Kindle Alexander - Up In Arms (20 page)

Tapping her well-manicured fingernail on the old news room desk, Laurie hung up the phone in a huff of irritation. This tiny desk, tucked away in a far back corner of the newsroom, was shared by her and four other reporters. Budget cuts from bad economic times sucked. The latest word from senior management indicated more cuts would be coming soon if advertising dollars didn’t increase. Laurie couldn’t afford for that cut to include her. She just paid for a very expensive boarding school for the daughter no one knew she had. No way would she get to anchor if anyone knew about her twelve year old daughter, especially since she was only twenty six, cough, cough, years old herself.

The need to look good on air seemed the only thing the five reporters shared in common. A desk top mirror sat to the right of the phone. Laurie took the moment to stare at herself in the mirror, making sure everything looked in place and put together. You never knew when a story would pop up, so looking good at all times became critically important. She ran a fingertip along her lip, wiping a small smudge away from the perfectly applied all day lip liner. Laurie held her looks well; not a wrinkle on her smooth, alabaster skin. Her dark brown eyes and almost black hair were such a contrast to her fair skin type. She worked hard on keeping her complexion fair. It absolutely wouldn’t do for anyone to know her father was migrant worker and her mother a housekeeper in a Brownsville, Texas hotel chain.

Lowering the mirror some, she looked around to see if anyone watched her before she straightened her back, lifting her perfectly shaped boobs (thanks to silicone and Dr. Davis, a famous plastic surgeon). They looked good in this cut shirt. She resisted the urge to shove her hands in each cup and pull the cleavage out a little more. She always left the buttons on her blouse open. Men got lost in the quick flashes of flesh, forgetting to monitor their words. Those quick nipple peeks usually got her some of her best stories while out in the field. And if that didn’t work, the short, tight skirts she wore on her five foot eight inch frame came in handy when accidentally dropping something on the ground. She would then need to bend her thong wrapped ass in their direction. Once the mayor actually reached out and touched the flesh. Laurie loved that moment! To keep it off the air, she got several exclusive interviews.

The shrill ring of the 1960’s phone sounded. Laurie grabbed the receiver before it could make it to the second ring. “Harry, say you have something for me, babe.” None of her regular contacts were panning out on this deal. It didn’t make sense at all. It was never this hard to figure out a name. Especially the name of a soldier who received thousands of pieces of mail a day from an adoring national fan base! God, what she wouldn’t kill for that kind of exposure! The entire country stayed captivated by the images of this unknown soldier protecting all those women and children while being fired upon himself.

Only as a last resort did Laurie ever contact Harry. The payment for information required she pack a bag and spend the night in a sleazy hotel room. She would wear nothing more than fishnets, lots of eye liner, and extra hold Aquanet while they dodged the little man’s wife and seven children.

“I’ll tell you once I know what you have,” Laurie replied, rolling her eyes.
“No, no, no. You know what you have to do,” Harry chuckled in his little squeaky voice.
Lowering her voice, Laurie rolled her eyes again, looking around to make sure no one stood within hearing distance. “I’m sitting here naked, thinking of you. My nipples are turning so very hard they hurt, and I’m super wet just hearing your sexy voice, sugar,” Laurie said, in an exaggerated Southern accent. One she spent a ton of money trying to rid herself of before breaking into this business.
“How wet are you?”
“I’m nice and wet for you.”
Actually dried up like the desert thinking of having to be with you
, she thought as she spoke.
“Tell me where you want my dick.” Harry’s voice turned lower, the squeak more pronounced.
“No, Harry, that’s all you get until you answer my question.”
“Tell me where you want my dick.” He never wavered from his objective.
“Harry...GOD! Okay, up my ass. I want it up my ass. Ew. Ah, now tell me what you fucking know!” Laurie didn’t use the southern accent, her frustration levels were already through the roof with this phone call.
“A flight left Germany with a patient on it yesterday.”
“Harry, please don’t tell me you just made me go through this—”
“Ask me questions about the flight.”
“Harry, goddamn it.” Laurie stared at the phone, contemplating ending the call. Harry worked as a freelance research journalist whose connections were always right on when he got the scoop but, dear God, this game he played got old.
“Ask me questions,” Harry’s said. His voice got a little lower, and she narrowed her eyes thinking over her options.
“Damn it! Okay! What kind of flight?”
“No, use the voice.”
“Sugar, what kind of flight was it?” Rolling her eyes, she knew without question he was wacking off to the sound of her voice.
“A, ah...private flight.” His voice came out in small, wispy breaths.
“Really? Hmmm. Well, honey, what makes this flight different than any other flight leaving Germany?”
“There was only one military patient aboard.” Harry started making the small grunts she had grown to hate, but the answer perked her up. Pulling her pen and paper in front of her, she began to take notes.
“And do we know the passenger’s name, sugar?” More eager to play, her mind began to race.
“No, it’s not listed.”
“Well, hottie, what do we know about him?”
“Say it again,” Harry said. She could tell by the sound of his voice he had turned her on speaker phone, which meant he now stuck his finger up his own ass. Dear god, Harry could be such a perv.
“Are you thinking of me while you jerk off?”
“Of your tits bouncing like I like.” Harry gave a deep moan and several panted grunts through the phone. Laurie could hear his hand working his tiny little cock.
“Well, tell me more, and you will get to see more than just my tits bouncing.”
“Do you promise? Say my name.” Desperation filled his voice now when he spoke. The little man was close. It never took him long.
“Of course I do, Harry. Don’t I always want to come to you? I mean for you, sugar.” Laurie tried for sultry when saying his name.
“Okay, it’s...ahh...the plane is...ah...yeah, its registered to the private company of ahh...crap, I can’t think...god, you are such a fascinating little slut to get me here already.”
“Say it, sugar, and I’ll finish you off.”
“It’s registered to Baker&Pruitt, Attorneys at Law here in DC.”
“And?”
“The plane was...yeah, it was charter by the Kensington family. That mom Kensington is one classy, hot bitch,” he said, all between grunts.
“The United Nations Ambassador Kensington?” Laurie knew she was losing him now. Harry had a little thing for Olivia Kensington. He always talked about her, and Laurie suspected it was why Harry required her to talk in the Southern accent. Laurie should have guessed this was where this conversation originated, and she wondered again if Olivia Kensington had any idea Harry watched her so closely. Of course the little stalker would know what that family was up to.
“Finish me, slut,” Harry moaned loudly.
“No, that information means nothing to me,” Laurie said in her normal voice. She must get it out of Harry before it was too late.
“Finish me! I’ll put it together for you my stupid, little slutty whore.”
Oh, Laurie hated this guy. She hated him and loathed herself for what she was about to do. “Grip your sac, sugar, and pull it just a little. Yeah, just like that. Are you stroking that long, thick sexy dick I love so much? The one I want shoved deep down my throat like you do? Ahh yeah, I can hear it, you’re close. God, your voice makes me wet. Dear god, I’m going to come too. You are so sexy, you stud...Ahhh...Ahh...yes...yes!”
“Okay, I’m done,” Harry said, his voice already recovered. She wondered how long he let her go on like that.
“Now tell me,” she said firmly.
“I’ve explained all this to you before. Kensington is the father of Rylie Kensington, just married and team lead in the Marines. His wedding was cut short. His team left abruptly. Kensington is also the father of Reed Kensington. Young kid, no more than twenty nine, and already worth about twenty million dollars all on his own. Recently, Reed moved home from years abroad and accepted a huge position at Baker&Pruitt, but suddenly took two weeks off work after flying to Germany last week, per his office. And oh, did I mention Reed Kensington is very gay?”
“No way.” Laurie stopped writing at that bit of news. Dear God, this would ensure she didn’t lose her job.
“Yes, very way. I can just hear your little useless brain ticking.” Harry chucked.
“And we are sure the injured wasn’t his brother?”
“Yes, we’re very sure it wasn’t, but it’s someone close to Rylie. He was spotted leaving the German hospital a few days ago.”
“So who was on board?” Back to business, Laurie started writing again.
“That’s for you to figure out.”
“What? That’s it? That’s all you have, a bunch of speculation?”
“Well, I have that there’s a new VIP at the National Rehabilitation. No one knows
his
name, but it’s a leg amputation. Appointment today at one thirty. When am I going to see you?”
“You aren’t. A hand job is all this is worth. I still have to dig for this guy, you ass,” Laurie said through clenched teeth.
“Look for Reed. My hunch is you will find your boy. If you do, I want a weekend.”
“No, that’s just gross.” Two nights with Harry...no way! She did have some standards left in her life.
“A weekend away, your treat, with more pictures. I just love your big fake tits. I need more pictures. I sold my last set to a guy here in the office and my computer crashed.”
“You sold my pictures? No fucking way I’m doing more.” Laurie’s eyes flew to the phone. Worry crossed her brow, wondering if it would be good or bad for her career if her breasts were made public for the world to see.
“I took your face out of them. And I’m calling CBS if you don’t agree,” Harry added. She knew he would too.
“Damn it, Harry. You fucking suck. I swear to God!”
“So I’ll take that as a yes, and I have something you can suck already growing hard again. Let me know what you find. I’ll be watching the news tonight for your story.” Harry hung up, not giving her a chance to respond.
Dropping the phone back in the cradle, Laurie felt dirty. God, she truly hated the things she did just to get a little ahead.
Men suck.
Looking down at her watch, Laurie gathered her notebook, pen, and purse before heading out the door. Cameramen stood on standby in the front of the studio.
“Come on, I need to check something out. We’re taking my car so no one sees us, and bring the smallest camera you have. We need to hide it in my purse.” Never stopping, Laurie’s high heels clicked along the concrete while walking to her car. Finding out that the current national hero was homosexual would push her face in front of every major market across the nation, probably across the world. The United States was packed full of religious homophobes, and this would just be too big a story for the world to not shove down their arrogant throats. Opening her car door, Laurie slid inside, lost in thought. The cameraman just opened the door to sit in the passenger side when she put the car in reverse, starting to back out. She never realized he didn’t make it all that way into the car. And honestly she wouldn’t have cared. His job was to be ready and make her look as good as he could in the process. Nowhere in that job description did it require her to wait for him for any reason.

Pulling the Escalade to the back of the hospital, Reed snaked through the underground garage to the secure patient entry far below. This rehabilitation hospital held many high profile patients who, for one reason or another, wanted to remain anonymous. It was one of the biggest reasons Reed decided on this one over the many other hospital options. Making a wide turn into an oversized parking space, Reed put the SUV in park and turned the ignition off before looking over at Trevor, who won the battle of the front seat.

“You drive like my grandmother used to,” Trevor said, looking down at the clock on the dashboard. The twenty minute ride took almost an hour with Reed taking the back roads, never going over thirty five miles an hour.

“I wanted you to be safe, my stubborn boyfriend.” Reed leaned over to kiss Trevor lightly on the lips. “I can’t seem to keep my hands or my lips to myself. It must be such a hazard to be you.” Chuckling, Reed unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the driver’s side door. He hurried to the back of the truck and pulled Trevor’s wheelchair out. By the time Reed got to the passenger side, Trevor stood waiting, holding on to the passenger side door.

Trevor leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, effectively pacifying and silencing him. Reed could never let the cronies in his office know how easily he could be manipulated for fear he may never live it down in the office or in the courtroom. Another thought crossed Reed’s mind, which was far more important. Although they were completely alone in the garage, Trevor just kissed him without any prodding. It would be Trevor’s very first public display of affection. Reed’s heart soared with the thoughts of many more that might be coming his way.

“I’m fine, but thank you. It’s just me getting out of the car,” Trevor said, staying close to Reed’s face. He lifted a finger to run it down Reed’s narrow, frustrated brow before turning to sit in the chair. The slight finger move from Trevor removed all the worry and concern, leaving Reed just staring at the stunning man in front of him. It had only been a couple of hours since their confessions of love and deeply gratifying sex. For the first time since meeting Trevor, Reed felt like he finally returned his feelings.

Trevor no longer held himself back, and didn’t shy away from his touch. Their ride to the hospital did take an extraordinary long time, but Trevor held Reed’s hand the entire way. Their entwined fingers and the small swipes of Trevor’s thumb across his palm caused Reed’s heart to flutter, relinquishing some of his newfound insecurities.