President's Girlfriend 06 - The Sins of the Fathers (19 page)

“Well,”
Dutch said, sitting his glass of wine on the side tray, knowing he was getting
too aroused to not get some from Gina.
 
“If you ever see anything that concerns you about this resentment of
his, you let me know.”

“And why
should I let you know?” Gina said with a smile as Dutch began to unbuckle and
unzip his pants.
 
“So you can go over and
beat Marcus up for me?”

Dutch moved
her on top of him, her back against his front, and began pulling down her
shorts and panties as he did.
 
“If he
disrespects you,” he said, “I’ll do more than that to him.”

Gina knew he
meant it too.
 
Henry Osgood was a prime
example of that.
 
And she couldn’t even
begin to imagine what he did to Robert Rand, another enemy of theirs.
 
But then she forgot about Henry Osgood and
Robert Rand and Marcus and Jade and focused on Dutch.
 
And what Dutch’s expert fingers were doing to
her.

When he
lifted slightly to pull down his boxers, and his cock flung out like a soldier
at attention, big, thick, and rock-hard aroused, she wrapped her hand around it
and began to stroke.
 
His cock was now
between her legs, jutting out fully aroused as if it was an attachment to her
own vagina, and she stroked it hard.

“That’s the
way, baby,” Dutch said as he leaned his head back and enjoyed Gina’s
massage.
 
And when she leaned down
beneath the blanket that covered them, and put her mouth on his rod, he began
to shutter.

“Yes,” he
said breathlessly as he felt the full force of her expertise.
 
“Yes.
 
Gina, yes.
 
Give it to
me.
 
Give it to me.”

And Gina
gave it to him.
 
She knew how to give it
to Dutch.
 
And he continued, with his
expert fingers, to give it to her.
 

Until he was too aroused, too full, to cooperate.

He lifted
her onto his engorged penis, and slowly slid her down his long rod.
 
He could feel her wetness began to coalesce
around his cock as he entered her womanhood like a deep dive.
 
And he kept sliding that baby in.
 
He moaned it felt so good.
 
It felt like sliding into home base, and he
slid all the way home.
 
This was exactly
what he needed after yet another crazy-ass day, and he was going to enjoy this
ride.
 

He placed
his arms beneath Gina’s thighs, lifting her up and down on his rod, so that she
could enjoy the ride, too.
 
And she rode
him hard, the feeling of his fullness inside of her giving her that quivering
sensation.
 
And those slushing sounds of
her wetness as his dick slid in and out, those sounds they knew so well, made
both of them moan.

For a long time they relaxed and rode and moaned.
 
She could feel every inch of his thickness, like a sensual thickness
stuck deep inside of her, and the sweetness of that fullness gave her a fierce
elation.
 
They kept feeling as if they
were on the edge of completion, but it kept on teasing them, over and over,
until the tease became a thrill in and of itself.
 

The friction
alone had them aching in pleasure.
 
The
unyielding slushing sounds of their lovemaking had them both grunting and
groaning for more, louder sounds.
 
And more kept pouring out of them.

They made
love for the longest time.
 
Until one
simple movement, where Dutch’s dick shoved into the deepest point of
penetration inside of Gina’s pussy, giving it an angle that made every muscle
in his body quiver, and broke it loose for both of them.

“
Oh, Gi
,” Dutch said in an almost
grunting voice as he leaned against Gina’s back and trembled with the impact of
his release.
 
Gina leaned back, against
Dutch’s chest, to absorb the impact of her own release.
 

And they
came.
  
In a fierce one-two surge of
pleasure that left them both arching up and then pulsating down.
 
It was so intense that it caused Dutch to
grab his wife around her waist and hold her tightly against him, his heart
pounding in near-hyperventilation.
 
He
knew what he had.
 
Crader might not have
realized what he had.
 
But Dutch knew
exactly the worth of this woman he had on his hands.

Later, after
they had showered together, they decided to go up to the third floor Game Room
and play some cards.
 
There were large
card tables throughout the room, some seating as many as eight to a table, but
they opted, instead, for the more intimate two-person, fold-out table against
the back wall.
 
Gina had on one of
Dutch’s big shirts that dropped down to her knees, and Dutch had on a pair of
jeans and a sweat shirt.
 
He was drinking
a can of beer, Gina was sipping pineapple juice, and both had already won a
game apiece.
 
This third game, Gin Rummy,
belonged to Gina.

But the
intercom on their card table buzzed just as she was about to proclaim her
victory.
 
To avoid having to endure that
ridiculous crip-walking victory dance of hers, Dutch gladly pressed the button.

“Yes, Rogers?”

“Excuse me,
Mr. President,” the male voice on the other end said, “but Mrs. McKenzie
requests permission to come up to the Residence.
 
Is permission granted, sir?”

“Yes, of
course it is,” Dutch said.

Before he
could even give that permission, however, Gina was already up and heading for
the stairs that led to the second floor Residence, in total disregard of the
fact that the only thing covering her was Dutch’s big dress shirt.

He hurried
after her.
 

Gina was
already on the second floor and waiting in front of the elevators by the time
he made it to her side.
 
The doors
clanged open and LaLa, with baby Nicole in her arms, stepped off.
 
Her eyes were puffy, Dutch immediately
noticed.
 
From non-stop crying, he would
venture to guess.

He removed
baby Nicole from her arms as she all but fell into Gina’s arms.
 
Dutch held and bounced the pretty
brown-skinned girl against his chest as Gina escorted the baby’s mother to the
West Sitting Hall.

Dutch
carried the baby to the Nursery to be with Little Walt.
 
It was no surprise to him that LaLa would
come to them.
 
He would have been
disappointed if she hadn’t.
 
But he still
couldn’t help but wonder about his friend, and how that man had to be feeling
right about now.

But he made
the choice to screw that girl, Dutch thought angrily as the nannies on duty
took control of Nicole.
 
Now he had to
live with the consequences of that screw up.
 
But that still didn’t stop him from worrying about his friend. And
Loretta looked so distraught, he thought as he lingered in the Nursery watching
his young son sleep.
 
All because Crader
had
to
 
have
him
a piece of ass.
 
He used to be as
reckless sexually as Crader.
 
But
eventually you have to get some balls and grow the hell up.
 
They have children now, and wives.
 
They can’t keep do that old shit as if they
were still in those relationships of convenience.

But what was
done was done, Dutch thought as he made his way back into the sitting
room.
 
There was nothing even Crader
could do to change it now.

An usher was
handing LaLa a glass of wine as Dutch arrived in the sitting room.
 
Both she and Gina were seated, side by side,
on the sofa.

“Will there
be anything else, ma’am?” the usher asked Gina.

“That’ll be
all, thank-you.”

The usher
bowed slightly, said goodnight also to the president, and left.
 
Gina looked almost as distraught as LaLa,
Dutch noticed as he walked over to the sofa and also sat beside LaLa, placing
her squarely in the middle.
 
He put his
arm around her waist, and she leaned against him.
 
The tears she’d been fighting unsuccessfully
ever since Crader laid it on her, began to reappear once again.

“We’ll get
through this, sweetheart,” Dutch reassured her as he held her.
 
Gina, who already had tears staining her
eyes, rubbed LaLa’s arm.

After a few
moments of silence, LaLa sat erect again and wiped her nose with the tissue
Gina had already provided to her.

“I hate
bothering you guys like this,” she said.

“There’s no
bother at all, young lady,” Dutch said.
 
“You’re as much a part of us as our own children.”

“Sometimes I
feel like a child.”

“Oh, LaLa,”
Gina said.

“I do.
 
Since I had Nicole I’ve been feeling so
emotional about everything.
 
And now
this,” she shook her head.
 
She didn’t
want to deal with anything like this right now.

“I just
hate. . . I
just ..
.”

“You’re
welcome here anything, Loretta,” Dutch made clear.
 
“We love your company.
 
We love you.”

LaLa looked
at the president and smiled.
 
“Thank-you so much, Dutch.
 
You’ve always been so kind to me.
 
But I still hate bothering people over something so . . .” She frowned
at just the thought of what Crader had said to her.
 
Of what he had done to her.
 
And more tears escaped.

“Oh, La,”
Gina said, tears falling from her eyes too.
 
“You’re like a sister to me.
 
You
could never be a bother to us.”

“It’s just
that it hurts so much,” LaLa finally decided to open up.
 
“I thought we were beyond this.
 
I knew Crader was still looking, and yes, I
was worried about that, too.
 
I was
worried that those pretty girls with those perfect bodies would be too much for
him to pass up.
 
You know how Crader is,
Dutch.
 
He’s always seemed to be
attracted to the most beautiful, super model kind of women.
 
Like Liz Sinclair.
 
He seems to need those
kind
of women in his life.”

“Don’t make
excuses for him, La,” Gina warned.
 
“I’m
sorry but don’t do it.”

“I’m just
being real, Gina.
 
Those are the kind of
women he liked.”

“And?
 
Dutch liked them too.
 
But he didn’t go out fucking every one he
could get his hands on!
 
Talking about he
needs them in his life.
 
Crader ought to
have his ass kicked, that’s what Crader needs.
 
Because if he was my husband and he pulled that shit on me, he wouldn’t
have to worry about sticking it into any other female.
 
There wouldn’t be anything for him to
stick.
 
Bet that.”

LaLa looked
at Gina in horror.
 
Dutch’s hand
automatically touched his penis.
 
They
both knew that Gina’s bark was worse than her bite, but when she did bite,
watch out.

“I’m
overstating it,” Gina admitted, “but he just makes me so angry.
 
He didn’t have to do that to you.”

“That’s why
it hurts so
bad
,” LaLa said.
 
“We were engaged, planning our wedding, and
he was tipping out.
 
He claims she was
the only one, but I don’t even know if I can believe anything he says anymore.
 
Because for him to have gone out, after
asking me to marry him, and have unprotected sex with another woman, impregnate
that woman, and then expect me to get over it?”
 
She shook her head.
 
“That’s
asking too much of me.
 
I don’t know if I
can accept that.”

Gina was
alarmed that she would have even considered accepting it.
 
“Of course you can’t accept it, La!
 
What self-respecting woman could?
 
And I know, sometimes it’s not a matter of
self-respect.
 
It’s the heart of the
matter, I get that.
 
But even if his ass
was so in heat and he just had to screw that woman, he could have at least
covered up.
 
Come on now.
 
That woman could have had AIDS or something
like that, and he could have passed it on to you, and to his own child!
 
I’m sorry, La, and I know what Crader means
to you, Dutch, but I refuse to let y’all minimize this.
 
Crader fucked up and he fucked up royally
this time.
 
This ain’t
no
Liz Sinclair, oral sex in the bathroom deal here.
 
This could have been a matter of life and
death.”