A Silken Thread

by Brenda Jackson

  “Oh, my, Mr. Hayes, you’re truly a Mr. Big,” she said, giving his manhood an eyeful.

  “So you say.”

  She chuckled and reached down and caught hold of his shaft. He knew she felt it thickening in her hand. Her smile widened. “So I know.”

  Not giving him time to say anything else, she covered his mouth with hers and he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him. He pulled back and whispered, “You’ve got on too many clothes.”

  “Umm, earlier today you thought I had on too little clothes.”

  He smiled remembering the bikini she’d worn during her photo shoot. Just thinking about how she looked in it made sensations race through his groin. She felt him grow some more and laughed before pressing the palm of her hand against his chest, sending him tumbling backward.

  Moving quickly, she stripped out of her shorts and blouse. He watched her hungrily. “No panties and bra?” he asked when she returned to ease her naked body over his body.

  “Around you, why bother?” Without hesitation, she eased her moist heat down on his manhood.

  “I like this,” she said in a low, husky tone that heated his blood. Made him tingle with all kinds of sensations as he drove deep inside of her. He lifted his hips off the sofa for deeper penetration.

  “I like that, too,” she then added.

  He could feel himself swelling inside of her and when she glanced down and met his gaze he figured it was going to be one of those days that she intended to ride him until he went crazy.

  “I like you,” she whispered.

  He opened his mouth and his voice caught in his throat. The response he had been about to make to her was, “And I love you.”

  He sucked in a deep breath instead when the truth of his emotions overtook him with a vengeance. He did love her and he might as well tell her. “I don’t just like you, April. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

  He watched her eyes flicker when she realized what he’d said. Her body went still, but her inner muscles clamping hard on him didn’t let up any. And then he saw something form in her eyes he hadn’t expected. Tears.

  “I didn’t mean to make you cry, sweetheart.”

  “But you told me you loved me,” she said as a couple of tears fell down on his chest.

  “Would you rather I not tell you? Did you want to think all I want from you is sex? I couldn’t do that. To me you’re too honest, clean and pure. You’re nothing like those other women I’ve messed around with.”

  “But I didn’t think you would fall in love with me.”

  He smiled. “Well, I did. And I didn’t tell you that to make you express feelings for me that I know you don’t feel yet, but I—”

  “Don’t feel? I’ve loved you forever, Griffin Hayes!”

  Now it was his gaze that flickered. He was totally startled. “What?”

  “You heard me. I can’t recall a time that I haven’t loved you.”

  He swallowed thickly. “I never knew.”

  More tears fell. “It wasn’t meant for you to know. I wasn’t sure how things were between you and Erica and she was my best friend. Besides, Mrs. Sanders would have banished me off the face of the earth if she thought I had fallen for the guy she wanted Erica to marry.”

  He held her gaze. “But you got married. Three times.”

  She nodded. “Yes, because I couldn’t have you,” she said quietly. She drew in a deep breath. “And I still can’t.”

  He frowned. “Why not? You know there’s nothing between me and Erica, and you also know I don’t give a friggin’ damn what Mrs. Sanders thinks.”

  “Yes, but Hattersville is your home and it will always be. You love it there. It’s just the opposite with me. I couldn’t wait to finish school and leave there. I hated growing up with people thinking my mother was a tramp because she had me and wasn’t married, and that I was beneath them because my grandmother cleaned houses and took care of other people’s kids for a living.”

  He reached out and lifted her chin. “Erica never thought that. Neither did I. In fact, I always admired your accomplishments, was proud of your achievements. Not everybody in our town is as closed-minded as Karen Sanders and my parents.”

  “Maybe not, but you’re thinking of running for mayor and I won’t do anything to ruin your chances of winning.”

  “And how can loving each other ruin my chances?”

  She inhaled deeply and then said, “No one would accept me as someone you’re interested in.”

  His eyes narrowed. “I intend to prove you wrong, sweetheart. I’ve always admitted that there are closed-minded people living in Hattersville, and it won’t change overnight. But it will change. I told you my platform. You’re going to have to believe in me. Believe that somehow there can and will be an us, and that no matter what we will be together.”

  When she didn’t say anything he murmured against her lips, “Tell me that you’re willing to believe that, April.”

  She didn’t respond and each second that passed made his heart beat that much faster. “Okay, I’m willing to believe that,” she finally whispered. “But you have to promise that you’ll still keep our affair a secret until after the wedding. I want to be the one to tell Erica about us, but only after she marries Brian. The less drama before Erica’s wedding, the better.”

  “All right. I promise.”

  And then he covered her mouth with his, knowing that his top priority was not winning the mayor’s race, but showing April that they were meant to be together. When all was said and done, they would be.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Erica laughed and opened yet another gift. This was her first bridal shower and she was totally enjoying herself. The past two weeks had moved by quickly and now she only had three weeks left…and another half-dozen bridal showers to attend.

  This one was being given by a few friends from college who’d come to town for the weekend. They were using the patio of the Hattersville Garden Club and the weather had cooperated nicely.

  To her surprise her mother had not put up a fuss about attending. In fact, lately her mother hadn’t complained about anything. When Erica had mentioned it to Brian he’d said Karen had probably finally resigned herself to the fact that Erica would be marrying him.

  Erica had also noticed a difference in her father. The other day she had heard him humming the lyrics to Marvin Gaye’s “Distant Lover.” And another day she actually heard him whistle. She couldn’t ever recall him walking around the house whistling before, and the sound had both surprised and pleased her. And she’d noted he was smiling a lot lately and wondered if her upcoming wedding had him in such a jovial mood.

  She talked to Brian every night and their phone talks were getting more heated than ever. He’d outlined in full detail and high definition just what he intended to do to her every single minute of their two-week honeymoon in Paris. And likewise, she had outlined with the same noteworthy specifics just what she intended to do to him. Needless to say their conversations would end with both of them needing cold showers. Especially since they hadn’t made love since their weekend in Myrtle Beach.

  They had decided to abstain from lovemaking to make their wedding night more special and meaningful. However, they were now seeing it was making them that much hornier. There was no doubt in her mind they would leave the reception early, making a mad rush to the airport.

  She had driven her mother to the shower and a few hours later was driving her back home. “You’re quiet, Mom,” she said, glancing over at her when the car stopped at a traffic light.

  “I was just thinking about how happy you were at the shower. You really love him, don’t you?”

  Erica smiled, grateful her mother was finally getting the picture. “Yes, I really love Brian. I know you wanted things to be different but I have to marry for love.”

  Karen nodded. “If that’s what you truly want, Erica, then I am happy for you.”

  Erica released a deep sigh. She knew what her mother ha
d just said was as close to giving her blessings as Erica would get. “Thanks, Mom.”

  “Your father tried to tell me but I refused to listen. I wish he was here now. He would probably get a kick out of hearing me admit at least once that he was right.”

  Erica laughed. “Yes, I’m sure that would probably make his day. Where is Dad, anyway?”

  “He’s out of the country on another one of those business trips. He’s been taking them a lot lately.”

  Erica nodded. “Yes, I noticed, but usually they don’t extend over the weekend. I guess the office is keeping him busy.”

  “Yes, I guess so.” Karen paused a minute. “When we get to the house I’d like you to come inside for just a moment. I want to show you what I got your father for his birthday.”

  Erica lifted a brow. “Kind of early, aren’t you? His birthday isn’t until November.”

  Karen shrugged. “I went shopping one of those days last month when I needed to take my mind off your wedding. You know, forget it was happening.”

  Erica shook her head, smiling. At least her mother was being honest.

  Karen walked with Erica into the house knowing she had to keep her cool. She needed to convince Erica that, although she still had misgivings about the wedding, she had accepted that her daughter was marrying for love. So far everything was going according to plan. There was no reason for anything to fail at this point. She wouldn’t allow it. Even Dr. Cobb had grudgingly agreed to do his part. He didn’t have a choice if he wanted her to keep quiet about the affair he’d been having with Aggie for years, every since Lester had been confined to a wheelchair.

  “Go on into the study and pour glasses of wine for us. I can certainly use one. I just need to slip out of my heels into more comfortable shoes. I’ll be right back.”

  “Sure, Mom.” Erica watched her mother hurry up the stairs before moving toward the study. She had just placed her purse on the coffee table when she heard the text alert sounding. Smiling, she figured it was April calling to see how the bridal shower had gone, and lifted a curious brow at the caption that popped up from an unknown caller.

  Pictures for Erica’s special day.

  She saw the same caption had been sent to the phones of Brian, her mother, his mother and her father, as well. Whoever had sent it knew all of their cell numbers so it had to be someone they knew. She clicked on the text and released a startled gasp at the photo that flashed before her eyes of her father kissing a woman who closely resembled Brian’s mother. A closer look showed that it was Brian’s mother.

  It couldn’t be. It had to be some sort of trick photography. She kept scrolling to view all eight photos and each was just as damaging. Her head began spinning at the implications of those pictures.

  It was then that she heard the loud scream from upstairs and remembered her mother was one of the recipients of the texted photos. Out of curiosity, had she opened the caption as well? With her heart beating fast and furious in her chest Erica took the stairs two at a time and rushed into her mother’s bedroom.

  And there she found Karen passed out in the center of the room with her cell phone beside her on the floor.

  “I swear, Brian, ever since you’ve gotten engaged, I’ve yet to beat you at a game of tennis. Erica must be some kind of woman.”

  Brian couldn’t help but grin as he glanced over at Matthew Seacrest, a friend from his high school days and currently CEO of his own P.I. firm. Matt was right on both accounts. He had yet to win a match between them in a while and Erica was some kind of woman. “Stop whining and admit you’re not at the top of your game. I think that beer belly I’ve noticed lately might be slowing you down.”

  “Hey, you better watch it,” Matt warned, pulling the towel from around his neck and flapping it out to hit Brian’s shoulder with it. They were walking off the court and headed into the locker room. The summer’s heat had been brutal and although Matt had hinted otherwise, it hadn’t been easy for Brian to best his friend today.

  Truthfully, he understood that Matt had a lot on his mind. Cassie, Matt’s girlfriend, was pregnant and still refused to marry him, saying she wasn’t sure she was ready to take such a big step in her life. Brian shook his head. To his way of thinking having a baby was a big step, and if Matt wanted to marry her then what was the holdup? Evidently Matt had begun wondering the same thing.

  “I’m taking Cassie to dinner at my folks’ tonight. You can join us if you like. They always get a kick out of seeing you.”

  “Thanks, man, but I have plans for later. Erica is having her first bridal shower today—as we speak—and one of her girlfriends is taping it. I’m going to download it onto my laptop so we can watch it together later.”

  “Gee, sounds romantic,” Matt said, making a kissy face.

  Brian smiled, ignoring his friend’s gesture and thinking how he and Erica could turn any moment—even long-distance ones—into a romantic time. They could have some heated conversations over the phone, and whenever they added the webcam into the mix it was like exploring a whole new frontier. “Trust me, Matt, it will be romantic.”

  An hour later Brian had just stepped out of the shower when he heard the alert tone on his phone that meant he’d received a text.

  He glanced at the clock and saw the time and figured it was probably Erica sending the video from her bridal shower. He smiled at the caption—Pictures for Erica’s special day—and immediately clicked it on.

  “What the f—!

  He sucked in a deep, shocked breath. Whatever he’d been expecting, this wasn’t it. He felt blood rush to his head. What the hell was Mr. Sanders doing kissing his mother?

  He didn’t want to look at the other pictures attached, fearful of what he might find, but felt he had to. Someone had taken several shots of Erica’s father and his mother sharing candlelight dinners; walking hand-in-hand through the doors of several five-star hotels; kissing in parking lots, in front of hotel room doors…

  He didn’t recognize the number that had sent the text, but he did see the other recipients of the pictures and he almost dropped the phone.

  He drew in a deep breath and dialed Erica’s phone number and the call immediately went to voice mail, which meant she had her phone off.

  He ran his hand down his face, waiting on the cue to leave a message. “Erica? Baby, where are you? Call me as soon as you get this message. Please call me.”

  Blowing out an angry breath he then dialed his mother, who was on a business trip in Japan. As the phone rang he looked at the pictures again, but he refused to believe what he was seeing. Other than his father, he could never recall his mother in a relationship, serious or otherwise, with any man.

  But what if this was true? What if his mother and Mr. Sanders were involved? He closed his eyes and sucked in a tormented breath at the thought. What could she have been thinking? What had Mr. Sanders been thinking? Not in a million years would he have expected this. Not in a million years.

  On the small idyllic Japanese island of Miyako, Wilson and Rita stood at their hotel window and gazed out at the picturesque beauty of the white sandy beach. They had spent a good portion of the day out there, enjoying the beauty of the island together.

  Rita turned in his arms and looked up at him. She could not believe how different her life had been over the past five weeks. Once she had decided to take a bite of the forbidden fruit and teach this tall, handsome and wonderful man what love was about, she’d not given herself time to indulge in any regrets. He kept her too busy to do so.

  She looked forward to planning their weekly schedules so they could spend time together during their business travels. So far things had worked out wonderfully for them. Together they had visited the Great Wall of China, attended a polo match in Great Britain and picked coffee beans in Peru. But nothing could surpass her greatest adventures, which were the nights spent in his arms.

  Wilson looked down at her and smiled. “What are you thinking about?”

  She couldn’t help returning his
smile and simultaneously she felt a yearning in the pit of her stomach. “How happy I’ve been these last five weeks.”

  “Have you really been happy, Rita?”

  She nodded. “Considering everything, yes.”

  And she didn’t want to consider everything, had pushed the thought of doing so to the back of her mind. All she’d done was take what was offered and give what she felt was truly deserved.

  “What about you, Wilson?”

  He chuckled. “Sweetheart, if I can get any happier, I’d burst. And it hasn’t been about the sex. Although, I have to admit that’s been great, too. Hell, I never knew that there was still so much life in the bedroom after fifty. But it’s been about sharing things with you. It’s been an awakening for me. One that I didn’t expect and I’m so damn grateful for.”

  He paused and then said, “I know you don’t want to talk about it but we need to, Rita.”

  “Talk about what?”

  “My divorce from Karen.”

  She shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to do that, Wilson.”

  “After spending time with you, loving you the way I do, how can I not?”

  She blinked. Her look was one of astonishment. “You love me?”

  He threw his head back. “Yes, I love you. You taught me how to love. You gave me love. How else can I feel?”

  “Gratitude.”

  “No, it’s not gratitude. It’s love. For the first time in my life, months shy of turning sixty, I know how it feels to love a woman. And I don’t know how many more years I have left on this earth, Rita. I can’t imagine spending any of them without you.”

  She reached out and pressed her hand to his lips. “No, I won’t let you leave your wife for me.”

  “My marriage was over long ago. After Erica’s wedding I’m going to ask Karen for the divorce I should have asked her for years ago.”

  She eased out of his arms and walked across the room. Over the past five weeks they had shared a bed, true enough, but they’d also shared something else. A friendship. With him she had shared her innermost thoughts and feelings and he’d done likewise with her. A part of her would always love Patrick, but in her heart she knew she loved Wilson, as well. But considering the people they would eventually hurt in the long run, would they ever truly be happy knowing their happiness would cause others pain?