My Life in the End

by Adriana Alexa

  - Eleanor Baxter thinks I'm with Interpol, with this endless audit and now, with his grandson living with Thoen ... She will not do anything against them. Can not.

  - Still ... This needs to end well or is a risk to the lives of the two.

  - I know! And that's why I came here today. I have good news.

  - What happened?

  - Remember the driver, foreman, or whatever it is ... What was inside of all the schemes it?

  - Boe?

  - Exactly. I found it. I spoke to him. And he agreed to help us.

  Chapter 18

  - Hi, Gary. In between.

  - Hello, Greg. The boys are ready?

  - I think so. Sun? - I called.

  - You will.

  She was growling for tying the laces and the other his coat because it was cold.

  - Hello, Gary! - Greeted, helping Hyatt with his coat - Thank you!

  - You're welcome. I like children's movies, so at least I have an excuse. - He winked at Ty.

  - Do all phones? And money?

  - Thoen! - Stared - We will return all alive.

  - Caution. - Reproached with a dangerous indicator.

  Zahner took a kid in each hand and was in a chaotic whirlwind the elevator. Mal shut the door and Laura was in my mouth, pulling me by the neck.

  Let your tongue to breathe and laugh.

  - Are you fire?

  - We could not get a break yesterday with the boys around the time. - Remembered - I'm crazy to do this since I woke up.

  - Great. - I pulled her by the waist, dragging her into the bedroom, to the bathroom in the suite. Kissing your entire body as the clothes were getting in the way. Sticking my fingers in their flesh.

  - I think I'll eat four today. - My fingers slipped between the bands of her ass and she laughed safada - Facing this your delicious ass and holding you for that perfect waist ... - I was still murmuring praise when the muscles in his arms tightened, supported me.

  She stripped off what remained of the clothes without turning back. Pulling my lower lip between her teeth and teasing me with obscenities. But he never turned back.

  Do not let me turn on the bathroom light, I licked my mouth taking a few steps back. I followed her and pulled her strength, tucking her in my arms, turning her back to rub my crotch in your ass.

  But Dom turned aside, turning the body, exaggerated, seeking my mouth in a kiss despair and wiggling to get rid of my grip.

  I could only imagine what had crossed his mind to generate such a change of behavior. I was sure was nonsense. More than that even: it was unnecessary.

  But here she was rubbing on my cock so I let go ... and I could not refuse anything to Laura as she rubbed on my cock.

  Let your waist, allowing you to turn around and stuck it under the shower jet.

  ***********

  Beats rushed to the door and I check the clock before running to meet. Greg was still in the shower and get those hits were already Zahner back with the boys something should have happened ... the time since they were, the film should not even be in the middle.

  The familiar face on the other side of the door made me pause, blinking, trying to put reality in a completely unexpected situation.

  - Vance? - Smiled incredulously - What are you doing here?

  He took a step forward and I offered no reaction to still find me in absolute disbelief. Vance Rossel was in the middle of my room and I closed the door behind him. Too curious to give the deserved attention to their lack of education.

  - How did you find me?

  - With difficulty. - She murmured acid and I pulled the tips of my coat, covering me before his gaze insightful. Something was wrong and I was understanding everything very quickly.

  - I had to leave Paris in a hurry not to miss a good opportunity, Vance. I tried to talk to you again and again and ...

  - I saw the missed calls. - He ran a hand through kitchen counter and investigate the surroundings of my modest apartment - tried to talk to me for ... what? A day or two? Months passed, Laura. He had no time to call a friend?

  He leaned on the sofa back, keeping standing in front of me.

  - I think I owe you an apology. - Smiles, diplomatic.

  - You think? THINK? - Growled advancing toward me and I kept still - You bitch brazen!

  - Rossel! - I cried violently, feeling the smell of alcohol on his breath as he approached - still making the value of the deposits that you owe. Monthly and interest! You were a good friend and I'm apologizing if I was insensitive. But it is not the owner of my life! And it would be healthy to remember that.

  - Deposits ... I paid the school that your fucking annoying brat for years! YEARS, Laura! I wanted to take you to Disney ... - forced a ridiculous voice and sly - expensive gifts! You were the most laborious woman I have ever met! - She puts her hands to her hair - but I had fun with our play. In the certainty that one day you would pay me what to me.

  - I am very grateful for your friendship ...

  - Do not pretend innocence, Don not suit you.. You have created a climate between us and you know it. I made indirect promises that did not intend to meet to continue to explore me! Using my money. And I tried to be discreet to return our negotiations. I tried to stop school to transfer Tyler documents to see if you remember to look for his dear friend for whom you have so much gratitude!

  - That was you? - Roared - Ia harm my child? - Now it was me who progressed - lost your mind, Rossel?

  - I lost patience, Laura! And then the school release the documents because they received a Gregory Baxter connection. GREGORY BAXTER!

  - Vance, it's better to keep quiet now. I know you're not a bad person, but is testing my limits. Go home. We chat when you're sober.

  - I'm on vacation! I not intend to stay sober. What I want is to get some answers, bitch!

  - Which is? - Narrowed my eyes and stick his hand in his face was an attitude that was demanding all my willpower.

  - Is that why you left me. - Stuck window in my face and I would push him away, but he tripped and I ended up having to hold it so it does not fall to the ground - Why could a richer idiot. You will fool him now? I decided that it is better to have a conversation with him before you add another jerk to your collection.

  - Rossel, I'll call a taxi for you. - I blurted out and turned to look for the phone - I will continue doing their deposits, but ... - I was back and his level of drunkenness, did not expect it to move so fast.

  - I do not want your deposits! - Stepped forward, holding me tightly by the jaw. Smashing my face in his huge hand, sandwiching me against the wall - I want your cunt!

  I stuck my elbow into his ribs and heard him howl. I would push it again when he disappeared from my grasp.

  Gregory was behind him, wearing only boxer shorts, his body still wet from the bath. Rossel pulled by the shoulders and held him by the collar, keeping it away from me.

  - Sun? - She turned worried.

  - I am fine. - Warned - need not hurt you, Greg! - I added before his murderous look.

  - I did not decide yet. - Growled.

  - It's an old friend. too much to drink. You will regret tomorrow.

  - Old friend? - Shook Rossel by the collar.

  - IT IS.

  - You're the new clown? - Muttered under Greg's yoke.

  - Han? - Rossel pulled up, keeping the prisoner's face on your height.

  - That's what she does. Deceives the poor wretches. You are doing to you. She just wants money. - spat.

  - I think you need to go, mate. - Greg released him and pushed him - you explain to me what's going on? - He whispered to me, sticking her hand flat on Rossel's chest so that it further depart.

  - Short version?

  - Please.

  - I found that Ty was very intelligent, had no money for a better school and ... you may have given to Vance, here, a bad idea for him to do me a fat and friendly loan that I still had no plans on how pay. - Admitting once.

  - How much should? - Holt asked,
squeezing his lips.

  - I am paying! With interest! - Complained - With my new job I will pay off the debt until the end of the year. I do not need you ...

  - Laura. - Holt sighed, despite the stupidly low volume in his voice, I felt his anger and impatience when he faced me rubbing his temples - How much should? - He repeated.

  I said the figure, giving up the discussion.

  - You stay where you are. - I told Rossel, very slowly - If you approach her and I'll kill you. Can you understand that?

  Vance opened his mouth in indignation, but Holt was shaking with rage and the other thought it best to shut up.

  Greg went and came back two seconds later with checkbook in hand. He drafted the cipher angrily and shook the check in Vance's nose.

  - All she owes you, with interest. More. - He crumpled up the paper and tucked it inside the Rossel shirt before pulling him by the collar again, opening the door of my house - I do not care who you are, to appear in front of her again and I'll call the police . - Put him out and shut the door tightly.

  He turned to me with his angry green eyes.

  - I'll have to look for information about this guy, Laura! It can be dangerous. - Walked from one side to the other, rubbing his hair - I'll take and see what I find on Zahner also. What do you know about these men before stuffing them in your life? And in Ty! - She exclaimed.

  - He was just drunk. But I should have told you about it before. - I bit my lip, hoping his anger discard.

  - Is there anything the last few years that you think would be important for me to know? - He muttered.

  - I made a permanent. - I confessed and he bit her smile, trying to keep the expression of angry - was once, many years ago and regretted it immediately. I never repeated. But there may be photos. - I widened eyes, feigning fear and he broke up laughing.

  - It's all right. Anything else?

  I bit my lower lip, examining my options.

  - I made a tattoo.

  - That's why it was twisting like a contortionist so I do not see you back?

  - More or less.

  - You know that failed pathetically, is not it? - He pulled me by the waist, into his warm embrace and naked torso I loved so much.

  - I failed?

  - Failed. Or forgot that it is not the first time we bathe together in the last days?

  I closed my eyes, realizing my idiocy.

  - I think ... I forgot it and just ...

  - Just remembered yesterday? Too late.

  - Why did not you say anything?

  He shrugged.

  - Sincerely?

  - Ever.

  - I think I was afraid of what he might mean.

  I watched in silence for a few seconds while I teased.

  - Will not you tell me? - Complained finally.

  - Do not know. - Pretend - I'm thinking.

  Greg squeezed me tightly, kissing my neck and asking "please".

  I was laughing when pulled fondly.

  - Okay, okay.

  He kissed my mouth and stood very still, waiting for the explanation.

  - That's when Ty asked about his father for the first time.

  His Adam's apple moved when Holt swallowed hard and I knew it would be something he feared.

  - Your questions became more insistent and my answer was always the same. And then I began to realize that the answer I gave to it served more to calm me. Served more to keep me working. It was more an answer for me than for him. And I think ... - lifted one shoulder - I think are two words full of meaning for me. When I thought about it I would see you again. When I thought I would get to me back at Eleanor. When I thought of the conversations I need to have with Ty. When I was an unbearable urge to call you ... - I sighed and he kissed me. That way was: holding my face in his hands, scraping the nose on mine, filling me with love. My half-smile came as a response - if would be able to do it again. - I spent the thumb on his lips, indicating the kiss - See? They were two words that served to all. They served to calm me. Even though at the time I thought I was lying to myself.

  Greg kissed me again. More urgently this time.

  - Come with me. - She took my hand and kissed my fingers - I want to see this tattoo right.

  I laughed and he led me to the bedroom.

  ***********

  Laura had barely stuck in the clothes after the bath and there I was: the freeing of all layers again. Licking her naked body, nibbling nipples and snapping up meat. His tongue was shaking the outline of my lips as his impatient heels pulled my ass about you, increasing contact between our sexes still carnally distant.

  But I had different plans and I used all my willpower to ward off my erection as engradecida with the desperate blood flow, its opening that sweated with that desire tasty liquid.

  - No -. Passably I muttered as my erect penis cursed my mouth and challenged my decision.

  I pulled my wife by the waist with violence, forcing her to stay with the belly against the mattress. Each palm took a band of his ass and I admired her nakedness, licking his lips.

  My cock was asking me excuses and saying now agreed with my new plan.

  I took her the way hair and put his nose against her neck, inspecting the dark letters tattooed on their skin. The tiny inscription, in a delicate and simple calligraphy read the answer to all your problems. The expression soothed their anxieties and fears. Two words.

  The two words full of meaning for her.

  "When I thought about if you see her again. When I thought it would get to me back at Eleanor. When I thought of the conversations I need to have with Ty. When I was an unbearable urge to call you ..."

  I licked the two words in his neck.

  "One day".

  My tongue refused to go back to my mouth and I was painting her spine with my saliva. Don groaned and shuddered, making my cock swell. I kissed the curve of the small of her back, before biting one of the cheeks of her ass. I reached between his stomach and the mattress, pulling your belly up, sticking her ass ... leaving it at my disposal.

  Laura pranced obediently.

  My cock was pounding faster than my heart. I loved eating my gift like that. That ass lifted me, waddled around me. The spectacular is that Thoen always framed more exceptions than rules, and sex was no exception.

  She was crazy about stimulating the clitoris and oral sex. That part was common.

  But never, in my life, I met a woman so crazy about anal sex as my gift. It was a primal pleasure that dripped from each of your pores making me notice his uncontrollable excitement.

  She could even mutter words. They were just moaning sounds coming out of her parted lips.

  Lambuzei my erection in the thick lubricant that dripped from their input and pressed my red glans injected blood pink button on his ass. My hands gripped the bands, keeping its voluptuous curves open.

  Laura was already wiggling and pushing at me, making me laugh and call for calm. But she did not want quiet. And so wedged me into it, I realized that I did not.

  Her pert ass made her body to bend a lecherous way. I grabbed her breasts, filling my hands in his flesh, guiding it in the direction of my thrusts. I folded my body over her, clogging her ears crooked deals. I bit her earlobe, neck and neck. Muttering things she already knew, but they were still delicious to say.

  She just moaned and stuck me on it. I turned his face, slowly, trying to see her. Breathing swayed with every movement, her eyes closed as pleasure flooded. His absolute dedication made me explode. Four on the bed. Me getting to the ass that wiggled, begging. Eyes closed. Changes desire.

  Absolutely delivered.

  Making me explode.

  I held her nipples between my fingers and she screamed.

  I brought one of my hands to her spine, pressing it down against the bed. His cold sweat slid on my fingers. Dom bent, sticking his head in the pillows that drowned out his howls to as I made me stronger.

  - Greg ... Oh, beautiful ... Please ...

  I never knew what I preferre
d: Thoen hear moaning my name, or hear Thoen beg.

  A combination of the two was infallible recipe for an instant scolding so I had to take a deep breath to wait for her. I covered his entire vagina with my hand, sticking fingers in her warm flesh and rubbing his wrist against her clit hungry.

  Her moans interspersed with requests and then requests are gone, making room for an endless continuous and exasperating moan that made my soul convulsed with lust.

  Laura was my definition of "irresistible". Each one of those curves ... her ass on my cock, waist swaying, pressed his chest against one of my hands, the vagina in the other, the tattoo on her neck, her long black hair spread around ...

  I would never be able to resist that brunette.

  Never.

  And my dick knew that better than anyone. Especially when I shoved it that way. Wrapping it with my body. Feeling the orgasm get powerful. Controlling it second by second. Giving more time for it to reach its maximum pleasure. Waiting their groaning change to that characteristic silence.

  Don held his breath, falling apart, and I knew it was over. I held her waist as if to control an animal, keeping it turned up so I could enjoy the fullness of my joy.

  ***********

  I recognized him as soon as got off the train, and was quickly swallowed by the crowd. I had seen the pictures of the old driver Eleanor Baxter, and found it strange how he looked younger. As the mere distance woman poison should be able to fill a person's life again.

  I looked around to try to identify someone who could have noticed his arrival in the city, but I did not have enough men for work of those and could only hope that the luck to stay in our favor by the time I needed.

  - Boe Daniels? - I called.

  - Lord Zahner? - He shook my hand - It's a pleasure.

  - Thank you for coming, Boe. And for agreeing to help us. And you can call me, Gary. Please. - smile.

  He grinned and inspired to respond. But his mouth was opened without any word come out of her. Instead, her excited smile turned into a grimace of pain and his body bent with the weight of the bag he had in his right hand.

  I passed her arms around her body, preventing it from falling.

  - Boe?

  A glow on his back. It was brief, but I could identify the knife out of his back. The way his body moved, received two blows. At least. I lifted my face to the man of shabby jeans with a dark blue hood covering his face. He dropped the bloody knife on the ground and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.