"Ah - ah - ah - ah - ah - oh yeah... oh Jake... oh..." Abby gasped with each hit of his groin against her rear, his enormous cock filling her, making her shake her head from the size of it ramming into her. Every now and then she'd cry out from the pain - but she loved it. She took in every inch of him, they'd been going at it for the last 30 minutes, even after she'd given him a blow job, he was still randy enough to have an erection that sent her pleasure meter into orbit. She couldn't believe her luck. Finding him at the country bar, standing there looking as handsome as ever. She didn't care for the hair cut, preferring his long hair but even so, the short cut suited him, she just wished he'd kept it long. Her face contorted as he grabbed a hand full of her hair at the back of her head, pulling her head back as he stood gloriously naked behind her, his hips, his pelvis working and pounding at her as she bent over holding onto the headboard of the bed, both of them standing beside of it, instead of using it.
Her eyes rolled in maddening pleasure, she couldn't believe it - finally - she could testify to the rumor being a fact. Jake was indeed huge. She heard it said all the way back as far as in high school. All the girls would be huddled in a circle talking about him, listening to the ones whom he'd been with. Those ones that were lucky enough to have been to bed with him, all gave a measure of him, some saying he was as big as a Stallion in a field of mares, ready to mount. Some going so far as to saying that he was at least 12 inches long and big as their arm. Now she knew it was a bit exaggerated, no he was not that long, nor big as an arm, but he most certainly had the biggest cock she'd even seen or felt. Taking it as she was, she didn't want him to stop, she wanted it to go on and on. She wanted him to fuck her until he couldn't fuck again! He pulled out long enough to move her onto the bed, still on her hands and knees, climbing up behind her, he grabbed hold of his turgid length, shielded within two condoms, she saw him put them on, one the entire length of him, the other covering mainly the head.
"OH!" She exclaimed as he re-entered her receptive body, pounding even harder, faster now. She grinded her teeth, shaking her head as he reached below and rubbed her clit like an expert, knowing just how - to force an orgasm from her, it worked, she screamed as her body convulsed, squeezing and sucking on the thick penis. Kenneth, her live in lover had never made her feel like this; made her cum so hard, used her body so completely, filled her nether region to bursting as Jake was doing. As soon as she calmed down he grabbed hold of her hips, pounding a few more times and then withdrew himself as he climaxed, stroking his own length to finish it off into the condom and not her. She turned slowly around and watched him, still turned on as he finished coming.
"Phew!" He blew backing off the bed.
"Wow." She exclaimed. "That was nice. Can you stay the night?"
"No thanks, I have to get going, I'm using my brothers truck."
"Can you drop me back at the bar?" She asked.
"I'd have to go back into town for that, call a cab." He returned going into the bathroom and removing his condoms, tossing them into the toilet and flushing them. He'd learned long time ago not to throw them in the garbage bin, still convinced that was how Paul his son came to be.
"Okay." She answered. "You think we could get together again sometime?" She wondered, picking up her clothes and following him into the bathroom as he stood at the sink washing himself there. There was a lot on his mind, he didn't answer her as he left the bathroom after drying himself, going to his clothes, he dressed as she washed herself, waiting for him to answer.
His clothes were on, he was heading for the door.
"Jake?! Well? Can we get together again sometime? Can I have your number?"
He stopped in the open door looking across the room at her as if she'd rudely interrupted his thoughts and answered, "No."
"Nice suit." Shawn commented as Jake showed it to him.
"It'll due I guess." Jake returned.
"Wow... a haircut too." This Shawn observed.
"I figured it was about time. You sure got a lot done today. Looks good." Jake stated, hanging the suit in the hall closet.
"Thanks, had no choice, I was home alone so I thought to get as much done as I could."
"Well I'll be here all day tomorrow, we'll really make progress then. Where'd the flowers come from?" He asked, following Shawn into the basement.
"My wife, today is seven days exactly to the day we married, a mini anniversary."
"That's a good sign. Does that mean she's coming home?"
"Nope. I'm going to have to find her, go get her and bring her home myself."
"So you haven't changed your mind about letting her come on her own then?"
"No way. Let me tell you something Jake, about women. No woman, wants a man who is not willing to follow her to the ends of the earth and drag her ass back! Believe me I'm going to! The little hellion... she's getting into more trouble the longer she's out there!" Shawn started laughing then, "She went and got Meribel." He informed Jake.
"What? Derrick's Meribel?"
Shawn was nodding and laughing, "He - is - pissed - off! Called me earlier to tell me his home is in caos! That my wife, ran off with his wife!"
Jake started laughing, "You gotta be kidding me! So where are they? Where'd they go?"
"No doubt they're running around Chicago together! I'm kind'ah glad, at least she's not out there alone."
"So how long are they gonna be gone?!" Jake asked, thinking of Derrick.
"The kids told him she was going for the weekend! They've turned off their mobile phones so Derrick can't reach either of them. Next time I call his ass for help, he'll stay on my side instead of being Mr. goddamn Noble!"
"That's exactly why I'll never marry. Women and what they need - it's too much! Stressful."
"Nothing more on Vivian?"
Jake got quiet, looking at Shawn.
Shawn read him like a book.
"Hmmm, your response is too slow dear brother... too slow. She's on your mind."
"Hell she is!" Jake denied.
"Liar!"
"Fuck you Shawn!"
"You'll have to find a woman for that."
"Already did."
Shawn looked at him. "You been out screwing?"
"Yeah... why?"
"You're just a walking dick - you know that."
"You're one to talk! Only women that see my dick are the ones I give it to. Yours on the other hand, is out there for the world to see."
Shawn stood staring at him, then asked. "You know too hm? Kathy Ann tell you?"
"Yep."
"How does she know? I thought that's what she meant that day at the maple rush."
"She saw one of your tapes, Dwight's father was a collector. They have them all now, least last I heard. Is that where all your money comes from, porn movies and dick sales?"
"Jeez." Shawn blew exasperated, feeling a sense of humiliation from it. He and Derrick had talked many times and there were times when they spoke, that Shawn had a feeling his brother might know about him, now wondering he asked, "Does Derrick know as well?"
"You better believe it."
"Who doesn't know?" Shawn asked.
"Mom and dad, Shanna, Meribel. So is it, where your money comes from?"
"No... it doesn't. I was paid a one off for all of that. I was too stupid to invest at the time. The money I have now comes from real work, honorable work."
"Does your wife know?"
"She knows."
"You better hope dad never finds out. If he does, you're done. You should hear all the crap I've taken over the years for the way I am. If he knew you did porn, with a dick on sale, Jesus Shawn, I don't even wanna think about it. He gets crazy over stuff like that. That's why I haven't gone to see him yet, I can just imagine what I'm gonna have to deal with behind this situation with Doris. I don't know which he'll consider worse, my causing her suicide or you doing porn long time ago."
Shawn was sitting at his desk with his hands interlocked on top of his head. He felt like that littl
e boy again, his stomach worked up in knots at the thought of having to face his father for something he'd done wrong, or hadn't done right. The worse person of all to know was Kathy Ann, her moods and her temper was volatile, along with the fact that there were times when she really didn't like him, and then she drank.
"Ah hell... life's a bitch." Shawn exclaimed.
"Tell me about it. Just so you know, your secrets safe with me but you best pray he never finds out."
"Right now Jake, there's no sense in me worrying about it. I have enough on my plate with trying to find my wife, that's all I care about right now."
"Understandable. Hey... can I ask you a favor? And don't go making more of it than it is."
"What?"
Jake stared a moment, because he knew Shawn would pull him on it.
"Well? What?" Shawn repeated.
"Vivian is moving. She's trying to get another place, when she has it, she's going to need help with her stuff. Will you help me move her?"
Shawn smiled.
"Don't fucking start. Mom just said she needed-..."
"Mom is in on this?!" Shawn asked, his grin growing wider, more teeth showing, he was starting to laugh.
"Look! I'm just going to help her out! I told you once already... she's too young for me."
"Yeah yeah yeah - anything you say. Sure I'll help, just tell me when."
"Thanks... once we've helped her move - that's that!"
"Anything you say Jake."
"Goddammit Shawn - she's not on my mind! I got nothing to offer her! Nothing! You know yourself what a worthless piece of shit I am, why would you wish me on her?!"
"Man... you need to chill with that! Why are you beating up on yourself?"
"Look at me Shawn! From what you know about me - what possible good would I be to someone like her!? As of right now, I don't even have material things to offer her! You didn't get a close look at her like I did. She's class Shawn... top of the line! The real deal! You should see her place, her furniture - her taste - expensive taste! The way she walks. The look of her. She's... she's..." Jake shook his head. "Put it this way, I'm white trash... she's anything but. She works in a bank, I trim wood and deliver it. She's the descendent of royalty, I'm the sinful son, of the son of a Baptist preacher. She's a thinker. I'm stupid as clown shoes!-..."
Shawn couldn't help himself, he burst out laughing, making one correction, "You're not stupid, you just pretend to be."
Jake was grinning, "Whatever, you laugh because you know it's true, that I'm only good for one thing - and even with that, I wouldn't soil her."
Ignoring all of it as nonsense, Shawn replied with, "Basically what you're telling me is, you do want her."
Jake sank to the floor in Shawn's office doorway.
"I'll hurt her Shawn. I'll disappoint her. I'll do something totally wrong and ruin her. Not her... I can't bring myself to do it to her. I've got one suicide on my hands, that's enough to live with."
"She's not the suicide type."
"Maybe not... but I've seen her in pain. I've seen her hurt. I've seen the look in her eyes. I will not be someone guilty of putting that there... I just won't do it."
"Jake... if you can fight what I'm hearing, what I'm seeing... you're a better man than me. My brother, you may not know it yet, but - it's already over for you. Its only a matter of time before the forces that make what you're fighting, impossible to hold off. As for what you feel about yourself... its all bullshit! You are... whatever you see yourself as."
Jake stood... "My point exactly."
Shawn sighed... he had not meant it that way, the way his brother walked off taking it. He wish there was something he could say or do to make him see things differently; he turned to his computer. Time. He knew that whatever happened, time would see it through.
Chapter 104
Very late Friday night Wisconsin...
Shawn was returning from a twilight run, walking the last bit to his home to check on the kids, driven to make sure they were all in and okay. The house was quiet, all were sleeping. Crystal, Mundo, and the boys. He crept silently around looking at the signs of their presence. Strange as it seemed, it felt as if they were his own children. He picked up toys from the floor, Darren's and Isaac's, their Tonka trucks, hot wheels and power rangers. With his arms filled he walked to the toy box in the corner, and quietly loaded them in. Doing little things here and there, to put the house straight. His mind was set in motion, towards all he would do to make it an outstanding home. He was tempted to squash Sylvia's idea of adding on and extending to save money and just say the hell with it, and go all the way as he had originally planned. He wanted a grand home, one where all would have space and feel welcome there. After an hour of silently tipping about, he checked on them all one last time, going to Mundo's room last, looking in on him. As he stood gazing at him, Shawn wished he'd known Sylvia way back when, so that this young man could have been his through and through. His chest swelled with emotion because he loved him. They'd grown so close in the short time that he'd come to know them. It were as if, it was always meant to be. It was natural for him to father them, he realized as well, it felt natural for them, to let him father them. He thought of Jesse, Jesse would have loved Mundo - they had similar personalities, needing to find the humor in life and always stirring laughter where they were.
"Go-to-bed papa-Shawn." Mundo suddenly muttered low. Then turned into a more comfortable position as Shawn answered softly. "I will... goodnight son."
"Goodnight." Mundo mumbled back, yawning and dropping back off to sleep, with such a complete since of well-being, he could not help but rest peacefully. Satisfied, Shawn locked the house back up and made his way across the road to the other house. It was almost three in the morning, he was prowling around unable to shut down for the night. He was too tense. He'd been working out like a mad man, doing leg presses, pumping iron like crazy, hundreds of push-ups, sit-ups and had been running in the middle of the night down the country road, pouring sweat, his burning of coiled energy ended with him checking on the kids.
He had been fighting back depression and loneliness all evening. He was doing everything in his power to stay occupied, to keep his mind on what he was doing. Reminding himself of all the appointments he had to keep next week before he could head for Chicago. He was having his first counselling session with Angela at family planning and social services in Mauston. He'd also made an appointment for Crystal to see someone, promising to attend with her as well. He couldn't help but smile. She was a beautiful and incredible young woman. Strong, determined with her head on straight, all for her temper. As wrong as he knew it was, he was glad that she was so feisty. That she stood up for herself. While he wasn't approving of her losing her temper and attacking her own husband, he felt that he was a big boy, he could handle her if he was mature enough to know how. Yet, they lived in a world where every negative behavior was scrutinized; he supposed that there was an underlying cause to her anger. He felt compelled to attend with her, maybe... just maybe - he would gain control of his own temper. He thought back to Sylvia telling him that he needed anger management. He disagreed. If no one messed with his family, he was fine. Period. Threaten his wife and kids... then things were not fine. He went into their room, in the closet up above his clothes. Pulling down the box stored there. He opened it again looking at the 9mm he'd purchased. Sylvia would not be happy about it he knew, she would have to adjust, because it wasn't going back.
He thought of Derrick. 'Lucky pig!' Shanna had run to his rescue. He'd told her to stay out of it, that he needed to learn how to balance his own home and run it and not to put everything on Meribel. However she couldn't say no to him. She was soft that way. Shawn felt a bit of resentment. No one had ever run to his rescue, pulling him out of the shit until Jesse. Jesse had been his hero. Long before that fatal day where he proved the ultimate true friend and brother, dying to save his life.
Shawn shook his head, wrong line of thought. Depression was gripping him. He
needed Sylvia. He needed to feel her stomach and know his son lay there. His Jesse James. Yet his arms, were absent of her, their home was not the same with her gone. He wondered if something was wrong with him mentally? He hadn't struggled this way after he and Deidre split. He'd been un-phased to break up with the airline stewardess. Yet his wife was just away from him. It wasn't like she was not coming home. Within his mind, he knew she was coming back. Yet - he couldn't settle down. He was restless and pacing constantly if his hands were not busy.
He put the gun away and went to the basement, into his office, trying to be quiet and began doing more towards the last book cover he'd been working on. This cover was one for another author, not the trilogy of the James'. He had plenty of time to wrap that one up. He was using 3D graphics with a program, 3D Studio Max. When he could sit no longer tweaking his lay-out, he went to do more on the bathroom.
"Shawn!" Jake barked from his sofa bed just as he was about to leave his office.
"What?" He answered on his way to the stairs.
"Go - to fucking - bed! I mean it man! Jeez Shawn! It's almost four in the morning! Gotobed!" Jake barked again, grumbling and turned over, punching his pillow.
Shawn sighed, climbed the stairs, went into their bedroom, and then the bathroom. Pealing the clothes from his body, he stepped into the shower, leaning under the shower spray, he washed himself down, the soapy lather building over his thick arms and prominent chest. Done washing all over, he propped his hands against the back wall of the shower to let the spray rinse him down, holding the top of his head beneath the shower head letting the jets pelt his scalp. Suddenly, uncontrollable sobbing took over him. He couldn't right himself. He could not shake what gripped him. He missed Sylvia so that it physically hurt. He needed her to come home, he needed to know that she was okay, that his Jesse James was okay. Paranoia's, frightening daydreams, and his imagination, working over time of all the things that could happen to her, to them, shook him. She was not safe, unless she was with him. He could not settle down and know sleep until they were back home and in the circle of his protection. He cried because he never felt so helpless. By taking herself from him, she'd removed his ability to exercise the protection, he felt he had to give her. It was his responsibility, she was his, she belonged to him, something about her set a deep hard fix in his gut that made him locked on the idea that she should have always been his, he wife! He needed her home... now. He couldn't believe that she could stand being away from him. Even if it had been for only a week now. To him, it seemed as if she'd been gone for much longer, it upset his everything for her to be away from him. His body felt tense, hard, coiled, aggressive - yet... weak. Out of control as he was, he could do nothing but cry; there was so much built up within him, forcing its way out through helpless crying. He finally calmed himself down, stepped from the shower, dried himself and with the towel wrapped around his waist, he went to their bed and crashed - finally... at 4:40 in the morning.
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