she had pushed the reject button. Jane was not sure if she wanted to let him into her new home. She had not realised that he even knew where she lived and she assumed Jack must have told him.

  “It won’t take long, Jane, please,” he asked. She took a deep breath and against her better judgement, she pushed open the door and let him inside.

  “Do you want a coffee?” she asked, walking into the kitchen.

  “Yeah, sure, thanks. This is a nice flat,” he remarked, following her into the flat.

  “Yes, I like it,” she replied, as she switched the kettle on. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence as she made their coffee. Sam looked her up and down; she was looking good, actually, he thought, more than good, she looked sexy.

  “Thank you,” he said, taking the mug from her.

  “So, what do you want?” she asked, and she swallowed at the way he was staring at her, as she recognised that glare in his eyes far too well.

  “I wanted to tell you face to face, not through the boys. So don’t have a go at them for not telling you,” he said, putting the mug down on the worktop. She shook her head at him.

  “What do you mean have a go at them, when have I ever had a go at my boys,” she growled.

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” he retorted. She huffed, and pushed her wet, hair behind her shoulders.

  “You’ve lost a lot of weight, and your hair is darker,” he remarked. She was naked underneath that silk dressing gown, as he could see the pertness of her nipples.

  “Yes, well, trauma can do that to you,” she replied sarcastically. “Now what do you want to tell me?”

  “I’m getting engaged next weekend,” he said, drawing the words out slowly and waiting for her reaction.

  “Really, what to bimbo bitch?” she asked, and she glanced away from him, as the intensity of his eyes sent a chill down her spine.

  “Jane, don’t be like that,” he said. Grabbing her face, he turned it so she had to face him. His eyes wandered all over her. “I needed more.”

  “Sam, go,” she said, and she pulled her face back from his grasp, knowing that it had been a mistake to let him in.

  “Jane, I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, and he took a step closer to her. Jane trembled at his closeness, and she leaned away from him.

  “Sam, I want you to leave!” she demanded, pointing towards the kitchen door.

  “No you don’t,” he said, chillingly. He grabbed her shoulders hard, and pulling her to him, he kissed her. As he held her with one hand, his other slipped inside her robe and grabbed at her breast. A wave of anger surge through her, she thumped him and heaved him off her.

  “What the do you think you are doing?” she screamed. “Get off me!”

  “Jane, please I’m sorry, I still love you, you – you look so amazing.”

  “Get out, Sam. I am not your subordinate now. I have experienced what it is like for a man to love me, to have him put me first instead of himself. What you used to do to me was wrong, I was naïve, and stupid and you took advantage of that, keeping at home all those years, like your fucking sex slave.”

  He glared at her, and for a second fear struck her heart, but this was her home, her life.

  “What’s that look for, what did you expect that I would become a nun for the rest of my life? Go marry your bitch, Sam, as I could not give a rat’s arse what you do with your life. I hope she submits to your needs, because I sure the hell will not anymore. You did me the biggest favour when you left, now I have a chance to live how I want and with whom I want.” He grabbed her robe in a fisted grasp and shoved her against the kitchen cupboards, holding her firm he pushed himself against her.

  “Jane do not fucking speak to me like that,” he growled. Jane’s stomach retched, and even though her entire body shook, she held her ground.

  “I will speak to you how I want, you are in my home. You don’t own me anymore, Sam, we are divorced remember!” she yelled. Although she tried to hold it in, she could not and tears coursed down her cheeks. Her mind flashing back to what he used to do to her, and at what thoughts were racing through his mind at this moment.

  “Really,” he crowed, “We may be divorced, you may have changed your name, but you are and always will be mine, Jane,” he whispered menacingly. His hand grabbed at her breast again.

  “Hey, get your fucking hands of her,” a deep aussie voice yelled.

  They both glanced to the kitchen door, and Josh stood there staring at them. She cringed at the thought of him hearing what she had said. Sam glared at him and back to her.

  “Who this, your toy boy?” he growled, his hand now drawing into a fist.

  “No, this is Michael’s best friend, who happens to be staying here for the holidays with him,” she cried.

  He released her, and took a step back.

  “The lady asked you to leave,” Josh said, squaring his body against Sam.

  Sam hesitated and looked at him, but Josh was much bigger than he was. Sam glared at her, and pushed past Josh into the hallway. She heard the front door slam and she sighed.

  “Thank you, Josh, I’m sorry you had to witness that,” she said, leaning back against the worktop.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, walking up to her. She smiled, and blinked her tears at what might have happened had he not arrived when he did. As he drew her into his arms, she was trembling, so he held her for a while.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, and she wiped her tears with her dressing gown sleeve.

  “Hey, no worries,” he replied. “I’m glad I was here to help.”

  “Me too,” she said, and she glanced up and looked him in the eyes. “Please don’t say anything to Michael, I don’t want him doing anything stupid,” she begged.

  “If it’s what you want, but don’t you think he should know what his father does to you?” She gave a sigh, as she hated talking about it.

  “He has an idea, that’s why he doesn’t talk to Sam. He has gone so he can see Jack. Please, I am sure Sam won’t bother me again,” she begged.

  “Okay, if you are sure,” he replied, giving her a smile.

  “Do you want a coffee?” she asked.

  “Sure, I’ll go for a quick shower first,” he replied, releasing her from his arms. She smiled at him, grateful that he had arrived when he did. As she knew what Sam’s intentions had been and the very thought sent fear and revulsion through her entire body.

  Five minutes later, he appeared at the kitchen door, with a white bath towel wrapped around his middle. Her eyes lifted to his chiselled stomach, and they lingered on his six-pack, and moved to the muscles in his arms and finally back to his young, handsome face.

  “So, it was a good run?” she asked, trying to avoid his eyes. Although it was too late, as her nipples had hardened and were poking out of her silk dressing gown like two mountains. He walked towards her.

  “So you must have been like, twelve when you had Jack and Michael,” he said, with a smile. Her chest heaved as the aroma of his aftershave filled her senses.

/>   “No, seventeen,” she replied, moving away from him until her back found the work top and she had to stop. Josh licked his lips, he had come so close with her last night, and she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  Jane swallowed, she could not do this, he was her son’s friend; but she wanted him, it was as if some sex-starved woman had taken possession of plain, old Jane. He moved closer and now stood inches from her.

  “I hope you don’t mind my saying, but you are a sexy woman.” His breath touched her face.

  “No, I – I’m flattered,” she stuttered, as his hand lifted to the belt of her dressing gown. He pulled it undone, and she did not try to stop him, as she did not want him too. As her gown opened, his hand lifted to the edge and he slowly pulled it open, revealing her breasts. She stared at him, and looked down at the towel around his waist, and his erection stuck out a mile. One hand cupped her breast, as the other slipped down between her thighs. She gasped.

  “Josh, what are you doing,” she whispered her breath heavy.

  “Do you want me stop?” he asked. As she stared into his deep, blue eyes, she shook her head. Jane gave a little whimper as his fingers slipped inside her pussy and he began to thrust them in and out. Her clit throbbed in excitement, her nipples hard and aching. His mouth moved to hers, and pushing himself against her, he kissed her hard, and passionately. She groaned again, her hands grasping at his back as she pulled him too her. He broke from the kiss, and his mouth moved to her throat, and down to her swollen breasts, licking, and sucking at her nipples. His hands grasping her shoulders, he tore off her dressing gown, and threw it to the ground, and she stood naked before him.

  “You are a beautiful woman,” he purred. His kisses moved down to her stomach, and he knelt on the kitchen floor and forcing her legs open, his tongue delved in and out of her wet folds. She grabbed at his blonde, mop of hair and held him, as she glided her pussy back and forth over his mouth, his tongue swirling and licking her.

  “Josh,” she moaned as climbed, it was so wrong, and for that reason, it turned her on. As he stood up, she whipped his towel away and his cock sprang up, long and hard. As he grabbed her, his eyes were wild, passionate, and he pulled her over to the table. Josh lifted her onto it, and his mouth, devoured hers, his tongue searching, licking, and probing her. She screamed as he pushed her onto her back, and his mouth engulfed her nipple. His hand squeezed at her breast, and ran down her stomach, until he delved back inside her again. She arched her hips against his fingers, and knocked the fruit bowl over, sending it crashing to the ground, but she did not care.