Текст книги "Directing Disaster"

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Chapter 26

busted

Lane buttoned her jeans and put her cowboy boots on.  “What is it?”

“I don’t know all of the details, but Jess is being held on assault charges.”

“Jess assaulted someone?”  That is someone besides the now dead stalker.

They walked to the SUV and he opened her door.  He backed out of the garage.

“Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay.  Let’s just get there and let me talk to everyone.”

Lane nodded, “Whom did she assault?  Allegedly assault?”

Ben always held her hand as he drove.  He squeezed her hand.  “Well, that’s a bit unclear right now.”  Unclear was an understatement he thought.  Joey had called him; something about Uncle Sal and the hospital.

It was less than a 10 minute drive to the Leawood police station.  Ben parked and looked at Lane.  “No matter what it is, I promise everything is going to be fine.  Just let me get in there and talk to everyone.  Joey’s here.  You stay with him while I talk to Jess.  Okay?”

She loved him, she trusted him, but Jess was her baby girl and he was asking her to stand by and do nothing when her job was to protect her children.

He looked at her, “I know what you’re thinking; that it’s your job to protect her, but what she needs right now is a lawyer.  You know I’m the best.  She’s my daughter now and I will do everything in my power to protect her.  I promise it will be all right.”

He held her hand as they walked into the station where Joey was waiting.

“Pronto. Spiegare!”

“Un uomo spinto uncle Sal al suolo.”

Lane looked at them, and in an exasperated tone, she said, “English!  In English tell me what happened.  Now!”

Joey glanced at Ben who nodded.

“A guy pushed uncle Sal, knocking him to the ground.  Before I had time to react, Jess roundhouse kicked the guy.  How does she do that in those five inch heels anyway?  Pauli went to the hospital with Uncle Sal.  The guy had the wind knocked out of him and was talking about pressing charges when the cops came.”

“Where was this?” Ben asked.

“At your house.  In the driveway.”

Ben looked at Lane, “Stay here with Joey.  I’ll talk to Jess.”  He looked at Joey, “How much cash have you got on you, in case we need to post a bond?”

Joey looked at Ben.  He didn’t even move his hand toward his wallet.  “Unless it’s a murder charge, I’ve got it covered.”

Ben nodded and talked to the woman at the window.  She released the door and he walked through.  He found Jess in an interview room.  She looked up, a smile of relief on her face as Ben walked into the room.

“So, Wonder Woman, what’s up?”

“You know Wonder Woman uses a whip, right?  I don’t know what the big deal is.  The guy knocked Uncle Sal down.  What is he, 90? I was just defending Uncle Sal.”

Ben sat in the chair next to her, “Uh-huh.  And what were those two big Bellini boys doing while you were roundhouse kicking the assailant?”

She smiled, “They’ll probably say they were assessing the situation.  But I say they were standing there like a couple of old women.  The guy had it coming.”

“So did the guy say anything?”

Sure, he’d said plenty in Italian, which she wasn’t supposed to understand. He had threatened to implicate Uncle Sal in the killing of Clyde Benson, unless Uncle Sal paid him.  Uncle Sal had said he didn’t know what the guy was talking about; and that was when the guy had pushed him, saying the order came from the Lucianos.

“They were talking Italian.  You’ll have to ask Joey what they said.”

He eyed her suspiciously.  He’d suspected this afternoon when he and his brothers were talking that Jess understood at least part of what they were saying.

She held her hands up, “What?  You think I habla Italiano now?”  She asked by way of co-mangled Spanish and Italian, in as weird an accent as she could come up with.

“Sì, bambina.  I think you understand more than you let on.”  There had been something about her reaction when he and his brothers were talking about the packages the stalker had left.  It was almost undetectable, but a look passed across her face.  Yes, he was sure she understood far more than she was letting on.

“But that’s not important now.  I’ll talk to Joey.  Right now I’m going to see if I can get the charges against you dropped or at least get you bonded out.  Don’t talk without me, and don’t eat or drink anything they offer you.”

He stood, walked to the door and tapped on it.

Geeze, why did he think she understood what they’d said?  She needed to be more careful.

Ben walked back to the lobby.  He looked at Joey.

“Jess says they were talking Italian.  Tell me what the man said to Uncle Sal.”

“Voglio più soldi o devo dire che hai ordinato Benson morto.”

“Where’s the scum bag?  Please tell me they arrested him for assaulting Uncle Sal.”

“Yeah, they took him in.”

Ben went back through the secured door.  He ran his hands through his hair.  If only the video of Jess and Benson hadn’t gone viral, he could convince everyone that she was just a little bit of a defenseless thing, but there was no hope of convincing anyone Jess Parker was defenseless now.

The better thing was to bond her out, and talk to the guy tomorrow. Her bond was set at $10,000.  That meant $1000 in cash tonight.  He walked back out to Joey. If he couldn’t get the charges dropped, he’d go for self-defense.

“I need a grand.  You got it on you or do I need to go home and get it out of the safe?”

Lane sat listening to the exchange as Joey stood and pulled several one hundred dollar bills from his wallet.  He counted off 10 and handed them to Ben.  She wasn’t sure whether she was more shocked that Joey had that much cash in his wallet; or at hearing that Ben could get that much cash, from a safe she knew nothing about, in what was now her home.

It took half an hour to get the paperwork done and get Jess released.  Ben looked at Joey, “I need to talk to Uncle Sal.  Get them home, Okay?” He kissed Lane, “I love you, I just need to talk to Uncle Sal tonight to get this all straightened out.  I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

She looked tired, and he knew she needed to get some rest. They walked outside together.  He opened the front passenger door of Lane’s Escalade, helped her get in and kissed her again.  He brushed the back of his hand on her cheek.

“Go to bed without me. I can wake you when I get home.”

This was nuts, when had they turned into the family who spent more time at the police station than away from it?  Lane reached up and touched Ben’s hand as she looked into his eyes.  “Okay, promise you’ll wake me?”

He nodded and closed the door.  He pulled out this phone and called Uncle Sal. He didn’t bother with hello when Sal answered.

“Jess was arrested for assault.  What the hell is going on?”

“I didn’t even know the man who pushed me. Where is the girl?”

“She’s home.  There’s more to this, Sal and we both know it. They arrested the guy who pushed you.  I’ll talk to him in the morning and see if I can get the charges dropped.  Are you home now?  Are you all right?  Is Pauli with you?”

“Yes.  Go home to your wife and family.  There’s nothing to be done tonight.” Sal said as he ended the call.

Ben started his SUV and drove home.

Chapter 27

comes the dawn

Ben woke before dawn and dressed for his run.  It was another 10 mile morning.  He came home and went right to the weight room. He went through his reps, and as he finished Jamie came in.

“Did you already run, Dad?”

“Yeah, is anyone else up?”

“I passed Joey in the hall.  He looks awful, like he’s been up all night.  Is there something else going on?”

Ben looked at him, “Someone attacked Uncle Sal last night, and Jess jumped in the middle of it.  She was arrested for assault, but I expect the charges will be dropped today.  I just need to go to the station and talk to the guy.”

Jamie looked at Ben.  He trusted Ben.  He knew Ben had helped Jake, Jess, and his Mom more than once.  And if Ben said everything would be fine, it would be.  But Ben hadn’t said it would be fine.

“You didn’t say everything would be fine.  You always say, ‘I’ll handle it and everything will be fine.’  I’m not a kid; you can tell me if something is going on.”

It had been the Parkers against the world his whole life; and then three years ago, even Jess had let Ben into their family circle.  He had started to call Ben ‘Dad’ because, in many ways, Ben was the only father he’d known.  Sure Phillip Parker was in Chicago and Jamie saw him once a year or so, but Phillip Parker wasn’t there for him or his siblings when they needed something.  He hadn’t had that feeling of security until they’d moved to Kansas and met Ben Bellini.  The Parker kids knew that one phone call to Ben and, no matter what was wrong, he would set it right.

No, Jamie wasn’t exactly a kid any more.  Ben thought as he said, “There’s nothing else, Bambino.  I will handle it and everything will be fine.”

He patted Jamie on the shoulder as he walked toward the door.  He stopped and turned to look at Jamie.

“I’m just worried about your Mom.  This is a high risk pregnancy because of her age, you know.  Dangerous for the baby, not for her.  I want to be sure she gets enough rest and, with everything going on, this week has been hard on her.  But I don’t want anyone to worry.  Tonight is a party and we forget everything else.”

Ben walked up the stairs and went into the kitchen.  Joey had made coffee and was sitting at the table.  Ben got a bottle of water and sat with him.

“The Bambino thinks you’ve been up all night.”

“How do you get any sleep around this family?  I’m constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop.”

Ben laughed, “This has been an unusual week.  Things are much quieter usually.”

Joey ran his hand through his hair, “Probably because Jess is usually in L.A.”

Ben looked toward the hall where the bedrooms were.  “You said it yourself.  She can take care of herself.  Speaking of shoes, I need to order a new pair to replace the ones the police have.”

“Yeah, you and Pauli and the Jess Parker Shoe Club.”

Ben laughed again, “You forgot Tony.  He’s a card carrying member of the club.  I think she may have blackmailed both Pauli and Tony in.  She just manipulated me.  But she can be very hard to say no to.”

Ben got up and headed toward his bedroom leaving Joey alone at the table.  Yeah, Joey thought, she would be hard to say no to if she ever looked up at me with those big blue eyes like she wanted something from me.  He remembered the look on her face the other night just before she’d kissed him and told him never to scare her again.  Well, Toots, that goes both ways, he thought.

Ben paused to watch Lane sleep before going into the bathroom.  He’d closed the door, so the shower wouldn’t wake Lane.  He was standing in the shower, letting the ceiling mounted shower heads rain over him.  He was standing with his eyes closed and his face tipped toward the rain when he felt the hands on his back.  He shook his head and opened his eyes.

“I was trying not to wake you.” He said, as he turned and bent his head to kiss his wife.

“You promised to wake me last night.”  She said, as she moved her hands up his chest and curled her fingers in his chest hair.

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.  As always, when their tongues danced together, Lane moaned and, as always, that was all it took.  Ben picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him as he backed her against the stone wall.

The shower was six feet by six feet.  It had two stone walls, the other two were clear glass.  The entire ceiling was raining.  He moved his lips from her mouth, down her neck and across her shoulder, before he bent and took one of her nipples in his mouth.  She moaned and wrapped her fingers in the hair at the back of his head.  She knew her moaning always made him hard, and he knew suckling her breasts always made her wet.

He moved to her other breast and she continued moaning.  He wanted to take his time, but it had been weeks since they’d made love, and her moaning was pushing him with an urgency he was finding difficult to control.  He needed to be inside her.  Needed it like he needed to breathe.

She grabbed him tightly and threw her head back as she moaned.  “I need you inside me now.”

God, he loved that she could have an orgasm just from him suckling her.  He slid her lower and she helped guide him inside her.  He put his hands behind her.  The stone walls weren’t smooth, and the last thing he wanted was to scrape up her back.  There was a stone bench in the shower and he turned and lowered himself to sit on the edge of it.  She still had her legs wrapped around him.  She moved her left leg and wrapped it around his right leg as she slid up and down the length of him.  She put one hand against the stone and shifted.

He had promised her that he’d always make sure she had at least two orgasms before he even thought about having one himself.  He’d confessed even at the time that it wasn’t true, because he started thinking about having an orgasm almost before he was inside her.  This time was no different.  He wasn’t sure how many she’d had when she leaned forward and purred in his ear. “You’ve kept your promise, now come with me.”

He groaned, as he finally let himself go over.  He stood, still holding her, and walked into the bedroom.  She was so tight and wet, and he really wasn’t quite ready to be finished.  He laid her on the bed and got in next to her.  They were wet and it was a chilly morning.  He pulled the covers over them as he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her.

“My intention, Mrs. Bellini, is to kiss every square inch of you.”  He managed between kisses and licks.

“As long as you realize, Mr. Bellini, that turn-a-bout is fair play.”

He was glad that the master suite was on the opposite side of the house from the other bedrooms.  Lane wasn’t a quiet lover which was great as far as he was concerned.  He just wasn’t sure he wanted the whole house to know it.

She wrapped her hand around his stiffening erection, and began stroking him as he suckled her breasts.

“You know what that does to me.”  She murmured.

He lifted his head and looked in her eyes. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”

He lowered his head again, taking the other nipple into his mouth.  He moved his hand between her thighs.  Yes, she was wet.  What a marvelous thing this was.  He slowly moved first one finger and then another inside; and she moaned, as she moved her hips in rhythm with his fingers.

He lifted his head, “And you know what that moaning does to me.”

She stroked his now full erection.  She pushed at his shoulder so he rolled onto his back and she straddled him. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”

Lane had large full breasts, easily a D cup, and Ben loved the view from this position.  His hands at her waist nearly encircled it.

She leaned forward, kissed him and whispered in his ear, “I love you.”  She leaned backward, arching her back as she put her hands on his knees.

“I don’t think I can wait for you this time.”  He said as he moved and rolled her beneath him.

Lane laughed, “You silly man, I’m at least two ahead of you already.”  She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deeper.

Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, entangled in the damp sheets.  “I love you.”  He said, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Lane kissed him, “I think I’m the lucky one.”

Ben got out of bed.  “I have something for you.” He said as he went to his closet.  He pushed aside some clothes and opened the safe.  “It’s a wedding present.”  He said, as he came out carrying yet another Tiffany’s blue box.  He handed it to her.

Inside was a beautiful diamond eternity necklace.  It seemed to match the bracelet he’d gotten her for her birthday a couple of months earlier, only he’d told her it had come from Italy.  She wondered if Tiffany’s had a location in Italy.  She kissed him, “Between the jewelry and the roses, you know you’re going to spoil me, don’t you?”

“Only for the rest of our lives.” He said as he bent and kissed her again.

Chapter 28

that makes three

Ben had taken a quick shower to get his bed hair under control and Lane joined him again.

“We are never going to get out of this room if you keep getting in here with me.”  He said as he kissed her.

The truth was he didn’t care if they ever left the master suite again.  But he knew they had a house full of people who would start knocking on the door soon.

Although she smiled seductively, she said, “I’m not here to seduce you this time.”

He turned her around and soaped her back.  “Oh, really?”

She turned and winked at him before she tipped her head back and began applying shampoo.  “No, this time, I’m just trying to reduce my carbon footprint by conserving water.”

He put his arms around her and pulled her close.  “Can I expect this conservation effort every morning?”

Her eyes were closed and she was up to her elbows in hair and shampoo.  “I can only promise conservation on the weekends.  You’re up and showered far too early Monday through Friday.”

He kissed her as he turned to step out of the shower.  “I have to go see that guy who claims Jess assaulted him.  I’m going to see if I can get him to drop the charges.” He said as he left the bathroom and walked toward his closet.

He pulled out a suit.  It might be Saturday, but it was still official; and he was going to dress like a lawyer to talk to this guy.

Lane had stepped out of the shower, and was bent over combing her wet hair with her fingers.  The sight of her naked ass stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Please tell me you don’t stand naked and do that every morning.  Tell me this is something you’re doing just for me.”

She flipped her hair back as she stood.  “I don’t want to start our marriage off by lying to you, dear, but if you need it to be just for you, then of course, from now on, I’ll do it just for you.  You’re going to have to adjust when you go to the office though, because I’ll be doing it after my shower.”

She had a point, he was going to have to get used to the sight of her naked.  He adjusted himself so he could walk out of the bedroom without embarrassing himself.

She walked over and kissed him.  “Will you take the Jag?  I want to form a convoy of SUV’s and go to the house and bring back my clothes and Jamie’s.  We need to talk about parking spaces too.  The Navigator; the Escalade; the Mercedes; the Jag and Jamie’s truck; we need to figure out who’s parking where, so it doesn’t look like a used car lot out there.”

He kissed her.  “Sure.  It’s fall, almost time to put the convertibles in storage anyway.  Let’s put the SUVs and Jamie’s truck in the attached and the convertibles in the detached.  We can figure out which bays when I get back.  Don’t get carried away bringing things home.  We’ll get movers.”

“Okay.  Go.  Work.  Save Jess.  We’ll figure it out later.”

She smiled, thinking it was a good thing that Ben had her pack for a few days at Uncle Sal’s.  Otherwise, she’d have nothing clean to put on.  She went to her closet and got a pair of jeans and a sweater.  Ben had said not to worry about bringing things over, that they’d get movers to do it; but they had two houses full of furniture.  What were they going to do with all of it?  She smiled, too bad the church wasn’t having another garage sale.

Ben walked through the house.  Jamie and Joey were in the kitchen.  It smelled like they were making pancakes.   He’d lived alone since he was in law school.  It was strange having a house full of people.  Not bad, just strange.

It was nine o’clock Saturday morning when Ben checked in at the desk at the Leawood Police station.  No one had even mentioned the guy’s name last night.  Uncle Sal had said he didn’t know the guy.  Ben explained what he was doing there.  The woman at the desk pushed the buzzer to open the secure door and he went through.

A plain clothes officer met him.  “Mr. Bellini, the charges against your client are being dropped.”

Well, that was good news, and he hadn’t even talked to the guy yet.  “That’s good news.  What about the guy, you are charging him with assault against my uncle though, aren’t you?”

“No.  He died in custody last night.”

Ben narrowed his eyes and looked at him.  “Died?”

“Yes, it appears he committed suicide.  Hung himself.”

Ben could choose to ask a lot of questions, or he could walk away.  The guy wasn’t his client and because he was dead, the charges against Jess would be dropped.  No complainant, no charges.  Ben thanked him for his time and left.

Once in the Jag, he called Uncle Sal.  “The guy who pushed you last night apparently committed suicide in custody last night.  The charges against Jess were dropped.  No complainant, no charges.  I’m on my way home.  Will we see you tonight at Papa’s?”

“Sì, Nipote.”

“Is Pauli still with you or has he gone to my house now?”

“He should be at your house, he left earlier.”

*****

Lane, Jess, Joey and Jamie drove to the Parkers’ house.  The first order of business was to get clothes.  They’d figure out what to do about furniture and other personal items later. They used Lane’s Escalade and Ben’s Navigator and Jamie’s Chevy Colorado. They grabbed Lane’s, Jamie’s and Jess’s clothes, the television from Jamie’s bedroom and Jamie got the gaming systems.  They loaded the vehicles and drove the few blocks back to their new home.

Pauli and Ben were already at the house when the Parker caravan arrived.  They met Lane, Jamie, Jess and Joey in the driveway, and helped unload and carry everything into the house.  Lane, Jess and Jamie had each cleaned out their closets and dressers, bringing both suitcases and hanging clothes.

Ben had spent a small fortune furnishing his 6000 square foot house.  A lot of single men would have skipped furnishing the unused rooms, like the three or four extra bedrooms.  But Ben had completely furnished each of the guestrooms.  Each had a queen or king size bed, a dresser, night stands, bedside lamps and a comfortable chair.  He still needed to tell Lane about the new house, and he thanked God it was a seven bedroom house.  He had an idea that one or the other or both of his brothers would be at his house any time Jess was in town. And with the baby on the way now that meant they needed at least six bedrooms.

After everything was unloaded and in the house, Ben had everyone come into the great room.  “The charges against Jess have been dropped.  The man who assaulted Uncle Sal apparently committed suicide while in custody last night.  We have a lot to celebrate tonight.  So, in the meantime, lunch is on me.  Shall we go out or call for take-out?”

Lane looked at her family.  Was she the only one who was thinking that there were now three dead bodies somehow connected to them over the last several days?  Lila Crane was dead, Clyde Benson was dead and now this third guy, whose name she didn’t even know.  Seriously, when had they turned into the family who couldn’t go anyplace without tripping over a body?

While everyone was talking about what they wanted for lunch, Lane leaned toward Ben.  “I’d really like some of Aunt Em’s Lemon Meringue pie.  But I don’t think I can go there.  It’s where I fainted the other day.”

Pauli was sitting next to Lane and heard what she’d said to Ben.  “So, the cravings have started?”  He paused and then said, “You fainted?  When?”

Lane smiled.  “A few days ago.  That’s how I found out I’m pregnant.  And it might be cravings, but I’m really fond of Aunt Em’s pies anyway.”

Jess shook her head and stood up.  Pauli was obviously worried when Lane talked about fainting and he still claimed he wasn’t crushing. If she were to comment, he’d no doubt claim he was showing a doctor’s concern.

“I’ll go.  Anyone else want pie?  I can bring back more than one.”

Joey stood up.  “I could go for Aunt Em’s apple pie.”

Jamie stood up.  “How about Jack Stack for lunch?  Jess, one more time before you go back to Cali?”

Cell phones were pulled out and to-go orders were placed.

“Someone should call Jake.”  Ben said as he took out his phone.  There was no reason for him to miss everything.

Lane walked to the kitchen to look through the cupboards.  Ben had stocked Diet Dr. Pepper for her; but since both caffeine and artificial sweeteners were no longer part of her diet, she needed to check for herbal tea. Ben came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.  “What are we missing?  Do I need to go to the store?”

She leaned back so that her back was against his chest.  “Caffeine and artificial sweeteners have been taken off of my diet.  I’m on herbal tea, hot or iced for the duration.  I’m just checking.”

He kissed the top of her head.  “Don’t bother you won’t find any.  I can either go to the store, or go to your house and get your tea kettle, teapot, tea, and whatever you need.  You sit and put your feet up.  I’ll go.”

She patted his hand that he had placed on her abdomen.  “You do know I’m pregnant, not sick or helpless, right?”

“Yes, I know.”  He kissed the back of her neck. “I also know the doctor said the first few weeks could really sap your energy.  You’re used to doing everything for yourself.  You don’t have to do that anymore.  Let me pamper you a little, I think it’s time someone did.”

This man was amazing.  He was handsome, smart, witty, kind, considerate, romantic and loving.  “Fine, go get my tea things.  But I can’t sit down, I have to put my clothes away.”   She smiled at him.  “No one else can do it. I don’t want anyone else in my underwear.”

“Neither do I.”  He said as he laughed and kissed her head again.  “I’ll only be a few minutes.  Is there anything else you want while I’m out?”

“No, just the tea things.”  She patted his hand again, “I have everything else I need.”

Jess and Joey left for Aunt Em’s, Jamie and Pauli went to Jack Stack, Ben left for the Parkers’ house and Lane was alone for the first time in days.  She went into the master bedroom and started putting her clothes away.  Her solitude didn’t last long.  She soon heard the little feet of Abbey Kelly running through the house.

Abbey’s little voice was calling out, “Mizwane, Mizwane” as her little feet pattered through the house.

Lane stepped out of the bedroom and called, “Here I am.”

Abbey ran into her arms, and covered her face with wet, slobbery, kisses that were only tolerable because they were from a two year old. It had cooled outside and Abbey wore a light weight jacket.  Lane helped her remove it.

“We tame fow wunch.”  She told Lane.

“Yes, I know.”  She said as she looked at Meg and Jake.  “Everyone is out getting our lunch now.  I hope you’re very hungry.  We’re having barbecue with pie for desert.”  Lane sat down in the great room and pulled Abbey onto her lap.

“What can I do?”  Meg asked.

“I think we’ll have to eat in the dining room, there are nine of us.  Have Jake help you with plates and silverware.”

After lunch, the men had cleanup duty; so Meg and Jess helped Lane finish organizing her closet, leaving time for Lane to have a much needed nap.  Lane had always loved an afternoon nap.  It was the one thing she remembered about her mother.  Her mother died from cancer when Lane was four, but she remembered having a nap with her mother in the afternoons.  She smiled.  She also remembered waking before her mother.  And then she’d sit quietly in the overstuffed arm chair in her parents’ bedroom and “read”, which meant she’d look at picture books and wait for her mother to wake up.

Lane stripped down to her underwear, crawled between the sheets and closed her eyes.  In no time, she was asleep and dreaming that her family was engaged in fighting a war against tiny men whose only weapons were cameras.

At 4:15, Ben came into the bedroom and gently lay down next to his wife.  He gazed at her as she snuggled into him. He moved her hair away from her face and she stirred. He brushed his lips across hers.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.”  He whispered, “It’s time to wake up.”

She snuggled closer to him.  “You’re warm.  It’s cold out there.  Why are you on top of the covers?”

He laughed.  “Because I’m here to get you out of bed, not to be convinced to get in with you.  We don’t have time for any funny business.  Mass is at 5:00.”

She moaned and whispered, “We have time.” as she reached to unbuckle his belt.

He caught her hand.  “Stop that.”  He kissed her. “Woman, you are insatiable.”

Hadn’t Dr. Sennette told them that her hormones would be raging and that some women experienced heightened sex drive throughout their pregnancies?  Whatever the reason, it seemed to be the case right now.

She smiled at him.  “Yes, so it seems.  Are you complaining?”

“Under ordinary circumstances, it’s the last thing I’d complain about.  But we really don’t have time.  Believe me, 15 minutes is barely a warm up, and that’s all the time we have.”

He kissed her, and she moaned as she unzipped his khakis.  She had her hand around his solid erection and was stroking him.  He wasn’t arguing any more.  She had freed him from all encumbrances; and was urging him inside as she pushed her white lace panties to one side, clearing the path for him to enter her. She wrapped her left leg around him and pulled him close, moaning and catching her breath as her first orgasm claimed her.

God, how did she do that?  She was wet, she was tight, and he had no control.  He rolled her onto her back and pushed deep inside her. She moved her hands under his shirt and caressed his back.  Suddenly both of her legs were wrapped around him and she was thrusting her hips upward in frantic need.  He couldn’t wait any longer, and groaned as he went over.  He looked at the clock.  She’d gotten him off in less than 10 minutes and managed to have at least two orgasms of her own.  He leaned down and kissed her.  “I love you.”  He felt her muscles contract around him.

“And I love you.”  She smiled.  “I told you we had plenty of time.” She whispered near his ear.  “Now, let me get up so I can get dressed.”  She said tapping his shoulder.

He rolled onto his side and looked down at his clothes.  He was a wrinkled mess.  His clothes looked like he’d just had sex in them; probably because he had.  He got up, went to his closet and changed.