More Nights With Kate (Jack Ryker) (13 page)

Tommy simply turned back giving me another smirk and went
about his business.  “Sit back and relax you two.  We will be on the
island in about 15 minutes,” he assured us before revving up the engines for
liftoff.

Kate looked simply radiant as she adjusted her cover up and
gave me a smile. “I know you like it,” she added with a glimmer in her eyes.

“I love it… but it’s still not a cover up.”

“You’re funny, Jack… next time I’ll wear a robe.”

“That’ll work.” 

Kate was always very comfortable with her body.  I’m
convinced that she would’ve worn nothing but a thong bottom if it didn’t bother
me
.  It’s a different generation.  They are much more European
than I will ever be.  She sure smells good…

“Did you hear that Alec Baldwin is marrying a woman who’s
almost 27 years younger than him?” Kate asked changing the subject.

“27 years… wow that’s a big spread,” I replied, which got me
an elbow to the side.

“You’re not nice…” she scoffed.

“I’m just teasing… Alec Baldwin is far from the only
one.  Eric Clapton was 53 when he met his current wife and she was only
22.  They have been married for ten years and have two or three kids
together.  Warren Beatty is 21 years older than Annette Bening, and they
have been together for almost 20 years.  Celine Dion is 26 years younger
than her husband is, and they have a fantastic marriage.  In fact, they
just had twins.  Then there’s Tony Randall.  He was married for 50
years to his first wife, got remarried when he was 75 to a woman 50 years
younger and had two kids with her.”

“Tony who?”

“He was a famous actor who was in… never mind.  My
point is that we are far from the first couple to have a significant age
difference.”

“Hey, you don’t have to convince me.  I’ve been onboard
the whole time.  The only one you needed to convince was you,” she
replied, patting me on the leg.

Touché.

~~~

Kate

Jack wasn’t kidding when he said that we were going
somewhere less crowded.  After flying across a rather large marina, we
headed across a beautiful stretch of turquoise water, before coming to a
completely deserted island. 
This is a little paradise, like something
out of a movie.
  In one corner of the beach, there was a clearing just
large enough for Tommy to set down the chopper. 

“I’ll be back to pick you up in 3 ½ hours,” he said, as he
helped us off-load our supplies.

“That will be perfect,” Jack replied, as we began walking
toward the beach.

“This is the most amazing place I’ve seen yet,” I remarked,
as we walked out onto the sugar sand beach. 
The combination of soft,
white sand against the backdrop of turquoise and blue water is my absolute
favorite.

“Yeah, this place is perfect,” Jack agreed, as he handed me
the picnic basket and picked a nice flat spot to spread out the blanket.

Peaking inside, I saw that Chef Jameson had sent us a nice bottle
of chilled Chardonnay, along with an assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruit
. 
On a sunny 80-degree day, nothing tastes better than a nice cool glass of
Chardonnay.

“Anything you like in there?” Jack asked, as he set up the
umbrella.

“Everything looks great,” I replied, as I began to unpack
it.  “It looks like he even sent along some sliced roast beef for you.”

“That’s not just roast beef… That’s some of the Wagyu that I
brought back from the city.  A beautiful day just got a little brighter,”
he said without a hint of sarcasm. 
He’s totally serious when it comes
to beef.

Jack

Chef Jameson had gone the extra mile to make my day.  I
had told him about a New York City restaurant that prepared Wagyu beef by thinly
slicing it and grilling it just momentarily with Kishibori Shoyu and white
pepper.

“This is my absolute favorite…” I told Kate, as all other
thoughts immediately fled from my mind.  “Mmmm, the way it melts on your
tongue is almost indescribable.”

“You will never give up beef will you?” Kate asked, not
understanding just how delicious it was.

“I will never give up this beef, I can guarantee you
that.  Cheers,” I said, holding up my wine glass.  “Here’s to the
woman of my dreams, an absolutely gorgeous day on a beautiful island, and the
best beef in the world.”

“The best beef in the world… now that’s something to drink
to,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.  “I’ll toast to the man of my
dreams.  As long as you’re with me, I don’t really care where we are or
what’s in our picnic basket,” she added.

“You’re so sweet.  Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” I
replied, softly kissing her full lips.  “I’ve been looking forward to
being alone with you all morning.”

“Me, too. Especially after your guest appearance during my
massage,” she said, her lips curling into a sultry smile.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Those big, hot hands,” she replied pushing me back onto the
blanket. 
I guess lunch will have to wait.

My heart rate immediately reacted as her soft lips began to
caress mine.  “Is everything alright?” Kate asked sensing a change in my
focus.

“Everything is great. I was just thinking that I would
rather be on top,” I told her as I rolled her off me and onto her back. 
“You should know by now that I like to be in control.”

“You and I have that in common… That’s what will make this
so interesting,” she concurred.

“I’m all for healthy give and take.”  I took her head
in my hands and began kissing her more passionately. 
We have all the
time in the world and nothing to distract us.  
I continued to
focus on her lips, sucking on her top lip, and teasing her with my
tongue.  Kate moaned as she began to kiss me back with a renewed spark of
lust that had been missing recently. 
It’s good to see that the fire is
still alive. 
For the next few minutes, we were both completely
captivated with one another.  There was no frenzied rush to get naked, no
feelings that I had anything to prove, and a complete lack of outside
pressure.  No one was walking by in the hallway, knocking at the door, or
delivering lattes.  It was just the two of us, and it felt like pure
heaven.

Kate

As long as I’m in Jack’s arms, the world is
perfect.  I think we should stay on this deserted island for a
month.  They can deliver food and tell our families that we are on an
extended vacation.  It’s been a long time since I had a make-out
session... I love it!

After several minutes of kissing, Jack reached back and
grabbed our glasses of wine.  “All of this kissing is making me thirsty,”
he said with a wink.  As I leaned forward to take a sip, he reached behind
me and pulled the string of my bikini top.

“So there was an ulterior motive…”

“No, that wasn’t part of the plan.  I just saw an
opportunity and took advantage of it,” he said with a boyish grin.

“I’ll give you something to advantage of…”

“I love the way you think,” he replied, as he lowered me
back onto the blanket and threw my top to the side.  Taking another sip of
wine, he began to tease my nipples with his chardonnay-chilled tongue.

“Mmmm, I like that,” I assured him, as they hardened against
his touch.

 He poured a splash of wine in my belly button and
dipped his tongue in it.   He slowly slid his tongue up the crease of
my abdomen before retracing the path with subtle kisses.  Once again, he
dipped his tongue and began to make little circles, alternating between tongue
strokes and kisses.

“You are making me so hot…”

“I’m glad,” he murmured while continuing his tender tongue
strokes.

A gasp of anticipation escaped my lips as he enveloped my ass
with his hands and lifted me slightly off the blanket.  
Take me
now, Jack,
was my only thought.  The sexual tension that had begun
hours before was more than I could take.  I felt his hot tongue against my
bikini bottom and reached down to help him remove it.  He repositioned
slightly hooking my thong with his thumbs and continued the subtle tease. 
 I guess I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.

I reached down slipping a hand under my waistband.  As
my fingers entered my folds, they were met by an explosion of excited
juices.  Jack had gotten me all revved up earlier with no resolution and
now he insisted upon doing it again. 
What’s he trying to do to me?
 
I began to stroke my swollen clit while Jack continued to tease my inner thighs
and my bikini covered slit with his lips and tongue. 
My god, this
isn’t going to take long. 
The combination of the two was quickly
sending me to the edge of relief.

Jack

As Kate’s hips wriggled beneath me, I couldn’t help smiling
to myself. 
I love driving her right to the edge of ecstasy. 
As
Kate began to moan more loudly, however, I also began to hear a strange muffled
sound.  At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but it continued
to grow in intensity.  Suddenly Kate heard it as well and froze in
mid-stroke. 

“What’s that?” she asked with a startled look.

“It sounds like Tommy’s back already,” I said, trying to
track down the source of the sound.  The sound was slightly different this
time, but we both immediately knew that it was a helicopter.

“Son of a bitch,” Kate exclaimed as she scrambled to find
her top. 

I turned and spotted an all black helicopter hovering just
100 meters or so behind us. 
What the hell… 
I scrambled to my
feet and ran towards it.  My intent was to see if there were any
distinguishing markings, but it immediately ascended and took off over the
trees.  A multitude of questions flashed through my mind in an
instant. 
Who the hell was that?  Why would they be spying on
us?  How would anyone even know that we were here?

“Who was it?” Kate asked breathlessly as she caught up with
me.

“It looked like a normal helicopter with a camera or
something mounted on the side of it,” I said, still trying to piece it all
together.  “I was hoping to see if there were any markings, but the damn
thing took off too quickly.”

“A helicopter with a camera; and once again, I’m the only
one naked,” Kate blurted out in a moment of déjà vu.

“The way you run around in that little thong, I don’t think
that nudity bothers you too much. Does it?” I countered.

“Really, Jack?  You think that I like people publishing
pictures of my little boobs.  That just makes me feel violated!” she
retorted, taken aback by my off the cuff comment.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.  I’m just
upset too
.”  I forgot that she’s sensitive about her breasts.  In
my mind, her body is perfect.  What’s the obsession with big boobs anyway?

“Do you think that this was random, or is someone actually
spying on us?  It could’ve been a camera crew of some kind,” she reasoned.

“That’s what I intend to find out.  I don’t think a
camera crew would take off over the trees when I ran toward them. 
However, no one knows that we are here, except for Tommy and a couple of
crewmembers.  We might need to have a little ‘
come to Jesus’
meeting when we get back to the ship.”

I grabbed my satellite phone and called Tommy to come back
and pick us up.  He seemed completely shocked when I told him what
happened.  “It doesn’t get much more desolate than that place,” he said in
disbelief.  “Who are you and what have you done?”

“I have come to the conclusion that I’m pissing off the
wrong people,” I confided.  “I can’t imagine who would track me to the
ends of the earth, though.  We want to get out of here asap.”

“I don’t blame you, sir.  I’ll be on my way within a
few minutes,” he assured.

Kate

Paparazzi lurking outside of our hotel in New York City
was somewhat understandable, but a helicopter on a totally deserted island...
That’s insane.  I can’t imagine Captain Alexander or Tommy having anything
to do with this.  They seem like awesome people, but I guess we don’t
really know them that well.

“How about another glass of Chardonnay and some roast beef
while we wait,” I suggested, hoping to take the edge off the moment.  It
had been such a fantastic day prior to the interruption.

“Why not,” Jack replied, “We obviously can’t do much else,
even though we’re supposedly on a deserted island.”

“So what are you thinking?  Why would someone be spying
on us?”

“I’ve been trying to figure that out ever since we were in
Allentown.  I thought that it was the Ricci brothers, but they pled
ignorance when Anthony confronted them.  Maybe they were telling the
truth,” he said, thinking out loud.

“It’s obviously has to be someone pretty rich.”

“Yeah, after seeing that helicopter today, I can narrow down
the field.  Over the years, I’ve had a few run-ins with the largest off
shore manufacturer,” he explained while mindlessly devouring the entire plate
of beef and smoked mozzarella.

“And you think that he’s upset about Allentown?  It’s
just a little factory, and my line isn’t even launched yet.”

“That’s not the point.  He knows that if I get the
numbers to work with your line, I’ll be able to do it for others,” Jack
speculated, trying to make sense of all of it.  “They don’t want to see
anyone trying to reverse the 30 year off-shore manufacturing trend.”

“I still don’t get why they would be spying on us out here,”
I replied, still confused by the whole thing.

“They want us to feel vulnerable.  They are letting me
know that they are watching our every move and that there is no safe place to
hide,” he reasoned in a very calm voice.  “I think I know who this is and
very soon I will begin turning the tables on him.”

“It’s someone who owns offshore factories?”

“Yes. And the intimidation tactics point to Sau-Ming,” he
said, looking down at his phone.  “I’ll bet this is how he’s tracking
me.  I had it reprogrammed right after our trip to Allentown,” he added in
a moment of realization.

“Reprogrammed for what?”

“I paid some guy a grand to enable it ne to be able to make
satellite calls.  Once it was upgraded, I would be able to make calls from
anywhere in the world.”

“Who programmed it?”

“It was a guy the yacht broker recommended.  He told me
that it would work worldwide after the modifications and so far…” he paused in
mid-sentence.  “I wonder if the damn yacht broker knows Sau-Ming…”

“You think it was a set up?”

“You know, I didn’t like the guy right from the start. 
He seemed like a total sleaze ball, which is why I had them reset the
transponders and install a new GPS and communication system.  I also
wanted high speed internet installed, but there wasn’t enough time.”

“If I were you, I would toss that phone in the ocean right
now.”

“No, I’ve got a better idea.  I’m going to send it to
Anthony.  He’ll know how to use it to draw them out.  Then we’ll know
for sure who we are dealing with,” he countered with a smile re-emerging on his
face.

This time, when we heard a helicopter approaching, it was a
welcome sight. 
Thank God it’s Tommy, so we can get out of here.

Jack

“Did you have enough time?” I whispered to Tommy as I
climbed into the back seat.

“You guys are all set,” he replied with a wink.

The simplest things can present logistical challenges when
you live on a yacht.  Tommy had to make a stop in Freeport on his way back
to pick up a box of chocolates and several dozen flowers. 
I know that
roses and chocolates are cliché, but I’m a guy who likes tradition. 
Besides, Kate and I both love chocolate.
  I had also asked the maids
to change out our bedding in favor of some red Mulberry silk sheets. 
The
thought of Kate’s silky, smooth skin in between those silk sheets makes me want
to whisk her off to the room the moment this helicopter lands.
Unfortunately,
my first order of business was to find out what Captain Alexander and Tommy
knew about tracking satellite phones.