Kate Educates Jacob #32

A Sombre Task and Surprise Visit

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I left my phone at home by mistake and knew I'd be in trouble for that later. Having a sports car drives an itch in many men, one that can't be easily fulfilled unless driving on a race track.

I'd had very few opportunities to enjoy the full potential of my BMW, but tonight, albeit caused by dire circumstances, one such chance presented itself.

Carving out bends on the perfectly surfaced roads near Granger Hall and nearby hills at speeds that would lead to my imprisonment was thrilling and seemed a reasonable risk to take under the circumstances.

Had I asked Kate, she would have come with me, but I wouldn't achieve my goal because this task was something I promised to do alone. I also wouldn't be confident driving so fast knowing the most precious treasure in my life was sitting beside me.

But Kate wasn't with me, so I ripped open the throttle and hit every apex perfectly, regardless of which side of the road it put me on in complete darkness. The engine roared when I paddled rapidly through the gears, aiming my car into unfeasibly tight bends that spoke to the animal warrior inside me and the BMW. It was the same unrestrained monster that desperately wanted to deal with Simon earlier on in the day.

I abandoned my car in a near empty parking lot, went inside the building and executed a solemn promise I'd made. As I watched a life expire before me, memories of death and destruction from my past surged anew like vivid, unwelcome reminders of a life I'd hoped was behind me.

My return journey home was much slower and filled with despair. When I slowed down and turned off the main road, into the driveway entrance at Granger Hall, I felt a desperate sadness clawing my soul.

Will tragedy and death follow me always?

I drove slowly avoiding gravel stone chips that might damage my perfect paint work. The stables looked peaceful as I passed by and the estate seemed at rest which was more than could be said for my heart.

From a small copse on elevated land just before Granger Hall, red and blue flashing lights ahead confused me and I feared something terrible had happened.

In the car parking area four sheriff's squad cars were crammed so close to the front door, I thought Catherine must have brought out her shotgun to repel attackers. I parked up unnoticed and in darkness at the back of our parking area because Granger Hall was a melee of activity.

I saw Kate and her mom, so I approached in darkness punctuated by the flashing police lights. They stood in the car park staring back at their home wearing nightie's. I snuck up and tapped my fiancee gently on her shoulder. She spun around in shock, recognized me, reached her arms around my neck, and hugged me far more tightly than the occasion demanded.

When she disengaged, having recovered from the shock of my disappearance, Kate looked peeved.

"Where have you been?"

"I left a note. I'm sorry but didn't want to wake you. I needed to be somewhere."

"You needed to be somewhere until 5 am and without your phone?"

"I snuck out just after midnight for reasons I'll explain later honey. What's going on here?"

I was reluctant to openly discuss my midnight excursion in front of Catherine, so I changed the subject as my curiosity built feverishly.

"Simon was murdered."

"Ah, I see, and the sheriff thinks I did it?"

"Yes."

My fiancee stared at me giving signs from her expression that she feared the worst. I smiled as comfortingly as the situation would allow, leaning in close to kiss Kate gently on the lips.

She wore a silk nightie and I looked down, enjoying the feel of two large, solid nipples pressing through her sheer fabric, into my thin cotton shirt. When she noticed my downward stare, Kate folded both arms across her chest, shooting me an impish look.

"It's chilly out here, Jacob, that's all."

"So you aren't turned on by having a fiancee that just became an international fugitive?"

"Maybe I am aroused a little, but not because he's a fugitive. The Sheriff just wants to talk to you about Simon."

"Then why are you out here?"

"Frank politely asked if they could look inside for you. They don't have a warrant, so it's just some friendly questioning at the moment."

"And yet they told you to stay outside your own home? Let's go inside and confront this head on, shall we?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Jacob?"

"Do you think I killed a man, Kate?"

"No. Of course not."

"Why?"

"I know you Jacob. Murder isn't something you'd ever contemplate unless yours' or another's life were threatened."

She cuddled me closely again, and I chuckled. Catherine, who was staring, closed the mouth that was hanging agape since I'd strolled up so casually. I smiled at her, but she seemed worried.

"What's so funny, Jacob?"

"Oh. Don't you think it's hilarious that the Sheriff and his men are searching room to room in our house for a man standing out here?"

"Forgive me for saying this Jacob, but you seem unusually calm right now."

"Well, mom... first, I'm innocent, and second, I can prove it."

Kate gripped my hand, dragging me towards the front door. Inside the foyer, our local Sherriff, a kindly and decent man blinked at me, then flinched as though considering reaching for his sidearm. Thankfully, he did only flinch, and I was pleased to see him relax.

He turned around in the foyer and shouted upward to recall his search team.

"Okay, he's here. Stop the search."

When Sherriff Frank Rawlings sauntered over, eyeballing me, his deputies filed awkwardly and respectfully out of our front door, past Catherine who nodded, scowling at each man as they passed.

Frank scanned me from a distance, checking to make sure I wasn't armed. My response was a little flippant when I held my hands high in mock surrender and smiled sarcastically, something that irked him. My mood was dark from the events of the night, and I had little time for foolery.

"Jacob, could we talk in private please?"

"Shall we go into the dining room? Kate and her mom will join us of course."

"I'd rather they didn't."

"You don't have a choice if you want to talk to me."

We shuffled into the dining room with Frank, Kate, and her mom in a somewhat somber mood. When I sat down and laughed at them, Frank's anger rose a notch or two.

"A man died tonight and you're laughing, Jacob?"

I shook my head with utter disdain, thinking carefully about how to express myself.

"I had a much worse night than you did Frank. I'm in no mood to discuss a treacherous man who means nothing to me. Ask your questions and be direct please. I'll answer honestly."

"Do you admit there were problems between you and Simon?"

"The man who you say was murdered tonight compromised my family's security, possibly for years, and then today, that same man stirred up a hornet's nest, deliberately disrupting our well thought out plans and the lives of a whole bunch of townsfolk."

"Are you glad he's dead, Jacob?"

"I'm completely indifferent to Simon."

"Did you kill him?"

"No."

He eyeballed me again, searching for any tiny reveal that might give him a strand to pull on, unraveling me, but I couldn't provide him with that.

"You're playing with fire here, Jacob. You left the house secretly and have a five or more hour gap that neither your fiancee nor mother can account for."

"Does your wife know precisely where you are right now, Frank?"

"She knows I'm on duty."

"But not that you're here right now?"

"No. What's your point, Jacob?"

"It's none of her business to know exactly where you are right now is it?"

"No."

"And if you got an emergency call through the night, would you wake her up?"

"I'd leave a note."

"As did I."

Kate shot me a quick glance, looking confused.

"Didn't you see the note on your nightstand, sweetheart? I mentioned it outside, but you mustn't have heard me."

"No but honestly, I wasn't looking for one, Jacob. I just saw you were gone and assumed we were raiding the kitchen."

Catherine left the room, I assumed to search for and recover my note, something I'd prefer to have avoided because of its bad news. Kate turned squarely on to me holding my hand tightly.

"Why not tell the Sheriff where you were, Jacob? Make this easy for everyone."

"I promised I wouldn't reveal."

"Then I won't ask again. I trust you entirely."

I thought for a moment and realized eliminating me from Frank's enquiry would be the sensible move for everyone. I slid my car keys across the table to the Sheriff who picked them up, inspecting the chunky coded fob.

"Take those keys and impound my car as evidence."

"What for?"

"My BMW has GPS. Not the standard route navigation type. This car has factory fitted, engine management software that constantly transmits my route, speed, revs and probably ass temperature to a control centre somewhere."

"Okay. What's it going to tell me?"

"That I needed to visit someone in a hurry and the route I took, Frank."

"Who were you visiting?"

"Clarissa Milton."

"Oh."

I knew by his expression that Frank was aware of the reason why I'd gone to see Clarissa. Kate looked much more confused, and I guessed she saw the emotion and sadness filling my eyes.

"Do you mean our Clarissa who works at the stables, Jacob?"

"Yes."

Sheriff Rawlings held his hand up apologetically.

"You went to the hospital then, Jacob."

"I promised her I would when the time came."

"I heard from our control office what happened."

I stared at Kate almost in tears as the emotions I'd held back, swamped me. Catherine came back in the room carrying my note, in complete shock, weeping while placing it on the table in front of my fiancee.

Clarissa Milton has cancer and her treatment failed a month ago. She has no next of kin and asked me to be at her bedside when she died. I'm going to the hospital.

"Jesus Christ Jacob."

"Clarissa begged me not to tell you or anyone else."

Kate launched herself off the dining room chair, wrapping me in a bear hug. I sobbed, because watching a colleague I'd quickly grown fond of wither in their dying moments was a sadness I'd rather have avoided. The Sheriff looked melancholy too, because he, like everyone else in town knew the lively thirty something single woman who managed the administration of our stables.

Catherine burst into tears, Kate did too, and old Frank had to wipe his eyes dry. He opened a notepad to write details.

"You were at her bedside, Jacob?"

"She messaged me around midnight. I'd promised to be there, so I went."

"Okay son. I've wasted enough of your time. I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you folks."

Frank Rawlings stood up, patted Catherine on her shoulder by way of an apology. She gripped his hand, stared up, and shook her head in sadness. He placed my car keys on the table in front of me, avoiding Kate who was straddled across my lap, stressed and very upset with her head buried in my neck and hair strewn all over me.

After the Sheriff left, we stayed in the dining room, sitting in silent, wretched contemplation. I left Kate momentarily to fetch both women bathrobes because sunrise meant people waking up and neither were dressed to receive anyone.

"I asked chef to prepare our breakfast early and keep it going in case we decided to bring staff up from the stables to console them."

"What happens to Clarissa's body now?"

"I told Bentley's undertakers in town that the estate will pick up all costs for her funeral and that they should spare no expense. I thought we might host a memorial for her at the stables."

"That would be nice dear."

I stared into Kate's eyes because it was the first secret I'd kept from her. It had been difficult given the covenant of trust that existed between us especially through a bond strengthened by my willingness to submit to a true love.

"I'm sorry Kate."

"I understand why you said nothing about Clarissa, Jacob. I would have it no other way."

Claire and Tiffany arrived ten minutes apart, so I had two more shocking revelations to deliver with more tears and upset. Everyone on the estate knew Clarissa because she ran the stables, taught others her considerable equine skills and loved passing the time day with anyone visiting the horses.

After having eaten breakfast, I left the ladies rooted in conversation, retiring to my office for a brief catch-up on emails now my days' planned routine was wrecked. I'd briefly considered who might have murdered Simon, abandoning that puzzle on opened the safe door where much bigger issues were very apparent.

Kate joined me after half an hour still dressed alluringly in her silk nightie. When she straddled my lap hugging close, I rose to the occasion and she giggled before kissing me.

"You've removed your panties. I can feel the heat of your pussy through my pants."

"I have a special reward for a wonderful man."

"Why?"

"Don't ask Jacob, just promise me you'll never change."

"Of course not. You and I will prevail always."

"Speaking of which. I have a solution for the gold that I'm keen to discuss after. It involves getting it out of the country."

"After what?"

"After you fuck me over your desk, Jacob."

"It was once your father's desk, Kate."

"Not any more lover."

Her lips felt like a drop of water on mine that were parched and cracked dry by the desert sun. Kate, always invigorating and nurturing, drew out the best version of me in all things, provoking a deep desire to make her proud. As I reached my hand down into her crotch, my fiancee smiled and lifted her ass to provide better me with better access.

Her pussy lips felt engorged and the slit between them was creamy when I slid two fingers up and down, while she rocked gently back and forth in my lap with one arm wrapped around my neck.

"Look after missy please, Jacob."

I slid both fingers upwards onto the hard, pearl like clitoris we'd named together, enjoying how Kate bit her bottom lip and furrowed a brow, ascending towards a climax. I withdrew both fingers, licked and sucked theatrically while sexual frustration was etched deep on her face.

"Please don't tease me for too long Jacob. Denial is such sweetness, but not if mom walks in and prevents your performance mid-stride."

She rose up high in my lap, stretching her arms towards the ceiling so I could see, touch and almost lick the solid nipples poking through creamy white silk, begging for my tongue. I lifted, then turned Kate around, lowering her feet to the floor as she bent and spread, almost submissively across my desk, scattering files carelessly to either side with flailing arms.

"In bereavement human beings feel an increased urge to procreate, Jacob. Perhaps this will be our moment. Be quick though, we need to shower and begin our work day."

"Are you just using me for baby making seed, Kate?"

"Of course. Would you prefer I use another supplier?"

"Oh, that's cheeky sweetheart."

"Before you fuck me I have something to share for which I'll apologize in advance. Cara Lionel, A friend of mine, wise and true says my rule about you not being permitted to swear is foolish and arrogant. I agree she's right, so I'm withdrawing it and I'm sorry for ever imposing that."

"Okay, Kate. Thank you."

I didn't mind one way or another because the no swearing rule had focused me on loving and respecting Kate more, so I would unofficially keep it in place unless I was seriously pissed. She'd dealt with my absence incredibly well, neither suspecting me of wrongdoing or questioning my motives for having done what I did.

I used my palms and thumbs to splay Kate's ass cheeks wide apart while trapping her against the desk by spreading both knees wider, pushing with mine. I stared down and wanted to rim her, finding the tiny pink spangle above my fiancee's pussy hole was almost beating a drum to welcome my tongue inside.

I dropped my lightweight sweatpants to the knees and pressed my cock head gently against Kate's pussy lips, stroking gently, tantalizing my fiancee.

"Pretend you're paying me for sex Jacob. Fuck me hard, please."

I slammed a twenty on the table next to her face. It was one I always kept pocketed in case of need. She blinked and smiled lasciviously in disbelief.

"You won't even get a wank for that, cheeky fucker."

I stopped, released Kate and ran to the safe with my cock bouncing dangerously. In one trip I made a withdrawal, piling ten, one kilo gold bars around her head, far enough away so she wouldn't hit them.

"Is half a million bucks enough?"

"It's not your money."

"It's in my office."

"Okay, but I can't make change."

"Keep it as a tip."

"Oh Jacob, I fucking love you."

"I love you too Kate."

When I prised her ass cheeks wide open again, I noticed a delightful sticky mess on both upper thighs. She smelled divine and I wanted to kneel, pray and devour her treasure but Kate desperately wanted my cock and we were running short of time.

I gripped my cock in one hand, keeping Kate's pussy hole wide open with the other, both labia spread between forefinger and thumb. When I peeled my foreskin back and slid a solid glans inside her wet entrance hole, the intense clenching of her powerful pelvic floor muscles felt exquisite.

Kate loved to milk me dry when we made love, but we had little time, so I used both hands wrapped around her waist, pinning her to the desk before sliding my cock balls deep inside my beloved.

Her pussy felt so tight, warm, and welcoming that I couldn't help but pound her with all my strength. My hips exploded backwards and forwards like steam driven pistons with accurate and careful intensity aimed at Kate's hole. I reamed my wife-to-be as she gasped and salivated on her father's old desk, reaching forwards to grip two gold bars just for the hell of it.

I fucked Kate harder than normal, using the desk's firmness to lever my cock deep inside her tight pussy, loving how she clenched muscles and gripped my shaft harder on the outward stroke, pushing her ass backwards slightly when I thrust forwards.

Her orgasm rose before mine, exploding like a wave smashing into a granite cliff face. Her fingers scrunched letters and papers on my desk, gold toppled as she pushed it off the forward edge. My stapler, file tray and pens were scattered across the office floor as though a tornado passed through.

When Kate turned her head sideways, placing a cheek flat on the wooden desk, smiling back at me with love struck eyes, I was free to empty a full load of baby making seed inside my one true love. I wanted to impregnate Kate as much as she needed me and in that moment we became a true fusion of two into one.

I lay across Kate, kissing her neck and back while my cock twitched furiously inside her, emptying every drop needed to impregnate her. When I slid my glistening shaft out, she'd already grabbed tissues from a box on my table, cleaning the mess I'd made between her legs, layering a few sheets in the discarded knickers she put back on.

"It'll get us back to the bedroom, Jacob."

I put the gold back in my safe, locked its door and lifted Kate, cradling her in my arms all the way back to our room.

When I lay her down on the bed she seemed content if somewhat melancholic. She stared at me with beautiful blue pools of truth and love, pulling me on top despite the wetness of her panties.

"Thank you for being there when Clarissa needed you Jacob."

"She was part of our family."

"Yes, she was."

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