President's Girlfriend 06 - The Sins of the Fathers (28 page)

He moved
back, to look into her compassionate
eyes,
and he was
even more certain.
 
He wanted her.
 
He
needed
her.
 
He looked down, at her sultry lips,
and then he knew.
 
He knew.
 
He moved closer.
 
LaLa backed up slightly.
 
But he kept coming.

LaLa wanted
to back up again.
 
What was he
doing?
 
They couldn’t go there, what did
he think he was doing?
 
But it was
Christian doing it.
 
Sweet,
wonderful Christian.
 
And her
feelings for her friend, for his pain and agony, wouldn’t let her back away.

Besides, she
thought as he kept coming closer, those luscious red lips of his were just too
damned sexy for her to even pretend to ignore.
 
They were friends.
 
What was a
little kiss between friends?

Only it
wasn’t a little kiss.
 
There, in fact,
was nothing little about it.
 
Christian
came in with a smooch that pressed so hard against LaLa’s lips she thought he
was stinging her.

“Open your
mouth, La,” he said.
 
“I need to taste
you.”

LaLa thought
to keep it closed.
 
They had no business
doing this!
 
But Christian’s lips kept
nudging, his voice kept urging, so she opened.
 
She opened her mouth and allowed Christian in.

And that
movement alone opened the floodgates of passion.
 
All restraints, all thoughts of restraining,
were gone.
 
They were, at that moment in
time, all in.

Christian
unknotted LaLa’s towel and moved his lips from her mouth to her freshly
scrubbed breasts.
 
He moved in such a
fluid motion.
 
He kissed them, fondled
them, and sucked them.
 
Then he rubbed
his lips against them in a powerful tease that caused LaLa to grab his head and
bury his face into her sizeable breasts.

And
Christian feasted on them.
 
Jade was so
skinny, practically a flat-chested wench compared to LaLa. LaLa was all
woman
.
 
Big and full and oh so gorgeous to Christian.
 
He couldn’t get enough of her.
 
All thoughts of Jade and what she did to him
were gone, when he sucked on LaLa’s breasts.

He opened
her legs as he sucked her and began to finger her clit.
 
It was a trick he learned from the
president.
 
One day he stopped in to
holler at Little Walt and walked casually into the Treaty Room, expecting it to
be empty.
 
He had hoped to grab a seat
and finish the last of his speech corrections for Gina.
 
And there was the president, with Gina on his
lap, sucking on her half-exposed breast and fingering her clit at the same
time.
 
They were newly married at the
time, and Christian wasn’t all that experienced, but he saw enough to know that
Gina could not have been more pleased.
 
He quickly stepped back out, before he was detected, but he never forgot
that scene.
 
Gina was screaming in
pleasure as Dutch finger-fucked her.
 
Now
Christian had LaLa screaming too.

But he
wanted more.
 
Kissing and sucking were
fine, but he wanted to make his fantasy come true.
 
He unzipped and pulled down his pants as he
sucked and fingered her.
 
His long dick
sprang out stiff and hard as soon as his briefs slid down.
 
And he didn’t waste another second.
 
He was on top of LaLa, lying her down.
 
He put his dick into her vagina without even
thinking about protection.
 
He had to
feel her raw.

He felt her
pussy on his dick in a contact that was nothing short of pure electricity.
 
They sizzled together as he stroked her.
 
And LaLa stroked back, matching him.
 
Her legs were wrapped around his back and he
was pumping deep inside of her.
 
She
could not believe this was happening, that she was actually being fucked by
Christian.
 
But it was true.
 
Christian was pushing deeper and deeper into
her, making wonderful love to her, making her feel like the most important
woman in the world to him.
 
Nothing else
mattered.
 
Nobody else mattered.

Until they came, together, in a wave of vibration and ecstasy.
 
Christian cried out as the feelings had his dick throbbing in release,
and LaLa cried out, too.

And then she
realized, as soon as the flow of released began to ebb, that it did
matter.
 
She was a married woman,
regardless of what they were going through.
 
And he was a married man.

And she also
realized, like a jolt, that she had just done exactly what she always said
she’d never do.
 
She’s just done with
Christian what Crader had done with Elvelyn.
 
She’d just done to Crader what Crader had done to her!

And so
easily she had done it.

The truth of
it staggered her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Marcus, Sam,
and Jade arrived back at Jade’s house.
 
Marcus made his way down into the basement, certain that Jade would soon
follow.
 
But first he had to get
ready.
 
He smuggled in the gun days ago,
when the Secret Service was accompanying Jade and Sam on some shopping
excursion they made together.
 
Jade was
the president’s daughter and therefore entitled to Secret Service
protection.
 
Marcus was the First Lady’s
half-brother and was not entitled, he was glad to know for this purpose, to
squat.

He therefore
could go and come with impunity, as he often did.
 
As he did the day they went on their shopping
spree.

He got into
the car Gina had purchased for him when he was first released, a car he kept
parked on the street in front of Jade’s home, and made his way to the Osgood
Mansion.
 
He got the idea on how it all
could work the night Jade phoned the president about her mother acting a fool,
and the president came rushing right over.
 
Marcus had expected Dutch to have the Secret Service agent enter the
home and check on Sam, not come over himself.
 
That, Marcus thought, would be the quick and easy way to do it.

But Dutch
didn’t roll like that.
 
He came
himself.
 
He had just come back in town
from Finland, had to be dead tired, but he came himself.
 
Marcus now knew why.
 
It was the same reason he called them to the
White House this morning.
 
Dutch Harber
did not allow anyone, not even the Secret Service, to get involved with his
personal family business.
  
The way
Marcus saw it Dutch was too arrogant and prideful to even consider allowing
someone else to handle it.
 
He always
handled it himself.
 
Always.
 

Marcus was
counting on that pride this day.
 
He was
counting on Dutch handling personal family affairs himself, to help him to
accomplish his goal now, and make his dreams come true.

Marcus met,
the day he was given the gun, with Thurston Osgood.
 
He also saw, once more, Henry Osgood seated
like lifeless furniture in his wheelchair.
 
Thurston had experts there, his people, who provided Marcus with details
on exactly what he had to do.
 
Marcus was
then given the gun and all of the accessories.
 
He also received instructions on where the money drop would occur once
it was reported, in the media, that the task had been accomplished and the
president was dead.

Marcus
returned home and began his preparations.
 
He knew this scheme was fraught with risk.
 
What if the president didn’t show up?
 
What if Sam tried some maneuver?
 
She was certainly smart enough to outsmart
him.
 
What if Jade figured something
out?
 
What if the president had a tail on
him wherever he went that he didn’t even know about?
 
It was fraught with risk.
 
But the money, the freedom, that
old-fashioned thing called revenge, made it all worth the risk to Marcus.

So he waited
for the right time.
 
Day in and day out
he waited.
 
Until this morning, at the
White House, when all of this talk of Sam taking Jade back to South Carolina,
and Dutch attempting to kick him out of Jade’s house too, and Christian
catching them doing their thing last night.
 
He knew then, after all of those factors, that today was that right
time.

Now he was
waiting again.
 
He had a tote bag at his
feet, and it was filled with everything he would need.
 
And he waited for Jade to make her
appearance.

He didn’t
have long to wait.
 
Because sure enough,
the door upstairs opened, footsteps were heard on the basement steps, and there
was an appearance.
 
Only it wasn’t Jade.
 
It was Sam.
 
And already, he thought, his plan had hit a snag.

He had
expected to handle Jade first, so that she could place the phone call, and then
quickly go upstairs and deal with Sam.
 
But now he had to improvise.

He was
seated in the living room area of the apartment-like basement when Sam made her
appearance.
 
He smiled.
 
He knew better than most how to turn on the
charm.

“Well, hello
there, Miss Redding.
 
What can I do you
for?”

“We’re
leaving in the morning,” Sam said with no thought of small talk with him.
 
Marcus used to view it as a slight, as some
level of disrespect.
 
But over time,
after being around her more, he came to realize she was just being Sam.
 
She was blunt with everybody.

“Yeah, I
remember you mentioned something about taking Jade back to South Carolina.”

“When do you
plan to get out of here?”

Marcus
wanted to snap back.
 
Who
does this bitch think
she’s talking to
, he thought.
 
But he
smiled instead.
 
“I’ll be out of here
today, matter of fact,” he said, rising to his feet.
 
“I just need to get your opinion.”
 
He unzipped his tote bag.

“My opinion?”
Sam asked.
 
“On
what?”

“On this job
offer I’ve been given,” he said as he stood up.
 
“The contract is kind of elaborate.
 
I was hoping you’d take a look at it for me.”

“Don’t you
think an attorney would be the better choice?”

“Perhaps,”
he said as he bent down and pulled out a roll of duct tape.
 
As soon as he stood back up, he was upon Sam.

“What are
you doing?” she yelled, but those were the last words she would be able to
yell.
 
Because he quickly taped her mouth
with a double bound.
 
She
was screaming and fighting vigorously, but all to no effect.
 
He then taped her hands together, and her
legs.

That was
easy enough, he thought, as he lifted her up and carried her into the small
bedroom.
 
He tossed her onto the bed, her
small body wiggling like a fish out of water as soon as he dropped her
down.
 
He went back into the living room,
grabbed his carrying bag, and returned to the bedroom.
 
His bag of goodies included a rope, the duct
tape, and a gun.

He began to
use that rope, tying Sam’s hands to the bed post and her feet together.
 
Duct taping her mouth twice again just in
case her screams could be heard before he had a chance to complete his mission.
 
Because, he knew, his biggest task lay ahead
of him.

But not far ahead, he thought, as he heard footsteps on the stairs again,
and Jade’s sometimes nauseating voice in the silence.