by Pinki Parks
“The only thing I can reveal is that Commander Riker gave me something to hold onto. There is a sequence of numbers. I have half of them and he has the other half. I have a target on my back.” One finger moved in figure eights down my back and over the curvature of my butt.
I got in and he followed me with his arms wrapped around my waist. The water felt nice against my skin. It didn’t hurt to have the man of my dreams up behind me with his manhood pressed up against my buns. We deserve a honeymoon night. Soon.
“I know this is not what you want to hear, but I’m not in the mood. My whole world is crumbling down around me and the only thing keeping me from losing it is you. I want to give you my undivided attention, but maybe there’s something I can do for you.” I was more than happy to return the favor after our little tryst on the dining table.
The porcelain white shower curtain went to the ceiling with a long angular curtain rod stretching from one side of the bathtub to the other.
I used the hand soap to slick my digits and turned around with both of them wrapped around his hot specimen. I was giving him a profound massage for one specific part of his anatomy. His hips involuntarily began to thrust through my fingers with my slippery digits making for a nice tight fit.
“I feel like there should be a law against feeling this good.” His words encouraged me to continue exploring every inch he had to offer.
“Nothing else matters. Words mean nothing unless you have the actions to back them up. I find in you the strength that I need to persevere.” He was vulnerable and his excitement was evident in his relaxed face.
“The water is hotter than I would have assumed under the circumstances. I’ve never opened myself up like this. I trust you to know what you’re doing. I know all about classified, but it hurts me a little to know that you can easily keep things from me.” There was nothing easy about it and I didn’t want him to think my silence was a reflection of our relationship.
“We knew what we were getting into. Nothing more has to be said. We both have our duties to perform, but the love we share helps us to find our way in this world. Seeing you like this with your skin glistening and your healthy appendage in my hand makes me happy.” I turned him and directed the spray from the shower to make him moan in submission. The soft sunlight coming in through the window accentuated his abs and pecks. His body is perfection.
My intention was to relieve him of the soap residue and to give into my sexual appetite for his form. The added benefit of the hot water sizzling against his member was making it easy to see that he was reaching his boiling point.
I blocked the spray of the water with my bare back, getting into a position where I could see him from below. I enjoyed seeing his equipment up close and personal. I knew that what we had was going to last. My silence brought questions I couldn’t answer.
My mouth made short work of his long and unyielding equipment. It was addictive to taste him and to see the power I had over his orgasm. The highly charged moment was electrifying. There was no substitute.
I gave him my strawberry lips and bubblegum tongue. I curled around him and let him slide effortlessly in and out of my mouth. It was satisfying to hear him grunt in response. This was a strange place, but I felt at home. This was my first taste of him since before the wedding. The honey-sweet flame of his excitement was dripping along the hot surface of my tongue.
It wasn’t just the throbbing reminder, but also the look I saw in his eyes. The man was unprepared for my oral onslaught. I was hungry for his thick piece of meat getting ready to go off like a wild hose. I had my lips sealed around him leaving the prize of my lipstick to mark my territory.
Whatever was missing in my life had been found by how Pride was getting close to me. We were finding out different things about each other every day with surprises to keep us guessing. I had no idea that he was into the art of edging. It was a sexual term to describe how a man could reach his sexual peak and stop before finding his release. Do that enough times and he was going to become putty in my hands.
He continued to buck his hips with his eyes staring at me in total denial. I knew when enough was enough and how to prolong his pleasure until there was no stopping the flood from breaking the dam. I was the blacksmith of his pleasure forging my creativity with my hands and my mouth. There was nothing fair about teasing him mercilessly.
“I probably shouldn’t have told you about my secret. It seems you enjoy yourself a little too much at my expense. I’m not one to complain not when you have my orgasm in the palm of your hand.” I was listening to his desperate tone and waiting for the right time to relieve him of the strain he was under.
I froze him with my mouth concentrating on the head and that little spot underneath it. It was gratifying to see that I had gotten that reaction from him. I was no longer ignorant of what a man desired. They were like snowflakes. No two were alike in what they hid in the darkest recesses of their minds.
He was not going to deny me what was rightfully mine. There was no hiding from my gluttonous need to consume all of him. I gave him exactly what he wanted and fed on the reservoir of heated bliss escaping his loins. I was never going to defer him to another woman to get what he wanted or give him any reason to stray.
I got back on my feet with our lips meeting at the precise moment that Victor began to knock on the door. We both burst out laughing at how we had exceeded our allotted time. It was worth it to see the look of disgust on Victor’s face when we came out with these big grins on our faces. He was shaking his head, but his expression of distaste didn’t concern us. What did he expect?
Chapter 16
Pride
Victor was exhausted and after dinner fell fast asleep on the couch. He loved to overdo his workouts. We weren’t that far behind him climbing the stairs hand in hand to the guest room down the hall. We heard giggling coming from the master bedroom. It made us smile to know that we gave them a chance to rekindle the spark.
The window was open during the night for a twofold purpose. I liked the room with a bit of a chill and was thankful to find that Bentley was of the same sentiment. We also wanted to make sure that we could hear any approaching vehicles coming down the driveway.
I was a light sleeper and stared at the ceiling with my chest exposed to the chill air tickling my chest hairs. The bed was comfortable, but I was wired tightly looking for the other shoe to drop. The military mindset gave me 10 minutes of sleep before I was wide awake. It felt like I was on surveillance staring at nothing and hoping something was going to happen. I couldn’t run on cruise control forever unstoppable in my approach without taking a moment to breathe.
We woke up at the crack of dawn to give Regis and Maria time to sleep in for the first time in a long time. They tried unsuccessfully to convince us it wasn’t necessary, but we were determined. Getting Victor up after consuming a bottle of wine wasn’t easy, but we managed to rouse him from a deep slumber.
“I wasn’t the one that agreed to this insanity. I’ve never milked a cow or collected eggs from a chicken in my life. I don’t want to start now. You two can do whatever you want, but I’m going to chop some more wood. That’s something I know how to do.” We all got dressed in the clothing that our benefactors had willingly volunteered. It consisted of denim jeans for all of us and plaid shirts in various colors.
“I actually find this a vacation from our real life. I’ve never been this stress-free. I could get used to it.” Bentley was trying to give me some idea of what retirement was going to look like.
“I can see how this can be appealing. There’s nobody to answer to and we can make our own schedules. I would like to think that we are more than capable of working with our hands. It sometimes feels like we are getting nowhere fast. A woman like you deserves to have everything she wants in life. I will do whatever I can to make all of your dreams come true.” I knew the ingredient to a good life was having a happy wife.
We finished our morning chores by
7:30 AM and adjourned to the kitchen for breakfast. Maria and Regis came downstairs to the smell of bacon sizzling in the pan. They looked refreshed and the noise I heard last night confirmed their love was still alive and kicking.
“I will be more than happy to take you to the Airport.”
“I don’t think that you should get too close. The best thing to do is to drop us off a couple of miles away. We can go the rest of the way on foot. I would rather not have any of the blowback come back on your family. I hope that we can stay in touch with one another. The brief time I have spent with you has given me a different perspective. You seem genuinely happy and you can’t ask for anything better than that.” I was always under the belief that most people suck, but they were changing my opinion.
Bentley was going to help out with the dishes, but Maria was steadfast that we get moving as soon as possible.
We got into the pickup truck and it wouldn’t turn over. The three of us looked at each other wondering if we were going to make it to the Airport on time.
“Don’t worry, this happens all the time and I know exactly how to fix it.” He had a wire hanger fashioned to keep the hood down on the truck.
Regis fiddled underneath and finally had the engine coming to life with a black puff of smoke coming from the tailpipe. He was quite elated by his experience when it came to mechanical issues. The both of them had a ‘never say die’ attitude.
We drove down the road with the truck chugging along with moments of backfire to wake up the dead. We finally came to this fork in the road a few miles from the plantation. Regis graciously gave us some supplies in a backpack. He said there were several delights, but he made us promise not to open it until we were ready to eat. I was curious, but I didn’t allow myself the luxury of going against his wishes.
“There is one thing I thought you might need.” He fished in the back and found a pair of wire cutters.
“We never told you what we were up to. I hope we didn’t put you out. We will try to return these at our earliest convenience. It gives us a reason to stop by more often. This island has a generous hospitality. You two make me think there is time for everybody to change.” I couldn’t find any fault in him and how his outlook on life was different than others.
“You didn’t have to say anything. My brother Grayson has that very same look you three have been sharing. I want you to give him a call when you feel out of your element. He has this way of procuring the most unusual things. Tell him what you are looking for and he will find it. The legalities are nothing more than red tape for him to cut through. His number is on the card I secretly placed in your pocket without your knowledge.” I’d heard rumors of this man named Grayson, but I had always believed he was an urban legend.
“You didn’t have to go out of your way. Tell your brother to expect a phone call. He may be able to help us. What is his policy for when we can’t come to him?” I pretty much knew the answer, but I wanted confirmation.
“He likes to brag that he’s better than FedEx. I’ve seen him prove it time and time again growing up. He comes by every few months to get back in touch with his roots. I think this place grounds him and he sometimes skirts the law, but he doesn’t break it. He’s always been the kind of guy who believes it’s better to ask for forgiveness than it is for permission.” I gave him a hearty handshake, but Bentley wasn’t going to let him leave without hugging the stuffing out of him.
There wasn’t much traffic on the road and when we did hear a vehicle we ducked into the foliage to avoid being detected. It wasn’t long before we came across the chain link fence. There were no wires to indicate it was electrified. There was a spool of barbed wire on the top. This was where the wire cutters we had gotten from Regis were going to come in handy. We didn’t want to get cut to ribbons by climbing over the top.
“They most likely have security patrolling the grounds.” Bentley had found a pair of high powered binoculars in the bag and I wondered what other little goodies might be lurking inside. “It looks like the plane is fueling up on the tarmac. I see the pilot, but I don’t see any passengers. They must already be on board waiting for the clearance to take off.” I was working quickly with a bead of sweat on my brow from the early morning sun at its peak.
I cut a vertical line and used a pair of gloves found at the Regis homestead to spread it open without cutting my hands. Bentley was the first one to go through followed by Victor. They did me the honor of keeping it open so that I could slither my way to the other side. We crawled along the perimeter in the tall grass.
There was a billow of smoke coming from the back door and a guard standing nonchalantly showing what minimum wage could buy. There was another one and he was stationed in the tower in case of infiltration. They really didn’t take their security seriously. They could have surrounded the building with disgruntled ex-military types looking for a paycheck.
We kept a watchful eye on those two guards while at the same time trying to verify that they were the only ones standing in the way. It seemed unusual for them to depend on only two guys to keep their clients safe from unnecessary harm.
The fuel truck was moving away and the captain emerged with his hat in his hand. He moved the back of his hand across his forehead and went across to where the security guard was opening the door for him to the inner sanctum. They both disappeared inside closing the door behind them. The captain must’ve had to use the facilities before leaving or maybe he needed his caffeine fix before getting underway.
“I don’t see there’s going to be a better time.” Victor was right and Bentley gave the all clear sign when the security guard in the tower turned his back.
We kept low and moved as quickly as we could through the foliage until we were right next to the plane. The door was open and I gave Bentley a silent cue. She didn’t hesitate and sprinted across the brief space into the plane.
“I’m getting a bad feeling about this. Doesn’t it seem a little too easy? It’s not like we have anything else to go on. You know that I’m with you every step of the way. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. That’s not exactly true. I wouldn’t mind a tropical drink in one hand and a bevy of beauties lying naked in front of me. There’s this hot spot down in Mexico, but I won’t give away too much of the story.” Victor had found himself stationed in various outposts around the globe never content to stay in one place for too long.
“We don’t have time for one of your long-winded stories. You must’ve been born under a lucky star. Your exploits are legendary. Sometimes I worry that you might be stretching yourself too thin. Having a woman in every port isn’t living.” I’d had this argument with him in the past and he was always quick to remind me that he wasn’t going to commit to one woman.
“Pride, don’t knock it until you try it.” He punched me playfully on my shoulder before dashing out into the open.
I had my eyes peeled with the binoculars to limit the possibility of being caught in the act. I took a deep breath calming the noise in my head. This cloud of confusion was bothering me. I couldn’t put my finger on the reason why I was feeling like this was going to end badly.
I had the binoculars around my neck hanging from the thin thread of the strap. I flew across the tarmac with my temples throbbing and my chest expanding with each breath. I went up the metal steps. I turned at the doorway kneeling with my hands on either side of the door. The metal was cold against my fingertips, but the sun beaming from above made up for any kind of discomfort.
My lips were suddenly dry and the backpack over my shoulders felt like it was weighted down with rocks. I fell back with my head a little fuzzy. I glanced to my side to see both Victor and Bentley lying unconscious in the aisle. I grabbed her ankle and gave her a violent shake. I crawled over top of her and touched her neck to find that she did have a pulse. It was quite strong and steady. I had to assume the same thing could be said for Victor.
I heard footsteps and somebody breathing behind me. I turned on my
back to see this individual wearing a captain’s hat and a gas mask. His eyes were cold and unforgiving. I tried to rally the forces inside me, but arms went limp. I felt the sharp sting of his polished shoe against my jaw. I looked up at the ceiling blinking several times before the darkness of unconsciousness surrounded me with an eerie chill.
Chapter 17
Bentley
I was getting tired of waking up in strange places not knowing where I was. There was a seatbelt over my chest and my fingers tried to remove it, but it seemed like it was locked in place.
“Don’t worry. You’re still alive for now. It would stand to reason you would be the first one awake since you were the first one to get on the plane. They were wrong to entrust those codes with you. I would introduce myself, but it’s not necessary. Trying to kill you hasn’t been easy. I admit the car was tampered with. You would be surprised at how many times that actually worked in the past.” I was still a little groggy and his words certainly did give me food for thought.
“You’re not part of those that are trying to cash in by capturing me alive. I became suspicious when the car went out of control. Victor and Pride would’ve been considered unfortunate casualties. You’re working for our government. You’re part of some Black Ops sent to get rid of me before these codes can get into the wrong hands.” He touched his aquiline nose and my assumption was pretty dead on.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news. Victor somehow was immune to the effects of the gas being pumped into the plane. He broke free and stumbled away from the plane. He made it as far as the tall grass before he was gunned down. I couldn’t let him inform anybody what was going on. If it helps, I don’t think that he suffered.” The news of Victor being gunned down like a dog shook me up inside but my body remained limp. I had this momentary pang of guilt for getting him involved.
There was time to grieve later when our boots were back on the ground. My abductor was dressed in a black puffy jacket with his jet-black hair split down the middle with long wet ringlets hanging down over the side of his face. I was angry and was fueling that hunger for revenge with the loss of Pride’s brother.