The two of them are all tangled up, and James is so out of it from the punch and the kick, he drags Janelle back as he tries to pull himself up. And as we watch, the doors silently close, and the elevator whisks them away to their game, their challenge, their forever.
India and I stare at each other, both of us breathing hard at the excitement. This certainly wasn’t planned, but the way the elevator doors opened and closed strikes me as a very convenient coincidence. Are elevators hooked up to the cloud now? Can someone control them remotely? I almost laugh it off, but just then both our phones beep in unison:
We’re both smiling as we check our messages, but the smiles are wiped off our faces with one word:
Run.
We stare at each other, but just then the elevator dings again. There’s no time to analyze the situation, and after I punched James’s lights out and India sent Janelle flying, any chance of a rational, civilized discussion is out the window. I don’t know if Mother and Father just pulled us back into the game or if I did it myself by losing my temper and using my fists. But there’s no time to think.
It’s time to run.
7
INDIA
We run like thieves through the hallway, excitement racing through me as Ingram grips my hand tight and busts through the fire-door into the metal stairwell. We barrel down the stairs like freaks, and by the time we step out into the underground parking lot, we’re both panting and perspiring, grinning like dogs at the park.
Ingram looks around for the exit, and I point at the red neon sign at the far end. But before we take a step, a bubble-shaped red electric car pulls up in front of us and honks twice.
I squint as I try to get a look at the driver, and I almost faint in shock when I see that there is no driver! “Um, Ingram. Ingram. That car doesn’t have a . . .”
“Sonabitch,” Ingram says with a grin. “Self-driving car! A lot of tech companies have been running tests, but this is the first time I’ve seen one.” He looks at the car and then turns to me. “You think this is . . .”
“Look at the license plate,” I whisper, pointing with a trembling figure like a ghost identifying a murderer.
Ingram looks and then turns back to me. “JSTMRD?”
He gets it just as I say it out loud.
Just Married.
8
INDIA
Our little red wedding chariot cruises through the city like we’re riding a cloud. Ingram’s holding me against his body, and we’re staring out the window like dreamy kids at Disneyland.
The self-driving car takes us downtown and uptown, past office buildings that we frequented in our old lives, through streets we walked down alone, so lost in our drive for wealth that we barely noticed the people. Had we walked past each other without noticing? Had we passed up the chance to find our forever many times before? Is that why Mother and Father took it into their own hands to cross our paths, cross our hearts, slap us across the head with our forever?
“I love you, India,” Ingram whispers as he kisses my neck and slowly turns my face toward his. I smile as we kiss, and then giggle when heavily tinted screens slide up on all the back windows, giving us our own little honeymoon suite.
“I love you too, Ingram,” I whisper, sighing as the adrenaline slowly drains from my system. I feel my body relaxing in Ingram’s arms, and slowly I allow myself to believe that we’re truly at the end of the game—and finally at the beginning of our own story.
“What a helluva story to tell our kids,” Ingram whispers as he runs his finger along my neck and teases his way down my cleavage.
My nipples stiffen to big points that stick out like arrowheads through my red dress, and Ingram groans as he pinches them through the cloth. Soon he’s kneading my breasts with his big hands as my body sways, my back arches, my lips tremble. I’m already wet beneath my dress, and when Ingram pulls down my straps and pushes up my bra, I almost come just from how his warm breath feels against my bare breasts.
Ingram carefully takes my left nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly as he slides his hand between my legs and massages my mound through my dress and panties. I lean back and spread for his touch, and when it comes again, I come too.
“Oh, shit, Ingram!” I gasp, my eyes going wide and then rolling up in my head as his strong fingers jam my panties into my pussy as he rubs me to climax. I’m so wet I can smell my own sex heavy in the air, and the scent heightens my orgasm in the most filthy way.
Ingram seems to have noticed the feminine scent of my heat too, because with a growl he’s pushed my red dress up past my hips, ripped my panties down the side-seam, and has got his face deep in my crotch,
“You taste like heaven,” he whispers as he licks me all over, sucking my clit, fucking my cunt with his tongue until I’m panting like an animal. I come all over his face when he spreads my slit with his fingers and licks me with long, broad strokes while tapping my clit, totally ringing my bell like a good husband.
He goes up on his knees, my wetness still on his lips. I just smile as I reach for my husband’s painfully swollen crotch, and when I unzip him he exhales in passionate relief. I turn and lean against the door, letting Ingram straddle me as I get his pants and underwear down far enough to free his beast of a cock.
He’s so damned hard he’s dripping thick pre-cum all over my boobs before I even get him into my mouth. Of course, it takes me a minute to get him all the way into my mouth, he’s so thick and long.
“You all right?” he whispers, stroking my hair as he steadies himself and looks down lovingly at his wife with her boobs out, her naked crotch wetting the seat, her big brown thighs spread wide.
I nod as Ingram pulls off his jacket and shirt, and I almost choke at the beautiful sight of his bare body, those raw muscles all pumped and primed, a chest like a barrel, arms like cannons, a stomach flat like a cutting board. He’s all man, and he’s all mine.
Slowly Ingram moves back and forth in my mouth, and I take deep gulps of air through my nose as he goes faster. I manage to open my throat all the way, and with a groan he pushes his cockhead down. He’s so peaked with arousal it’s driving me wild, and I suck hard as I reach beneath him and gently cup his heavy balls.
That tender touch while I suck him hard takes Ingram over the edge, and he punches into the ceiling fabric and rips it up as he comes down my throat with a roar. With his other hand he grabs my hair and holds my head back as he finishes, and I swallow as much as I can before gasping and pulling away.
Ingram drags his throbbing cock down along my breasts, coating my dark nipples with his white semen like a beast marking his mate. Then he’s back down between my legs like he’s still hungry for my sex, and when I feel his hands slide under my ass and spread my buttcheeks, I slide down onto my back and let him spread my legs so wide I’ve got one foot up near the back windshield.
He fingers me in both holes, getting me so hot and wet I’m thrashing and mumbling, writhing and wailing, coming again and again like a switch just got flipped. Then I feel him line that cockhead up against my slit, and I gasp when I realize how hard he got for me again, how hard he’s gonna take me again.
9
INGRAM
I want to take her hard, but I force myself to stay in control. She’s the perfect size for a man like me, but after all the adrenaline and action of the day I need to pace myself.
But it’s fucking hard to hold back from taking my wife like I want, I think as I slide into her magnificently warm pussy and flex inside her so I can feel her inner walls. She’s soft and smooth, tight around my cock like we’ve been designed for each other. I just came like a racehorse in her mouth, but my balls still feel heavy and ready, like I’m only just getting started.
I slide my hand around the back of her head to support her, and then I brace myself and start to pump. The feeling of entering her so deep while I gaze into her eyes is almost too much to handle, and I grit my teeth as I try to hold back my orgasm so I can savor this moment.
She’s coming too, screaming and thrashing as she claws at my bare chest like a curvy little she-beast. I slam into her one last time and hold myself there balls-deep, my muscular ass tensing up as I empty into her until she overflows down my shaft and balls, all over the car seat that I hope isn’t real leather.
We come together like unicorns mating in the clouds, and finally I collapse on my curvy bride, smothering her with my heavy body, panting against her neck, grinning like a fiend.
“Holy crap, is this what I have to look forward to every day and night for the rest of my life?” I whisper as I nibble her ear and nuzzle her neck.
“Or the rest of my life, whichever ends first,” she says.
My back stiffens at the response, but I refuse to allow myself to think about Mother and Father and the game. Since it’s past sunset and we’re still alive it means we’re done, right? Maybe they even return our money, now that we’ve learned our lesson. Though I’m almost looking forward to the challenge of working my way up from scratch again. Like the saying goes: It’s the journey, not the destination.
Just then both our phones beep, and I grab mine and check as my pulse races.
You’ve arrived at your destination, but the journey goes on forever. Congratulations. Love, Mother and Father.
I try to make sense of it, but I’m distracted by a slew of new messages from my accountants and lawyers and everyone in between.
“My billions are back,” I say softly, scrolling through the messages in disbelief. One look at India and I see that she’s got her stuff back too, and we collapse into each other’s arms in relief.
But the relief isn’t so much that we got our money back, it occurs to me after some reflection. We’re relieved because it means the game is over. It means we learned what we needed to learn. We found the source of true wealth, and the money means nothing in comparison. Hell, I’m tempted to give it all away, in fact! Fuck, maybe I will! Hayes would laugh his ass off! What’s up with Hayes, anyway? Bastard hasn’t returned my calls or texts. Where did he disappear to?
“Where do you want to disappear to?” India whispers against my cheek as the car makes a loop like it’s waiting for instructions.
I raise an eyebrow and grin when I remember that being a billionaire does have some perks when it comes to honeymoons. “Anywhere my wife wants.”
India thinks a moment, and then she whispers in my ear.
I look at her to see if she’s serious. She is, and I just shake my head and shrug.
“We barely make it out of the frying pan, and my wife wants to hold my hand and lead me straight into the fucking fire,” I grumble.
“Don’t be dramatic,” she says as I call my travel agent. “India isn’t that hot this time of year.”
10
INDIA
“I take it back. India is hot as hell this time of year,” I say, adjusting my oversized sunglasses and pulling my hat down so hard they’ll have to cut it off me.
Ingram isn’t faring much better—he’s a bit burned even under his gorgeous tanned skin. We packed light and flew fast—before we had to chance to question why we were headed to the one place on Earth that we should have avoided, considering the distinct possibility that James and Janelle are somewhere here hunting for Mother and Father. They must have tried hunting for us first, of course. But now their deadline has passed—International Date Line or not—which means we’re no use to them. And they’re no danger to us.
Maybe that’s why we’re here. Both Ingram and I feel the need to face Mother and Father. Not to confront them but to thank them. To express gratitude for teaching us things we didn’t have the good fortune of learning from our own parents. Of course, unless we hear from them, we don’t know where to look. In the meantime, I guess we’ll express our gratitude in other ways.
“I think this is it,” Ingram says, stopping at a gray building that I think was originally painted white. “Come on.”
We head up the stairs to the small, stuffy office with a slow ceiling fan that’s only pushing hot air around the room. The woman at the desk looks up at us and frowns, like she’s certain we’re lost.
“You guys take checks, right?” Ingram asks with a beaming smile.
The woman nods slowly, like she still isn’t sure what’s up. I glance up at the sign, squinting to read the English translation in the corner. Looks right. This is the charity Ingram and I agreed on. And judging by their run-down headquarters, we chose right. We’ve seen so many charities with lavish offices that make it clear the money isn’t going to those that need it. Just like in the business world, it’s the company with the modest offices that’s the most motivated to deliver value to the outside world.
And that’s what Ingram and I are ready to do: Contribute to the outside world, I think as we hand over our checks and watch the woman’s expression change from confusion to shock to distress to pure joy.
And it’s only because we sorted out our inner world that we’re able to so freely give our wealth to the outside world.
There’s a lightness in our step when we get back outside, and I take my hat off and breathe deep as we walk through the narrow, crowded streets of this Indian city. We kept enough money to enjoy our vacation and then some, but we’re no longer millionaires.
We’re just a happily married couple who got a head start from Mother and Father.
11
ONE YEAR LATER
INGRAM
“Nothing from Mother and Father? Nah, nothing here either,” I say to Hayes over the phone. I finally got in touch with him after almost a year of silence, and boy was I shocked to find out Hayes and Hannah gave their money away just like we did!
“Actually they outdid us,” I complain to India after hanging up. “They gave away every last bit and committed to working their way through life. It’s surreal. Hayes Henley is the head waiter at an Italian restaurant—and get this: He fucking loves it!” I shake my head at being outdone by my old buddy, but then I smile when I hear our quadruplets all wake up at the same time.
“At least I outdid Hayes where it counts. He only managed triplets,” I say as we both head for the kids. I scoop up Ina and Ingrid while India cradles Istan and Iron against her breasts that are so full with milk I’m drooling like a sick, perverted bastard.
“Didn’t know you guys had a sperm competition going,” India says with a eye-roll. But her eyelids flick wide open and stay open when she sees the rise in my crotch as she bares her breasts to feed our hungry little critters.
Ina and Ingrid doze off in my arms, and I gently put them back in their rockers before heading to my post-pregnant wife who’s glowing like an oasis in the desert of my world. I kiss her neck from behind as she feeds our babies, and soon I slyly reach under her loose dress and gently massage her mound through her panties.
She’s wet for me in a moment, and I silently grind my cock against her soft ass until she’s pushing back against me and getting me harder than the stone wall of the country farmhouse we decided to make our home. We wanted to raise our kids away from the city, and this worked out perfectly. I never thought we could work the land, but it came so naturally I wonder if it was in our blood.
But soon the blood leaves my brain to fill my cock, and all my thoughts dissolve in an ocean of pure bliss when India tucks the kids away, raises her arms, and lets me suck on her milky breasts like the dirty Daddy I am.
I drink her sweet cream until she gasps and goes limp in my arms, and I smile and carry her outside to the open porch that faces the backyard forest. I only bring her out here when I know it’s gonna get too loud for the kids, and when she feels me rip off her milk-stained dress and yank her pant
ies off her wide hips, she leans against a pillar and pushes me down to my knees.
“Down, boy,” she mutters as I grin and lick her between the legs.
“Careful, little girl,” I growl as slide my tongue into her and reach around for that divine ass that’s even more luscious from the weight she gained from carrying four of my babies around for nine months. “I’m a wild animal, not a fucking house pet.”
“I’m the mother of your children,” she gasps, curling her tongue over her upper lip as I bring forth her wetness until the tang of her cunt overwhelms the sweetness of her cream in my mouth. “You’ll do what I say.”
I slap her thighs in response, and she yelps and swats me on the head. I grin and do it again, smacking the sides of her bottom and then grabbing her ass and spreading those cheeks as I look up at her.
“Well, I’m the father of your children, and you’ll obey when I command,” I growl.
“You’re not very scary when you’re down on your knees, milk all over your beard like a filthy—”
But India can’t finish, because in one swift movement I bring her down to her knees, and before she can say “Filthy Father” I’ve get her spread across my lap, ass in the air, and I’m spanking her good and hard with rough farmer’s hands.
She screams into the depths of the forest as I tame the she-wolf in her, and then I’m inside her from behind, her ass taming the alpha wolf in me.
I come hard like I always do, emptying my balls deep in her ass, filling her until she overflows. I rub her from beneath, but she’s already coming, and I just smile and finger her until she goes over the edge like a freight train running out of track.
I stroke her hair and kiss her neck, flattening her with my weight as I collapse on her from behind. Then I caress her sides, massage her body, and kiss her lips as we enjoy the peace of the woods.
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