Kate Educates Jacob # 60
Beware The Spook
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Kate’s Point Of View.
Grinding my clitoris into Jacob’s pubis, with ten inches of solid, wide flesh impaled deep inside me, was far better than doing early morning stretches to warm up for the day. I’d begun fucking my fiancee while he slept, intensifying how fast I slid up and down his enormous cock once he woke.
“I can scream now, Jacob.”
“You can make as much noise as you like, darling.”
“Oh… good morning!”
“It’s a great morning and a wonderful view for me, Kate.”
“You love watching your cock disappearing inside me, don’t you?”
“There is something carnal and primal about having my body inside yours, filling your belly with my warm, fertile seed.”
“Fucking hell, Jacob. If I wasn’t pregnant right now, I’d want to be.”
It didn’t take me long after that lewd conversation to orgasm massively, trembling from head to toe, and since Jacob was awake, I screamed the place down, expelling all emotions, until I sat astride him with a monster cock impaled deep inside me.
I slid my pussy off Jacob’s cock, leaped out of bed, and ran to the toilet, giggling. Jacob’s semen dribbled down my thighs after I had fucked his morning wood.
I lazed in the shower immediately after relieving myself, joined a few minutes later by my beloved. Soaping Jacob’s cock, and cleaning off the glistening, creamy combination of his semen and my pussy juices was always fun. If he got hard again and I bent over, taking a second fucking from my lover under a warm monsoon.
He’s not getting hard this time.
“I’ve been insatiable ever since we got pregnant, honey.”
“I’m sorry, Kate. I feel off-color today.”
“You’re concerned about something.”
“Yeah. Craig worries me a lot.”
“Why specifically?”
“He’s what you would call a spook. More than the CIA. An extraordinary rendition and regime change specialist. Danger follows people like him; hence, he stayed away from Alicia when his brother died.”
“An evil guy?”
“He’s not my cuppa.”
“You aren’t suggesting Craig has a moral claim to our daughter because he’s been away on parental sabbatical murdering people, do you?”
“No, I feel precisely the opposite. He’d have left the job if he cared about his niece.”
“So why is he here now?”
“Nostalgia, I guess. Craig has changed roles and probably wants to cement that by creating roots. It’s all a novelty for him. He’s thinking about growing up with his brother and now wants a wife and family.”
“You sound skeptical about him, Jacob.”
“He won’t change because people devoid of empathy never do. The thrill of what he did is addictive. He’ll settle down for a while, but the blood lust and need for his life validation will return.”
I glanced at Jacob and saw the severe expression of someone who knew what we were dealing with. Managing Craig wouldn’t be simple, but I felt sure my fiancee would figure it out.
“Have you got everything ready at our wedding venue, Jacob?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Location is planned, our padre is booked, and everything is perfectly set for next Saturday.”
“He’s not a padre. He’s a vicar.”
“I know, but he loves it when I call him padre because that’s what Army Chaplains got called, and he served in your Armed Forces.”
“I wonder about men when they get into groups, Jacob.”
“Men worry about their women when they get into groups, Kate.”
I studied Jacob and saw the glint of mischief in his eyes. I wondered why he referred to himself as a killer earlier when all I saw was the kindest, most decent man I’d met. I wondered if unnecessary guilt burdened my future husband.
“I have one more dress fitting for Alicia, a meeting with the caterer, and I’m done.”
“Am I allowed to see Alicia in her dress?”
“Of course, Jacob.”
“When?”
“On Saturday, around midday, when she walks down the aisle with me.”
He grinned, not seriously expecting any dresses to be revealed before our big day. I dressed, sat on a stool, and styled my hair while studying him. A problem nagged in my mind about our surname. While we dressed for the day, I pressed Jacob again.
“Have you considered our surname?”
“You choose it, Kate. I don’t mind.”
“I could take your name?”
“Or I could take yours?”
“Or, we might combine, perhaps even go double-barrel?”
“Please choose for us, Kate. I don’t feel attached to a family name.”
It bothered me that Jacob was indifferent on the matter. This wasn’t about sidestepping the patriarchy; my problem revolved around my family name, its rich history, and prominence.
“Jacob, I don’t want your family history to be erased by the name Granger, overwhelming internet searches of our future generations.”
“We’ll create a new history between us and our children, Kate.”
“Yes, I know, but your family history is as important as mine.”
“Your family has provenance and billions of dollars, honey. I can’t compete with that.”
“Yes, Jacob, but you are a fucking war hero, and you exhumed mass graves, allowing families to bury their loved ones properly. I want that story front and center in our lives. Everyone must know this about you.”
“I’ve always tried to be discrete about the Victoria Cross, and I’d rather not have ghouls chasing me for old war stories.”
“I agree, but our kids and theirs should all know about your life and incredible achievements.”
“You’ll find a way to communicate that, Kate.”
I sat heavily on the bed, feeling upset. My hormones were going crazy, and I felt tears welling. Jacob noticed immediately and kneeled before me, holding my hand and stroking its back.
“Are you angry with me, Kate?”
“No.”
“What then?”
“I’m frustrated. This is a decision I don’t want to make alone, and if you quote me, female-led relationship, I really will thrash you hard even if I don’t enjoy doing it.”
“I might misbehave just to enjoy that.”
“Please don’t joke about this. Our family name is important, Jacob. Our children and hopefully Alicia will bear this name until they decide otherwise.”
“Okay, Kate, let me think it through, and I’ll come up with suggestions, but I won’t get hung up on being called Jacob Granger if that’s our final choice.”
“I will.”
He cuddled me, pushing until we both lay on the bed, with him on top. I stared into Jacob’s confident eyes and saw half of the robust platform that had become the foundation of our lives.
I didn’t see a man such as he’d described Alicia’s uncle to be.
“I have one more question about Craig.”
“Go ahead, Kate.”
“Could you take him?”
“Of course, easily. I’m a fighter and killer; he’s a murderer. People like Craig burn down villages and kill everyone there to spark revolt or spot targets and instruct snipers, assassinating someone. He’s a big picture guy, not a warrior.”
“You said death follows him.”
“In the military, we hated guys like this, Kate. They are bad actors, playing off the reservation, executing dodgy, secret foreign policy edicts that grunt soldiers like me have no clue about.”
“You’re saying he’s a different animal to you?”
“I’m not an animal, Kate.”
“Sorry. That was a poor choice of words.”
“Let me ask you a question.”
“Go ahead, Jacob.”
“Could you kill a baby?”
“Never.”
“Craig probably has. Most likely dozens of them.”
“Fuck!”
“And before you ask me, Kate… no, I couldn’t and haven’t. I was a soldier.”
Jacob was done talking because we strayed into vicious territory that fired his touchy side. I headed to Lizzie’s Bar with my soon-to-be husband, where we met a delighted Alicia who was counting names off a list.
“Is everyone coming, baby girl?”
“Yes, Kate. We only have Jacob’s mother to get an RSVP from.”
“She’s not coming, Alicia.”
I fixed my stare on Jacob quizzically because this was news to me. He shook his head and showed me a message on his phone that arrived five minutes ago.
Goodbye, Jacob, and good luck. I need help. A mental health hospital is taking me in. Come visit in a few months if I’m not still deranged.
“Okay. Sorry about that, Jacob.”
“It’s for the best. My Mom needs help and knows our wedding is a potential catalyst for her to derail. Maybe things will get better between her and Carrie after this.”
“Maybe.”
I felt sad and saw that Alicia was confused. Jacob and I needed to discuss family and matters like mental health with her in a way she didn’t bottle up confusion and dwell on it. I thought Henry could help, so I messaged him, asking to meet in a few days.
Alicia set her elbows on the kitchen counter, cradling her beautiful face in both palms, shooting Jacob and me cute looks.
Trouble is coming.
“Will I have a brother or sister, Kate?”
“Eventually both, I hope.”
“What am I getting this time around?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart. Why do you ask?”
“I’m dedicating my school art project to my new sibling. Being a brother or sister makes a difference.”
“In what way?”
“I thought for a boy, I might draw him fishing beside a river with us watching while enjoying a picnic.”
“And for a girl?”
“Rock climbing with me.”
“Won’t your brother go rock climbing as well?”
“Yes. But I think he will also fish. He’ll be a hunter, like his father, and since I won’t allow him to shoot bears, squirrels, or anything else on the estate, he’ll need to fish or trap insects, then release them.”
“You never cease to amaze me, Alicia.”
I laughed, hauling my daughter into my lap while Jacob fed me half a croissant. I needed coffee, and as much as I enjoyed the various teas Lizzie gave me, I’d called the doctor about my caffeine intake, negotiating an allowance.
When I slapped a sheet of paper in front of Jacob and Lizzie, both peered over.
“Read it and weep, Jacob.”
“Two, maximum, three medium size cappuccino per day?”
“Yes, the doctor says I will be fine as long as they are spaced out.”
“Okay, I’ll back off.”
“I’d rather you didn’t, honey. We’re in this together. I don’t mind being told off occasionally where our unborn child’s health is concerned.”
He grinned, and Lizzie slid the first Cappucino I’d enjoyed in days across the granite counter and under my nose. I sniffed, purred, and sipped, enjoying the tendrils of intoxication from a drug I couldn’t live without.
“Are you going to discuss what’s been bothering you and Jacob, Kate?”
“What do you mean, Alicia?”
“I can feel a disturbance around you. If it’s not my business, please say so, but I’d like to know if it’s about me.”
I glanced at Jacob, who nodded and smiled for me to spill the beans. Lizzie made herself scarce, pretending an errand suddenly occurred before bidding farewell.
“You said you’d never lie to me, Kate.”
“And we never shall, darling.”
“What’s going on then?”
“You have a long-lost uncle.”
“Uncle Craig, My dad’s brother?”
“Yes, how did you know about him?”
“He is officially dead, but I know he isn’t.”
I was stunned, not least of all by the casual way Alicia threw it out there. She shifted around in my lap until able to see Jacob as well.
“I saw him near my school bus.”
“He said you didn’t recognize him.”
“I made certain of that, Kate. I spotted him while queuing for the bus. When the driver went past, I looked straight through him.”
“Why, sweetheart?”
“Mom and Dad told me many times that Uncle Craig is dangerous. I was to stay away from him and pretend not to know him at family events. I was young and didn’t understand, but Mom and Dad never misled me.”
“Were you scared of him?’
“Not so scared, but I didn’t want to go near him, so I didn’t unless he came to me. At my parent’s funeral, he spoke to me.”
“What did he say?”
“Uncle Craig said he would return one day to look after me. Until then, I was to continue believing he was dead and forget about him.”
Fucking hell, what a bastard.
“How do you feel about that, Alicia?”
“He must have a reason for wanting everyone to think him dead. I rarely saw him, so he’s a stranger pretty much.”
“Do you want to see him?”
“I’ll wait until I’m grown up before meeting. My life is great now, and I’d rather not be flung around like a doll.”
“We wouldn’t do that to you, Alicia.”
“I know, but Mom was afraid, and Dad didn’t want his brother anywhere near us. That must be for a reason.”
“Your Uncle Craig isn’t a criminal, though.”
“But he’s not a good man either, is he, Kate?”
“I don’t know, sweetheart. Jacob believes he is dangerous, but we can’t judge him.”
“I trust my parents and what you both think.”
“I think leaving the option open to meet Craig in the future is wise, but it is your decision.”
“Can you tell him I’d prefer waiting, please?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Kate.”
“Can you do one thing for me, Alicia?”
“Anything.”
“Can you tell us next time anything like this happens, please?’
“I didn’t want to make a fuss, carrying my problems here.”
I eyed her, careful not to set boundaries inhibiting Alicia’s independence from acting, thinking, and deciding for herself.
“Jacob was there, at the school. He hid a few meters away from Craig, ensuring you were safe.”
Alicia beamed at my fiancee and reached over, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing Jacob affectionately on the cheek.
“I have a knight in shining armor of my own. Thank you, Jacob.”
He was taken aback, but I felt elated that Alicia saw him that way. Jacob was a protector, not a killer, as he’d referred to himself earlier. That was the story we must ensure was passed on to our children, and, in the case of Alicia, it was already a done deal.
“Granger-Singleton.”
“What’s that, Kate?”
“Our new surname, if you both agree to it.”
Jacob nodded his head enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear. I had his vote; now I just needed Alicia’s.
“Alicia Granger-Singleton?”
“Unless you’d rather keep your parent’s name, sweetheart.”
“Mom and Dad would want me to move on and enjoy the life they gifted me. What do you think, Jacob?”
“I’d be proud to share a name with you two beautiful ladies. I love both of you.”
Next Chapter:
I love that kid and her….wisdom. Wisdom seems too much for such a little girl but, to me, that’s exactly what she posses despite her youth. Distinguishing between a “killer” and a “murderer” surprised me. I understand it completely, though. I hope Jacob can stop thinking of himself as a killer. As a soldier he did what he had to do not necessarily what he wanted to do. While I can’t fathom exhuming mass graves I agree it is heroic. Look what it did for Natalia’s sister. She would never have had any peace without Jacob’s heroics. I imagine, in a situation like that, many families were given that same peace. Amazing!!
I love this family and their dynamic Kate. Alicia is a wonderful addition.