“It sounds like Leo has this under control, and it’s well-thought-out,” Preston said. “Let’s get back to what we are doing, alright?”
Leo agreed. “Right. So, Danny has acquired two two-ton pickups and two Hummers for you. That should transport you down to the field. Once there, you turn on the beacon. As soon as you hear the plane, you light up the airstrip with flares and the lights from the trucks, like this—“
Leo walked them through the creation of the makeshift landing strip on the whiteboard he had set up, including where the trucks should be located and where the flares were placed.
“It’s going to take eight of you to get the flares in place quickly enough. Don’t delay on this. Move as fast as you can. The pilot will leave if he’s left hanging up there too long,” Leo warned.
“The cargo door is on the side, and the cocaine will be on pallets. There are rollers on the floor so you can pull the pallets out fairly easy, but after that it’s manual labor. Back the trucks up with the gates down, as close as you can, and pull them into the truck, then slide them forward as far as you can to get ready for the next one. You’ll probably only need the one truck, but just to be sure, I asked Danny to make it two. If one breaks down, then you have a chance of getting out of there with some of the dope anyway.
“Which brings up a point,” Leo said, lifting a finger and getting everyone’s attention. “This isn’t about the coke. It’s about hurting the fuck out of Nomar and getting reprisal for Woody and Emma. It will definitely help the club coffers getting this much coke, but don’t risk your freedom or your lives over it. If the truck breaks down, load what you can into the other, and walk away from the rest with your head held high.”
“What about just taking one pallet and burning the rest?” Austin asked.
“That’s up to you, and if you feel that’s the way to go, do it without hesitation,” Leo said.
“So we are expecting no hostiles?” Hugo asked.
“I always expect hostiles, and besides, you aren’t the only ones out there. DEA, Border Patrol, bandits, those fuckers that run around in dune buggies with automatic weapons acting like they are a home guard or something. So, Preston is going to set you up with hardware from the club armory if you don’t have your own. And if those home guard fuckers show up, be sure to shoot first. Because they will fire on you, even if you give up.”
Hugo nodded his head and motioned for Leo to carry on.
“Good. Now we have four night vision setups for the drivers. Fucking things are expensive as hell, so I only got the four. If anyone has experience with these, sound off now.”
“I do,” Austin said, followed by Omar, Sam, and Angel.
“Those are our drivers, then,” Leo told them.
“Alright, so what then?” Preston asked.
“Back to the club, back the trucks into the bays out back, lock ’em down, and deal with them after a good night of sleep,” Leo said. “You are each getting ten grand out of the sales, with the option for bonuses as Danny sees fit, but the ten grand is solid.”
They talk for another hour or so, going over details and making sure they understood everything, but the plan sounded basic and solid enough: get there, get the dope, get home, don’t get caught.
Chapter Thirty Seven
Bev waited until after nine to call Leo, hoping his meeting was done.
“Hey, I was wondering if you were going to call.”
Beverly lifted an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“No reason, just nerves, I guess,” he told her.
“Yeah, you never know who is really there for you until they show up, right?”
“Something like that, but nothing to do with you.”
“Good, because I haven’t come this far with you to ditch you now,” Bev told him. “But, hey, can Yvette use your spare bedroom tonight?”
“It’s been awhile since the sheets were changed in there, so I’ll have to remake the bed, but yes, I would be fine with that. Will you be in my bed?”
“Nowhere else I’d rather be, lover,” she assured him.
Bev rode and Yvette brought her truck. She skipped out of it when they arrived and hugged Bev. “God, I love that truck! I’ve never even dreamed of having something like that!”
“I think I’m being replaced by a V8,” Bev teased.
“Could be,” Yvette said. “It does give good vibration.”
Bev slapped her ass. “Brat.”
“Slut.”
“Bimbo.”
“Carrot.”
“Hey!” Bev said. “Foul.”
“And bimbo wasn’t because I’m blond?”
“Well,” Bev said and kissed her cheek, “come on, let’s get inside. Get your bag so we’ll have clean clothes in the morning.”
Leo was in the living room. Bev ran and jumped into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips. “Hey big guy! How was your boy’s club meeting?”
He eased her back down to the floor. “Good. I’m just cleaning up from it, actually. I changed the bed already. Why don’t you show Yvette the room and bathroom. The bathroom has a nightlight you can flip on while you’re in there so she doesn’t bump into things, since she’s in a strange house.”
“Eccentric,” Yvette said as she looked around. “But I wouldn’t say strange, really. Very man-style, though. Nothing Bev can’t fix for you, but I think she got here just in time. You were on your way to becoming a bear with furniture.”
“Come on!” Bev laughed, and she pulled Yvette out by the arm. Yvette waved goodbye to Leo as she was spun around.
Bev got her into the room and closed the door. “You are such a brat!”
“Yeah, I am, but you love me, so…” She kissed Bev deeply, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close. “Thank you for asking him. I’m sure I’ll be much better here than alone there.”
“No worries, baby. I think he’s planning on going to bed soon, so let’s show you how to work the TV—”
“No need. I’m already sleepy. See you in the morning?”
“Yes, you will,” Beverly said and gave her a quick kiss.
Yvette was already stripping when Bev closed the door behind her and went out to find Leo again.
This is ridicules. I’ve got one lover upstairs and one downstairs. If Leo hadn’t told me he didn’t enjoy threesomes, I’d be tempted to get us all in the same room, she thought to herself.
She found him in the kitchen just finishing cleaning the last glass and putting it in the dishwasher.
“Thinking about threesomes?” he asked.
“Okay, that’s just fucking scary,” she told him.
“Natural. This has to be somewhat awkward for you, and you don’t want to make either of us feel like you don’t care about us, but you can’t be in two beds at once, so—”
“Threesome, right,” she agreed.
He turned and looked at her. “You know, the threesome I told you about happened at a party. I barely knew the two girls, and neither of them knew each other. It was just one of those drug-induced moments you read about in Penthouse,” he admitted.
“Well, shit, Leo!” she hissed so she wouldn’t bother Yvette. “No wonder you didn’t feel a connection — it was just sex!”
“You’re saying it would be different with you and Yvette?”
“You’re damn right it would be!” she told him.
“Alright. I’ll be upstairs and happy no matter how you come up to join me.”
And with that, Leo walked out of the kitchen.
She watched him go, wondering what the fuck had just happened.
She tried to picture Yvette in bed with them, and the image came surprisingly easily. Maybe it was the increased level of intimacy that scissor-time brought with it, but even thinking about Leo’s cock in Yvette’s mouth didn’t raise any issues at all.
Still stunned by just how easily Leo put her in this position, she walked to the spare bedroom door and tapped it with a knuckle. She opened the door slowly. Y
vette was on her back, and since she slept on her belly, it was obvious what Bev had just interrupted.
“Can I talk to you?” she asked Yvette.
“Um, alright,” Yvette answered, her hip twisting slightly under the blanket.
Sitting down on the bed next to her, Bev brushed a lock of hair from Yvette’s face. “I, um, well. Would you like to join us?”
“You mean, upstairs?”
“Yes, upstairs, in Leo’s room. Is that too weird for you?”
“Is it too weird for you?” she asked in return.
“Yeah, a little, but it’s also more of a turn-on than I thought it would be,” Bev admitted.
“It’s a turn-on thinking about me getting fucked by Leo?” Yvette asked.
“It’s a turn-on thinking about the two people I love most sharing something special with me,” Bev told her.
“Have you ever done this before?”
“No. I’ve never had a woman like you as a friend before,” Bev admitted.
“You mean, a lesbian?”
“No, I mean a woman I loved, like I love you,” Bev explained. “I mean this to be special, between the three of us, and if you don’t think it would be special for you, that’s alright. I’ll come down and sneak into bed with you in the morning.”
Yvette looked down at her lap and then back to Bev. “It’s just, I know how you feel about crossing lines, and I would want to experience both of you. All of you. And, well—”
“You mean you feel like you want to be with me all the way,” Bev clarified.
“That ruins it for you, doesn’t it?” Yvette said.
Bev didn’t answer for a long time. Then she leaned forward and kissed Yvette. She parted her lips with her tongue, which Yvette greedily accepted. She had never kissed her like this before. Yvette began making whimpering sounds of pleasure in her throat as Bev slid her hand under the sheets and between her legs. It was easier than she had thought it would be to find Yvette’s aroused clitoris.
Yvette moaned with surprised pleasure and embraced Bev harder, cupping her breast and pulling at her nipples from under her t-shirt.
Bev pulled her hand back and broke their kiss. Yvette was panting with arousal.
“Yvette, I kind of really want this. I know what you mean, that if you have to watch everything you do with me, it’s going to take a great deal away from the experience. I’m just going to ask that you keep my feelings in mind, but enjoy me, and Leo, as much as you would like.”
Yvette was still wide-eyed. “You have no idea how long I have fantasized about kissing you like that.”
“Long time I guess, huh?” Bev smiled.
“Since the laundromat,” Yvette admitted. “It was much better than I imagined.”
Bev got up and offered Yvette her hand. “Come on, come upstairs and love me.”
The two of them entered Leo’s room together, naked and holding hands.
“Hello, Yvette,” Leo said.
“Hello, Leo. I’ve treated you so badly. Are you sure you want me?” Yvette asked.
Leo held out his hand, and Yvette walked slowly to him, letting go of Bev’s hand. Bev followed her to the end of the bed, watching as Yvette took Leo’s hand and then slid up on the bed facing him.
Yvette said, “I’m not going to see you after this, am I. Tomorrow is the big day. I’m not sure what that means, but I know it is dangerous.”
“Sometimes things work out, and I’m hoping that what I have planned will work. But yes, it is very possible that this will be the last time we ever see each other, at least for a very long time,” Leo agreed.
“There’s so much I want to say. It’s all boggled up in my mind. I don’t know where to start,” Yvette told him.
“Why don’t we start with a kiss,” Leo suggested.
“Yes, that’s a good place to start,” Yvette agreed.
Bev watched the two people she loved most in the world kiss, waiting for the pangs of jealously that never came. Yvette was tentative, shy, when they began, but soon she had her arms around Leo’s neck and her body pressed against his. Leo’s hands rubbed her long legs and cupped her tight little ass. Bev felt sensations watching him do this. She felt what it was like to have him cup her ass in those strong hands, and the feeling of Yvette’s ass cupped in her own hand. The arousal she felt from this warmed her pussy with radiating heat.
They continued to kiss and fondle. Yvette was pressing her breasts, which were rounder than Bev’s teardrops, into Leo’s chest while making happy noises in her throat. Bev came onto the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet back, revealing Leo’s cock. She watched as it grew harder. She crawled toward it on hands and knees, and then took it in her mouth. She curled up alongside his long legs and began to stroke and suck him.
The mood felt sensuous and seductive to Beverly. Passion was rising, but so was intimacy. She sucked Leo’s cock with long, lovingly deep strokes while listening to Yvette’s pleasure growing.
When Yvette moaned and cried, “Oh Leo,” she glanced over and found that Leo had his hand down between her thighs. Bev moaned a little, knowing how those fingers felt with they moved inside her and stretched her open.
Yvette was now draped across Leo with her arms loosely around Leo’s neck to hold her up. “I’m so hot, Leo. You’re going to make me come.” She spread her thighs apart a little more and pressed her face against Leo’s chest, snuggling. “Oh yes, just like that, Leo. Please, just like that. Yes, I’m going to come. I’m going to, oh, oh yes, I’m coming, Leo!”
Yvette’s body arched, her breast lifting toward the ceiling, her head bending back toward the bed. Leo’s left arm caught her across the back as she lost her grip on him during her throes of pleasure. Her thighs quivered and shook, and her toes were bent back and splayed.
Leo lifted her body and took her breast into his mouth, suckling her firm, round breast, and Bev could see his arm fucking his hand into her faster and faster.
“Again!? You want me to come again?” Yvette cried with a voice that was helpless and vulnerable, and yet very sexy and eager.
Bev continued to suck on Leo’s cock, but she was mesmerized by the display in front of her. Her own pussy was aching with empathetic passion. Yvette’s head was back up, her abs were clutching, and her eyes were on Leo’s hand as he fucked her pussy with his fingers. She reached over with her left hand and grabbed his forearm, her own arm flexing as she tried to slow him down, but Bev could have told her that Leo was way too strong to make him stop if he didn’t want to.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Yvette panted as her body began to tremble. She made a greater effort at pulling at his arm, but then her body began to arch again. “Oh, Leo, Leo, oh, I’m coming,” she whimpered, and then she was lost to the throes of another climax, her hips bucking and twisting, her thighs slamming and squeezing together around Leo’s arm. Then Leo changed his action, and Yvette’s body jumped as if he had shocked her with an electric wire. Her wail was filled with lust and agony.
When Yvette recovered, she lifted her body up and put her left hand to Leo’s face. She kissed him deeply. She was smiling with love and passion as she gazed into his eyes. “I’m going to suck your cock now with Bev,” she told him. “Then I want to watch you fuck her.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She curled and glided out of his arms and down to the bed on the other side of Leo, and then went to Bev.
Bev pulled up from Leo’s cock and offered it to Yvette, who instead kissed her and explored her tongue for a long moment. Then she took Leo’s cock into her mouth. Bev licked and kissed down at the base of his shaft and ran her tongue across his balls while Yvette sucked him with happy sounds in her throat. She was moaning sex music after awhile, and then she deep throated Leo’s cock.
Bev watched this with amazed eyes, and Leo let out a groan of pleasure.
Yvette took him down her throat several times and then came back up. When she saw Bev’s expression, she smiled a pixie smile. “I love sucking cock just about as muc
h as I like licking pussy,” she told Bev. “Want me to teach you how to do that? I’m sure Leo won’t mind.”
Bev nodded her head, and Yvette told her what to do.
Under Yvette’s instruction, Bev took Leo’s cock into her mouth again and pushed it back until she reached the gag point of her throat. There she stopped, holding the head of his cock against the muscles of the opening of her throat, where it gently pressed against them. Then she began to hum, making sex music like Yvette was doing before she took Leo deep. Humming, Yvette told her, would warm up her throat and relax those muscles. After a bit of this, Yvette instructed her to make her throat muscles ‘swallow,’ as if she were taking a pill or something. Bev did this twice, and then Leo’s cock slipped easily through her gag point and down her throat.
SAUL Page 49
