Chloe grinned up at him.
‘I think we’re far enough away from prying eyes, but if you sit on my right you’ll be the perfect screen.’
Dan looked around and he laughed.
He should have known that Chloe had picked this spot solely for the cover that was provided by the small copse of trees to their left. Once he was seated to her right she would be concealed from all but the most observant of eyes.
Dan dropped down next to her and Chloe handed him the small bottle of sunblock.
Five minutes later and Chloe’s body was suitably protected from the glaring sun.
Dan wiped his hands on the blanket and stared out at the park. He could see a father and son flying a huge multi-coloured kite and the young son laughed giddily as the kite dived and rose in a series of twisting arcs.
He looked off to his right and he could see a teenager throwing a Frisbee for her dog to catch. He watched as the springer spaniel leapt in to the air to snatch the black disc out of the air. The dog landed and with tail wagging the spaniel returned to its master so that the cycle could be repeated.
Everywhere he looked he could see people making the most of the summer day.
Chloe propped herself up on her elbows and waited.
Eventually Dan turned back to look down at her and she grinned up at him.
‘Okay, okay,’ Dan said. ‘I get it.’
‘Get what baby?’ Chloe asked knowingly.
‘Why you brought me here.’
Chloe frowned as if she had no idea what he was talking about.
‘Why I brought you here? I just wanted to top up my tan,’ Chloe said with a chuckle.
‘Uh-huh, and I don’t like sticking my cock up your arse,’ Dan replied with a sarcastic grin.
‘Ooh, cock, ass, sounds like my idea of heaven.’ Chloe ran the tip of her tongue along the fullness of her bottom lip and Dan laughed.
‘You know exactly why you brought me here.’
‘I do?’ Chloe teased.
Dan reached across and twisted her left nipple until it was rock hard and Chloe gasped as he continued to manipulate the sensitive bud.
‘Yes, you do,’ Dan said and he stretched the hardened teat, pulling on her nipple until her breast started to rise with the force of his pulling.
Chloe clamped her thighs together and squealed as a bolt of painful pleasure shot down through her body.
‘Oh-kay, oh-kay,’ Chloe laughed. ‘You got me, now either stop twisting or start fucking.’
Dan laughed and he released her engorged nipple. Dan saw a bead of milk forming at the tip of Chloe’s nipple.
Chloe wiped it away before Dan could lower his mouth to her bud.
‘Damn,’ he said.
‘Plenty more where that came from, you can have your fill later.’
Chloe’s fingers snagged the cups of her bikini top and she pulled the twin triangles over her breasts. She quickly fastened the front clasp between the cups.
Dan smiled as Chloe fondled her breasts in to the padded bikini top, even with the padding her engorged nipples could still be seen pressing through the shiny material.
Chloe sat up and opened a can of soda. She waved a hand at the park around them.
‘We’re doing what we’re doing for all of these people Dan. Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters. What you’ve been doing for the last year is for them.’
Dan helped himself to a cold soda and he nodded his head.
‘I know, until right now I think I’d lost sight of that.’
Chloe laughed, ‘I know, that’s why I suggested the park, I wanted you to see what we’re fighting for.’
Dan leaned over and his lips pressed against hers. Chloe swirled her tongue around his before pulling back.
‘See, I’m not just a stunning pair of tits.’
Dan grinned, ‘I know, you also have an amazing ass.’
Chloe laughed and slapped at his chest.
‘Asshole,’ Chloe muttered.
‘Ooh, we’re back to that again.’
Chloe punched his arm and Dan laughed.
‘I love you Chloe, I don’t know what I’d do without you.’
‘You’d have to use your hand,’ Chloe replied with a grin.
Dan peered at her quizzically before getting her meaning and he pushed her back on to the blanket. Chloe started to squeal with laughter as he commenced to tickle-torture her.
*****
CHAPTER NINE.
Tile always liked the end of the day, that transitional period between day and night. He always felt at peace whenever the sun set.
Tonight was no different, sitting on the front porch, a Remington pump action shotgun cradled across his thighs, a Marlboro pinched between his lips, his eyes on the distant mountains, he felt at ease.
Although he loved Chloe, Dan, Beth and Michael and he absolutely adored little Grace there was no denying that he found being around people hard. By his very DNA he was a solitary creature, he was far happier up in the mountains on his own than he was here in civilisation but he had made a promise and he would keep it.
He would look over Grace to the very end.
‘To the bitter end,’ Tile muttered.
He blew a series of smoke rings and he watched as they slowly dispersed on the night-time breeze.
Tile could see Weiser in the near paddock and he found himself smiling.
That damn horse is gonna be the death of me, he thought to himself. His knee pulsed with lancing pain, just thinking of that damn horse hurt.
Weiser was Dan’s horse, a big and powerful mountain breed that no one could go near but Dan.
‘Well and Grace.’
Tile chuckled, it was true, for some reason Grace could do anything to Weiser and the huge animal never so much as nudged her. When it came to Tile grooming him, well, that was a whole other matter and Tile rubbed his knee again.
Tile looked up and his eyes locked on the horse’s. It was total bullshit but right then Tile would have sworn on the damn bible that Weiser was grinning at him.
‘Yeah, well, wait ‘til you want your morning fuckin’ apple, then we’ll see whose grinning.’
Tile’s finger settled on the shotgun’s trigger and he flicked his cigarette away. He adjusted his posture and brought the shotgun up.
‘I know you’re there so you may as well come out.’
‘You always know,’ came a soft and melodious voice and out of the darkness walked the Architect.
‘You don’t need the gun Tile,’ the Architect said.
‘Yeah, well, I’ll be the judge of that, what do you want Archie, haven’t you done enough already?’
Archie glided up the porch steps and took a seat across from Tile. Tile lowered his eyes to shield himself from the Architect’s luminescence.
‘You’ve never fully trusted me have you Tile?’
Tile laughed, the bitterness was the complete opposite to the joyful quality of the Architect’s warming voice.
‘Fully? Dam Archie, I don’t trust you in the slightest, never have and I never will, so just say your piece and be on your way.’
Archie shifted in his seat and Tile could see the disappointment etched across the Architect’s perfect features.
‘Why do you suppose that is?’
Tile helped himself to another cigarette and lit it. He inhaled deeply on the cancer-stick. Tile sighed as he exhaled the burning smoke.
‘You know those things will kill you right?’
‘Ha, so that’s how I go is it?’ Tile asked.
Archie laughed and there was no denying the beauty of the Architect’s laughter.
‘No Tile, that’s not how you die.’
‘Thought as much,’ Tile responded before taking another deep draw on the cigarette. ‘Care to tell me how I meet my maker?’
Archie chuckled. ‘Do you really want to know?’
Tile shook his head.
‘I didn’t think so,’ Archie responded.
‘Look, if yo
u’re gonna just sit there and annoy the shit out of me can you at least dial down the glow.’
Archie chuckled.
Tile smiled as the Architect’s radiance slowly faded until Archie looked like nothing more than a man.
Well, almost, Tile thought. He’s still too goddamn perfect.
‘You know why I’m here don’t you Tile, a man with your instincts, you know right?’
Tile nodded his head.
‘Yeah I know,’ Tile replied. He inhaled on the cigarette and closed his eyes. He held the smoke for as long as he could before he had to finally eject the burning smoke.
‘Which one of them dies Archie?’
‘You know I can’t tell you that, that’s not how it works.’
‘You could stop it,’ Tile stated.
Archie shook his head and for the first time Tile thought the Architect looked almost human.
‘I can’t, not this time.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because some things, no matter how many times you run it, no matter how many times you look at all the angles and all the variables, the outcome is always the same.’
Tile scratched the stubble at his throat and he nodded his head.
‘I could warn them, I could tell them to just come home, to forget about everything else, to just come home and be with Grace.’
Archie nodded his head and this time there was no denying the Architect’s sadness.
‘You could, but it wouldn’t make a difference, one of them will die Tile and there’s nothing that you or I can do to stop that from happening.’
‘So why tell me if there’s nothing that we can do about it?’
‘Because they’ll need you.’
‘Who?’
‘The one that lives, they’ll need you to show them.’
Archie stood up and he turned for the porch steps.
‘Show them what?’ Tile asked Archie’s back.
‘How to live.’
Archie started down the steps.
‘When does it happen?’ Tile asked through the lump in his throat.
Archie stopped on the bottom step and he turned his head to look back at Tile from over one shoulder.
‘Soon.’
Tile turned the powerful shotgun so that it was now pointed at the Architect’s back.
‘What would happen if I pull this trigger? Would I blow you in half or would nothing happen?’
Archie smiled sadly and Tile could see the pain and anguish in the Architect’s beautiful eyes.
‘Truthfully Tile I don’t know.’ Archie then slowly started to walk away. ‘I guess you’ll have to pull it to find out.’
Tile got to his feet and he followed Archie with the shotgun, his finger tightened on the trigger as he brought the weapon up in to a firing stance.
Tile wanted to pull the trigger, he wanted to blast the Architect in to a million pieces but at the last moment his finger relaxed on the trigger.
Tile knew in his heart that none of this was truly the Architect’s fault. Archie was just an instrument, no more accountable than a hammer or a shovel.
‘Don’t ever come back here Archie,’ Tile said loudly.
‘I won’t,’ Archie replied before he disappeared in to the darkness. Archie had one last thing to say and his words rocked Tile back on to his heels.
‘You’re a good man Tile, it’s been my honour to have known you.’
The words faded and within moments all was as it had been before Archie’s arrival.
Tile collapsed down in to his chair.
One of them will die, and there’s not a thing we can do to stop it.
The words repeated over and over inside Tile’s head.
One of them will die.
One of them will die.
One of them will die.
Tile pulled a cigarette from its pack and with trembling fingers he slipped the filter between his lips. He sparked his lighter and soon the nicotine was coursing through his veins.
Tears started to spill down his cheeks.
‘Which one will it be?’ he whispered softly.
He feared that he already knew the answer.
*****
CHAPTER TEN.
Dan stepped out of the shower. He dried off with a towel and opened the bathroom door. His eyes located Chloe and she grinned at him as she watched his cock surge to life.
Earlier, when they had returned to the hotel from the park Chloe had told him that she would shower first.
‘That way I can get ready when you’re in the shower.’
Dan had objected, stating that he really needed to set up the equipment but Chloe had just shaken her head.
‘When’ll you learn that I’m always in charge baby?’ Chloe had asked playfully.
‘That’s not what you say when you want me to spank your ass,’ Dan had replied with a grin.
Chloe had loved seeing that grin, it was like the old Dan was back.
‘Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re the Master and I’m the slave,’ she had replied before stripping off her clothes.
‘Just one more night,’ she had told him.
The look on her husband’s face as she had peeled the bikini briefs down over her curvaceous ass let her know that she’d have her night.
‘You like?’ Chloe now asked from her place on the large king-size bed.
Dan stopped at the foot of the bed and he nodded his head.
‘You know I do,’ he replied.
Chloe grinned up at Dan.
Dan watched as Chloe moved her feet. She was only wearing a pair of shiny black PVC thigh-high boots. Chloe’s naked body glistened beneath a shimmering layer of baby-oil. Dan saw the opened bottle propped against one of the many pillows that adorned the head of the bed.
Chloe adjusted her position, her heels digging in to the sheets as she moved her feet until her knees were raised up. She positioned herself so that her legs looked like inverted Vs.
Chloe grinned and she let her legs fall open so that her glistening shaved cunt was fully revealed to Dan’s appreciative gaze.
‘I hope you enjoy the show,’ Chloe said softly.
Dan watched mesmerised as Chloe picked up the bottle of oil and she squeezed it so that a stream of clear oil splashed down on to the silky folds of her labia.
Dan swallowed and he climbed on to the bed. He rested on his knees and followed his wife’s every move.
Chloe moved her hand and more oil cascaded down over her full and swollen breasts, she continued to squeeze the bottle until it was almost empty.
‘You’re gonna explode when you see what I have planned.’
‘Uh-huh,’ Dan grunted. ‘Don’t stop.’
Dan knee-walked up the bed until her was positioned between Chloe’s spread legs. He ran his hands down the shiny surface of her boots until his hands settled on her feet.
Chloe discarded the bottle and her hands started to knead her large breasts. She could see Dan’s eyes following her hands as she massaged her breasts. Her hands slid over her twin orbs and she licked her full lips before twisting her now engorged nipples.
Dan moaned as Chloe tugged on her buds with her fingers and thumbs. His cock bounced when twin arcs of milk spurted from Chloe’s breasts.
‘Gee-zus Christ, that’s so fucking hot.’
Chloe laughed.
‘This is nothing baby,’ she replied and again she squeezed her nipples sending two more jets of milk arcing out on to the sheets beneath her.
‘Stroke your cock for me Dan, I want you to come all over my cunt.’
Dan nodded his head and he started to work his left hand up and down his hardness.
Chloe’s eyes dropped to Dan’s groin.
‘You have such a wonderfully thick cock,’ Chloe purred girlishly.
Dan chuckled.
Chloe kneaded her breasts before her right hand started to slide down the smooth, shiny flatness of her stomach.
Her hand didn’t stop heading south until her fingertips found he
r clitoris. Chloe pinched her engorged bud between her fingers and she pulled on her clit.
Dan’s eyes were now on her cunt and Chloe grinned. She slid her other hand down between her legs and she spread the folds of her labia until her sex was spread wide.
Chloe could see the hunger in Dan’s eyes as she manipulated her cunt wider until she was spread fully.
Dan could see everything.
‘You like that huh?’
Dan swallowed and nodded his head.
‘Then you’ll love this part,’ Chloe replied.
Dan watched as Chloe pushed three oiled fingers of her right hand inside herself. Chloe didn’t stop pushing until her fingers were inside her cunt all the way to the knuckles.
‘Oh god,’ Dan moaned.
Chloe grinned, she’d noticed Dan’s strokes growing faster as he worked his hardness.
Chloe spread herself open again and she smiled when she pushed a fourth finger in alongside the three digits already inside her.
Dan watched as Chloe finger-fucked herself and he could see everything in perfect detail.
Chloe’s cunt lips were engorged and spread wide with her left hand, the fingers of her right hand sliding in and out of her cunt.
‘This part you’re gonna thank me for,’ Chloe said.
Dan looked up at Chloe’s stunning face. Her blue eyes sparkled and she ran her tongue along the plumpness of her lips before smiling at Dan.
‘Don’t take your eyes from the prize,’ Chloe chuckled.
Dan’s gaze dropped back to her spread thighs and he watched in amazement at what occurred next.
Chloe slipped her fingers from her cunt. He could see her juices flowing to mix with the baby-oil.
Chloe pushed her fingers together, securing her thumb beneath them, her fingertips were now pressed together in a rough circle. Dan watched as Chloe spread her cunt lips with her left hand and she slipped her fingers deep inside her cunt.
‘Gee-zus!’ Dan cried as Chloe’s fingers and thumb disappeared all the way to the knuckles.
Chloe slowly started to move her fingers in and out of her sex. To Dan the shape of her hand reminded him of a cone and he was held captive by Chloe’s show.
With each forward thrust of her fingers Dan could see her cunt stretching wider.
He swallowed his eagerness down.
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