by Kylie Parker
“You naughty boy,” Helen whispered, as Marcus leaned over her. Shivers went down her spine, as he gently ran his tongue down under her ear. The sensation of his wet, swollen shaft and his balls, just above her ass crack added to her arousal, but it was his deep voice that made goose bumps rise all over her body.
“I want to taste your pussy,” he whispered back, flicking his tongue over her earlobe. Just when he finished his sentence, Helen slowly bent over against the wall. This time, Marcus did not kiss his way down her body. Instead, he ran his gaze down and locked it on her nice, delicious ass, as he knelt down once more. He leaned forward, licking his lips, as he marveled at her. Shutting his eyes, he planted a sensual kiss on her flesh, just next to her ass crack, causing her body to stiffen. Helen’s moans became louder, as he began to lay more kisses all over her ass cheeks. Every grunt coming out of his mouth turned her on as much as his worship. He slid his hands down her body and filled his hands with her delectable flesh, making her bite her lower lip. Marcus spread her ass cheeks, exposing her entrance. Helen’s pussy lips were glistening in the dim light. Her warm, thick juices were overflowing out of her, flowing down her thighs.
“Right there!” She moaned, throwing her head back, as she felt his lips on her pussy. Unable to stand any longer, she bent her knees, until they made contact with the floor. Marcus lapped her juices with his warm tongue, taking deliberate licks up and down the length of her pussy, as he kneaded her ass. Much to her pleasure, he didn’t focus on her clit or her entrance, either. Every few seconds, he would passionately kiss the flesh around her pussy, breathing hard down on her, as he held onto her ass cheeks. Then, he would slide his tongue down her womanhood, collecting more of her juices, before flicking it across her hard, swollen clit. His lustful kisses on it made her pussy muscles flex faster. Helen struggled to control her excited breath. Her moans were getting louder and wilder, as Marcus did everything in his power to coax her to an intense climax. Opening her eyes, she looked underneath her. The sight that greeted her made her pussy quiver with desire: His massive cock was standing upright, his precum was shining and it had even reached the base of his shaft. But, it was Marcus’s next move that sent her over the edge, as he pushed his hot, wet tongue, deep inside her dripping wet pussy, tightening his grip on her ass cheeks.
“God, I’m going to come!” Helen moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as he dug his short fingernails into her flesh. Squirming under his touch, she felt his tongue thrusting into her, right from the start. Pleasure pulsating through her, she moaned wildly, arching her back, as she felt the first waves of her orgasm roll through her. Helen shuddered, crying out, as she was overtaken by a ferocious climax that stole her breath, her body shaking as heat sizzled through her. Marcus slid his tongue out of her quivering pussy, stroking her ass cheeks, as he laid one last kiss on her delectable flesh.
Removing his hands from her body, he sat up, his breath heavy as he gripped his big, hard cock. He aligned it with her entrance, his gaze fixed on her ass, as Helen tried to catch her breath. A deep, pleasurable moan fled her lips, as Marcus pushed his swollen cockhead inside her. Inch by inch, her pussy engulfed his entire cock, her mouth open wide as he filled her up. Slowly rocking into her, he bent his body down, running his hands up her sides. Helen might have liked the sensation of his abs earlier in the pool, but, this time, she absolutely loved it. Marcus’s manhood was buried in her depths, his hands were approaching her breasts and his warm, quick breath was giving her the chills, as she felt his muscled stomach on her lower back. He cupped her breasts hard in both of his hands, the moisture of her walls clinging to his cock, as he laid a gentle, passionate kiss on her shoulder. Helen savored the moment, but she knew that his lips on her mouth would satisfy her even more. So, she turned her head to the right and tilted it up, moaning louder by the second.
“Harder…” she urged in a raspy whisper, just before he claimed her lips. Marcus squeezed her breasts, their groans audible over the slurping sounds of his penetration. Helen reached back, feeling his shaft pulsing inside her, as his beard grazed the sensitive skin of her chin. She grabbed and held onto the back of his neck, biting his upper lip, as he rubbed his thumbs in circles around her nipples. The feel of his stiff cock, going in and out of her did not allow her to continue their kiss. Helen tilted her head down, exhaling hard, as he plowed into her. But Marcus would not lean back or take his hands off her breasts. Increasing his pace, he pinched her nipples lightly, his deep grunts so close to her ear they were sending her one step closer to heaven. She was writhing underneath him, having lost herself in the moment, as their bodies rubbed against each other. With each thrust, he was quenching her desire, the hardness of his cock sending her into ecstasy, as he pounded her hard from behind. By now, Helen was bucking wildly up against him, eager to feel every inch of his shaft in her soaking wet pussy, as Marcus stroked her breasts.
“Oh, uh, I’m going to come again, baby!” She moaned while arching her back, as his cock pulsed deep inside her. Letting go of her breasts, he leaned back, quickening his pace even more. He slammed into her, grabbing her by the hips, as their loud moans filled the room. Helen tossed her head back, overwhelmed by the feel of his throbbing cock in her pussy, as Marcus plunged into her harder. She screamed in pleasure, as her second orgasm crashed over her, making her body clench and shake violently. In a matter of seconds, he pulled out. He gripped his cock and jerked it fast, his fingers getting drenched with her warm, sticky juices, his groans resounding through the room, as he spurted his own juices over her back. Helen turned around, panting for breath, but desperate for one more of his hugs. However, she took him by surprise. Just when she put her arms around his back, Marcus tumbled onto the floor, unable to support their weight. She burst into sweet, hearty laughter, snuggling up against him, as he circled his left arm around her back. For a moment, Helen wanted to speak to him. Yet, this was not a time for words. She was content to hear his racing heart, as his chest rose up and down. Blissful to be in the arms of her hero, she savored every second of this moment, thanking fate for throwing him in her way…
23
The following morning, the young couple woke up in festive spirits. There remained one tenacious thought still troubling Helen’s mind: what Marcus and her father did, after the incident with Kendrick. They got rid of the bodies, without notifying the police. Still, it didn’t take her long to dismiss any negative thoughts. Her boyfriend was a wanted man. Had they obeyed the law, he would surely end up in a military prison. It wouldn’t matter if he was acquitted for the shooting of Kendrick and his goon. Marcus still had the charge of murdering a senior Marine officer, hanging over his head. Furthermore, if he was found guilty of killing those two men, her father could well be charged with being his accomplice. Their action was not in accordance with the law; yet, it was the only viable option for these two men to choose.
Helen went over to her parents’ house and said a quick “goodbye” to them and Patricia. A few minutes later, she picked up Marcus from his friend’s cabin and soon, the two of them left the small town of Shandaken behind them. She was ecstatic; for the first time ever, the country girl would drive across the states. Although she knew that a motorcycle would feel much more adventurous than her pickup truck, Helen would not complain. After all, the man of her dreams was there with her and they were on their way to her friends, in the sunny city of Los Angeles. Not even Helen herself could have envisioned a better scenario for this road trip.
She breathed a sigh of relief, as she drove past the point where Marcus and her father had met Kendrick the night before. It was utterly empty. There was no police presence whatsoever. Before she could leave the spot however, his voice tore the silence.
“Stop the truck; gently,” he said, using a slow voice, intriguing her.
“What is it?” Helen asked.
“I’ll be right back.” Marcus muttered, picking up a small bottle of water from the car floor, as she eased on the brakes. Helen opened her door, cu
riosity written all over her face, as he walked on the side of the road. The black tire marks that she soon noticed answered her question.
“They’re fresh.” Marcus pointed out, putting the bottle down on the road. “But, it’s the middle of the summer. If they stay here for a couple of days, it would be hard to get them off.”
Helen watched, as he took a few steps to his right, into an empty field. He bent down and picked up dirt with his hands. Reentering the road, he opened them, letting the dirt cover most of the tire marks. Then, Marcus picked up the bottle and unscrewed the lid. The dirt turned into mud, as he poured water down onto the black marks. He scraped his boot along the road first, before emptying the entire bottle. He smiled to himself, as his shoeprint was washed away, just like the evidence that could potentially get Helen into trouble. Moving around the spot, Marcus returned to the truck, as she gazed on him in admiration.
“It’s gone.” He informed, as she pulled the driver’s door shut.
“Ok, thanks, but…” She paused, gently pressing her foot down on the accelerator. “How did you know it was even mine?”
“Because: I remember everything about last night.” Marcus explained, leaning his back against his seat. “You pulled over, just behind your father’s car. You weren’t exactly gentle on the brakes.”
“I was too upset to think about my brakes, Marcus.” Helen said with a hint of sadness in her voice. “I couldn’t make out much from where I was. I just saw a couple of flashes.”
“Bad call.” He commented. “You could have been hurt. But, I can’t blame you there.”
“I’ll always remember what you did for my father last night.” She spoke, her voice low and sweet. “I love him very much.”
“Like I said, I had to do it.” Marcus sighed. “Tell me. If you love your father so much, why do you want to leave?”
“I don’t.” Her response was quick and clear. “Not anymore. I thought about what you said. I’d only consider leaving if I were to move to L.A.”
Her words put him in an awkward position. Marcus averted his gaze from her and looked up at the road ahead, clenching his jaw, before his lips curled into a bitter smile.
“I know it won’t be easy.” Helen added. “I know you’ll be risking exp…”
“You have no idea.” Marcus interjected, his stiff tone fueling her curiosity.
“About what?” she exclaimed.
“About what the government is capable of.” He explained, his voice dropping down an octave. “If they ever find out about you and me, they won’t just kill you. They’ll go after your whole family. That’s what they do, Helen. They kill the main targets first and then, they eliminate anyone close to them.”
“Jesus…” Her own voice turned into a fear-ridden whisper. “Those are mafia tactics you’re describing.”
“They’ve done it before.” Marcus claimed, staring into the void. “November, 2009. Malcolm Edelstein, a good friend of mine since the academy, discovers that ‘Iron Hawk’, a private military contractor is selling arms and ammo to Iraqi rebels. He tells his superiors, but they can’t do jack about it. They say it’s up to the Pentagon. He demands to see the Secretary of Defense. The Secretary of Defense refuses to meet with him. Malcolm threatens to talk to the press. They found him and his wife dead, the very next day. The official story is that he killed her and then turned his gun on himself. They said he was suffering from PTSD, but I knew the guy. He wasn’t. He had hardly seen any combat. He even wanted to start a family with her. They killed him. They didn’t want the public to know that the Pentagon was in bed with a corrupt company. The government would lose face.”
“Oh, my God,” Helen whispered, struggling to believe what she had just heard.
“Look, let’s just go back to L.A., alright?” Marcus suggested, his baritone picking up volume. “Think about what I said. Then, ask yourself if it’s worth the risk.”
24
Helen was facing the toughest decision of her whole life. Up until that moment, she believed that the only people in danger were she and Marcus. The idea that dating him could potentially put her loved ones in harm’s way had shocked her to her very core, making her question her intension of moving from her hometown. The mere thought that anyone would have her parents and her sister killed, simply because she was involved with a former marine both disgusted and discouraged her from pursuing her dream of living close to him. Sadly for Helen, she could no longer find comfort in the fact that there was a – slim – chance of continuing her relationship with Marcus, after the end of Michelle’s tour. Regardless of their feelings for each other, the story he had shared with her had led her to believe that things between them had to end. If Helen wanted the well-being of her loved ones, she would have to sacrifice her relationship with him.
As one would expect, her good mood was effectively ruined. She barely spoke for hours, considering her options. However, the more Helen thought about her situation, the more she believed that she had but one choice: To leave him. It was the only way for her to ensure his safety and her family’s alike. Of course, abandoning the man who had swept her off her feet would break her heart, but Helen would not act so selfishly, as to move to L.A. and endanger so many lives.
Upon his request, Helen pulled over at “Lavern Brothers”, a small diner a few miles outside Pennsylvania. Under any other circumstances, the lingering scent of grilled steaks would have lured her into that diner, but Helen was in such a terrible mood that it didn’t appeal to her at all. She left her car in the parking lot at the back and Marcus chose the table closest to the door, maintaining that he needed a good view of the traffic and the lot as well. Moments after their arrival, a young waitress walked up to their table, with a toothy smile on her face.
“Hi.” She chirped. “Welcome to ‘Lavern Brothers’. What can I get you?”
“Hey. I’ll have the veal chop.” Marcus said while focusing his gaze on Helen’s sullen face.
“Just some water for me.” She sighed, running both hands through her hair.
“Coming right up.” The waitress gave him yet another smile, as she turned around.
“You’ve hardly said a word since Shandaken.” He complained, turning his attention to Helen, as he leaned his elbows on the table. “What’s the matter?”
“Are you kidding me?” Frustration was lingering in her voice. “You practically warned me to stay away from you. What am I supposed to do, pretend like everything’s fine?”
“You had to know what you’d be getting yourself into.” Marcus told her, his voice low and calm, as he intensified his stare. “Did you want me to lie to you or something?”
“No.” Helen shook her head sideways, firmly. “It’s just that…” she faltered; “this is the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make.”
“I can understand that.” He gave her a sad nod. “I’m sorry, Helen. I didn’t mean to put you in this position.”
“I don’t want to choose.” Helen made her voice sound sweeter, leaning forward. “I don’t want this to end.”
“I don’t either.” Marcus whispered, rubbing his jaw. “I keep racking my brain and I still can’t think of a way to get out of this.”
His last statement annoyed her. Ever since she had learned his story, it had been Helen’s conviction that he should be reconnected with his father. David Donovan was rich and powerful enough to protect his only son. However, just when she was about to speak, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Olivia.
“Hello?”
“Helen!?” Tension tightened the back of her neck, as her friend’s voice came out broken.
“Liv, what’s wrong?” Helen asked, as she felt her own voice become riddled with fear.
“The investigator, honey… The police found Warrick dead this morning. They said he killed his wife and then took his own life.”
Fear paralyzed her. Helen stared into the void, eyes dark with shock, unable to force a single word out of her throat, as her blood pulsed through her veins.<
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“Helen, are you there?”
“Y—yeah.” She stuttered.
“Where are you guys?”
“We’re on our way. Bye.” Helen said very faintly. Slowly putting her hand back down on the table, she let the phone slip from her grasp, feeling tears rising up in her eyes. “My God…” Her voice came out as a choked, pain-ridden whisper, as she put her fingers to her face and pressed against her temples. “They killed him.”
“What are you talking about?” Marcus squinted at her.
“Warrick.” She whispered once more, her face lined with sorrow. “He’s dead. They killed his wife, too.”
For the second time since Helen had met him, Marcus’s calmness vaporized. Tension spread across his face, as he raised his hands in a despairing gesture. But, before opening his mouth, he slowly turned his head to the right. Looking out the window, Marcus spotted a large, black SUV. The passenger was staring at him. Then, the stranger turned to the driver and nodded to him, as he rolled up his window.
“Helen…” He uttered, returning his gaze to her. “Get up. Really slow. We’re leaving.”
“Why?”
“They’re here.” Marcus whispered, his face tightening up. “We need to go. Now.”
The stiffness on his face sent waves of terror through her. Rising from her seat, Helen cast a rapt glance out the window. Another black SUV had pulled over at the parking lot up front. No one had emerged from either car, but she could see fumes, coming out of the exhausts. Without much thought, she followed Marcus down the hall, keeping her gaze locked on him, as they passed by a few, full tables. He turned right and into a narrow hallway, looking down at her, over his right shoulder.
“Keys.” Marcus urged, approaching the rear exit. Helen pulled them out of her pocket and tossed them over to him. As soon as he reached the doorframe, his normal pace vanished. He began to jump over the few steps that separated them from the parking lot, forcing her to do the same. Heading towards Helen’s pickup truck, Marcus sprinted across the lot, as she struggled to keep up. By the time he had started the engine, Helen was opening the passenger door, panting for breath. The tires screeched and picked up dust from the ground, as he put his foot hard down on the accelerator. Marcus turned left and into the tree-lined, narrow road, checking his rearview mirror.