Blood in the Water (Kairos) by Catherine Johnson Read Free Book Online

full length of the building and granted access to several dorm rooms.  Some rooms were usually in permanent use by unattached members of the club, but at least one was always kept empty for use in case of whatever.  Samuel pushed away from the bar, kissed each of his children on their foreheads and left them in the company of the family that was the club before following his wife away from the chattering masses.
     
    The volume level diminished as soon as they were through the doorway.  Moira paused expectantly before him, but Samuel moved her on with a slight push in the small of her back.  He didn’t trust himself to speak, or to touch her more than that.  He’d locked a tight fist round his control and if he let it go before they were behind a locked door there was a good chance that at all the people back in the main room would at least be witness to the audio of them coupling here on the corridor floor.
     
    Moira seemed to catch onto his dilemma and hurried along.  All the doors looked exactly alike, all painted a shade of forest green that was different from the dark blue Samuel remembered, but Moira knew which one she was aiming for and fumbled a key into the lock of one.  Samuel followed her through, almost pushing her into the room.  He took a beat to take in the arrangement of the furniture, namely the location of the bed, while Moira locked the door, and then he was on her, pushing her against the wooden frame, devouring her with his hands and his mouth, reveling in the rediscovery of the taste of her, of the feel of the curves of her body.
     
    The quiet in the room was so complete that Samuel felt deafened by it after the cacophony in the other room.  It took him a moment to register the breathless moans coming from his wife, and another moment to realize the bestial grunts he could hear were coming from himself.  There were no words, no need of them, and no use for them.  Moira was pushing at his shoulders.  His lust was on the edge of becoming rage at the thought she might deny him, until he comprehended that she intended for him to take her place against the door. 
     
    He tripped around her, crashing backwards, just barely keeping his feet under the onslaught of pure need, unable to process her intentions until Oh Dear God!   She was on her knees and she was freeing him from his jeans and Jesus H Christ in Heaven he was in her mouth.  It was hot and wet and more, much more than he could stand.  He was coming in body-wracking pulses before he could finish threading his hands into her hair.  His knees buckled and he sagged, only just keeping from sliding to the floor in an orgasmic puddle.  Samuel realized he had his eyes squeezed shut.  When he opened them, Moira was sitting back on her heels, smiling up at him with a grin that would have made Lucifer proud, delicately wiping the corner of her lips with a manicured fingertip.
     
    “Welcome home, cher.”
     
    “Jesus... God.   I’m... sorry....”  He stuttered between pants.
     
    Moira laughed a sultry sound that he felt in his balls.  His cock began to twitch and harden again.  He hadn’t felt this randy since puberty hit.
     
    “Fuck I love you, cher.”  He pulled her up from her knees and buried his hands in her hair and his tongue in her mouth, walking her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed.  She allowed herself to fall onto the covers, her arms outspread, before he could push her down. 
     
    The look in her eyes had darkened substantially.  “It’s been six long years, cher.”
     
    Samuel’s small brain had taken over again, robbing him of the higher cognitive power necessary for coherent speech.  He fell onto his wife.  She was wearing a dress, the detail of which had completely evaded him other than the fleeting thought that it looked like a huge, stiff t-shirt and hid everything good about her body, was completely inappropriate for getting on the back of his bike in and was going to be burnt at