The Executioner: A Love Story

by Melissa Silvey

  He brushed his lips over her forehead, down her nose, and to her lips. She opened her mouth and demanded his tongue. He was hard again. Vince moved to her other nipple, and one of her hands buried itself in his hair. He groaned as his hips grinded into the bed. When he looked over to find her other hand had already found Jordan’s shaft he was jealous.

  But he knew what he could do to make Jordan jealous. He undressed quickly and moved between her legs. He worked his tongue like he never had before. He licked in circles, up and down, and flicked at her clit. He got the same response as the night before. Her body shook, and her hips came off the bed, shoving her juicy little hole into his face. Jordan found her nipples; at least he remembered that. Arianna was out of control. She wiggled against Vince, demanding more. So he shoved a finger inside her. Her thighs shook and clenched around his face. He knew she was about to have another orgasm.

  His tongue joined his finger inside her. She pushed against him in rhythm. He had to get inside her. Jordan fumbled to remove his pants, and Arianna was beyond the point where she could help him. Vince slid up her body agilely, and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped Jordan’s jeans.

  Jordan didn’t freak out. He released Arianna’s mouth to undress, and Vince quickly took his place. He kissed her with all the lust he felt. She tasted herself on his lips and it turned her on even more. He lay on top of her, his manhood shoving against her pubic mound, and she met every thrust.

  He pulled away long enough to beg her, “Please can I fuck you?” She didn’t look toward Jordan, but she reached for him, and found his cock hard and ready for her. She took it, held it, and rubbed it as she’d learned they both liked last night. He fell onto his knees beside her.

  “Yes,” she whispered, and stared deep into his dark eyes. He knew he had a condom somewhere. She didn’t take a birth control pill, he watched for it.

  “Are you on birth control?” He had to ask.

  “Yes,” she answered again.

  “Good,” he said as he used his hand to aim against her glorious opening. He didn’t even care if she lied, he would happily be the father to her children. He saw her rubbing Jordan’s penis, and he fumbled with her breast. Jordan’s eyes were closed, and although he tried to remain in control his mouth was open in a wide O.

  He slid into her and he groaned loudly. Her body welcomed him with a shiver and a loud gasp. Her face mirrored Jordan’s. He enjoyed the sight for several moments, until he met her final defense. She didn’t stiffen up; she didn’t ask him to stop. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him. He felt a pop, she cried out, and he closed his eyes and covered her mouth.

  He loved kissing her. He loved the taste of her, every inch of her. He loved her muffled noises. He even liked Jordan’s noises.

  Jordan watched Vince enter Ari, and her reaction to it. It made him want to try it himself. And he moved without realizing it against her hand. He wanted to be the one inside her, not Vince. He knew it would hurt her a little, it was her first time, but he wasn’t expecting the loud noises they both made.

  Vince tried hard to hold back, to be gentle. And he succeeded. He made love to her so slowly he didn’t think he would orgasm. Until he felt her muscles tighten around him, and he heard Jordan moaning loudly. He waited until she climaxed, and he did too. He arched his back and let out a loud victory cry. Then he fell onto her and tried to catch his breath.

  “You’re heavy,” she complained. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. Jordan tried not to freak out when he saw the blood on the bed, he knew it would happen. But there was so damn much of it. And he wanted to lie down and relax beside them, but he didn’t want to lie in her blood. So he made his way to the bathroom as Vince continued to kiss her. When he returned Ari rested her head on Vince’s wide chest, and his hands were clutching her hair.

  “God I love you, princess,” Vince exclaimed.

  “I love you too,” Jordan mumbled as he climbed into the other bed with his computers.

  Vince held Arianna and listened to her breathe, and Jordan typing away on the other bed. He couldn’t remember a time when he was so happy, since he was twelve anyway. But he didn’t linger long. “We need to clean up and eat. Our food is probably cold.”

  “Okay,” she said as she nodded her head against his chest. When she sat up and saw the bed she flipped out. “Did that come out of me?”

  “Yes princess. You were a virgin, remember?” She was twenty-six, he didn’t think he’d need to explain that to her.

  “I know, but there’s so much. I thought there might be a few drops, not like I was about to bleed to death!” She jumped out of the bed and ran to the shower. Vince stood slowly, and stretched and flexed his unbelievable physic. He wanted Jordan to notice, but he continued to stare at the damn screen. So he joined Arianna in the shower.

  Jordan didn’t frolic in the shower with the other two. The less he had to see Mr. Muscles naked, the better. Vince didn’t seem to mind showing off his body constantly; but it made Jordan nervous. It brought back horrible memories; memories he’d rather leave buried.

  So he decided to keep working. Monitoring Wolf’s cell phone proved to be useful after all. He made a call directly to the Secretary, and Jordan had her cell phone number. Thankfully the government had not found his back-door into their system. He still had access to all of their records, and everything he could hack.

  From one little cell phone number he found the Secretary’s private IP address, and began to break into her home computer system. There were firewalls and security protocols, but he thought it shouldn’t take long for him to crack it and gain entrance into all her files. He just needed time.

  He decided to let the program run, and help himself to the food Hercules provided. Besides that, the farther he was from the wall that separated the headboard of his bed from the bathroom, the better he would be. He was tired of hearing Ari’s high pitched giggles, and Vince’s low growls.

  He ate alone; and he stewed. If he wasn’t so shy he could be in there with them. They wouldn’t reject him, not even Vince. He didn’t have long to think about it, though, because Ari and Vince came out of the bathroom together, both wrapped in towels and nothing else.

  “I’m starved,” Vince exclaimed, and sat down on the bed that held Jordan’s gear. At least he was semi-covered, Jordan thought as he tried not to stare at Vince’s chest.

  He grabbed his sandwiches out of the bag and ate heartily, even though it was cold. Ari sat at the table across from Jordan. “You should have showered with us,” she said happily.

  “I’ll shower later.” He tried not to pout, or sound upset. He didn’t want to be angry. But Ari frowned when he said it. He didn’t want her to be mad. “I have the Secretary’s home IP address. I should be able to see everything on her computer soon.”

  “That’s awesome,” Vince stated. “Maybe we could find the evidence we need against her, and we can go back to DC.”

  Arianna’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. She didn’t care how much evidence Vince had on the Secretary, she wasn’t going to stand trial. Even if a District Attorney could get her immunity for her crimes, she wouldn’t last a day in the system. Jordan could see that Ari wasn’t completely happy with him or Vince at the time, but she tried to hide it.

  They heard a knock, and all three became quiet. Vince found his gun quickly, and Arianna stood between the door and Jordan. But Jordan didn’t react. “That’s for me, probably.”

  “You have a package,” the older man from the front desk, who Vince had later found out was the owner, said when he opened the door. From what Vince could tell the man never went home. Perhaps the motel was his home.

  “Thanks,” Vince said with a bright smile. He hid the gun in his other hand, behind the door. “Have a good day,” he said as he closed it. The older man simply waved.

  Vince handed the box to Jordan, and he in turn handed it to Arianna. “Open it,” he said. She grinned as she did. At least the surprise erased some of the anger from
her face.

  “Now someone knows where we are,” Vince frowned.

  “Not really, I had it shipped several different places before it came to the motel. I don’t think they’ll be able to track it, even if the purchase is on their radar. I bought it through an anonymous website.” He was upset that Vince had such little faith in him. Pretty soon no one was going to be happy in their little threesome.

  Ari had the box open and dumped the contents on the bed beside Vince. She was shocked to find a passport with her picture and an assumed name. She had no idea where Jordan found an image of her with blonde hair, but somehow he did. There were also credit cards and a driver’s license in her assumed name, and a cell phone.

  “They can’t trace the phone,” he assured her.

  “This is awesome!” Ari ran to him and hugged him. She kissed both his cheeks then planted a big one on his lips. His arms slowly wrapped around her. “Thank you so much,” she sighed as she stared into his brown eyes. She seemed happy enough now.

  Anger filled Vince’s mind, but he tried not to let it show. Arianna was happy. She was going to leave him, and she was happy about it. She returned to the bed and searched through the contents again. “There’s only one passport.” It took a few moments to sink in. She glanced from Vince to Jordan. “You’re not coming with me?” She sounded like a child being abandoned on her first day of school.

  “I have to go back to my job, Ari. It’s the best way for me to protect you.” She pouted, complete with her bottom lip sticking out and sad eyes.

  “But the Secretary knows about you. She wants to kill you. You can’t go back!” She turned to Vince, imploring him to help her. “You have to convince him that he can’t go back. It’s too dangerous.”

  “You should come back to DC with us. You shouldn’t be on your own right now.” Vince damn sure didn’t want to lose her. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but prosecuting the Secretary was the only way to keep her safe. And he needed her help. He needed her willing to help him. “I love you, and I swear the easiest way to end all of this is for you to testify.”

  “I think she would be better off hiding for a while, until I can get into the Secretary’s computer,” Jordan argued.

  “I don’t understand why we can’t all three wait here until…”

  “Until what, Arianna? There’s no fucking until anything, except until the Secretary dies. Are you going to stay in this motel until then?” Vince restrained himself. He wanted to yell at her, but he didn’t. But she could hear the tension in his voice.

  She wanted to cry. And what did she do when she wanted to cry? She ran. She said nothing, but she stood and rummaged through her bags. She found her running clothes, and hurried to the bathroom. The last thing on Earth she wanted was to be naked in front of the two of them. She had opened up to them, trusted them, and they both betrayed her.

  She dressed quickly, and before either of them could say anything she hurried out the door. Vince didn’t take long before he followed after her. As soon as she took her clothes in to change he changed too.

  She didn’t want to run with anyone. She wanted to run alone. She put her headphones in her ears, and tried to ignore him. But he grabbed her wrist, as he often did, and stopped her.

  “You can’t just run off, Ari.” Vince’s anger showed through in his words. He didn’t even try to hide it. “You know they’re after you.”

  “They don’t know where we are. I’m perfectly safe,” she argued, and ran away from him. He followed, of course, but at least he didn’t try to talk any more.

  She just ran; she didn’t have any idea where she was headed. She ran past the motel office and toward the two-lane road. She stared forward, but soon she was enchanted by the last few orange and red leaves clinging onto the trees surrounding her. Hills stretched toward the sky, creating a feeling of isolation. Why couldn’t she stay here, she wondered as she passed a dilapidated trailer with a chain-link fence that drooped more than it stood. A child played in the front yard, in jeans and a jacket, the mother sat on the porch on the phone. She would never have that, she realized as she turned away from the child’s blonde head and pumped her legs faster.

  She had let them in. She let two men into her heart. And they both deceived her. Well Vince more than Jordan; at least Jordan wanted to help her escape. He even insisted he only wanted to go back to DC for her, to help her. Couldn’t he help her on the run? He had all that gear. They could find a house somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and install all his equipment.

  She didn’t want to be alone anymore. She had a small taste of how it felt to share her life, to trust someone, to enjoy their bodies and minds. She wasn’t prepared to give it up so soon. But she had to realize, she had to be alone. Vince and Jordan both had jobs to do. Both of them could protect her better back in DC.

  She stopped in front of a small gas station, and turned toward Vince. “Do you have cash?”

  He was shocked that she spoke to him, as she didn’t face him. But he pulled out his wallet and handed her some money. “Sure, whatever you want Ari.”

  “Do you want a drink?” She asked as she headed inside.

  “Sure, a sports drink. Grape if they have it.” He stood outside by the door, watching the street. He felt uneasy for some reason, he realized. He wanted to be back in the safety of the motel room, just the three of them. He wanted to stay there forever, just like she did. But he knew they couldn’t.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ari made her way to the back of the store where the coolers were. She found a bottle of water and a sports drink, and carried it toward the counter. She saw a TV hanging on the wall, just out of the cashier’s view. The volume was turned all the way down. She wondered why they even had a TV if the employees couldn’t watch it.

  That’s when she saw the top news story for the day. An all points bulletin had been released for the three. The closed captioning allowed her to read every word the anchor said, even if she couldn’t hear it. Apparently Vince Argento and Jordan Stewart were wanted for harboring a fugitive: Arianna. Fuck, why did she have to find that out now, while they were away from the motel? Why did she have to throw a fit and start jogging?

  She tried to be as calm as possible and handed her money to the young man behind the counter. She smiled, avoided eye contact, and took her change silently. “We have to go,” she insisted to Vince as she passed him.

  “Jordan just called me. He’s packing his gear.” They ran back at a faster pace, past the trailer where the child had played outside earlier. He and the mother were both gone. Arianna wondered if she saw the news and recognized them. Was she calling 911 right now?

  “Damn it Ari, why couldn’t you just stay at the hotel? Why did you have to run off?” He couldn’t hide his anger this time.

  “Now we have to separate,” Ari stated. “They are looking for the three of us.”

  “I’m not going back to DC without you.” He insisted as they arrived back at the motel.

  Jordan closed the back of the SUV as Ari and Vince arrived. “We’re ready to go,” he stated, and walked toward the passenger side of the car. Ari saw her bags and Vince’s in the back with Jordan’s.

  “That was fast,” Ari observed as she climbed into the back seat.

  “We were all still packed. All I had to do was carry the bags out to the car. I’ve had plenty of practice.” He had his laptop and phone out again, sitting in his lap.

  “I’ll take one more look inside the motel,” Vince said, and walked toward the room.

  “We need to leave him here,” Ari said as she grabbed his bag and threw it out the window, and then she crawled into the driver’s seat. Jordan had the keys in his hand, and didn’t think twice. He handed the key to Ari, and she started the car.

  Vince heard it, of course, and by the time he was outside she had the car in reverse. Their eyes met; he was upset but not surprised. She made a split second decision and prayed she wouldn’t regret it.

  He chased her for a mome
nt, screaming for her to stop. When she didn’t he threw his hands up in the air and yelled out, “Arianna!”

  “Why did we leave him,” Jordan wondered as Ari squealed the tires and exited the parking lot.

  “He wants me to go back with him. He wasn’t prepared to take no for an answer.” She drove past the trailer, past the gas station. She felt sad for what she could have had, but even more sad that she had to leave Vince. There was no other choice for her. She couldn’t go back.

  “Turn right here.” Jordan’s GPS voice was back; another thing to disturb her mood.

  Vince cursed loudly as he stared at his bag. He didn’t want to go back inside the motel room where the evidence of Arianna’s lost virginity lingered on the bed. But he fumbled with the key and finally opened the door. Thankfully he carried it with him when he followed Arianna.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and thought. He didn’t know whom he could trust at the FBI. His boss had pressed hard to investigate the Secretary, perhaps he would call him. He couldn’t think of a single reason his boss would try to prosecute the Secretary if he was one of her minions.

  He regretted pushing Ari, but he needed to make her understand that she would be safer with him. But he couldn’t really guarantee her safety when he doubted his own. So he finally turned on the TV and tried to get as much information as possible. He really wished he had Jordan with him right now, but on the other hand he was glad Arianna had someone to help her.

  He lay back on the bed, beside the stain that reminded him: just that morning he thought he would have her forever. He would wait as long as he could, then call his boss. With Jordan he didn’t think she would have a problem evading the police. He closed his eyes and remembered that her hair smelled like coconuts, and her skin smelled like cocoa butter, and she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life.