LifeoftheParty
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He clenched his eyes tightly for a moment before his hand went around the back of her head and he pulled her to him, kissing her slowly and deeply. “No, there isn’t. There never is with you.” He moved against her, his now fully erect shaft pressing against her belly. “I want to fuck you, doll,” he breathed against her mouth. “I want to be inside you.” He slid his hand down her hip. “In my jacket, in the inside pocket, there’s some condoms.”
“No,” she said, kissing him, catching his tongue with hers. “I want to feel you, feel all of you, I want your come inside me, filling me up.”
He groaned, pressing against her. “No.” He nudged her away from him, his passion-filled eyes clearing. “Gina, don’t.”
“But, Doug, I’m okay, really I am. I’ve always used a condom, I’m on the Pill and you’re…” She pushed back, kissing her way down the length of his body until she straddled his cock, her pussy so wet she could slide right down him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” she breathed, reaching behind her to wrap her fingers around him, grazing his satiny tip with her slick moisture, her fingers stroking his balls. She tossed her head, her long hair spilling around her. “You’re the only man I’ll ever want.”
He grabbed her hips, groaning as he drove himself into her. “God damn, Gina,” he rasped as his hips pumped her, “you’re going to kill me yet, aren’t you?”
They didn’t talk after that. She just sat back and let him fuck her, lifting her up with each thrust. She leaned forward and he took a nipple in his mouth, sliding his hands up and down her breasts, biting kisses across her until he left a trail of marks. Gina moaned, letting her hair fall around him as she took his lower lip between her teeth and kissed him, his taste a mix of brandy and urgency. She slid her hands to the bed and stretched atop him, his cock still deep within her as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Come on up,” he said, pulling himself from her. He lifted her easily and settled her over his mouth. Gina braced her hands not only against the wall but also for his gorgeous assault. “Oh…my…God…” she moaned as his tongue explored every inch of her pussy, his hand kneading her ass. Within seconds she was quivering against his lips. With her climax still pulsing he lifted her from him and rolled her to the mattress, Gina crying out when he sank his cock into her.
What bliss, she thought, her legs spread wide and Doug between them, his hand caressing her cheek. How often had she thought about this, how bright her memory had remained all those long, lonely nights. She looked to him, his broad chest looming above her, his mouth crooked in determination, those incredible eyes hooded and glazed with desire. As no doubt were hers, and she stretched, her breasts arching into him. At that his eyes flared and he stopped abruptly, pulling out and lifting her from the bed.
“Where we going?” she asked from within his arms. But he just kissed her, more passionately than he had before. Gina melted into him, her fingers ruffling his hair as he took them into the bathroom. He was still kissing her when he reached into the shower and turned it on. When the water was just right, he stepped into the tub and set her to her feet.
“Here’s your answer,” he said, kissing her neck as he reached for the bar of soap. Her only commentary was a series of small sighs as spread lather around her breasts, her belly and her pussy, turning her around to run the bar between the cleft of her ass. She was fairly foaming when he set the soap down and she braced against the tile, knowing only too well what was coming. The first time they had tried it, it was her idea, wanting to get adventurous and maybe a tad kinky. The subsequent times had always been at her invitation. The fact that he was initiating it now was more than a little exciting but, Gina thought, arching her ass, also just as telling.
Doug crouched behind her, kissing the soft mounds of flesh, his lips lingering to leave a mark or two. Gina’s clit throbbed as he nipped and kissed her, her ass slightly swaying as she felt a trail of something cold and very slippery slide down between her cheeks. As the water rained over them she squirmed in anticipation as he rose to his feet and, grasping her hips, crouched slightly before he slid his cock into her pussy.
“Christ, Gina,” he rasped, “how I missed fucking you.” And then he did, pumping her with rising urgency, faster and faster as his balls lightly peppered her clit, pushing her once again into orgasm, and she moaned, shaking against him. Suddenly he pulled out and the tip of his cock slid to her anus, gently sinking in until he was buried as far as she could take him. Gina froze, her back arched. Doug’s finger found her clit and slowly stroked it, her insides burgeoning with such a depth of erotic fullness, she thought she might collapse. But she couldn’t, not with Doug so intimately impaling her and moving deliciously in and out, his fingers tightening around her hips. And when his breathing kicked up, when he pushed even harder into her and a low growl worked its way up his throat, she knew he was coming, feeling him pulsing, spilling deeply inside her. The thought of his juices flooding her sent her over the edge, as well as into an equal depth of rumination.
He missed fucking me, yet…
“Holy fuck,” he choked out, his cock slowly withdrawing. He grabbed the soap, washing off before he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck from behind. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She leaned back against his shoulder. “Of course not,” she said and he kissed her, sliding the soap between her cheeks. As he rubbed she flinched slightly, finding she was a little sore, more from being severely out of practice than anything else. But Doug noticed. He fell to his haunches behind her.
“I did hurt you,” he said, spreading her slightly to examine her more closely. He kissed her cheeks, first one then the other, before he turned her around and pressed his mouth to her belly. “Damn,” he said, “I’m sorry.”
She smiled, gloriously unabashed. With what other man could she be so intimately acquainted? Was there a better, more secure feeling in the world than this? She squirted a dollop of shampoo into her hand then sank it into his hair, scrunching her fingers through it. “It’s that big cock of yours. A regular menace. Maybe if you kept it in my pussy where it belongs we wouldn’t have a problem.”
He looked up at her, one brow arched.
“I’m joking, of course,” she said, standing back a bit so the water could rinse his hair. “I’ll take your cock any way I can get it. Even if it’s only…” Damn. She stepped back into the water, squirting more shampoo into her hand. “Never mind.”
He leaned his head into the spray, furiously scratching the lather from his head before he rose. “What?”
She scrubbed the foam from her eyes and leveled her gaze. “Why won’t you come in me?”
He laughed, incredulous. “What are you talking about? I just did.”
“Right store, wrong aisle, sweetie,” she said, standing into the spray. “I think you know what I mean.”
Doug stiffened. “No. Why don’t you clarify it for me?”
“You just told me you haven’t fucked anyone since you were with me. Excuse the observation, but I find that a bit aberrant to your usual behavior. The Doug I used to know ranked fucking right up there with drawing breath.”
He flung the shower curtain back. “Yeah, well, that Doug’s changed a bit since you last knew him.”
“My point exactly,” she said, shutting down the water. “And his newest incarnation is a bit screwed in the head.”
He snatched a towel from the bar. “Oh you think?”
“And it’s my fault. Don’t you think I know it?” She sighed heavily, stepping from the tub. “Listen, you’re gonna have to talk to me sooner or later, and the sooner you do it, the sooner we can get back to normal again, whatever the hell that was. Come on, baby, talk to me.” She brushed her hand down his chest. “Please.”
He pulled her into his arms, Gina snuggling against his chest as he wrapped a big towel around them. She closed her eyes, breathing him in. Never in her life had she felt so secure, so comforted by anyone than in that moment, so nearly co
ntent. Which obviously was a bit premature as he hadn’t told her anything, though all his actions seemed portentous. He sighed, tucking her head against his shoulder, his skin warm and damp, pulling her long hair from beneath the towel.
“I almost died after you left,” he said, smoothing the damp strands.
“But the doctors told me you were fine. They said your operation had gone better than expected and you were going to make a complete recovery.”
“They were right.”
“Then what happened?”
He leaned back against the sink, Gina moving between his legs as he rubbed the towel against her back. “I think I heard a doctor refer to it as ‘failure to thrive’.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I think it’s what they say when they can’t determine why someone isn’t getting better. When there isn’t anything physical causing them to deteriorate.” He dried her front before Gina slipped the towel from him.
“When only the patient knows what’s wrong.” She dried his chest then leaned into him. “What happened to you, Doug?”
All the heartbreak in the world fell in his eyes. “You did.”
“Dear God,” she whispered, her vision blurring.
Gina moved away, latching on to the towel bar. “I should’ve stayed, no matter what. I should’ve fought and kicked and screamed, but I should’ve never left you.”
“Wouldn’t have mattered. I wouldn’t have listened. If you didn’t leave then I would’ve. As it turned out, I did, in one way or another. You know it was three weeks before I found out you lost the baby?”
“I don’t know why. I called Roark the day after it happened because you wouldn’t take my calls.”
“I know. He told me. When he finally found me.”
She couldn’t look at him, but she had to ask. “Where were you?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Yeah, I do. Tell me.”
He looked to her, his eyes dispassionate. “With Sookie.”
She couldn’t speak for a moment. “You’re joking.”
He laughed harshly. “Christ, I wish I were.”
Four years earlier, Sookie Deauville had used her one phone call from jail to wake Gina in the middle of the night, promising a retainer bordering on the ridiculous. Gina didn’t hesitate to take the case. Sookie ran an escort service whose clientele tended to lean toward the sexual preferences of the Marquis de Sade, Sookie’s own specialties minor maimings and blood sports.
These were often carried out in the dungeon of her Main Line mansion, and often with the cream of society and the electorate as clients. Defending Sookie for a raid on her house, Gina won the case by successfully arguing the escort service was independent of what went on in her mansion, as in one’s own home, consenting adults could do whatever they pleased, no matter how perverted they were perceived.
And Gina was only too aware how Sookie had polished perversion to a blinding gloss. She pulled her robe from the back of the door, slipping into it. “Jesus, Doug.”
“If it’s any consolation, I hardly remember it. Sookie stocks her bar well. But ever since then, since us, I haven’t been able to…” He clenched his eyes, scrubbing his hand over his face. “Christ, Gina, I can’t help thinking of that baby and how I never want to get close to that happening again.”
Gina leaned against the wall, feeling slightly sick. “God, how you must hate me.”
“I won’t deny that I did once, but not anymore. Still, you got to give me some time.” He came up to her, lifting her chin. “Seeing you again’s been a shock, but the alternative is a whole lot worse. I don’t want to go through that again.”
She gripped his shoulders. “Neither do I.”
“Then we’re just going to have to work at it.” He slipped his arm around her waist. “Come on, doll. Let’s get back into bed where we belong.”
After they had climbed in, Gina laid her head on Doug’s chest. “Look,” she said, her hand sliding down to his knee. “You’re getting a bruise here.”
“Where you kicked me.”
“Damn, did I do that?” She kissed it. “Crime of passion. It couldn’t be helped.”
He touched two spots on his pecs. “Like these?”
She looked to his neck. “Or that?” dabbing the spot. “Oh please, sweetie, you have nothing on me.”
She threw back the sheet and stretched out, Doug counting two bites on her neck, three on each breast and two on her left inner thigh.
“You’re a freakin’ vampire,” she said.
“You’re forgetting these.” He rolled her over on her belly. He pressed a kiss to each cheek. “One apiece.”
She pushed up, craning her neck to see. “Huh, look at that.”
“Such a beautiful ass,” he murmured, kissing it again. “Shame all our bruises couldn’t be like these.” He stuffed a pillow under her belly and spread her legs, kissing and licking his way to her clit. Gina mewled softly, savoring each stroke of his tongue, her orgasm rising slowly and sweetly, an easy roll following so much frantic rocking. Soon after she rose up on her knees, readying for Doug to slip in from behind. It was from that angle she noticed her BlackBerry and the message that was waiting.
“Doug, sweetie, hold on a second.”
He kissed the small of her back, his hand on her breast. “Now you’re checking your phone? Christ, talk about perfect timing.”
She sat down, crossing her legs. “I’m sorry, but it’s a text from Jack.”
“Oh right. Jack.” He slumped against the pillows, raking back his hair. “You think he’s getting laid now? Why don’t we give him a good dose of coitus interruptus?”
You better check your email after the text I just got, the text said. Gina did, then sucked in a breath.
“Jesus, Doug!” she cried, dropping the phone in his lap. “Look at this.”
You looked beautiful tonight, but your Big Stud’s a waste of time.
You’re still as good as dead.
“Motherfucker,” Doug said. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
Chapter Seven
DISTRICT OFFICE U.S. REPRESENTATIVE JOHN C. FALCO—RIVERBORO
FRIDAY 1 NOVEMBER
10:04 A.M.
“I should have a list of everyone at the banquet this afternoon,” said Jack.
Doug paced, eyeing the BlackBerry in his hand.
You had better start looking for a new aide. This one’s shot.
He looked to Jack. “When did you get this?”
“My phone was turned off, but it wasn’t there when I checked it around nine thirty,” said Jack, pouring coffee from a pot atop his desk. “The time stamp says 11:55, about a half hour after you got his text.”
“And almost an hour after we left,” said Gina, her arm resting atop the back of the sofa.
“I didn’t look at it again until I got in my car, around fifteen minutes after you left,” he added. “Checked it before I went to bed, and there it was. I texted you right after I got it.”
“Must have been while I was in the shower…” Gina mused aloud, her lips pursed, her eyes darting in thought.
Doug cleared his throat, handing the phone back to the congressman. “Did you get a trace yet?”
“Again, from a public place.” Jack passed Gina a mug of coffee before he regained his big leather chair. “It’s from a guest computer at the Radisson in Philadelphia. They have three conventions going on at once. Could have been anyone.”
“Except it isn’t,” said Gina, the coffee untouched in her hands. “It’s the same Yahoo! account, and they were there at the party last night.” She turned to Doug. “He’s gaining on me.”
Doug burned her a look. “Yeah? Well, he’s got to get through me first.”
And he meant it. The very thought of anyone coming near Gina almost sent him into a blind rage. He clenched his fists. But he had to remain calm, focused. His investigative training and years of practical knowledge showed him only clear and analytical thinking cracked
the case, and that advice had always worked well for him before. But when had he ever been this intimately involved? Maybe it hadn’t been wise to agree to protect Gina. But how could he have had it any other way? Because he knew damn well even if he hadn’t agreed, he’d find the weasely bastard and strangle his fucking neck.
Too late for that, he thought, taking a deep breath. He forced himself to concentrate, looking to Jack. “Time to turn this over to the squad.”
“No cops,” Gina said, horrified. “Could you imagine what that’d do to Jack’s campaign? Might as well put a target on his back.”
“Better than one being on yours.” He turned a cool gaze to Jack. “Right, Congressman?”
“You may not believe me, but I’ve told her that from the start.” He looked to Gina. “But ever the good trooper, she refused to consider it. I don’t think we have a choice now.”
“Jack, you know that’s political suicide.” Gina stood up, looking to Doug. “Besides, we don’t have to. There’s already someone on the case. You.”
Doug leaned back against the wall, amazed. She really was the best out there. Because he was, for all practical purposes, a cop on suspension, yet by corralling him into protecting her with Captain Halchak’s blessing, she had the full force of the Camden Police behind her, with none of the public record. It was a stroke of pure genius.
And all she had to do was fuck him.
“Yeah, I’m all over it, aren’t I,” Doug said dryly. “How convenient is that.”
Apparently Gina got his meaning right away. Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not what I meant.”
He turned to Jack. “Who’s been running the forensics on the emails?”
Jack glanced to Gina. “Debbie…” Looked to the tablet on his desk. “Here it is. Lamberton.”
“A friend of mine,” Gina interjected. “She’s with the CCU. Helped me out in the old days.”
The cybercrimes unit of the state police. Doug reached for his coffee, now cold on Jack’s desk. She really did have all the bases covered. “And she’s still a pal now. How convenient.” He took a sip and set it back. “Come on, Gina, we’ve got work to do.”