Chapter 10
"You all right?" Paul asked her almost sheepishly.
She sobbed softly, rubbing her naked breasts against his chest. "Yes. I didn't know ... I could ... make it like that." She managed a laugh. "Yes. I feel wonderful. But will you do something a little more orthodox in a few minutes."
"Yeah." Then a thoughtful frown crossed his face. "But first I've got something else to take care of."
Abruptly he slid off the bed and stepped into his trousers. Katherine watched him through her glistening eyes, feeling the love well up inside her. How he could still love her after everything they'd been through, she didn't know. But again she vowed she would have to make it up to him. As he walked shirtless out of the room, she realized there was someone else to whom she had to make up quite a lot. She'd been an unimaginal bitch to Lys ever since the girl got here. That didn't half describe it.
Katherine slithered hurriedly out of the bed, went to the closet and pulled out the first dress she could find, a loose-fitting cotton sheath, and donned it quickly. Then she started after Paul, across the patio.
She got to the den just as it happened.
It was without warning at all. There was no time for Lys or Tom to have ever imagined what Paul was going to do. They'd just both watched him enter, Lys smiling in her usually seductive manner, Tom looking half-guilty, half-irritated. And as he'd approached the couch Tom had stood, and Paul had thrown the clean hard right so fast Katherine hardly even realized it until Tom was on the floor on his back behind the couch.
Lys gave a little gasp and Katherine screamed and ran toward her son, but before she got to him something in his eyes stopped her. Sobbing, she held herself back and watched Tom climb to his feet. He walked calmly around the couch, rubbing the inside of his mouth with his finger as if to see that all his teeth were still intact. Then with a sudden, smooth leap he traversed the distance between himself and his father, feinted with a left and threw a right of his own, and Katherine screamed again as Paul Beauchamp landed on the carpet. Tom stood over him like a heavyweight waiting to see if his opponent would beat the ten count. Paul sat up, watching his son warily and rubbing his own jaw. Then cautiously he got to his own feet. For a moment, Katherine was afraid Paul was going after Tom again. But instead, he turned and walked over to the bar. He brought out two cold beers and opened them. During the next few seconds, a falling pin would have sounded like a crashing building. Then Tom grinned and Paul grinned back at him and walked halfway to meet him with the two beers. Out of the corner of her eye Katherine watched Lys stand up and began sensuously to remove her clothes.
Katherine waited until the blonde was down to only her transparent bikini panties, then in a swift movement peeled her own dress over her head. Then Lys shimmied out of her panties.
The two women looked at each other silently for a moment, then as if by mutual agreement, turned and walked toward the waiting, eager-eyed men.