by Raquel Belle
After that I go in search of food. I find a Thai place that has some kind of green curry with shrimp so I get two of those and also some grilled line fish…looks like it’s seafood night. I also get some deep-fried calamari rings and fries.
When I get back to our room I’m expecting to hear the television blaring and Deanna laying on the couch, but it’s quiet. I set the food down on the table and look for her.
I find her sitting in her underwear and a t-shirt, cross-legged in front of an open bar fridge. Her hair is still slightly wet, the way I like it.
I know she knows I’m here, but she doesn’t say anything, she just keeps staring at the mini bottles of booze.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” she gives me a sad smile, “I don’t think I do,” she raises her brow, “I think you fucked it all out of me.”
“Then why are you sitting there?”
“Oh, I don’t know…maybe I just like knowing that I’m in control…that I don’t have to do it if I don’t want to.”
“You were great tonight,” I say.
“I know,” she says the words so softly, like she hates herself for it.
There’s more I want to say. I want to tell her how I feel. I want to ask her about her life, instead I go over and sit down behind her. I put my legs around her and hold her.
She breathes a delighted sigh and nestles into my chest. I nuzzle her hair and breathe in her scent. I kiss her neck. We sit like that for a while.
“You want to do a puzzle with me?”
“A what?”
I pick up the box next to me and shake it.
She laughs, “For real?”
“Uh huh, cats in a theme park.”
She turns in my arms and pushes me down so she can crawl onto me. She kisses me—slowly and comfortably, in a familiar way, like we’ve been together forever. She gets her fingers into my hair and does it again. I start to get hard but she suddenly pulls herself to a crouch with a mischievous smile.
“Puzzle time with Deanna!” She taps me on the nose, grabs the box and runs over to the table. She’s adorable.
I find myself laughing, that was easier than I thought it’d be. I go over and sit down. Deanna tears open the packaging and dumps out all the pieces, then she sits on my lap.
“Okay, so what are we doing here? It’s probably been a couple of decades since my last puzzle,” I say.
“You just start with the corners and the edges. Once you’ve got the frame then you can start to fill in the picture.”
I laugh to myself, that’s kind of the way I feel about Deanna right now…all I’ve got is a frame.
***
We didn’t spend too much time on the puzzle that night. After struggling through it for a while we both looked at each other, laughed, and decided we’d finish it some other time. In my mind it was simply a way to hold her, comfort her, and perhaps distract her enough to remind her that normal life was still out there…somewhere.
We had some dinner after that—in front of the TV the way Deanna likes. It turns out that I chose well with the seafood because she loved the calamari and the shrimp.
At one point, while cuddling on the couch, I did bring up the issue of not having worn a condom earlier in the car. Deanna dismissed it by telling me that it’s a lot harder to get pregnant than most people think. Everything has got to be just right and the odds are that there’s probably nothing to worry about if it’s just that one time.
She said that most people try for up to a year to make things happen for them, then she joked that unless I was packing magic jizz, we were okay.
If she’s cool with it, then so am I.
Nonetheless, I resolved to always keep at least one rubber on me for as long as we’d be together. The way we were going, you could never tell when we’d end up having sex. I kind of liked that about us.
We didn’t have sex that night though. We’d both had exhausting days and we needed to be up early in the morning. We were going to hit the road again with a five-hour drive to middle of nowhere—Arizona.
After our nightly rituals we got into bed, Deanna threw a leg and an arm over me—the way she does, she put her face in the curve between my neck and shoulder, I had my arm around her…and that’s how we drifted off to sleep.
In the morning we woke even more tangled together, and in that moment I felt like I wanted to wake up tangled with her every morning after, forever.
I didn’t say it though. I knew she wasn’t there yet, it was too soon and she was still holding back.
We readied ourselves for the day, showering, changing and everything in between. We packed up, loaded the car with all the stuff we’d brought with us—except the puzzle—that would be waiting for us when we got back. We had breakfast with Anton at the hotel restaurant, he wished us good luck and then we set off.
The weather looked great for a long drive. It wasn’t until we were on the open road and out of the city when the thought occurred to me that Deanna didn’t need to be with me for this part. She could just as easily have stayed in LA and hung out for the two days I’d be gone.
I was taking her because I wanted her to be with me. I didn’t want us to be apart. She hadn’t even asked me where we were going or why. If that was her instinct then it meant that she was with me in this for the long haul. She wanted to be with me too. And if that’s what her brain was telling her, why wasn’t her heart telling her the same thing?
We pass the time with Deanna playing me her favorite songs via the Bluetooth on her phone. She’s a rock ‘n roll girl. She explains about the origins of the bands and their careers…things like that. Today, the stories she tells are always about other people, never her—last night really shook her up.
With me, almost every story I’ve got, I can’t tell, so I let Deanna do the talking. It’s educational.
The music she listens to is very introspective. They’re all lyrically enigmatic. It’s reflective of her personality. Lots of 90’s bands.
I listen to her talk and to the music she plays, but what I’m really thinking about is whether I’ve still got what it takes to get this done.
These blackouts I’ve been having certainly aren’t encouraging. I wonder if I should even be driving? What if something happened while I was behind the wheel? I could be risking her life. I want to believe I’d have enough presence of mind to pull over in time.
So far there’s always been a few seconds where I’m still in control.
And what about the mission itself? I’ve come up with something they’ll never expect, but can I pull it off? Two years ago, when I woke up in that hospital it was like my body had been fed through a wood-chipper. Yeah, I did the rehab, I’m in working order, but I’ve been on the bench for a long time. The physical memory of being in action is gone.
You can only stay the best by being the best…and I haven’t done much of anything since my recovery. You stay sharp by being in play, your skills stay honed by using them.
My mind is plagued with doubt, but I try to shove it aside and concentrate on the job at hand.
About three-hours into the drive I think Deanna starts to sense my mood because she begins pawing at me, making funny noises and massaging my cock through my pants.
She makes me laugh, trying to shake me out of my somber thoughts with her weird faces and her teasing. It works, I feel myself smile, and I realize that I’ve been too quiet for too long.
I’m glad she’s with me.
We decide we should stop for a quick lunch and to refuel. Deanna picks out a rest-stop and I take the exit.
It’s one of those places that are like a little oasis for travelers. It’s just off the 10, designed for people who’re making a long trip. It’s got gas-pumps, a diner, a convenience store, even a small clothing store.
I count fifteen other vehicles as I pull in to the parking lot.
We get out of the car and join hands when we start walking towards the diner, then Deanna tugs on me to stop.
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“Feel like working up an appetite first?” She gives me a naughty look.
“Where? The ladies room?”
“Oh, come on! That’s so run of the mill, and there’s germs! I’m sure we can do better than that,” her face lights up with with glee. She starts walking with intent and pulls me along with her.
We go to the clothing store. A bell rings when I push the door open. There’s no one behind the counter but there are a handful of people browsing the clothing racks. The store is so packed with these racks, there’s hardly room to navigate.
“There,” Deanna points to the changeroom, flicks an eyebrow at me and smiles. She leads me through the maze of racks.
There are three cubicles inside, we go to the one at the end.
“Is this unisex,” I ask.
“Do you care?” She laughs, pushes me inside and closes the door.
It’s a tiny space, just big enough to change your clothes in, definitely not large enough for what we want to do. We both look around and I think we have the same idea. We’re going to improvise.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Deanna
Okay, let’s get these pants off, I quickly take off mine and start working Jack’s. He pulls off his shirt and mine. There’s a railing above us for clothes hangers, this will do nicely. He pulls out a condom from his pocket, I take it and tear it open.
I’m already dripping. I’m always like this when I’m near him. My pussy is constantly on overdrive. Frankly, it’s exhausting. You ever just want to fuck all the time?
I spit in my hand and rub it over his dildo mascot before I roll the condom over him. I love his cock so much. It’s so beautiful. The length, the girth, that perfect apple for a head. Really, they should have replicas at the Louvre.
I hesitate because I want to suck it, I want it in my mouth, but we probably don’t have enough time. I could choke on it all day long.
Jack looks hesitant too. He growls in frustration. I’m sure we want to attack each other. “NO!” I jump onto him and wrap my thighs around his waist and grab the rail above me. “Like this.”
At this stage foreplay is a thing of the past. I want him all the time. It’s not like I’ve got to get ready. I’m constantly wet to the point where I might need to start wearing pads.
YES! Delicious cock. Get in here!
He pushes inside me and I feel ecstasy. I’m complete. He’s the part that’s missing from my body.
He puts one hand on my ass to hold me up and one on my back. I hold the rail above and we get our rhythm. It’s like I’m doing pullups but with a safety. Jack’s mouth goes to my tits, then my neck, then my mouth.
I’m bouncing on his cock like mad. He’s hitting my cervix every time. God damn, he’s huge. Dicks like these need to come with a prescription and a warning label.
I put one arm around his neck and kiss him.
This isn’t going to be slow or romantic. This is about fucking.
He licks me from my breast to my neck.
I claw at his back.
Our rhythm doesn’t falter.
“Come on Jackhammer, show me!”
He speeds up. Oh God.
Oh God.
“Show me!”
He kisses me and bites my neck, then he starts going faster.
“YES! YES! YES JACKHAMMER!”
I get both my hands on the rail and Jack puts a hand over my mouth to shut me the fuck up.
We go faster.
“On seven,” he says.
“MMM,” it’s muffled over his hand.
“One,” and then he kicks in to high gear and starts ploughing me like never before. He needs both hands for my ass.
“WAIT, WAIT! JACK!” Then I just start seeing sparks.
“Two, three…four,” he’s pumping me like he’s drilling for oil.
My thighs tighten around him, I let go of the rail and put my arms around his neck. I bury his face in my tits. He’s still going like he’s trying to beat me to the finish line but I’ve crossed it already. A bomb just went off in my head.
“Five.”
“FUCK!”
“Six.”
“STOP!”
“Seven!”
“FUCK! JACK! FUCK!” I feel it even through the condom when he comes. I think I’m having a fucking seizure. I’m seeing spots, the first orgasm rolls into a second one. I’m squeezing him as tight as I can to make him stop but he’s still finishing. I hear a scream and I think that might be me.
“OH GOD! OH GOD! YES! YES!”
I hear another scream like someone is being killed. It’s me…it’s definitely me. Oh shit. He hasn’t said a word. That was all me.
Jack carefully falls to the floor. He’s still inside me. I’m still on top of him. I can’t move. I’m done.
And that’s how you do it…that’s how you fuck.
We wait about half a minute till the sparks fade from my eyes.
“That was good. I needed that,” he says.
I laugh, “Count of seven means at the same speed, Jackass.”
“Oh? Jackass now?” He gives me a surprised look, but I know he’s joking.
“Let’s get dressed, this whole fucking town probably heard us.”
He smiles as I get off him. He pulls off the condom, knots it, then pockets it.
We put our clothes on.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Well, we can’t hide in here forever.”
I open the door as quietly as I can, I take Jack’s hand and we walk out to the main area of the store.
You could hear a pin drop. Everyone in there is waiting for us and stares us down. I’m so embarrassed, I don’t know what to do or say. I want to look back and say—can you believe those people? Then pretend it was some other guys.
It’s deer in the headlights time. They’re staring at us…and we’re looking back at them.
A guy with a red flannel in the middle of the shop starts a slow handclap. After five beats the rest of them join in. There’s a round of applause. Some wolf whistles too. My face is red. Jack laughs and takes a bow.
He takes my hand and we bow together like we’re in a Broadway production. I can’t help it, I start laughing too.
“Thank you.” I smile and wave and hustle Jack through the store.
Oh my God!
“We’re here every Thursday ladies and gentleman,” Jack says, before I push him out the door.
***
Well, I guess that could’ve gone worse. Afterwards we went to the diner and had a decent lunch. Jack loaded up on carbs and protein, I went with a Caesar salad—anchovies and poached eggs—I don’t like the other kind. We gassed up the Escalade and then we hit the road.
That was fun. Embarrassing…but fun. I love how we keep getting better at this. Our sex is amazing!
We drive for another two hours and turn off the 10, navigating a dirt road for about three miles until all the turns are eerily familiar. We’re getting close to a place I don’t want to be.
“Jack, where are we going?”
“A place called the Barracks, an army buddy of mine owns it. She’s a friend.”
Oh no! No, no, no. Fuck.
“What’s wrong?” Can he see it on my face?
“Well, if I knew that’s where we were going then I...” Shit. What would I have done?
“Then what? How do you know about this place?”
“It doesn’t matter how, I just—” Fuck. What am I going to do now? Make him stop the car and get out? “Fuck. Jack, you should have told me.”
“You didn’t ask, Deanna. What’s the big deal?”
“Nothing.”
“Well you’re freaking out a hell of a lot over something that’s nothing.”
“It’s fine, forget about it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure, forget about it, I’m sorry.”
He puts his hand on my leg, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” I rub his arm.
We drive on in silence. What the fuck? It’s not his fault. I didn’t ask. The last fucking place in the world I ever thought we’d be going to is this fucking place. How he knows them is another story. I guess I just have to keep my mouth shut until I find out who’s who and what’s what. All I can hope is that I don’t walk in there with a gun pointed at me. Jack is on my side.
He’s on my side.
We take another few turns at familiar sign posts that wouldn’t look like anything to someone who didn’t know them and then…there it is. The hangar, the compound, the airstrip, everything just like I remember it. There are Private Property and Keep Out signs all over the place. Barb-wire covers the perimeter.
We get to the gate, it’s not much, just rickety wood mounted on two posts a mile and a half away from the place, there’s an intercom we have to buzz. Jack pushes the button.
“Charlotte?” He waits, then tries again, “Charlie?”
“Yeah?” A female voice responds after a while.
“It’s Jack, I’ve got a friend with me, can we come up?”
“Jack who?”
“Jack Morton?”
“Jack, Jack?”
“Yeah, that Jack,” he laughs.
“Well, I’ll be damned…what took you so long? Disconnect the trip wire on the grenade and push the gate open. Drive on up.”
“Right.”
Jack gets out of the car. He looks around for about ten seconds, then I get out.
“It’s here,” I say, and disengage the wire from its clip, it’s hidden in a bush at the side of the gate.
Jack gives me a look but doesn’t say anything. He pushes the gate open and gestures for me to get into the driver’s seat. I do. Why not?
Jack gets in the car and I drive us up to the house. It’s a white ramshackle two-story of wood and spackle that’s seen a lot of better days…even before I knew it. The dust billows behind us on the way in. I stop a few feet from the porch and we get out.
There’s almost nothing green out here. Aside from the house, the hangar and the training compound out to the side, it’s just dust and dirt. What little shrubbery there might be is weed and cacti. Well, I guess that’s green.
