Directing Disaster

“My intention, Mrs. Bellini, is to kiss every square inch of you.”  He managed between kisses and licks.

“As long as you realize, Mr. Bellini, that turn-a-bout is fair play.”

He was glad that the master suite was on the opposite side of the house from the other bedrooms.  Lane wasn’t a quiet lover which was great as far as he was concerned.  He just wasn’t sure he wanted the whole house to know it.

She wrapped her hand around his stiffening erection, and began stroking him as he suckled her breasts.

“You know what that does to me.”  She murmured.

He lifted his head and looked in her eyes. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”

He lowered his head again, taking the other nipple into his mouth.  He moved his hand between her thighs.  Yes, she was wet.  What a marvelous thing this was.  He slowly moved first one finger and then another inside; and she moaned, as she moved her hips in rhythm with his fingers.

He lifted his head, “And you know what that moaning does to me.”

She stroked his now full erection.  She pushed at his shoulder so he rolled onto his back and she straddled him. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”

Lane had large full breasts, easily a D cup, and Ben loved the view from this position.  His hands at her waist nearly encircled it.

She leaned forward, kissed him and whispered in his ear, “I love you.”  She leaned backward, arching her back as she put her hands on his knees.

“I don’t think I can wait for you this time.”  He said as he moved and rolled her beneath him.

Lane laughed, “You silly man, I’m at least two ahead of you already.”  She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deeper.

Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, entangled in the damp sheets.  “I love you.”  He said, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Lane kissed him, “I think I’m the lucky one.”

Ben got out of bed.  “I have something for you.” He said as he went to his closet.  He pushed aside some clothes and opened the safe.  “It’s a wedding present.”  He said, as he came out carrying yet another Tiffany’s blue box.  He handed it to her.

Inside was a beautiful diamond eternity necklace.  It seemed to match the bracelet he’d gotten her for her birthday a couple of months earlier, only he’d told her it had come from Italy.  She wondered if Tiffany’s had a location in Italy.  She kissed him, “Between the jewelry and the roses, you know you’re going to spoil me, don’t you?”

“Only for the rest of our lives.” He said as he bent and kissed her again.

Chapter 28

that makes three

Ben had taken a quick shower to get his bed hair under control and Lane joined him again.

“We are never going to get out of this room if you keep getting in here with me.”  He said as he kissed her.

The truth was he didn’t care if they ever left the master suite again.  But he knew they had a house full of people who would start knocking on the door soon.

Although she smiled seductively, she said, “I’m not here to seduce you this time.”

He turned her around and soaped her back.  “Oh, really?”

She turned and winked at him before she tipped her head back and began applying shampoo.  “No, this time, I’m just trying to reduce my carbon footprint by conserving water.”

He put his arms around her and pulled her close.  “Can I expect this conservation effort every morning?”

Her eyes were closed and she was up to her elbows in hair and shampoo.  “I can only promise conservation on the weekends.  You’re up and showered far too early Monday through Friday.”

He kissed her as he turned to step out of the shower.  “I have to go see that guy who claims Jess assaulted him.  I’m going to see if I can get him to drop the charges.” He said as he left the bathroom and walked toward his closet.

He pulled out a suit.  It might be Saturday, but it was still official; and he was going to dress like a lawyer to talk to this guy.

Lane had stepped out of the shower, and was bent over combing her wet hair with her fingers.  The sight of her naked ass stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Please tell me you don’t stand naked and do that every morning.  Tell me this is something you’re doing just for me.”

She flipped her hair back as she stood.  “I don’t want to start our marriage off by lying to you, dear, but if you need it to be just for you, then of course, from now on, I’ll do it just for you.  You’re going to have to adjust when you go to the office though, because I’ll be doing it after my shower.”

She had a point, he was going to have to get used to the sight of her naked.  He adjusted himself so he could walk out of the bedroom without embarrassing himself.

She walked over and kissed him.  “Will you take the Jag?  I want to form a convoy of SUV’s and go to the house and bring back my clothes and Jamie’s.  We need to talk about parking spaces too.  The Navigator; the Escalade; the Mercedes; the Jag and Jamie’s truck; we need to figure out who’s parking where, so it doesn’t look like a used car lot out there.”

He kissed her.  “Sure.  It’s fall, almost time to put the convertibles in storage anyway.  Let’s put the SUVs and Jamie’s truck in the attached and the convertibles in the detached.  We can figure out which bays when I get back.  Don’t get carried away bringing things home.  We’ll get movers.”

“Okay.  Go.  Work.  Save Jess.  We’ll figure it out later.”

She smiled, thinking it was a good thing that Ben had her pack for a few days at Uncle Sal’s.  Otherwise, she’d have nothing clean to put on.  She went to her closet and got a pair of jeans and a sweater.  Ben had said not to worry about bringing things over, that they’d get movers to do it; but they had two houses full of furniture.  What were they going to do with all of it?  She smiled, too bad the church wasn’t having another garage sale.

Ben walked through the house.  Jamie and Joey were in the kitchen.  It smelled like they were making pancakes.   He’d lived alone since he was in law school.  It was strange having a house full of people.  Not bad, just strange.

It was nine o’clock Saturday morning when Ben checked in at the desk at the Leawood Police station.  No one had even mentioned the guy’s name last night.  Uncle Sal had said he didn’t know the guy.  Ben explained what he was doing there.  The woman at the desk pushed the buzzer to open the secure door and he went through.

A plain clothes officer met him.  “Mr. Bellini, the charges against your client are being dropped.”

Well, that was good news, and he hadn’t even talked to the guy yet.  “That’s good news.  What about the guy, you are charging him with assault against my uncle though, aren’t you?”

“No.  He died in custody last night.”

Ben narrowed his eyes and looked at him.  “Died?”

“Yes, it appears he committed suicide.  Hung himself.”

Ben could choose to ask a lot of questions, or he could walk away.  The guy wasn’t his client and because he was dead, the charges against Jess would be dropped.  No complainant, no charges.  Ben thanked him for his time and left.

Once in the Jag, he called Uncle Sal.  “The guy who pushed you last night apparently committed suicide in custody last night.  The charges against Jess were dropped.  No complainant, no charges.  I’m on my way home.  Will we see you tonight at Papa’s?”

“Sì, Nipote.”

“Is Pauli still with you or has he gone to my house now?”

“He should be at your house, he left earlier.”

*****

Lane, Jess, Joey and Jamie drove to the Parkers’ house.  The first order of business was to get clothes.  They’d figure out what to do about furniture and other personal items later. They used Lane’s Escalade and Ben’s Navigator and Jamie’s Chevy Colorado. They grabbed Lane’s, Jamie’s and Jess’s clothes, the television from Jamie’s bedroom and Jamie got the gaming systems.  They loaded the vehicles and drove the few blocks back to their new home.