Chapter 11

Eva stared at Dominic while they drove. "You had him killed, didn't you? It was a setup."

Dominic shrugged. "We were small-time operators. The money in that briefcase was supposed to buy us some merchandise. The big guys were getting burned by Frankie. They didn't like the deals he cut them. They came to me, said they wanted him out of the picture. I made a phone call right after Frankie told me he was coming here. I knew they were sending a few boys up to get rid of Frankie. They didn't meet him at the airport because there would have been too many witnesses. Having their guy pull a no-show was better, then have him come here, where it was nice and private."

Eva trembled. "Did you murder Ginger, too?"

He shook his head. "Nah. When I showed up at the airport, she freaked out. Gave me the briefcase and scrammed. She didn't know about the little arrangement I made. Are you kidding me? I never tell her shit. I figure I'll live longer that way."

Eva swallowed roughly. "Where are we going?"

"Back to Ginger's place to pack a few things, then we're going on a little trip. Just me and you, baby. I've got to hand it to Frankie: he sure knows how to pick 'em. You're first-rate, baby. We're gonna have some fun together."

"What if I don't want to go with you?" she defiantly asked.

Dominic squeezed her thigh. "Didn't we just make the earth move back here? There's gonna be a whole lot more of that. Count on it. Forget your fucking husband, and Frankie, too. I've got what it takes to ring your chimes."

Eva suppressed the impulse to open the door and leap from the car. She wanted to be as far away from that money and Dominic as possible. As she slipped back into her dress, she noticed a lone figure standing beneath a street light a hundred feet away. As they got closer, her heart raced.

It was Frankie.

"What the fuck," Dominic growled. "We wasted him. How can this be?"

"Apparently, you missed," Eva happily informed him.

"I won't this time," Dominic said, coming to a stop and reaching under his seat. A gun gleamed in his hand. "Keep your beautiful mouth shut and let me take care of business."

Eva struggled to remain calm. Nearly hysterical, she clutched the door handle. Her eyes were wide with terror. Surely, Frank would see that.

Dominic stuffed the gun under this belt and buttoned his jacket. Wiping the sneer from his face, he strode out of the car and offered Frank a gentleman's shake. "What do you say, Frankie? I swore they got you. You must have ducked."

Frank did not reflect happiness at seeing his old friend. "I ran into the woods, just like you-except that I noticed that they kept firing in my direction."

"They were shooting at me, too."

"The fuck they were." Frank whipped out a gun and leveled it at him. "You double-crossed me, pal."

Dominic removed his weapon from hiding as well. "You've got that right. I've also got your girlfriend in the car, and I want you to know I just fucked her brains out."

Frank scowled.

Dominic turned to Eva. "Didn't you enjoy it, baby? Wasn't I a good lay?" Eva hid her face in her hands. It was the window of opportunity Frank needed. He hurled himself at Dominic, tackling him to the ground. The two men fought without firearms. They threw punches. Frank swung his fists, landing one blow after another. Dominic slumped to the ground, groaning.

"You duped me, pal," Frank said, kicking him after retrieving his gun. "More than thirty years we were friends. I never knew you sold out."

Dominic mumbled.

"Get the fuck out of here," Frank snapped. "I can't stand the sight of you."

Dominic eventually got up and ran into the forest. The sound of footsteps crunching on the leaves and twigs receded. After a moment, it was quiet.

Frank calmly strode to the car. "Are you okay?"

Eva nodded. "I thought you were finished."

Frank broke into a smile. "Nah. Dominic and his buddies are each a lousy shot. It was never a problem." He leaned against the car and sighed. "I suppose there's no hiding the fact that I'm basically a hood."

Frank's smile was contagious. Despite the trauma she'd just endured, she couldn't help smirking. "I suppose it's been difficult to hide."

"I don't suppose you'd be interested in sticking around. You must be getting homesick."

"I have a plane ticket in my pocket for the morning flight."

Frank grinned. "Want some company?"

Roger strolled into the bathroom the next morning and found Debbie applying fresh make-up. His seductive sister-in-law was solely in a transparent bra and panties. After having had her constantly the past two days, he had became a sex maniac. He couldn't resist her.

Debbie grinned at him from her reflection. "Hi. Would you like me to fix you breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry.. .for food."

"Oh?" She coated her lips with a bright red shade. The color gave her a wanton look. Her eyes dropped to his crotch. Roger's cock inside his briefs had formed a tent. "I believe I have an appetite, too."

He pressed that swollen shape into her crack, then slipped a hand into her panties. His casual reach titillated her. For the past two days, it had taken much to discard his inhibitions. Debbie was delighted that he finally felt comfortable enough to shelve them. He clamped her mound. A ticklish surge went to her toes.

He dipped into her panties. Debbie trembled as he divided her pussy lips. He encountered droplets clinging to those heavy borders while keeping an eye on her reflection. "Does it itch?"

Her nipples hardened beneath her sheer cups.

Those nubs made mouth-watering indentations behind their silk coverage. "Very much so."

After spending considerable time savoring her slippery flesh, Roger fingered her moist lips. Her cunt opened for him. He sank a digit into her juicy center.

"Oh, God," Debbie gasped, gritting her teeth and clutching him. That thrill shook her. She almost sank her nails into his forearm.

He thumbed her clit while shifting through her layers of oily pulp. Curling just beneath her swollen button, he flicked it. Shivers ran up and down her spine.

"Roger," Debbie whined, trembling. She loved the change in him. He was no longer hesitant to express his desire. "Ohhhh."

Once reclaiming her wits, Debbie wanted to return the favor. She enclosed the solid bulge in Roger's briefs. He groaned appreciatively as she fondled him. He did not bother detaching his finger from her. Debbie moaned from its enduring jiggle. His unbroken nudge inspired her.

Debbie went down on her knees and put her face between his legs. She stared at that manly formation. His erection provoked her lust. She loved watching a cock stiffen, particularly if she was responsible for its condition. Nothing rivaled pure, animal desire. She smoothed her palm over his lump, savoring its palpitations.

Roger responded strongly to her feline touch.

She yanked down his briefs and gazed heatedly at his swollen cock. Roger was a mouthful. Gathering him in her fist, she effected a titillating stroke. His dick gave a hearty throb. Unable to contain the impulse, she lapped the velvety head. Roger's manly flavor aggravated her taste buds. Debbie licked him more thoroughly, circling the fleshy rim and dabbing at his cum slit. His tremors were more pronounced as she lavished him with spit.

"Yeah," he puffed while Debbie puckered him. "Wet it down. Use that sweet tongue."

Her slurps spanned the measure of his cock, from the bulbous head to the pulsing base. She slipped her lips around his bloated crown and vibrated her tongue. Debbie drew deeply on that part of him, squeezing and sucking. Some of his pre-cum entered her mouth. Her cunt oozed with desire as she swallowed his cock. Debbie took that warm, beating mass down her throat. His gasp sounded overhead as she lingered at the stem of his dick. She rubbed his balls with her lips, then slowly ascended.

Eager to get her tits around that thing, Debbie removed her bra. Roger glanced down to see her bared nipples. His Adam's apple stirred at the sight of her delectable pink nuggets.

"Wrap them around me," he hoarsely instructed. His hands trembled at his sides. His features reddened as Debbie lusciously engaged him. "Yes."

She fit that hard dick inside her plump globes, making sure his knob protruded. He thumped heavily in her cleavage. She massaged him with her tits until he evoked a guttural sigh. Her cushiony flesh tugged at his taut skin.

She smothered his stiff cock in her tits. Debbie pulled them together until they touched. She intended the constriction to rile him. Roger elevated himself on his toes, fucking through the tunnel she created. It felt good, having his rigid thing moving through that space.

"Yeah, Roger," Debbie moaned, writhing before him. "Yeah. Fuck my tits."

His cockhead darkened from the delicious conflict. Debbie gave it some mouth. Her lips moistly encompassed him in a wake of warmth and bubbles. She sucked hard on him, willing his cum to surge. Meanwhile, she kneaded his dick with her tits.

He pushed down, forcing her to gobble him. He wanted to sustain the flow of moisture while her boobs clung to his dick. Her flesh cleaved to him. Debbie provided him something soft and luxurious.

Debbie thumbed her nipples while caressing him. Her excess saliva trickled into her crack, simplifying his movement.

Roger's hips moved faster. "Christ. I'm going to cum."

Debbie jammed him in her mouth, intensely sucking. His dick shook, then spewed into her mouth. She stroked him with her lips while he discharged. He twitched and jerked, spurting furiously. Debbie stimulated the furious flow with her pumping lips.

She slowly rose to her feet and sought his mouth. Their lips came together for a passionate kiss. Roger didn't taste a single drop of his expulsion; Debbie had gulped every bit. His hands slid over her ass. She sobbed from the urgency of his grope.

"Was it good, baby?" she whispered. "Did I make you happy?"

Roger clasped the side of her face and steered her to his trembling mouth. He stroked her cheek with his thumb while slowly devouring her lips. She quivered, barely curbing an urge to reach between his legs. She clasped his thigh, encountering tremors.

Wouldn't he rather have her than Eva? Debbie had phoned the hotel and learned her sister hadn't shown up. She could scarcely contain her euphoria. Perhaps her comments discouraged her from returning. The longer Eva stayed away, the more time Debbie had to work on Roger. By the time her sister arrived, Debbie expected Roger to be through with her.

At last, she thought. She had her man.

Roger pulled her tightly to his body, scooping her butt. Debbie moaned as those powerful fingers squeezed her. She kissed him hotly, encouraging his manipulation.

He sat her on the vanity. The tingles he fed her were nonstop. He got her so hot from his tickling grope that she ground her pussy to him. Debbie badly needed some friction. Debbie shook roughly, rubbing him with her mound.

Roger zeroed in on her snatch. The moment his thumb met her delicate flesh, she came. He so completely stimulated her, reaching that shattering level seemed logical. Orgasm roared through her like a high-pitched wind.

Debbie distributed hot, energizing kisses along his neck while groping him. He motivated her with his thrilling rotations of her butt. He took large handfuls of her ass, venturing into the crack. Debbie trembled as he strained at the moist lips of her pussy.

He leaned toward her, spread her legs and dragged her tightly to his horny body. Wedged between him and the sink, she steered that heavy cockhead to her snatch. His dick throbbed in her fist. She gasped while fitting him into her sopping entrance. Debbie was juicy, ready to fuck. Once she lodged him in her pussy, she pushed forward.

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, his eyes rolling up in their sockets. "Connect yourself to me."

Debbie jammed herself toward that rigid thing, caught up in its delicious splendor. Roger filled her cunt. She rocked herself over his muscled thighs until she submerged him. He reached deep in her pussy. His balls strained against the soaked rim of her cunt.

Roger's hands streamed up and down her sweet body. His intense expression revealed his satisfaction. He was at the pinnacle of arousal. His mouth dropped open and his breath came out slowly. "I can't get enough of you."

His admission was music to Debbie's ears. She moaned beneath his slamming thrusts. Her butt bounced off the vanity. Getting fucked against it was tremendously exciting. He gyrated his hips and sent her crashing into it. Debbie moaned as his dick reached deep into her cunt. That hard thing probed her spongy warmth.

"Yeah," he groaned in her ear. His mouth returned to her neck for additional sucking. "Oh, yeah."

Debbie swung herself with shivering precision. She stroked his pulsing member, smothering it in hot pussy. He shook so savagely, she suspected he was near eruption. Roger managed his staying powers well, slicing high into her soaked cunt. She coasted up and down his heavy dick, deriving joy. Her undulations provoked him. He captured her bouncing ass, then stabbed into her squish. Her pupils curved into the whites of her eyes.

"More," she panted. "More."

He groped her flesh, exploring the most sensitive areas and sending spasms of lust through her body. Debbie sustained a mind-rending charge straight to her toes. She eased herself to his base and twisted her snatch to his balls. She reversed direction, sliding up his shaft until he almost popped out, then took every bit of him back. He sank smoothly into her slippery folds. She impaled herself repeatedly, flush and delirious. Her pussy hungrily devoured him.

"Fuck me," Debbie whispered amid the wet sounds of cunt attaching to cock. "Fuck me. Make me cum."

He slid in and out of her, jamming her with his stiff member. Beads of sweat cropped at his brow. He stared blankly into her eyes, surrendering to the lush sensations she produced. To enhance his pleasure, Debbie willed her inner muscles to crush him. He moved with agony through that narrowed passage.

Containing that sweet cock took its toll on her. Debbie creamed again. She slammed at him, urging him to shoot. Roger accepted her invitation. More jism poured into her cunt.

"God, you're the best," she whispered, stroking his butt.

"Well," Eva said, standing at the door. "It's nice to see that you two have finally buried the hatchet."

Debbie's eyes grew huge. "Eva?"

Roger's face lost color. "Eva?"

"That's right. I'm back," she chimed with a giggle. "I must admit, you make a cute couple."

Debbie grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. It was much too small to shield her stupendous curves. She noticed that her sister had a friend with her: a tall, dark and handsome stranger.

"How rude of me," Eva said. "Permit me to introduce Frank Sirocco."

Frank nodded to her sister. "It's a pleasure."

Debbie's cheeks turned scarlet. "Uh, Eva, can we talk?"

"Maybe later. Right now, I need to get some clothes together. like you, I haven't got a thing to wear."

Roger recovered from his shock. "I thought you were never coming back."

"What made you think that?" Eva asked.

"Debbie mentioned that you called and told her that."

Eva's brow arched. "What other lies have you been spreading, sister dear?"

Debbie bit her bottom lip. "Eva, I.. . . "

Eva knew she had her on the hook. Pursuing it simply didn't matter. "Why don't we have dinner later, the four of us, and discuss it like civilized people?"

They unanimously accepted her suggestion.