So The Queen and CoCo sank into the suede couches, closing their eyes, catching their breath. Ping and Pong stood by the door, securing the outside.
A deeply tanned crewman dashed in. “Everybody into the phantom room,” he ordered, pushing a silver sconce on the wall that made a doorway appear in the beige suede wall. Inside was a windowless room ringed by low, cushioned benches. “The Coast Guard and FBI are boarding.”
Chapter 118
Knight leaned over The Queen, kissing her in bed. The sleek, dimly lit master suite was silent except for the soft hum of the engines beneath them as they sped south down the Detroit River toward a better forever.
“Baby girl,” Knight whispered, “I wanted you to wear your wedding gown as I make love to you for the first time as my wife.”
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled. She wrapped her legs around the backs of his knees and said, “I’d rather wear my birthday suit.”
She giggled as Shane throbbed against her thigh. Then she asked, “How did you shoot Duke like that so his blood didn’t splatter on me?”
“Baby girl,” Knight said softly, “I want you to push a delete button in your head, starting with anything that happened before this minute. Forget all about today. Everything.”
“Then I want you to promise me that you’re okay,” she said. “You look pale. And something in your eyes doesn’t look right.”
Knight’s heart pounded. The fist of stress was clenching his chest worse than ever. He kept telling himself it would go away as soon as they got to the beach. He just had to stop that ringing sound in his head and that fuzzy feeling in his brain. “Baby girl, you know I’ve hardly been sleeping, trying to get everything together.”
“No, there’s more to it that you’re not telling me. Are we still in danger? Are the feds still looking for us? I mean, I’ve never heard so many helicopters in my life.” She glanced up at the ceiling. The chop of helicopters sounded close. The silvery circles of their spotlights flashed now and again on the closed curtains. “See? You look just as worried as I feel. You’re not telling me something, just like you didn’t tell me about all that shit today.”
Knight pressed his mouth to her moving lips. They stilled. Because there was much more to come that he wasn’t about to tell her.
Somewhere between this bed and those double French doors leading out to the little patio and the water, she’d figure it out and help them reach nirvana. He could call it the final test if he wanted to, but by now he knew that she was committed to him forever, no matter what.
Her lips parted. And her tongue, reaching into his mouth, let him know that she’d much rather make love. She reached down and wrapped her hand around Shane. “This is my lifeline,” she moaned, stroking his dick. “I never want to live without you, Knight.”
“You won’t ever have to, baby girl. Ever.” His mouth wrapped around her open lips, their tongues twirling in a way that made him moan.
But the roar of boats beside them and the beating chop of the helicopter above made Knight’s heart pound and ache. His lungs squeezed. Head spun. Limbs felt light and tingly.
Her face blurred.
I’m gonna faint.
“Baby girl,” he whispered weakly. No, he had to make love to his Queen as this happened. He knew she was ready; she was always wet as an ocean. So, just like the first time, this last time, he would make her cum with one stroke, and it would all be over. For both of them.
With the stealth and aim that made him who he was in business, in life, and now in bed with his wife, he grasped the backs of her knees, and pushed them forward.
“Yeah,” she moaned, tickling her fingertips to the sides of his jaw and staring into his eyes.
He thrust Shane into that hot, tight, slippery paradise. Leaned his bare torso over her, and connected his lips to hers.
All in a split second.
Her body went limp and she shivered all at once. A soft little moan surged up from her soul letting him know she was cumming with one stroke.
He pulled his lips back just enough to whisper into her mouth, so that the air in his lungs would mix with hers as they took their dying breath. “We’re going to heaven together, baby girl.”
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned deeply, sucking on his bottom lip. She was panting, and breathing his air deep down.
His heartbeat was so out of whack, it was making static in his ears. Yeah, his dick felt phenomenal inside his Queen, but every stroke was sapping his energy. The roar in his ears grew louder. Or was that a chopper? Was he hallucinating that voice that said, “Come out with your hands up.” Knight’s heart was exploding with panic and passion all at once.
Gotta make this so good. The perfect ending to the perfect romance.
He thrust harder and she sucked his breath in deeper. Her eyes were closed, and her body was one with his. He was now safe.
Now, I can let go.
He envisioned the tight pink ball of muscle that was his heart. He imagined it never hurting, never making him worry. He imagined it still and peaceful, his spirit floating up with The Queen’s soul up to an eternal playground where they could make love for infinity. He closed his eyes and let that fuzzy, roaring sensation. A numb like, tingling sensation took over his mind and body.
And suddenly his heart stopped hurting.
Chapter 119
“Knight!” she screamed. Shane was still inside her, hard as a rock, pulsating like he was cumming. “Knight! Wake up!” She pressed her face into his neck, to feel for his pounding pulse. The hot skin against her face was still.
He’s dead. And he knew he was gonna die right now.
“Muthafucka!”
The roar of boats around them, those damn choppers overhead, and the rage and horror in her head fueled her body as she ran out through the double French doors. She did not feel the chill of the September night on her bare skin as she stepped onto the three-foot ledge designed for watersports. It was smooth plexiglass with a lip that went into the water.
Tonight it would serve a more morbid purpose. She kicked open the gate leading to the black water. From the ledge, she grabbed a boogie board and some rope. She threw them into the room. Then she yanked Knight’s arm, to pull him off the bed, but his 275 pounds and six foot, seven inches of African god did not budge. So she pulled harder.
The clock on the nightstand said 3:05 a.m. Someone on the crew had to be awake, driving this boat. But why all the frantic footsteps upstairs? Did they hear her scream?
If they come down here to stop me, I’ll shoot.
The Queen laid the rope on the floor under the boogie board. She found superhuman strength to pull Knight off the bed, and onto the board. She tied the rope around his chest then dragged him through the doors onto the ledge.
She felt dizzy from all those boats zig-zagging around them, the choppers, the floodlights, and that amplified voice saying, “Come out with your hands up!” She was so glad the crew wasn’t coming down here to bother her.
I told Knight I would do this. I told him.
The Queen positioned his legs so they were already in the water. He was facing up on the boogie board, slippery against the plexiglass. Her whole body trembled as she laid on Knight so she was facing down, pressing her pregnant belly into the warmth of his. With trembling hands, she tied the rope around her waist, fastening it on the small of her back.
She hummed their wedding song as she pressed her ear into the silence of his chest, where his heart should have been beating. Riding him like a surfboard, she pushed her palms into the plexiglass and wrapped her arms around his beautiful, dark-chocolate muscles.
And together, as one, they slipped into the icy black infinity.
Epilogue
The fresh-cut pineapple felt sweet and cold on her tongue, but Knight’s fingertip was soft and warm as The Queen bit down.
“Gotcha,” she giggled as they lay side by side on the plush chaise. The turquoise water stretched to infinity before them as the sun sizzled on their bare
backs and asses.
Knight loved how she sucked his finger into her mouth as he flipped her on her back.
“Oooohh, yeah,” she moaned, trembling as her pussy pulsated around Shane. “Make me cum with one stroke every time.”
“Sssshh, Mommy,” he teased, “don’t wake baby Prince.”
They glanced over at the white bassinet in the shade of a palm tree. His eyes were closed tightly on his plump, beige face; the gentle ocean breeze jiggled his wild shock of black curls. Knight’s whole body tingled with pleasure.
This was Manifest Destiny, live and in color.
He tingled even more with the sexual, emotional, and spiritual thrill of it all. He had all the money he needed in the bank, thanks to Jamal’s agreement to buy Babylon and keep it going for the right reasons. His body was relaxed; the chest pains had disappeared the moment they had arrived here on this private island a year ago. All thanks to Ping and Pong, who’d executed the underwater rescue a year ago with perfect precision.
They had plucked him and The Queen from the black depths of the Detroit River, put them on the cigarette boat, then whisked them to yacht number two, a short distance down the river. Knight didn’t die; he merely passed out with relief that they’d made it out of Babylon alive. And once The Queen regained consciousness on yacht number two, and he’d explained Manifest Destiny, she’d been thrilled to learn that a glorious, safe new future awaited them.
Now Ping and Pong were here on the island, up at the luxurious house just a short walk up the trail from this beach. Knight’s mother was loving her private cottage nearby.
“Make love to me all day,” The Queen whispered, “my beautiful African god named Knight.”
“Love you to the infinity,” he whispered as he thrust gently and stared into her lusty eyes. “Right here in paradise, baby girl.”
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