“No, Max,” he said. “I don’t want anything to drink.”
Max expected as much. But that wasn’t going to stop him from getting his kick on. Dutch ruined his political career when he fired him. He had had hopes of running for office himself, maybe even becoming a governor someday. Now nobody would return his phone calls. Not even the young, eager White House staffers he used to supervise.
He walked behind the sizeable bar and poured himself a glass of champagne. Crader looked at Dutch, as if to get permission to kick Max’s ass and be done with it, but Dutch’s expression gave him no clues.
“I feel like celebrating,” Max said as he returned to his seat. “My old friend is in my presence-although Secret Service agents surreptitiously surround this presence, but still. My old friend has paid me a visit. I feel honored.”
“Enough of this shit,” Crader said. “We didn’t come here to play games with you!”
“Who’s playing games?” Max asked.
“Where are the photographs, Max?” Dutch asked.
Max looked at him. “What photographs?”
Dutch stared at him.
“I don’t have any photographs.”
“Sure about that?” Crader asked.
Max hesitated. “I’m positive.”
“Then what the fuck are these?” Crader asked as he threw a small stack of photographs, with thumbnail negatives, onto the coffee table. The photos were obviously of two men and a female, all three having sex.
Max picked up the photos. Closer inspection showed Dutch, Crader, and Elvelyn having sex. Max was astounded. He looked at Crader. “Where did you get these?”
“Surprised, are you? Ready to talk now? Who do you think you’re dealing with, boy? You sold them, we bought them. The people you sold these to, they came to us with their own price. You know why? Because everybody has a price. And one thing’s for damn sure: your offer will never be higher than ours.”
Max swallowed hard.
“Where’s the rest of the photographs, Max?” Dutch asked.
“That’s all of them.”
“The negatives?”
“That’s it, right there,” Max said, pointing to the negatives on the table. “There are no more.”
“Are you the person who tipped off that Associated Press reporter?”
About Vegas, yes. I told them to ask about Vegas. I don’t know what they were talking about with that eight month old child business. I don’t know anything about that.”
Crader already knew the sister was behind that part of the rumor.
Dutch stood up. “You’ll regret it, Max,” he said, “if you’re lying.”
“I’m not lying! That’s it. That’s all. Why would I lie?”
Dutch stood up. He placed his hands in his pants pockets and continued to stare at Max.
“What?” Max asked, irritated by his stare.
“Did you know that girl was sixteen?”
Max paused, and then smiled. “Of course I knew. You could have known it too, but neither one of you bothered to ask. Y’all just didn’t care.”
Dutch could feel a sense of moral decay. Because even Max was right sometimes. He just didn’t care back then. He wanted pleasure and she was there to pleasure him. That poor child. What kind of man would have done what he did?
Max knew Dutch. He could see that regret, that anguish, in those big-ass green eyes of his. And he pounced.
“One day,” Max said to Dutch, “will be your reckoning day. One day all of the shit you’ve pulled on people, all of the pain you’ve caused folks to go through, is going to come back on you. All of it! One day, Walter Harber, you’re going to fall on your knees and beg forgiveness. And then you’ll see what it’s like to be the one left behind. Then you’ll see what it’s like to be the one with his back against the wall, and there’s no way out.” Tears suddenly appeared in Max’s eyes. “One day, Walter Harber, you’ll have your reckoning day.”
Dutch stared at his former friend. And for a moment, a brief, ephemeral moment, Dutch felt like a fraud. He’d done more than his share of bad things in this life, but somehow he managed to believe that he was one of the good guys in the end. But now, for this one moment, as he stared in the eyes of a man he used to love, he saw the other man inside of him. And he couldn’t find anything good about that man; about that Dutch Harber.
It spooked him. For a moment. But he quickly recovered. This was Max lecturing him. Snake-in-the-grass Max. He’d be out of his mind to let a prick like that get to him.
“Take your time, Cray,” he said. But he hesitated again, with that troubled look still in his eyes, and continued to stare at his former friend. Who did he think he was telling Dutch Harber about a reckoning day? After all the shit he’d pulled on people he had the nerve to tell Dutch about a reckoning day? It was hypocrisy in the extreme, Dutch thought, as he looked once more at Max, and then left the building.
Crader, who never liked Max Brennan, walked over to Max.
“Why are you still here?” Max asked nervously as Crader began moving toward him. “I told you there are no more photos.”
“What about videos?” Crader asked.
“There are no videos!” Max insisted. “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know if I believe you.” Crader was now standing in front of Max.
“That’s your problem,” Max said, standing up.
As soon as he stood, Crader grabbed him, moved behind him, and placed his arm around his neck. He then pulled out a gun and as Max fought hard and protested, he placed the barrel of that gun deep inside of Max’s mouth. Max’s eyes popped wide, and all of his movements ceased.
“The day a photograph, a videotape, or anything related to that Vegas weekend becomes public,” Crader said, “will not be your reckoning day. No, sir. To hell with reckoning. Because the day any of those items appear anywhere in public, will be the day that you die.”
He tightened his grip on Max. Max began to sweat. “Just one release, Max,” Crader continued, “and you will leave this earth. I don’t care if you knew about it. I don’t care if you didn’t know about it. I don’t care if you were in the hospital in traction when that one photograph inadvertently was made public. If it goes public, you go dead. Are you getting the message here, Mr. Brennan?”
Max nodded carefully, to avoid any accidental firing, as sweat beads appeared on his forehead.
Then Crader pulled the weapon out of Max’s mouth and released him. As soon as he did, Max collapsed in relief to the floor.
And Crader, eventually, after having the boys come in and work Max over just enough to keep him honest, left him collapsed on that floor.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Marcus slammed Jade against the back wall of the basement and began to fuck her vigorously. He had already lifted up her shirt, revealing taut breasts that he ravaged with his mouth. He had already slung down her skirt and panties, revealing an already moist mound that he slid her slightly up the wall and ravaged with his tongue. Now he had his own pants around his ankles and was ramming his cock into her pussy as if there was no tomorrow. And the way he felt tonight, he didn’t give a damn if there wasn’t.
And it was all that gotdamn Dutch Harber’s fault, he thought angrily as he fucked Dutch’s daughter. That smug sonafabitch Dutch Harber! First he didn’t show up for his own wife’s birthday party until the party was almost over, which showed how little he cared about that wife of his. Then he had all of this attitude. Telling Marcus what the deal was like he was his damn daddy. It was time for him to make a decision, Dutch told him tonight. He couldn’t remain at Jade and Christian’s house much longer. And that bastard told him that, not just in front of Gina, but in front of Christian, too. And in front of Sam, who was about as ditsy as they came.
Jade began to moan in pleasure as he fucked her, and Marcus angrily covered her mouth. “That husband and mother of yours are upstairs, remember?” her reminded her angrily.
But Jade needed no reminding
because she didn’t care, either. The way Dutch was always defending Gina was beginning to grate on her mightily. And the way he slapped her tonight. Just slapped her for absolutely no reason at all. Gina had to go, she thought as Marcus slammed into her so hard, with such dick force, that she was in physical pain. If it was the last thing she did, she was going to make sure that Marcus’s plan, bankrolled by Thurston Osgood, worked. The way Marcus explained it to her, Thurston Osgood was ready to bite. Thurston, Marcus had told Jade, was convinced that Dutch loved Gina so much that hurting Gina would be the worse punishment anybody could put on Dutch. Worse, they believed, than anything they could ever do to Dutch himself.
But Jade knew better. Yes, Dutch might cry for a minute if something happened to Gina. He might be hurt for a second. But he’d get over it. And then her mother could claim him, and he would be theirs and theirs alone. No Gina. No more Gina. And, if Jade was to completely have her way, no fat-faced Little Walt, either.
That was why she inwardly screamed in pleasure as Marcus hammered her mercilessly with his dick. Marcus was thinking about Dutch and Gina too, as he fucked Jade, as his own dick was getting sore from the pounding he was putting on Dutch’s little girl. Only his thoughts weren’t at all about getting rid of Gina, but what he could do to really get Dutch. Because he was going to get him. And he was going to make it count.
He was so caught up in imagining the fall of Dutch Harber, and pounding the shit out of Dutch Harber’s child, that he didn’t realize they had company until he was just on the brink of release. He glanced over and saw Sam standing there. Jade couldn’t see her, but he could.
And Sam was aghast. “Oh, really now!” she said in that loud, high-pitched voice that caused Jade to nearly die where she stood when she heard her mother’s voice. Jade immediately pushed Marcus away from her with a violent shove. Marcus’s engorged dick slipped out of her when she pushed him, and it slung cum all over her as soon as it slipped out.
But that wasn’t the only jolt. Because coming up behind Sam, too stunned to speak, was Christian.
They sat Indian-style in the middle of their big, welcoming bed. Dutch was in command and Gina was seated on his lap, facing him. He was kissing her, long and hard, and she was returning the favor. His hand gently rubbed her bouncy, soft hair and her fingers raked through his jet-black, silky hair. They were both naked and in need of a release. His tanned body was rock hard, from his thick chest and muscular biceps, to his ripped abs and fully erect penis, and her body was soft, dark brown, and toned, from her taut breasts to her flat stomach, to her small arms encircling his neck. They were putting the night behind them and determined to enjoy every inch of her birthday.
Dutch then took his kisses downward, to Gina’s more-than-ready breasts. She loved the way his entire mouth covered her in a wide suction that not only hardened her nipples even more, but caused sensations to course through her entire breast. He went from one breast to the other one, taking in deep, full sucks. He was enjoying his wife with the ease of a man who wasn’t about to rush this delight.
Gina wasn’t rushing it, either. She leaned her head back and thrust her breasts to him, giving him full access. And he took it. He took it repeatedly.
And then he gently laid her down on the bed, her head touching the middle pillow, as he moved his kisses down her body until he was at one of his favorite spots. Gina adored the way he licked her clit in wide sweeps. None of those quick bites that gave quick sensations.
Dutch, instead, moved slowly, his pink tongue covering the entire lower end of her pink vagina and then carefully sliding between the folds as his mouth swept up to her clit. Over and over he did this slow motion fuck, causing her body to wrench into a kind of pulsating elation.
“You like it, baby?” he asked her as he kept kissing, sucking, licking her.
“Yes. I love it. Don’t know if I can bear it.”
“You can bear it,” Dutch shot back. “I know my baby can bear anything I do to her pussy.” He said this and did more to her pussy, as he began kissing her deeper into her folds.
“Oh, Dutch!” she cried out, her face displaying the intensity she felt. “I can’t take it!”
“That’s what you do,” Dutch cried back. “You scream my name! You let me know you love what I do to you!”
“Oh, Dutch, I love it. I love it too much!”
As her pulsating became high body arching, Dutch put his fingers inside of her vagina while he sucked her clit in kisses so hard that Gina felt as if she could lose control at any moment. She arched against him and arched against him harder. He wiggled her clit and fingered her, faster and faster. Gina closed her legs around his head, entrapping him in her pussy. But instead of her clenching movements causing him to let up, he went all out, fingering her harder and kissing her deeper.
She screamed so hard and arched so high that he knew he had to let up, before agents broke down their bedroom door to ensure they weren’t under attack.
Gina took the lull in his frenetic mouth fuck to do a little mouth fucking of her own. She moved onto her knees and laid him down, his gorgeous hair flapping over his forehead as his head hit the pillow. She moved to his midsection and began sucking his dick. She sucked long and hard, her ass in the air, and Dutch placed his hand on that ass, massaging her in squeezes as he enjoyed the wonderment that was her tongue.
But if she thought for a moment that her pleasuring him would give her pussy a rest, she was mistaken. Dutch was already missing the feel of her soaking wet folds as he fingered her again. He could hardly wait to get his dick inside of that. He could hardly wait until her wetness and his wetness intermingled for what he knew was going to be a rousing cum.
But he already felt intermingled with her. He loved how her tongue on his dick and his finger in her pussy somehow felt connected. He felt sensation in his penis that rippled through his body like a current, and jangled through his hand, creating that connection.
“That’s right, baby,” he said as her mouth went all the way down on his rod. “That’s what I want. That’s it. That’s it. That’s it, baby, that’s it!”
And then it was too much for even Dutch to bear. He remained where he lay as he lifted Gina on top of him, her face to his face. When he finally slid inside of her, when he finally penetrated that warm inner sanctum of the woman he loved, his cock began to feel like a vibrator inside of her.
At first he didn’t move. He rested his penis in those sweet folds and stared at this woman he had on his hands. He touched her cheeks, stared into her eyes. He’d had so many females in his life, so many up and down the coast. And it was all just a game to him, just a warm-up act for this real affection, this true love he felt for Gina.
Sometimes he wondered why. What was it about Regina that made him decide that she was the one above all others? She wasn’t the smartest woman he’d ever met. Sam would take that prize easily. She wasn’t the prettiest woman, either. And goodness knows he couldn’t begin to count the many arguments and disagreements they’d had in the course of their marriage.
But it was Gina who wasn’t about to let him have his cake and eat it too. It was Gina who made him understand that he was going to be with her, and her alone, or they weren’t going to be together. All of his previous girlfriends would have forgiven him anything, and often did. Would let him get away with everything.
But he knew, with Gina, he had to bring his A game. She wasn’t putting up with his bullshit, period, end of story. That was a fact. And if he acted right she would be in his corner, period, end of story. That was another fact. And Dutch Harber was smart enough to know that Regina Harber was exactly the kind of woman he needed in his corner. In his life. Period. End of story.
And as he began to move inside of her, with the tightening of her folds around his cock coming almost immediately, he couldn’t imagine living without this woman in his life. He held her beautiful brown face in his hands, kissed her on the nose, pulled her down against his body, and fucked her.
He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace as he thrashed into her, faster and faster, his mouth gaping open in a kind of enchanted intensity as he fucked her.
“Gi-naaa!” he screamed in a pained tone as they screwed, and she called his name, too, because she knew what he meant. Her ass was shaking from his thrashings and shaking at a dizzying pace. And her pussy was throbbing with the roaring sensations.
Dutch was throbbing too, as his gyrations continued to increase; as the feeling of love for Gina continued to make him hold her tightly against his rock-hard body. He felt every inch of her as he slid in and almost out of her repeatedly. He was no stranger to the sensations of a female’s cunt, but this was one pussy he could never tire of. Because Gina knew how to tighten around him. She knew how to let him take the lead, to not attempt to match him thrash for thrash, until the exact right moment.
Which, she instinctively knew, was right now.
As he spilled out into her, she took in his release by taking over his movements. It was Gina, now, that was taking the lead, sliding her body up and down on his throbbing penis, increasing his throbs and increasing her own, until even she couldn’t move. Until her body, too, was clenching in the euphoria of cum.
It was such a vaulted cum that their throbbing didn’t stop for minutes on end. And even after all of the pulsating finally ceased, they still couldn’t move.
It would be several more minutes of just lying there, breathing hard and heavy and eventually with normal regulation, did either of them finally speak.
“I take it you saw Max tonight,” she said. He had immediately immersed himself into the party after his meeting with Max, and didn’t have a private moment to tell her anything.
“I saw him.”
“Did he admit to knowing about that newspaper clipping, and those photographs?”
“He admitted it. Claims there are no more, and no video.”
“You believe him?”
“We’ll see.”
“With friends like him,” Gina said with a shake of her head. “He probably thought he was setting you up for a statutory rape charge. And he would have been, Dutch, except for the fact that the age of consent in Vegas is sixteen. But I doubt if Max knew that at the time.”
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