DUTCH AND GINA: WHAT HE DID FOR LOVE Page 2

“And you don’t have any second thoughts?”

  Dutch almost used profanity in front of his son. “No,” he said so firmly that Gina had to smile. And she crossed her legs and relaxed again.

  Dutch glanced down at those legs when she crossed them. Because of his knowledge of what was between those legs, his penis began to throb and expand.

  “Son,” he said to Walt, “rinse off the suds and let Mommy take you to Nanny.”

  “But I wanna stay with you and Mommy,” Little Walt whined.

  “We’ll eat breakfast together.”

  “We will?”

  “We will.”

  Little Walt smiled. “Okay then,” he said, and proceeded to do as he was told.

  Gina sat her coffee on the dressing table and grabbed a towel from the rack as she stood up. She had no doubt why Dutch suddenly wanted Walt out of there. She saw the way Dutch was looking at her body. And just his look alone made her vagina begin to feel the sting, too.

  She wrapped Walt in the towel and carried him to his bedroom. After helping him dress, she walked him downstairs to the Nanny and gave her instructions for the day. When she returned, Dutch had gotten out of the tub, dried off, and was lying in bed under cover, stretched out and naked, his already stiff dick sticking straight up from beneath the satin sheets as a testament to just how badly he wanted to get inside of her. And she immediately began to moisten.

  She was never big on giving her husband a striptease, but after locking their bedroom door, that was exactly what she found herself doing. She loved the way he watched as she unbuttoned his shirt that covered her body, let it drop to the floor, and then slowly walked up to him, completely naked, and stood at his bedside. And instead of making any kind of move, they stared at each other.

  From his wife’s creamy brown eyes to her firm, curvaceous body, Dutch gave her a complete look-over. But his intense green eyes kept roaming back to her big browns. He loved her body, and relished every inch of it, but he loved her more. After what happened a month ago when she was wounded by her own fugitive half-brother, and his resignation from the presidency, it had been an emotionally exhausting whirlwind of a ride. And he was well-spent. Now all he wanted was to feel Gina, and to hold Gina, and to get as far inside of Gina as his penis could penetrate her. He wanted Gina.

  He removed the sheets, revealing his washboard abs and muscular frame. And, to Gina’s delight, his huge erection. Then he reached out his hand to her, and laid her, face to face, on top of him.

  He slipped his hardened dick between her legs, resting it against her ass, as she laid her head on his smooth, thick chest. He then pulled the sheets over both of them and wrapped her, bear-hug style, into his muscular arms.

  For the longest time they just lay there quietly in the warmth of their home. Dutch knew that in a few days’ time Birdie Camp, the Speaker of the House, would return to the States and attempt to get him to change his mind. Birdie, who was selected by the House after the previous Speaker was forced to resign, was an honorable man who would undoubtedly feel that the honorable thing for Dutch to do was to rescind his desire to resign and fulfill his term in office. Forget what Dutch had gone through while in that office. Forget all of those life-altering decisions he had had to make. Birdie Camp was a former Jesuit priest who had entered politics to do good. Suffering to him was nothing more than par for the course. Which was also true for Dutch. He knew how ruthless and unforgiving politics could be. But he had a wife and a son to consider. And his wife and son weren’t going to be par for anybody’s course.

  He began to rub Gina’s back and then her bare ass. Gina began to moan as his fingers slipped between her legs and massaged her there. He rubbed her clitoris in a long, sexually gratifying rub for both of them. For Gina it was always the tender way Dutch massaged her. He made her vaginal juices overflow with her sensuality. For Dutch it was the way her pussy felt, as it saturated his fingers and made him want to eat her. His need was far beyond the appetizer. He had to have the main course. But he couldn’t let it go. Her smell, her taste, was weighing just as heavily on him.

  “Slide up to me,” he said to his wife. “I need to taste your pussy.”

  Gina gladly did as she was told. She slid her soft body up along his rock hard frame and didn’t stop until his mouth was between her legs. She held onto the bed’s backboard as he ate her, and her body reacted to his searing touch. The thing about Dutch’s oral she loved so well was the way his tongue penetrated her in spots she didn’t think a tongue could reach. But Dutch reached her. He knew how to make his licks feel like licks of fire on her folds and whips on her clit. He held her up by the catch of her ass cheeks and licked and sucked and ate her for five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes and counting. And the sensations that ripped through her body kept coming in waves of delight. It was as if Dutch was obsessed with mouth-fucking her. It was as if he couldn’t get enough.

  And he couldn’t. That was why he laid her onto her back and continued to eat her pussy with grand licks that had her so wet with that mixture of her juices and his saliva that she wanted to scream with joy.

  “Fuck me,” she kept saying to Dutch in breathless whispers as his mouth wouldn’t stop feeding on her and her body wouldn’t stop responding to his feed. “Suck it dry, Dutch, suck that motherfucker dry!”

  And her words released even more fervor in Dutch. He mouth-fucked her even harder, as his mouth separated her folds and licked even deeper within her. He was going to town on her pussy, and was turning it so red-hot with passion that she didn’t think she could wait on his dick.

  But just when she thought she was about to let go, he knew instinctively to stop. She was always amazed at his timing. Because she knew, if his mouth ate her, sucked her, fucked her one second longer, she was going to explode.

  He stopped, and looked at her. Her hair was covering one of her eyes, making her look so alluring that he pushed his body up the length of hers and captured her mouth with his. He kissed her hard and was nearly out of control with passion. He couldn’t stop kissing her. Their mouths went in circular synchronization as if they were melded as one. Gina wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her body, as he kissed her harder and harder and harder still.

  The more he kissed her the more he was aware of the texture of her breasts changing and becoming so taut and so hard that they also beckoned him. He moved from her mouth to those breasts, sucking them with the same sense of urgency he had licked and kissed her. Until he, too, was on the cusp of his cum.

  “It’s time,” he murmured to Gina, his breath a mere whisper now.

  “It’s time for Big Daddy?”

  “It’s overtime for Big Daddy!” Dutch said with hunger in his voice as he slipped his penis, with a hard push, inside of her.

  Gina screamed out as he penetrated her in such a forceful way. He pushed through the tightness and the friction and began to get his rhythm. It wasn’t fast, but it wasn’t slow, either. It was steady and long, like a glide. It made them feel as if they could go on forever. He laid down on top of her, wrapping her again in his arms, and fucked her long and fucked her hard. His penis moved in and almost out of her in heavy strokes, as his pre-cum and her vaginal moistness caused her pussy to tingle and his dick to pulsate in a crescendo of passionate intercourse.

  Gina closed her eyes and gave her body to this man. Even though he held her tightly in his arms, even though he was in complete control of every inch of her vagina, she had never felt more free. Dutch was on top of her, pumping his ass off, and her entire body was shaking with delight as she held on to his sweaty, masculine form.

  And for the first time in a long time, Dutch came first. He came inside of her with a release that felt as if he was pouring his love out to her.

  “Oh, my baby, oh my baby!” he cried as his neck stretched with exposed veins and his penis erupted like a volcano deep inside of his precious Gina. Tears came to Dutch’s eyes as he poured into his woman, his wife, the love of his life. He
poured and poured. And despite the burst of pleasure, despite the drain, he continued to thrash her, as his juices and her juices poured out of her pussy and slowly slid down her thighs.

  And that feeling of saturation, coupled with his intensity alone, caused her to cum, too, with her body contorting to the sensations that felt like sparks of fire setting off inside of her. She cried out and he cried out until the flow ebbed. And the pulsation slowly, but slowly, eased into a calming sense of love, of peace, and of happiness.

  Dutch exhaled and smiled at Gina, as the lines of age appeared on the side of his eyes. He was a man in his forties, but he was in better shape than a thirty year old. But even Gina knew this last month had taken too much of a toll on him. Not only had she been wounded, but his own daughter from a previous relationship had betrayed him. And all of it together nearly shattered him.

  She smiled back at him and placed her hand on the side of his handsome face. The tears that still stained his eyes caused tears to appear in hers. They’d been through hell and back again, and DC still wanted to exact more pounds of his flesh. But Gina pulled him down into her arms and held him as if he was her baby. She felt protected of the only man she’d ever loved this intensely. She was putting her foot down now. The days of everybody relying on Dutch and demanding Dutch lead the cause and making Dutch that mountain of a man everybody wanted to climb, were over. One man could only give of himself just so much before he had nothing left to give. She and she alone had decided here and now that Dutch was that man. He had given all she was going to allow him to give. He had taken care of the world and his family without giving it a second thought. Now it was her time, and Little Walt’s time, to take care of him.

  Her only hope, she thought, as he began to sob in her arms, was that the world, this time, cooperated too.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “You didn’t have to do this,” Gina said to Dutch as they sat in the backseat of their limo.

  “I know I didn’t have to do it,” Dutch replied. “But it’s the beginning of a new chapter in your life. You’ll be spending a lot of time at BBR. I’ve never been there before, so I want to check the place out for myself. Make sure it’s . . .”

  “To make sure it’s what, Dutch?” Gina asked with a smirk on her face. “Worthy of your wife?”

  Dutch snorted. “Something like that,” he said.

  Gina shook her head. “This is too weird.”

  Dutch looked at her. “What’s too weird?”

  “The idea that you’re going to my job with me, Dutch. I feel like a kid on the first day of school, and Daddy’s decided to come with me to make sure the other kids don’t beat me up or the teachers don’t mistreat me.”

  “It’s not as serious as all that,” Dutch said. “I’ve never been there myself and I’m not going to sit back and take somebody else’s word for it. I want to see this place for myself.”

  “It’s not much to see,” Gina admitted. “When LaLa and I started BBR we could barely afford the rent, let alone accommodating all of the clients we were trying to accommodate. We were on the verge of closing many times when I first started dating you. If you would not have put us in touch with some of your money people, and they wouldn’t have started donating as if giving us money would automatically translate into favor with you, we would have closed for real. Now, with Roman at the helm, and the donations still pouring in, he’s expanded our client base exponentially. It’s exciting.”

  But exciting wasn’t the word Dutch would have used when the limo stopped in front of a two-story storefront building in what appeared to be a dilapidated area surrounded by boarded up buildings and open fields of trash and decay. Urban blight at its starkest. Dutch’s heart fell through his shoe.

  “This is BBR?” he asked his wife. Although there were dozens of reporters waiting for the couple in a roped off area, he only had eyes for the building before them.

  Gina was looking at the building, too. Only her eyes were re-living the good times she had there, before she married Dutch. Before everything became so complicated. “Yes,” she said. “That’s BBR.”

  Once the Secret Service was satisfied that the perimeter remained secure, the limo’s backdoor was opened on either side. Dutch, by tradition, had to get out at the curb and Gina, by tradition, got out on the opposite side. He was still technically president, and therefore had the full force of a presidential motorcade with him.

  But Dutch stepped out buttoning his suit coat and looking at the boarded up buildings in the area, and the gang graffiti on the walls of those buildings. Even after he was no longer president, he thought, he couldn’t for the life of him see how this was going to work. It looked like a third world country before his very eyes. How in the world did Gina think he was going to allow her to come to this kind of environment day in and day out? He knew she loved BBR, and it was near and dear to her heart, but the idea of his wife working in an area like this terrified him.

  But he didn’t say anything. Not with the cameras flashing and the reporters shouting all kinds of questions about his decision to resign. He simply waited on Gina to come around the limo, took her hand, and then escorted her, with that cool smile he was known for, into the modest building.

  The entire staff in the wide open space erupted in wild applause with catcalls and whistles when Dutch and Gina walked through the doors of Block by Block Raiders. They were expecting the First Lady, but were shocked to see the president, too. And their cheers demonstrated their delight.

  Roman Wilkes, looking tall, dark and handsome if Dutch had to say so himself, hurried to them with his hand extended.

  “Welcome to BBR, Mr. President,” Roman said as he and Dutch shook hands.

  “It’s good to see you again, Roman.”

  “Thank-you, sir. It’s an honor to see you. Didn’t expect it, which makes it a double honor.”

  Then Roman looked at Gina. And as soon as he saw her, not only his face, but his entire world lit up with joy. He loved this lady he used to know as Regina Lansing. He loved her even though, when she was his girlfriend long before she knew Dutch Harber existed, he didn’t know how to keep her. He cheated on her repeatedly and ultimately lost the love of his life. But time had taught him a harsh lesson. He had had a rare, beautiful diamond, and threw it away for glass.

  “Well, hello, Mrs. Harber,” he said as he turned to her. “Welcome home!”

  He always had the urge, whenever he was around Gina, to want to throw his arms around her and kiss her passionately. But he knew better than that. Dutch was a lot of things Roman didn’t agree with, but an inattentive husband wasn’t one of them.

  Gina, too, felt the desire to hug Roman. She counted him as one of her dearest friends. But she knew his feelings ran deeper than hers, and she wasn’t about to lead him on. “Thank-you, Roman,” she said as they shook hands.

  Then she addressed the entire staff. “And thanks to all of you,” she said as the applause finally ended. “I feel so blessed to be back. I don’t know the fine details because I’ve been otherwise engaged,” she added, and they all laughed, “but I do know the fine work you’ve been doing for our clients. It’s a pleasure to see how this organization has grown and matured so dramatically. I really appreciate all of the time and effort that all of you have put into making BBR a wonderful success. Thank-you.”

  Another round of applause.

  “But, please,” Gina said, “go on with your work. The president and I are going to meet with Roman and get out of your hair.”

  “As if they want you out,” Roman said jovially. “They love you, Gina. We love you.”

  The staffers applauded wildly, with more whistles and a here-here or two, but Roman had a more heartfelt response. He did love Gina. Deeply and desperately. But he also understood, because Dutch Harber was a no-nonsense, don’t-even-think-about-hitting-on-his-wife kind of husband, the limitations of that love.

  “Let’s go upstairs to your old office,” he suggested.

  Gina agreed and allowe
d Roman to lead her and Dutch up the stairs. The Secret Service agent followed closely behind them, but the protection was more unseen than seen. But it was there.

  “I don’t recognize any of those faces downstairs,” Gina admitted to Roman as they walked.

  “New staff all around,” Roman said. “The old staff didn’t want to go in the direction I felt we absolutely had to go into. So they decided, and I decided, that it was best that we parted ways.”

  Gina stopped walking and looked at him. “You fired them?” she asked him.

  Roman glanced back at her. When he realized she, and the president behind her, had stopped walking, he stopped, too. “Yes,” he said. “For the good of BBR.”

  Gina hesitated, but continued to make her way up the steps. Dutch followed suit.

  But when they got into her old office, she revisited her concern.

  “What do you mean you let them go for the good of BBR?” she asked Roman. She was sitting in front of her desk, while Roman sat behind it. Dutch had declined a seat and was walking around, looking at the paneled walls, the shelf of old books, the African artwork and paintings that lined the walls.

  “What I mean is that they didn’t see the vision,” Roman said. “And we couldn’t have that. They were mostly older people who were used to everything being done a certain way. The problem was that I wasn’t going to do it that way. Since I have never been the kind of manager to battle with his staff, I didn’t go to battle with them. Since they weren’t willing to get with the program, I had to let them go.”

  But Gina was shaking her head. “I’m not comfortable with that explanation, Roman,” she admitted with that earnest look Dutch loved. Dutch, in fact, was now standing there staring at her.

  “This isn’t a for-profit organization,” Gina went on. “This is a non-profit that treats human beings with dignity and respect, regardless of the mistakes they’ve made in their lives. Some of those same people you so casually fired were volunteers before we were able to pay them a salary. They were here working their butts off for free when nobody else cared. They went without so that we could serve more gang bangers and prostitutes and drug addicts. They were here when I needed them most, Roman. So now that the place pretty much runs itself, do you think I’m going to let you turn them away like that?”