Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”

Fredrick_Udele · Fantasie

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69 Chs

CHAPTER 21

She was leading me upstairs when I told her she was incorrigible. Then I laughed when she agreed. I expected to find my bag on the floor, but it was in the closet and it was empty. There was a large set of drawers along one wall and an open shelf with a mirror. Checking the drawers I saw that my clean clothes had been folded and put away. "I'm sure your dirty clothes are in the wash along with mine. Don't worry, you'll get used to being spoiled pretty soon."

"Let's not forget that I still work for a living and, hopefully, you'll be pregnant soon. Being a mother will make you plenty busy, even with servants." I closed the door and began to strip out my clothes. I laid them carefully on the bed then shrugged into my running shorts. Lucy did the same, donning a relatively modest bikini. I had a really close look at her and I had to admit—money or no, she was looking better every day.

"I know what you're thinking, Matt. I was kind of dowdy when we first met because I really had no reason to look any better. You're bringing out my best. C'mon, let's go get wet." She took my hand and led me down the stairs and out the back through the family room. There was a fiberglass locker there with dozens of towels. Lucy grabbed two and handed them to me as she opened an electrical box and turned a dial. The hot tub sprang to life. I dropped the towels on a lounge and stepped into the hot bubbling water.

We sat there for several minutes when I saw Lucy doing something I couldn't quite make out. I realized and was shocked a minute or so later when a gray striped piece of cloth fell from her hand to the pool deck. It was her bikini bottom. "Here? In the middle of the day where can we be seen?"

"Yes—right here and if anyone sees they'll just be jealous. I don't care. I love you and we're engaged so we're allowed some liberties. Besides, servants are supposed to be mostly invisible. Don't worry, okay? I'm hoping we'll be doing this a lot."

"I'm not going to argue. I love you and making love with you is nothing less than spectacular. This is all going to take a lot of time for me to get used to. I have a tiny studio apartment in Carolina Beach about four blocks from the beach. Max and I love to run on the beach even though I'm not supposed to take him there in season. I do it anyway and I get away with it because I'm a marshal and we go really early. Speaking of Max…." I called him to me and pointed him to a place in the shade. He went immediately, curling up on the cool stone. "You might not know this, but dogs can get badly sunburned…even worse than people."

While I was talking Lucy had run her hand up the leg of my shorts, finding my rapidly engorging cock easily. She stroked me then slipped onto my lap, spearing herself in a flash. I could see the rapture in her face as I began to thrust into her. We were into it only a minute when I saw the door from the house open and my future mother-in-law emerge. I tried to push Lucy off, but she clung to me as though for dear life.

"Lucille, if you can tear yourself away from Matt for a few minutes I have some details about the reception I want to share with you." By then she had reached us and she saw Lucy's bikini bottom with a gasp. "Lucille! Is this what I think it is?

"I don't know, Mother. What do you think it is?"

"It looks suspiciously like a part of your bathing suit."

"You're right, Mother, and before you go any further I want you to know that what we're doing was all my idea. Why don't you go inside until we're finished? We'll be done soon…too soon so far as I'm concerned." Mrs. Bascomb turned and left in a huff.

Lucy whispered, "I wasn't kidding about the 'too soon' part. Damn, but I'm so hot for you." And then she groaned a low feral growl as her body convulsed fiercely before coming to a stop, her head resting on my shoulder. "I'll never tire of that, Matt…not if I live to be a hundred."

I leaned down to kiss her before suggesting that we get out to meet with her mother. I helped Lucy up and together we walked to the towels. After drying each other I grabbed another two from the locker to sit on. I was embarrassed when we saw her mother, but Lucy just laughed once again. We sat on a leather loveseat while her mother was in a recliner.

"I'm hoping, Matt, that you'll be a good influence on my daughter who doesn't seem to have grown up."

"Mother, I'm thirty and this is my house, and I'm engaged so what's the big deal?"

"Well, I don't want to belabor the point so I'll get right to it. Can you go to Desmond's tomorrow morning and check out their facilities? Your father and I have started to put together our list of guests so we'll need yours and Matt's. Any idea how many you'll invite, Matt?"

"Well, there's Daryl who I expect will be my best man and his guest and my aunt and uncle and their daughter, my cousin Constance and Ted, her husband. I can think of maybe a dozen friends from the Marshal's Service and the Navy so…probably thirty or so if that's okay."

"Of course it's okay, Matt. I think there will be more than three hundred guests by the time we're done. Matt, what name do you want to use on the invitations and I'll need the names of your aunt and uncle."

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