CHAPTER FIVE
Anna left the bathroom wearing a light robe, a dash of perfume and a smile. Kevin was sitting up in bed, the pillows plumped behind him, with only a sheet for cover, which did nothing to hide his erection. Seeing it, knowing it was for her, made her heart feel lighter. Two glasses of cabernet sat on the side table, and he handed her one.
She took it and sat down on the edge of the bed, bending to give him a kiss. It felt as natural as if she’d known him for years, not only hours. “Did you miss me?” she asked with a soft chuckle.
“I did. Can’t you tell?” He shifted over and she shimmied into the bed beside him.
“I couldn’t miss it.” She put a hand on his chest. It was thick with soft, gray curls, and still firm for a man his age.
“I like you, Anna.” He kissed her, a soft kiss that promised things to come.
“I like you too.” She nestled her head into his neck, happy to be there, wondering how long he could stay.
They were not in a rush. They drank their wine and kissed a lot, and it was some time before his hand slipped into her robe to fondle her breast. He put her wine glass down, then took his time caressing her breasts, licking the nipples to hardened peaks. She melted at his touch.
He kissed her tummy and her insides jumped. “You’re beautiful,” he told her.
“No. You are,” she said it and meant it. His frame was perfect. Lean, with wide shoulders, narrow at the hip. A man of sixty something with a near flat belly, and a hard on for her. She stroked him and loved the way his dick jumped under her fingers.
He made a gravelly noise in his throat and she knew he was totally turned on, and fighting it. But she didn’t want to fight it any longer. “Oh, Kevin.” She put a hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes, trying to convey what she felt—that she wanted him inside her, filling her as much as he wanted to be there.
“I’m ready when you are,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder.
He pushed her down on the pillow, got rid of the sheet and straddled her, looking directly into her eyes. “You’re the first woman I’ve had since my wife past.”
“I’m glad, Kevin. You make me feel young again.” She put her hand up to pull his mouth down to hers. “Kiss me while we make love.”
His mouth was sweet with wine, and his kisses were hungry, his tongue mating with hers, stroking her, driving deep inside her throat as he pushed into her body. She wrapped her legs around his and held on as their bodies found a rhythm, giving and taking, reaching higher and higher, deeper and deeper as the friction between them grew. The climax unraveled inside her, and she could not hold on a second longer. Digging her fingers into his fine ass, she arched and said one word. “Now.”
Kevin shuddered and let go, filling her, prolonging the orgasm that she hadn’t known for so many years. And hadn’t expected to know again. They cuddled after that, still kissing and touching each other, exploring each other’s sensitive spots, getting to know one another. They laughed and talked and finished their glass of wine, before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Anna woke up early with Kevin still sleeping soundly beside her. Her eyes dropped to his naked chest, his mouth, his beautiful sleeping face and she felt her heart stir. It had been an amazing night, but she couldn’t let their secret be discovered, or he might not come back to play.
She kissed him and when that didn’t produce anything, she shook his shoulder. “Kevin,” she whispered softly. “Wake up. You need to leave.”
His hand reached around her back and pulled her close. “What, honey?”
“I said it’s morning and you better go before the sun comes up.”
“Not yet. I was dreaming about you and I want you again.”
She laughed. “Not now. Later. Tonight. Maybe this afternoon. But right now you should leave before anyone else is awake. Colt usually takes the men out fishing early, and it’s already after five.”
His eyes opened and he looked at the alarm clock next to the bed. “Damn. It is. Where did the night go? Last thing I remember was being inside you. God, it felt good.”
“You were pretty darn amazing,” she told him, stroking his cheek. “I can’t wait to do it again. Is that naughty of me?”
“If it is, it’s naughty for both of us. But hell. There’s a wedding going on. Romance is in the air. I’m feeling it. Aren’t you?”
“You better believe I am.” Her lips curved in a smile. “I’m so glad you’re the father of the bride.”
“I’m really glad I am too.” He grinned and sat up. “But let’s not let the bride know what we’re doing. I don’t want to put a damper on her wedding.”
“Exactly my thinking.” She certainly didn’t want his daughter knowing what she was doing with her dad. Nadine had been cool enough last night. Not that she blamed her, after all she’d just lost her mother. And how sad was that? Not having her mother at her wedding. Poor, poor girl.
Anna slipped out of bed and put her robe on. “Want coffee?”
“No. I better head off. Thanks for waking me.” He climbed out of bed and put on his clothes, his back to her. “Maybe the wedding party will be out on the boat all day and we can have the cabin to ourselves. I feel like a horny teenager who can’t get enough of a good thing.”
“Me too.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him lightly. “Go. Spend time with your daughter. I’ve got things to keep me busy. We can always meet here again tomorrow night. Everyone will be having dinner at Lazy Days. We could stay home, although the food is wonderful there.”
“The food is wonderful here. Right here. Between your thighs.”
“Get out of here, and don’t be talking no dirty talk.” She laughed and pushed him out the door. “Later, baby.”
Once he’d left, she showered, dressed in a comfortable skirt and tee, then made a quick breakfast for herself—a toasted English muffin with a side dish of berries. She had a second cup of coffee and leaned against the counter to enjoy it. She felt like a contented cat and couldn’t keep the smile of her face. She ached in all the right places and it had been a long drought since she’d felt this good. She enjoyed men. She loved love, and life, and having a good time, which included good sex. Nothing wrong with that and she wouldn’t apologize for it either. But she needed to be discreet and not embarrass her kids, or his.
It was only seven but she decided to go to the Café and see if Taylor could use a hand. Her middle daughter had a lot going on with all the extra catering for the wedding, and by today all the cabins would be full. It was a small wedding, only fifty people, so their cottages could accommodate the families and the outside guests were staying down the road at the Islander, a larger and more upscale place than their own.
There was a spring in her step as she walked a hundred yards or so down the shell and gravel road to Taylor’s. The back patio of the Café, which served as an overflow for the indoor seating, offered free Internet for travelers and daily breakfast specials. When the area had opened it was built with an attractive thatched roof, which blew off in the first hurricane. Now it had a solid metal roof which could withstand winds of hurricane strength and louvered shutters, now open to give it a breezy outdoor feel, although it could be closed in less than a minute.
During the short walk from her home and office to the Café, palms and pines trees offered a little shade—although at this time in the morning it wasn’t necessary. Still it was May and as always in the Keys it was hot.
Anna entered from the back door which led directly into the kitchen. The aroma of something delicious in the oven made her wrinkle her nose in appreciation, and thankful she’d had her muffin and berries so she wouldn’t be tempted. At her age and short stature it was all she could do to keep her figure trim. She’d put on ten pounds in the three years she’d been here, but the extra padding filled out her slender shape.
“Morning, Taylor.” Her daughter had her back to her, putting the finishing touches on something, but turned with a smile. Like all Anna’s girls, she was tall and slender, and today she had her long, thick hair in a high swinging pony-tail. She wore a pair of denim shorts and a pink Paradise Cove tee, with a tiny stain in the middle that looked like chocolate.
She used her arm to brush a light dusting of flour from her forehead. “Morning, Mom.”
“I came by to see if you need any help.” She glanced at the counter top to see what delicious dishes her daughter was preparing today.
“Oh, you know me. I can always use an extra pair of hands, but Kayla will be showing up in another hour or two. Why don’t you pour us both a cup of coffee?” She glanced at the timer. “I’m just about ready to take out the fruit croissants. I loaded them up this morning with blueberries, raspberries and a crème fraiche.”
“You are evil,” she told her daughter. “How can you bake such delectable treats and not eat them yourself?”
“But I do. Guess I’m just working so hard these days that I don’t have to watch what I eat. And I like to be creative. I’ve got low fat, low calorie items on display too.”
“I don’t want any more coffee, but I’ll pour you one, and grab a bottled water.” She handed Taylor a cup of fresh Mocha Java, adding a little cream the way she liked. Then she took a chilled bottle of water from the industrial-size fridge and hitched her butt on a stool next to the counter. “How’s Jamie? When does he get out of school?”
“June 6th. He can’t wait.”
“What will he do all day?”
“He’s in a lot of sport camps, and will spend a few weeks in Chicago with his mom. Then likely he’ll hang around his dad—you know he loves fishing and boating so much.”
“He’s a good kid.” Anna sipped from her water, and ran her finger down the condensation, not looking at Taylor when she spoke. “So when are you going to get busy?”
“Busy doing what?” Taylor took the tray of croissants out of the oven and put them on the counter to cool.
“To have a family of your own.” Anna put the cap back on her water. “You’re a natural born mother.”
“Well, why don’t I just pop one out now between the croissants and the crab quiches? No time to lose, right?” Taylor put her hands on her slim hips and shook her head. “Really, Mom? You don’t think I’ve got enough on my plate? We only got married a little more than a year ago.”
“I know, sweetie. But you’re not getting any younger, and I want lots of grandbabies to love.”
“Adopt some. Kayla is happy, and so am I. And good luck with Brittany. That’s not likely to happen—at least not for ages.”
“No, you’re right. She’s enjoying the theater and being the leading lady. And Chase is the dearest man. Nothing he won’t do for her.”
“Are you saying that Colt doesn’t do the same for me?”
“No, I’m not implying that, or anything. It’s just that you two are working so hard and doing your best to make ends meet. I wish things could be easier for both of you.”
“Like having more children right now?”
“Well, it doesn’t have to be this minute.”
Taylor rolled her eyes. “That’s good because I’m a little busy with a wedding going on. And Mom?”
“What, hon?”
“I am happy. Very happy. This Café is my dream, and Colt has his charter business. We are doing what we want to do, what we love, and we have each other. What more is there?” She smiled and grabbed a plate, adding two of the warm croissants. “Let’s sample these and take a short break.”
“I’ll have half a one.” Anna cut it into two, and took a bite. The sweet cream and berries exploded in her mouth, nearly as good as the orgasm she had late last night. “Why, this is delicious! You are an incredible cook. And I’m proud of you, my darling.”
“Thanks Mom.” Taylor bit into her own then dotted the cream off her lip. “Wow, this is really good. I better make more. I’m sure it’ll sell out fast.”
“Mind if I take a couple down to the bride and groom? And maybe one for her father too?” She liked Nadine, but was not so sure about her future husband. He would certainly not be the man she’d pick for her daughters. But it was none of her business, and for once she needed to keep her mouth shut and her thoughts to herself.
“Not at all. I’ll bag them for you.” She slid the warm croissants onto a small plate and into plastic bags. “How did your night go? I heard you were out walking with Mr. Thomas after the happy hour was done.” Her hazel eyes twinkled. “You’re not romancing him, I hope?”
“Moi?” Anna sputtered. “Certainly not. I’m much too old for that. And he’s still a young man. Virile,” she said, flushing at the memory.
“Oh, no.” Taylor’s eyes widened, and she took a step back. “Oh, no! Tell me it isn’t true?”
“Is what true?”
“You’re doing the bride’s father. Please say my mind is in the garbage, and I should wash my mouth out with soap.” She put her hands on her hips, shaking her head at her mother.
“Why would I say that?” Anna slide off her stool, ready to defend her honor.
“Well, at least deny it.”
“Taylor! Tell me this. Would a dashing man like him have eyes for me?” Anna lifted her chin to look at her tall, young daughter, and seeing the look of shock on her face, the color in her cheeks, well, it was too damn funny. She began to laugh.
“It’s not funny.” Taylor picked up her croissant and tossed it in the bin. “Come on, Mom. The bride is getting married. It’s her day. Don’t spoil it.”
“I have no intention of spoiling it.” Anna felt a twinge of guilt but swallowed it. She wasn’t going to stay away from Kevin. She’d just be careful, that’s all.
“Mom.” Taylor wet her lips and lowered her voice. “If she found out her dad was climbing in bed with you, well, it would be upsetting. Very upsetting. If I was the bride, I’d be mad.”
“Oh, don’t worry your pretty head over it. We just had a moment. A moment. It’s nothing.”
“Well, there isn’t going to be another moment is there? I mean when you deliver this croissant to him? You’ll just hand it over and leave, right?”
“I fully intend to,” she said with a happy smile. “Unless he invites me in, and then that would just be plain rude to say no.”
“Mom? Please behave yourself for once?” She grabbed Anna’s hand, looking into her eyes with an overdose of concern. “Please?”
“I’ll never do anything to shame any of you. You girls are my life.”
“Well remember that…and don’t sleep with him.”
Anna picked up the two bags, and walked to the back door. “Too late,” she said with a saucy wink, and let herself out. She heard a pan hit the wall and chuckled. “That girl will get a hernia if she doesn’t loosen up. Good thing her mother knows how to relax.”