Part 6 (1/2)
But the two men put aside their wine, sandwiching her instead between them.
”Too much wine always leads to too little c.o.c.k,” Rolf said. He was standing behind her, his p.e.n.i.s between the cheeks of her a.s.s, his hands wrapped firmly about her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, thumbs rubbing against her sensitive nipples.
He needed to be brought down a bit, Nora considered. Rolf was getting a bit above his station. She drew away from him, her eyes meeting Kyle's in a silent understanding that she knew pleased him. ”I believe I'm the one directing this menage * trois, Rolfie. You are my slave, aren't you? And your mistress is in the mood for a little c.u.n.n.i.l.i.n.g.u.s. Is your tongue as skillful at that task as it is talking, Rolfie?”
He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. ”If my mistress will lie back, I will endeavor to pleasure her,” he said with a counterfeit show of deference.
Nora lay back on the bed, spreading her legs open for him. She gestured at Kyle. ”And you, slave, give me your c.o.c.k to play with else I be bored.” She could see he was already half aroused. He too needed a lesson. He had been behaving in too dominant a manner tonight. She felt Rolf kiss her v.u.l.v.a even as Kyle positioned himself atop her chest, careful not to let his weight hurt her. Unable to help herself, she ran her hands lightly over his muscled thighs. Then she took his p.e.n.i.s in her hand, holding it gently as she breathed softly on it. Her other hand lightly tickled his b.a.l.l.s as the tip of Rolf's tongue lightly touched her c.l.i.t.
Nora put Kyle's c.o.c.k in her mouth, but she did not suck on him. Instead she slid her lips up and down the long shaft. When her tongue encircled the tip of it several times, he shuddered. He was getting harder, and it was more difficult for Nora to concentrate on what she was doing because Rolf's skillful tongue was caressing her c.l.i.t. She began to suck hard on Kyle's p.e.n.i.s, which grew firmer and firmer in her mouth.
”She's ready,” Rolf said suddenly.
”So am I,” Kyle groaned. ”Let go, Red, if you want to be f.u.c.ked.”
She released him immediately, and the two men reversed positions, with Kyle thrusting hard into Nora's v.a.g.i.n.a, and Rolf kneeling behind her head and leaning forward to push his c.o.c.k into her mouth. This time they all came together, and when their bodies had untangled themselves Nora cuddled against Kyle contentedly.
”That was nice,” Nora said softly.
”Better than nice, mistress,” Rolf told her. ”I'm going to shower and go if you don't need me anymore tonight.”
”No, go on,” she told him. She wanted to be with Kyle now. Just Kyle. She dozed, only to be awakened by the sharp ring of the telephone. Confused for a moment, she rolled over and looked about. A portable was on her bedside table. Reaching for it, she pressed the ON b.u.t.ton.
”It's four a.m., Mrs. Buckley,” the crisp voice said. ”The Channel will be closing in a half hour.”
”Thank you,” she responded groggily, pressing the phone's OFF b.u.t.ton. ”Kyle?”
”I'm here,” he said, coming into the bedroom. ”Go shower. I've got a nice cup of cappuccino for you.”
”You are perfect!” she told him, stumbling from the bed into the bathroom. She showered quickly, was.h.i.+ng away the strong scent of unbridled s.e.x from her skin. Toweling herself off, she walked naked back through the bedroom and into the living room. To her amus.e.m.e.nt he helped her into her short navy silk robe, and she c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at him. ”You don't like me naked anymore?” she teased him.
”We don't have much time, and I just want to enjoy your company for a few minutes,” he told her, handing her the footed cappuccino cup. ”When are you coming back to me, Nora?”
She sat down, and to her surprise, he sat on the floor by her side, his dark head in her lap. ”I can't come tonight. It's Sat.u.r.day, and if I let J. J. stay out with friends two nights in a row, it will look odd. And Sunday night is a school night, and he'll be home. Probably not until Monday night, Kyle.” She sipped at the cappuccino. ”Umm, this is really good.”
”I'm going to miss you,” he said softly.
”I'm probably going to miss you more,” she told him. He was a fantasy, and you didn't have feelings for a fantasy, Nora reminded herself. But she did have feelings for him. He was her creation. The perfect man. The perfect lover.
”Let's just be together, the two of us, then, on Monday night,” he said.
”Okay,” she agreed. ”No Rolf and pretty maid.”
He looked up at her. ”I'm falling in love with you,” he told her.
She was startled. ”You can't,” she said. ”You don't really exist, Kyle.”
”I exist for you, Nora,” he reminded. ”I am as real for you as anything else is.”
”But not in my world of reality,” she said. ”You're my fantasy, Kyle. Nothing more than a fantasy.”
”I'm going to teach you to love again,” he told her.
”If you can do that,” she said wistfully, ”it would be a miracle.”
”I can do anything you want me to, Red Rover,” he told her, looking up into her gray green eyes.
She smiled softly at him and, reaching down, caressed his jaw, but as she did she felt herself sliding away from him. d.a.m.n! Nora thought sadly. And then she woke up in her recliner once again. Sighing, she stood up, turning off the television with the channel changer. Another wonderful fantasy evening. Yet the taste of cappuccino lingered strongly on her tongue, and her body felt more alive than it had in years.
Chapter Four.
”So, how bad is it?” Rina Seligmann asked, coming through the Buckleys' kitchen door. She was carrying a covered plate of chicken salad sandwiches on whole wheat bread she had made up at Trader Joe's this morning. She set the plate on the table, and pulled off the plastic wrap. ”Tiff, where's that iced tea?”
”Right behind you,” Tiffany Pietro d'Angelo said, plunking the pitcher and paper cups on the kitchen table next to the sandwiches.
”Worse than we even antic.i.p.ated!” Carla said dramatically. She had driven Nora to her husband's office that morning, waiting while Nora had her first conference with Rick. ”Absolutely everything is in the son of a b.i.t.c.h's name. Everything! He even tried to close down Nora's little household account this morning, but Rick put a stop to that.”
”How did Rick know?” Joanne Ulrich was wide-eyed. This was even better than General Hospital.
”Well,” Carla said with just the slightest air of self-importance, ”when Rick got to his office this morning, he found a whole bunch of papers that had been faxed to him by Jeff's lawyer in the city. Only one bank account was listed, and it was the one here at Egret Pointe National Bank, and it was marked as closed. Well, Rick got on the telephone to Paul Williams at the bank. Paul said the request had come in this morning. Rick explained the situation, and told Paul to hold off until he could get back to the other lawyer. That the account was the only one Nora had, and if he would check back in the statements, he would see only she signed the checks, and they were mostly for household bills and personal expenses even if the account was in both names. So Paul said he'd hold off until he heard from Rick again.”
”Well, that news will be all over town by closing time at the bank,” Rina said dryly.
”How do you figure that?” Nora asked.
”Paul's secretary, Mae Taylor. She always listens in on his calls,” Rina said. ”She's the biggest gossip in town, and everyone knows it.”
”Then why does he keep her on?” Joanne asked.
”He inherited her from his father-in-law, Lew Burnside,” Rina replied. ”Lew founded Egret Pointe Bank, and Paul is married to his daughter. When he retired, and Paul took over, Lew insisted he keep Mae on because, he said, she wasn't retirement age yet. But he really wanted to be sure he still knew everything that was going on at the bank. And before you ask, Sam plays golf with him twice a week. Will you all sit down? I'm starving.” She reached for a half a sandwich and began to eat.
Joanne poured everyone a paper cup of iced tea, and then they looked to Carla.
”Rick called Jeff's lawyer back again, and told him the account couldn't be the only one Jeff had, because the one he had instructed the lawyer to close was Nora's household account, the only one she had, and she would need it to pay the household bills. That Jeff never used the account. He just made monthly deposits. Rick said the other lawyer seemed surprised at that, and said he'd call him right back.”
”And did he?” Tiffany asked.
”Yeah. About ten minutes later,” Carla said, grinning. ”He told Rick that it was all a mistake, and he'd fax Paul Williams immediately that the account was to remain open. Rick told him he wanted Jeff's name off the account.”
”Did he agree?” Tiffany asked.
”Oh, yeah, he agreed. Then he said that Rick should know that Jeff was under no obligation to put any more money into the account until a hearing.”
”The b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” Rina said. ”So he's going to play hardball, is he?”
”Yep,” Carla said.
”It's worse,” Nora told them quietly. ”The kids' college funds have disappeared. They weren't on the list of stuff faxed to Rick. Jeff started an investment account for each of the kids when they were born. For college, he said, and he was always so proud of himself for looking ahead like that. You know how the market was after 'eighty-seven, and into the nineties. Jeff's a smart investor. Every Christmas he would show the kids and me their year-end statements. He said he didn't want them to come out of school with debt, like so many kids today. He said his father had done it for him, and he wanted to do it for his kids. That's why Jill was able to think of law school. There was more than enough money in each account, and now those accounts are gone.”
”You're sure?” Rina asked.