For the Love of Gina: The President's Girlfriend (10 page)

“Seeing
my wife made you start thinking?”

“That’s
right.”

“And
what exactly were you thinking about?”

What
about?” Dutch asked, although he was beginning to have a darn good idea what.

“I
was thinking that if we could switch, you know?
 
Just every now and then.
 
Now that
could really spice things up nicely, Dutch.”

Dutch
stopped walking and looked at Crader.
 
Crader stopped walking too.
 
“What
are you getting at, Crader?
 
What are you
saying?”

“I’m
saying it’ll be all I need.
 
All we both
need.”

“I
have all I need, thank-you very much.
 
Speak for yourself.”

“It’ll
give me the variety I’m used to, okay?
 
Is that plain enough for you?
 
There wouldn’t be any press leaks or problems with our wives because
it’ll involve them too.
 
It’ll be just
between us.
 
The four of us.
 
In the family, so to speak.
 
I know how you feel about LaLa.
 
I see how you look at her, and I’m sure you
see how I look at Gina.
 
It can be
perfect, Dutch.
 
You and La can spend
some time together, and I can. . .”

Dutch
dared him to say it.
 
He dared him.
 
“And you can what?”

“You
can be with La every now and then, and every now and then I can fuck Gina.”

Dutch
punched Crader so hard across his face that Crader fell straight on his
ass.
 
The Secret Service quickly moved
in, when they saw the president fall, but Crader just as quickly waved them
back.

“I’m
okay,” he yelled, touching the side of his now bloody lip.

The
agents didn’t know what to do.
 
It was a
felony to hit a sitting president.
 
An
out-and-out crime.
 
But when the hitter
used to also be the president himself, it wasn’t so cut and dry.
 
But since it was Dutch who administered the
blow, they did back off.
 
But kept their
eyes trained on the two men now.

Crader
stood up, knocking the dirt off of his trousers.
 
“I was joking, Dutch, damn!
 
You can’t take a joke anymore?”

“Oh,
it was a joke now?”

“Yes!
 
You know I wouldn’t do anything like
that.
 
Just the four of us?
 
Come on, for crying out loud!
 
You know I wouldn’t go for anything like
that.
 
I was joking!”

“I
think a man suggesting he fuck my wife is crazy, not funny.
 
I don’t get the joke in that.”

“If I
can’t joke with you, who can I joke with?
 
I fucking president!
 
I need a
release, Dutch, all right?
 
It was a
joke.
 
Nothing more.
 
A joke.”

“Joke
about something else,” Dutch ordered.
 
Then he frowned.
 
“What the hell is
wrong with you anyway?
 
Why would you
even think like that?
 
Loretta’s a great
woman!”

“I
know she’s great, Dutch!
 
You don’t have
to keep telling me that.
 
She thinks
you’re great too.
 
She respects you above
any other man alive, including me!
 
She’s
fantastic, I know that!”

Dutch
paused.
 
Crader didn’t understand his
relationship with LaLa.
 
In his mind, it
was a sexual thing, because that was all his mind seemed capable of seeing.
 
And although Dutch did find LaLa attractive,
he had the kind of love for her he had for his children.
 
He looked out for her.
 
He felt a responsibility to her.
 
And the idea that Crader still couldn’t see
the diamond he had in LaLa, frustrated him.
 
“What it is, Cray?” Dutch asked him.
 
“Loretta’s fantastic, but she’s not enough for you?”

“Of
course she’s enough!
 
I told you I wasn’t
serious.”

“Is
she enough for you, Crader?” Dutch asked again.

Crader
paused, and then he shook his head.
 
“No,” he admitted.
 
“No one woman
is or ever can be.”

Dutch
exhaled, opened his suit coat, and placed his hands on his hips.
 
“Does she know?” he asked his longtime
friend.

“Does
she know what?
 
That I’m an asshole for
feeling this way?”

“That
she’s not good enough for you?
 
That the
man she loves and married is saying that she’s not enough for him?”

“What
do you want me to say?
 
I love my wife.”

“Bullshit!”

“It’s
not bullshit!
 
I love her!
 
I love her more than I love any human being
on the face of this earth, and that’s the truth!
 
But I have to have more.
 
I can’t help it, Dutch.
 
I need more!”

Dutch
couldn’t believe it.
 
“So what’s the
problem?
 
She doesn’t satisfy you in bed,
is that what you’re telling me?”

“That’s
not it at all! That’s why this is so fucked up.
 
She’s great in bed.
 
Before you
guys came, she gave me some and it was. . . it was magnificent,” Crader said
honestly.
 
“It was perfect.”

“Then
what the hell is your problem?”

“There’s
no danger.
 
There’s no . . . I like the
danger of it, Dutch.
 
I like.
 
. . Hell, I don’t know, Dutch.
 
You remember how we used to have those threesomes?
 
How dangerous and awesome that felt?”

“Why
do you keep bringing that up as if that’s something to be proud of?
 
We were sex starved United States Senators
back then who had to have it all the time.
 
That wasn’t a good thing.
 
It was
wrong, Crader.
 
It was immoral.
 
It wasn’t the way to go.”

Crader
exhaled.
 
“I didn’t say it was.
 
But I need what I need.”

What
an infuriating man, Dutch thought.
 
He
thought he was bad, but Crader took the prize.
 
Talk about complicated.
 
Complicated wasn’t the word to describe this man!
 
“Have you told Loretta about this need of
yours?” he asked
 
him.

“No.
 
How can I tell her a thing like that?”

“But
you’ve been faithful to her?”

“Yes.
 
And I will be.
 
She’s my wife, and I can’t lose her.”

“Then
you’d better start behaving like it, Cray.
 
You hear me?
 
You’d better decide
if variety means more to you than having Loretta.
 
Because she won’t settle for less.
 
I won’t let her.”

Crader
stared at Dutch.
 
He always acted as if
he was LaLa’s protector.
 
“You’re always
so pure, aren’t you, Dutch?” he asked him.

“Hurt
Loretta,” Dutch said, “and you’ll see just how pure I am.”
 
Dutch stared at Crader longer, and then he
walked away, unable to stand the sight of his closest friend.

Crader
just stood there.
 
And then he couldn’t
stand the sight of himself either.
 
He
wasn’t going to lose LaLa, he was certain of that.
 
But how to keep from losing her was going to
be the trick.

That
next afternoon, while LaLa and Crader were playing tennis, and while Walt and Nikki
played Hide-and-Go-Seek, Dutch and Gina took his private plane to Boston, and
then a helicopter ride to the Nantucket estate of Dutch’s childhood.
 
The helicopter landed on the backside of the
estate and as soon as it did, Gina was surprised.
 
Dutch had told her she wouldn’t be able to
guess where he was taking her, and he was right.
 
She looked at him.

“Come
on,” he said as he helped her off of the helipad and walked her toward the back
entrance.
 
When they arrived under the
colonnade, Gina smiled.
 
“Okay now, what
is this about?” she asked him.

“It’s
about us,” Dutch said.
 
“It’s ours.”

“Ours?
 
But what about Nathan Riles?
 
You left this estate to him.”

“While
he lived, it was his.
 
But as you know he
passed away a few weeks back.
 
Which
means it reverted back to me.”

“But
how?
 
Was it arranged that way all
along?”

“Yes.”

“But
why?
 
You didn’t even like it here.”

“I
didn’t like it because of the people.
 
Not the house.
 
Not the
grounds.
 
I wanted to regain ownership
after Nathan passed for our baby’s sake.
 
This is Walter Robert Harber’s ancestral home, and he has a right to
inherit it.”

Gina
was touched.
 
But what about the other
one?
 
“And what about Jade?” she
asked.
 
“Doesn’t she have that same
right?”

“This
belongs to Walter.
 
I’ll do everything I
can for my daughter, but this will be Walt’s.”

“But
is that fair, Dutch?
 
Jade’s your child
too.”

“I
know she’s my child.
 
And I care deeply
for her.
 
I love her.
 
But I can’t pretend she doesn’t harbor great
resentment toward you and Walt, and hatred, because she does.
 
Until I’m convinced those feelings are gone,
I can’t make any plans for her that includes any interactions with our
baby.
 
Or you.
 
Not now.”

Then
Dutch lifted Gina into his arms, alarming her by the suddenness.
 
“But right now,” he said, carrying her toward
the entrance, “it doesn’t belong to either one of my children.
 
It belongs to you and I.
 
And we’re going to go inside and turn this
mother out!”

Gina
laughed.
 
“What in the world would you
know about turning a mother out?”

“Watch
me,” he said, as he carried her inside.

They
made love for hours.
 
It started on the
verandah, and ended in the bedroom where Dutch had Gina sprawled out naked as
he licked her pussy dry.
 
For nearly half
an hour he ate on her.
 
He was naked too,
stooped down, and she could see the back of him from the bedroom mirror as he
pleasured her.
 
His ass squeezed with
every lick he put on her.
 
And she loved
every moment of it.
 
She’d only been in
this house once, when his mother was still alive and was voicing her displeasure
with Gina, but now it felt like a different place.
 
Back then, she was out of her depth,
terrified of that hateful woman.
 
Now she
was completely in her element, resting on her back on her husband’s childhood
bed, opening her legs wider and wider as his tongue careened down her pussy as
if she was as sweet to the taste as soft, flowing, chocolate ice cream.

She
was even sweeter to the taste to Dutch.
 
He couldn’t get enough of her taste.
 
His eyes were closed, and he felt drunk on her love.
 
Every time his tongue slid down her folds,
feeling every texture, he felt more intoxicated.
 
She was swollen and red from his ravaging,
and he still wanted more.
 
And by the way
she was arching and responding, she wanted him to give her more.
 
So he did.
 
For nearly an hour longer, he gave her more.

And
by the time he stood up, and moved on top of
 
her, ready to guide it into her, she had already cum.
 
But as soon as his penis touched her pussy,
and that electricity she always felt at his initial entry sparked again, she
knew it was a brand new ballgame.
 

But
before he could get into any kind of groove, Gina knew she had to do it now or
he wouldn’t let her.
 
He’d be too busy
pleasuring her.
 
She wanted to pleasure
him.