President's Girlfriend 06 - The Sins of the Fathers (26 page)

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.”

“I doubt it too,”
Dutch said, sadly.
 
“It was a set up.”

“Some
friend,” Gina said again.
 
Then she
looked at Dutch.
 
“Do you consider the
matter resolved?”

Dutch
exhaled.
 
“Inasmuch as it can be with a
snake like Max.
 
We’ll see,” was the best
he could say about it.

Gina looked
at Dutch.
 
He seemed satisfied, if not
completely triumphant, but she still felt uneasy.
 
As if more was brewing.
 
As if that calm, normal life she had been
praying for ever since she married Dutch
Harber,
was
slowly but decidedly slipping further and further away.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Dutch
Harber, in his tailored Italian silk suit, entered the West Wing the next
morning feeling better than he had in weeks.
 
The situation with Max might not be resolved in the long run, but at
least it didn’t blow up in their faces.
 
Besides, Max was no fool.
 
Crader
had already made clear what would happen to him if he crossed the
president.
 
If there were more pictures
in his possession, or some videotape somewhere, he had enough moxie to keep it
under wraps. So, in Dutch’s mind, that catastrophe at least seemed averted for
now.

But as was
becoming the norm for his life in Washington, however, another catastrophe met
Dutch just outside of the Oval Office when he walked up and saw his son-in-law
lying prone on the bench.
 
He still wore
his suit from last night’s birthday celebration, and his blond hair, which was
usually pristine, was a spiky, hot mess.

“Christian?”
Dutch said aloud, causing Christian to jump and then open his eyes.
 
When he saw the president standing there, his
briefcase in hand, ready to get to work, he quickly sat up.
 
And then stood up.

“Mr.
President, sir,” he said nervously, raking his hair in place.
 
“Good morning.”

Dutch,
however, was frowning.
 
“What are you
doing here?”

“I was. .
.”
 
He just stared at Dutch, his blue
eyes troubled.

Dutch looked
around.
 
It was early, but the West Wing
was beginning to come alive again.
 
He
began heading for the entrance into the Oval.
 
“Come with me,” he ordered the young man.

Christian
followed Dutch into the Oval Office, waited in front of the desk as Dutch
walked around to his seat behind the desk.
 
Dutch flipped through some documents on that desk that were already
awaiting his perusal, and then he sat down.
 
When he sat down, Christian sat down, too.

“What
happened?” Dutch asked him.

Sex
happened, Christian thought, as he recounted to Dutch what he witnessed after
returning home from Gina’s birthday bash.
 
He had
work
to do in his study, so that was
where he ended up.
 
When he began hearing
noises downstairs, slapping noises, he headed toward the basement.
 
Sam, apparently, had heard the same noises
because she was already down there.

And they
both saw it.

“Saw what?”
Dutch asked.
 
He was leaned back in his
swivel chair, his hand under his chin, rubbing it, as he stared at his
son-in-law.

“We saw Jade
and Marcus,” Christian said, his face distressed.
 
“Making out.”

Dutch
frowned.
 
“Making out?
 
They were fucking?”

Christian
swallowed hard.
 
It wasn’t exactly the
word he would have chosen.
 
But it was
exactly the right word.
 
“Yes, sir,” he
said.

It wasn’t as
if it was unexpected, Dutch wanted to tell the young man.
 
But he didn’t go there yet.
 
“How did you go from catching Jade ‘making
out’ with Marcus, to sleeping outside my office?”

Christian
let out a harsh exhale.
  
“I went for
Marcus, and pushed him away from my wife.
 
And we started fighting.”

It was no
contest, Dutch knew.
 
Marcus probably
beat his ass.

“It was kind
of a one-sided fight,” Christian admitted.
 
“But Sam tried to help me, and Jade made Marcus back off.
 
I then told Marcus he had to get out of my
house, but Jade said that you had bought the house for her, not for both of us,
and if anybody was leaving it was going to be me.”

“Jade said
that?”

“Yes, sir.
 
She even got into it with her mother over
Marcus.
 
It was a terrible argument, sir,
just terrible.
 
And Miss Redding said if
Marcus didn’t leave tonight, she was leaving tonight.
 
Jade didn’t say anything.
 
And Miss Redding packed her bags, called a
cab, and left.”

This
surprised Dutch.
 
“Where did she go?”

“Probably
caught a plane back to South Carolina the way she packed up everything like
that.
 
But I didn’t ask.
 
I was still getting into it with Jade.
 
She was trying to claim that it wasn’t what we
thought it was and if I was a better husband to her she wouldn’t be in some
basement with another man to begin with.
 
She was talking crazy, sir.
 
She
was blaming me for her own wrongdoing.
 
And she meant it, too.
 
She went
on and on about it.
 
She said you weren’t
there for her when she was growing up, and her mother didn’t treat her with any
kind of affection, and she was playing the victim like nobody’s business.
 
I was amazed.
 
It didn’t even sound like Jade.”

But Dutch
wasn’t amazed.
 
Not by a long shot.
 
He picked up his phone, requested a secure
outside line, and phoned Jade’s cell.
 
It
took forever, but it was finally answered.
 
By Marcus.

“Hello?”

Dutch’s jaw
tightened.
 
“Good morning, Marcus,” he
said, prompting Christian to move around in his seat.
 
“Let me speak to my daughter.”

“She’s
asleep.”

“Then wake
her up.”

There was
resistance to his order, Dutch could tell that, but eventually Jade came onto
the line.

“Hello?”

“Good
morning.
 
This is your father.”

“Hey, Daddy.”

“I want to
see you here, at the White House.”

“When?”

“Now, Jade.”

Jade
hesitated.
 
“Christian’s been talking to
you, hasn’t he?”

“I’ve got to
be on Capitol Hill by ten this morning, so I need you over here so we can talk
before I leave.”

“But I’m not
even up yet.”

“Then get
up, and get over here.”
 
Then he thought
about it.
 
“And bring Marcus with you,”
he added, and hung up the phone.

What
was he
going to do with that daughter of his, he wondered.

But he
didn’t wonder long.
 
He phoned Ralph
Shaheen, head of the Secret Service, and asked if he could find out from his
men if they knew where that cab took Sam Redding.
 
He received the answer back within minutes.

She was
actually still in town, Ralph said, and had checked into the Watergate Hotel.

Which was a
fitting location, Dutch thought, considering this family of his.

They waited
in the Residence as if they were waiting on a death row execution.
 
Solemn was the word.
 
Jade and Marcus sat side by side on the sofa,
and Sam sat alone, in the flanking chair.
 
It took all she had to even be there after the way Jade treated her last
night.
 
But Dutch had phoned and had
insisted.

“You should
have seen her, Dutch,” Sam had said to him when he phoned her.
 
“She behaved as if Marcus Rance meant the
world to her, and the rest of us could go to hell.
 
She’s never been so disrespectful in all her
life.”

“She’s a
troubled young lady,” Dutch said.

“What are we
going to do?”

“I’ve spoken
to her about therapy, but she’s told me a flat no.
 
But I may have to take matters into my
own
 
hand
.”

“Good luck
with that,” Sam had told him.
 
“You
should have seen her last night.
 
I don’t
know what happened at that party, but something snapped in our daughter.
 
And it changed her.”

Dutch had
slapped her, that was what snapped, he thought.
 
And she had already changed long before last night.
 
Sam was just blind to the full import of the
change.

“I’m sending
a car to get you,” he said.
 
“I need to
find out what can be done, if anything, to salvage this situation.”

And only for
Dutch did she agree.

He had
already agreed to pay off her debts.
 
That was already in the works.
 
And not just some of her debts, either.
 
All of them.
 
When he told her, she jumped for joy.
 
She thanked him, and she thanked Gina, too.
 
Jade could say whatever she wanted about Gina
Harber, but Sam didn’t see her as anything but an ally.
 

And if there
was a better man out there than Dutch, Sam had yet to meet him.
 
He was a true friend indeed.
 
A man whose largess had
allowed her to keep her business afloat and her home as well.
 
Paid for in full.
 
That was Dutch Harber.

And although
she knew Dutch would have helped her whether Gina approved or not, she was
pleased to know that Gina approved.
 
That
kept the stress away.
 
And the idea that
she could have stolen that woman’s husband away from her just by showing more
cleavage and batting her big eyes was even more ridiculous to her now than it
was when Sam first broached the subject.
 
A man like Dutch, she believed, was too ethical to stray that easily.