“Why do you keep bringing that up as if that’s something to be proud of? We were sex starved United States Senators back then who had to have it all the time. That wasn’t a good thing. It was wrong, Crader. It was immoral. It wasn’t the way to go.”
Crader exhaled. “I didn’t say it was. But I need what I need.”
What an infuriating man, Dutch thought. He thought he was bad, but Crader took the prize. Talk about complicated. Complicated wasn’t the word to describe this man! “Have you told Loretta about this need of yours?” he asked him.
“No. How can I tell her a thing like that?”
“But you’ve been faithful to her?”
“Yes. And I will be. She’s my wife, and I can’t lose her.”
“Then you’d better start behaving like it, Cray. You hear me? You’d better decide if variety means more to you than having Loretta. Because she won’t settle for less. I won’t let her.”
Crader stared at Dutch. He always acted as if he was LaLa’s protector. “You’re always so pure, aren’t you, Dutch?” he asked him.
“Hurt Loretta,” Dutch said, “and you’ll see just how pure I am.” Dutch stared at Crader longer, and then he walked away, unable to stand the sight of his closest friend.
Crader just stood there. And then he couldn’t stand the sight of himself either. He wasn’t going to lose LaLa, he was certain of that. But how to keep from losing her was going to be the trick.
That next afternoon, while LaLa and Crader were playing tennis, and while Walt and Nikki played Hide-and-Go-Seek, Dutch and Gina took his private plane to Boston, and then a helicopter ride to the Nantucket estate of Dutch’s childhood. The helicopter landed on the backside of the estate and as soon as it did, Gina was surprised. Dutch had told her she wouldn’t be able to guess where he was taking her, and he was right. She looked at him.
“Come on,” he said as he helped her off of the helipad and walked her toward the back entrance. When they arrived under the colonnade, Gina smiled. “Okay now, what is this about?” she asked him.
“It’s about us,” Dutch said. “It’s ours.”
“Ours? But what about Nathan Riles? You left this estate to him.”
“While he lived, it was his. But as you know he passed away a few weeks back. Which means it reverted back to me.”
“But how? Was it arranged that way all along?”
“Yes.”
“But why? You didn’t even like it here.”
“I didn’t like it because of the people. Not the house. Not the grounds. I wanted to regain ownership after Nathan passed for our baby’s sake. This is Walter Robert Harber’s ancestral home, and he has a right to inherit it.”
Gina was touched. But what about the other one? “And what about Jade?” she asked. “Doesn’t she have that same right?”
“This belongs to Walter. I’ll do everything I can for my daughter, but this will be Walt’s.”
“But is that fair, Dutch? Jade’s your child too.”
“I know she’s my child. And I care deeply for her. I love her. But I can’t pretend she doesn’t harbor great resentment toward you and Walt, and hatred, because she does. Until I’m convinced those feelings are gone, I can’t make any plans for her that includes any interactions with our baby. Or you. Not now.”
Then Dutch lifted Gina into his arms, alarming her by the suddenness. “But right now,” he said, carrying her toward the entrance, “it doesn’t belong to either one of my children. It belongs to you and I. And we’re going to go inside and turn this mother out!”
Gina laughed. “What in the world would you know about turning a mother out?”
“Watch me,” he said, as he carried her inside.
They made love for hours. It started on the verandah, and ended in the bedroom where Dutch had Gina sprawled out naked as he licked her pussy dry. For nearly half an hour he ate on her. He was naked too, stooped down, and she could see the back of him from the bedroom mirror as he pleasured her. His ass squeezed with every lick he put on her. And she loved every moment of it. She’d only been in this house once, when his mother was still alive and was voicing her displeasure with Gina, but now it felt like a different place. Back then, she was out of her depth, terrified of that hateful woman. Now she was completely in her element, resting on her back on her husband’s childhood bed, opening her legs wider and wider as his tongue careened down her pussy as if she was as sweet to the taste as soft, flowing, chocolate ice cream.
She was even sweeter to the taste to Dutch. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. His eyes were closed, and he felt drunk on her love. Every time his tongue slid down her folds, feeling every texture, he felt more intoxicated. She was swollen and red from his ravaging, and he still wanted more. And by the way she was arching and responding, she wanted him to give her more. So he did. For nearly an hour longer, he gave her more.
And by the time he stood up, and moved on top of her, ready to guide it into her, she had already cum. But as soon as his penis touched her pussy, and that electricity she always felt at his initial entry sparked again, she knew it was a brand new ballgame.
But before he could get into any kind of groove, Gina knew she had to do it now or he wouldn’t let her. He’d be too busy pleasuring her. She wanted to pleasure him.
She took him by the arms and eased him onto his back. Dutch was so pleasantly surprised that she wanted to do this, he couldn’t help but smile. That’s my girl, he said inwardly as she got onto her knees on top of the bed, and moved between his thighs.
And she began administering her brand of tongue to a dick that became more aroused and rock hard the more she licked and kissed it. She would look up, as she licked it with those same long, loving strokes he licked her with, and watched him look down at her with hooded eyes.
“Oh, baby,” he said as she did him, his voice filled with gratitude, until he couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Ride me, Gina,” he said to her, and she gladly mounted her steer. Her small body saddled him high enough on his hard stomach so that he could easily guide his penis inside of her. Once he got it safely in, Gina took over.
What Dutch loved about her style was how she knew how to take her time. She didn’t bounce up and down on him the way other women used to, or move in circles as if that would make it feel better for him when it only made it feel worse. Gina, instead, lifted up almost in a slow motion lift. She lifted up right to the ridge of his penis-head, and then she slowed slid back down the length of his rod. Over and over she did it. Dutch felt the tightness of her vagina as she moved up, and that magnificent friction as she moved down. His chest was pounding with delight as Gina did him; pounding as if it was going to burst through. And when it became overwhelmingly delightful, and Dutch knew cum was near, he eased her onto her back, and took over.
He laid down on top of her, held her tightly into his arms, as he thrust into her and fucked her long and hard. He looked at her, as she now was the one with the hooded eyes, as his penis kept pushing in deeper and deeper until he was thrusting against her deepest pocket. Her vaginal juices had her so saturated that the sloshing sound was so loud in the bedroom that Gina wondered if Dutch had already poured into her.
But he was just beginning.
For nearly an hour longer, he fucked her. He kissed her on her lips, on her neck, he moved down and kissed her on her sweet brown breasts as if he couldn’t stop kissing her. Dutch knew how to manage sex with Gina better than he’d ever managed it with any other woman, as he thrust into her hard and then softer and then hard again until she would cum, feel she couldn’t take it anymore, and then cum again. It was uncanny to Gina. And even when Dutch thrust in one time too many, and started to cum himself, she came yet again.
Dutch felt her constrictions as he throbbed and poured into her. Gina could see the veins in his neck as he poured so hard and deep into her that he looked as if he was going to stroke out.
And he kept fucking her as he poured. She was amazed by his sta
mina. Until he jerked and stretched and called her name in that loving, help me way that made her vagina throb again.
When he was done, he laid on top of her, trying to regulate his breathing. But it would be several seconds longer. Then he finally stood up on rubbery legs, went to the bathroom, and came back with a cloth. And he wiped his beloved clean.
After a nap, and another peruse around the grounds of their Nantucket estate, they were at it again. They fucked for hours. On the bed, he fucked her. In the morning room, he fucked her. On the back porch, he laid her on the hammock and fucked her so hard they almost fell.
By the time it was over, Gina was so sore, and Dutch was so red, that neither one of them could walk. So they didn’t even try. Their last place of contact was on the floor by the fireplace, and that was exactly where they remained.
Dutch pulled Gina into his arms. “In case there was any doubt,” he said, “this is our place now.”
Gina smiled and snuggled closer. They had marked their territory. Practically every area of the house. There was still lots of planning to do, lots of renovations for this to become their home away from home. But to Dutch and Gina, it already felt like home.
CHAPTER NINE
“Yes, may I help you?”
Brandy Clarke knew she was taking the risk of risks. She knew this could all backfire and her brother would be in worse shape than he was in already. But this was the only card she had left to play, and she was playing it.
“I’m here to see Regina Harber,” she said to the receptionist. They were in the lobby of the Block-By-Block Raiders organization, and the receptionist could only smile.
“She’s not available to see clients, but I can direct you to a counselor. Do you have an appointment, ma’am?”
“She’ll be wanting to see me,” Brandy said. “I’m her husband’s girlfriend.”
“Yeah and I’m his love child,” the receptionist said, wholly unimpressed. “Now if you don’t have an appointment, you can make one now, or you can leave. It’s all up to you, sweetie.”
Brandy frowned. “You think I’m playing? I’m not playing with you. You need to tell her I’m here, or you’re gonna be sorry, lady.”
“I am not about to disturb Mrs. Harber with your foolishness.”
“Tell her my name. Brandy Clarke. Tell her my name.”
The receptionist saw such a sincere look in Brandy’s eyes that it stumped her. And suddenly her pronouncement didn’t seem so far-fetched. “May I see some ID?” she asked her. Brandy, relieved she wasn’t completely turned away, gladly provided it.
Upstairs, Roman Wilkes was in his office. He ran the organization’s legal department on the second floor and every court case went through his department. Which meant he was too busy to hear himself think. His desk was swamped. His schedule was tight. But the receptionist interrupted him anyway.
“What, what, what?” he asked after pressing his desk intercom. “Be quick about it.”
“There’s a woman here to see the First Lady,” the receptionist said.
Roman couldn’t believe she was bothering him about something like that. “So what else is new, Bev?” he asked. “Handle it.”
“She says she’s the president’s girlfriend.”
Roman smiled. “So what else is new? Handle it, Bev.”
“I don’t know, Ro. You might want to at least run this by the boss. This lady looks sincere. She says if you tell Mrs. Harber her name, it’ll make all the difference.”
“Oh, yeah? And what’s her name?”
“Brandy Clarke.”
“Okay, doesn’t mean a thing to me.”
“She says it’ll mean something to the boss.”
“Yeah? And what if she’s just throwing that name out there?”
“She provided ID, Ro. Now you know me. I’m as skeptical as anybody. But I’m feeling this one may not be a throw-away.”
Roman exhaled and ran his hand across his brown, bald head. “Keep her there,” he finally said. “I’ll get back to you.”
He didn’t like it, because he was behind already, but he stood from behind his desk and made his way out of his office, up the side stairs, to the top floor. To Gina’s office.
Gina was leaned back in the chair behind her desk, and was talking on the phone. She waved Roman in when he appeared at her office door.
“I agree,” she said into the phone as Roman made his way toward her desk. “It is a lot of money. But donations have consequences. Make sure it’s legitimate money. We don’t want any Feds breathing down our necks. Right. Well, no, I’m pleased too. Especially if it’s true and all they want in return is a meeting with me. But before I consent to any meeting, get the paper trail. Make sure everything is in order.” Then she looked at Roman. “I have Roman in my office now. I’ll run it by him also. Okay. All right, dear, take care.” Then Gina hung up the phone.
“Run what by me?” Roman asked.
“Donation. Big one.”
“How much?”
“Five million.”
Roman smiled. “You’re making my day. We could finally open that career center you and I have been dreaming about.”
“I know, right,” Gina said with a smile too. “But I want some background first. I want to make sure it’s clean money. We want it all above board.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take a look at it.”
“Marge has the details. Get with her.”
“Will do.”
“So,” Gina asked, leaning back further, “what brings you upstairs?”
“There’s a woman downstairs. But get this? She’s claiming to be your husband’s mistress.”
Gina’s heart began to pound. She didn’t know why, but suddenly she felt flushed. “His mistress?”
“Right. She claims you will know her name.”
“I will? And what is her name?”
Roman hesitated, for effect. “Brandy Clarke.”
Gina hesitated this time, in that serious contemplation Roman used to love about her, but now, given that it often wasted his valuable time, just found annoying.
“You know her?” he finally asked.
Gina shook her head. “No,” she admitted. “I don’t know the name.”
“Another hoax, great,” Roman said, about to leave. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Where is she?” Gina asked.
“In the lobby.”
Gina turned on her desk monitor. Dutch had the place so high tech now that she could see every aspect of the building right from her desk. And she saw the lobby’s streaming video. She saw three people seated in the lobby. Two were men. The one woman sitting there looked young to her, but pretty.
“And she was certain I would know her based on her name alone?”
“She was certain of it,” Roman replied. “Why? She look familiar to you?”
“No,” Gina admitted, “but. . .”
“But what?” Roman was getting irritable. He was practically running BBR as it was, with clients and caseloads up the kazoo, and he wanted to get back to work.
Gina, however, was buried in her own thoughts. She picked up the telephone and dialed her husband’s number. When he finally answered, she braced herself.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey, baby, how are you?”
“I’m okay. Are you busy?”
“Never too busy for you. What’s up?”
Gina glanced at Roman. “There’s a woman over here at BBR.”
“Oh, yeah? You don’t get many female ex-cons over there?”
“We get our share. But this particular female is claiming to be your female. Your girlfriend.”
There was a hesitation on the other end that Gina didn’t like. She expected Dutch to joke about it. “What’s her name?” he asked instead.
“Brandy Clarke,” Gina replied. Then she waited for him to say, as she said, that he’d never heard of the woman before. But he didn’t say that.
“Where is she now?” he asked her.
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nbsp; Gina didn’t like the question. Why should he care where she was? “Downstairs,” she replied nervously. “In the lobby. I’m watching her on the monitor as we speak.”
There was another pause, an agonizing one for Gina.
“I’m on my way,” Dutch finally said, and then hung up the phone.
Gina’s heart began to pound, as she hung up too.
“What is it?” Roman asked, noticing the change in her.
“Put her in the conference room, Ro,” Gina replied instead. “Tell her I’ll be with her as soon as I can.”
Roman was thrown. Could it be true, he wondered. Could the saintly Dutch Harber actually have himself a piece on the side? Roman wanted to smile at the mere thought of it. But Gina looked too distress. “Will do,” he said to his old friend, and left her office.
Gina was blown away. She thought about the wonderful weekend she and Dutch had just shared, and how he was willing to suppress his awful childhood memories at Nantucket so that he could make new memories there with her and their son. She thought about the thoughtfulness he always showed toward her, even when she knew it broke his heart to tell Jade she couldn’t spend those two days with them. But he was always looking out for her. Always looking out for Little Walt. She even thought about this morning, when she woke up to the feel of his mouth eating her pussy. She remembered sighing to the wonderful feel of Dutch and his tongue, and the way he was squeezing her butt, and the way he moved up and entered her. He knew how to wake a girl up. But now, after he didn’t deny that this woman was his girlfriend, or deny any knowledge of her, he said he was coming over. He was on his way. And Gina began to wonder if this would be a wake-up call too. But unlike this morning, she wondered if it would be the kind that she did not want to wake up to.
Brandy, after being screened with magnetometers by the Secret Service and patted down thoroughly by other security personnel, was escorted upstairs to the conference room. Now she was sitting quietly at the table as Roman Wilkes leaned against the blackboard, with arms folded, and watched her. She looked at him, and realized his eyes were trained on her.
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