President's Girlfriend 06 - The Sins of the Fathers (8 page)

She’d never
had a man like Dutch before.
 
She’d never
felt the kind of love he gave to her before, and the respect.
 
He took care of her.
 
In the bedroom and all
points in between.
 
And as his
dick side-swiped her pussy, and as he fucked her with an aggression that made
it clear who was in charge of this union, she closed her eyes in deep down
satisfaction.
 
And she let him stay in
charge.

Dutch could
feel her heartbeat as he fucked her.
 
He
could feel her body shivering and arching and stretching against his body.
 
He rubbed her ass, and squeezed her ass, as
his cock kept giving her a glide.
 
He
missed this.
 
He missed her.
 
He wanted to leave a streak inside of her
from his pounding alone.
 
He wanted to
leave his mark.

And that was
when it happened.
 
That was when they
came.
 
Gina arched and he tightened and
they came.
 
It felt like a grunted-out
exhale.
 
It felt like a pouring out of
love.
 
And when they couldn’t bear it
anymore, it felt like an explosion.
 

Dutch
grabbed her and held her and met her body arch with an arch of his own.
 
He wanted to spill out deep inside of
her.
 
He wanted to leave her scorched
with his love.
 
And she was
scorched.
 
By the time he finished
putting that pounding on her, she felt as if she was on fire with his love.

When they
stopped shaking with the drain of sexual satisfaction, and were able to move at
all, Dutch managed to pull out of Gina.
 
It immediately reignited that sensual friction his deep penetration
created, but he still managed to move.
 
He got out of bed.

He went into
the bathroom, peed and cleansed his penis, and then returned with a damp
cloth.
 
Gina knew the routine.
 
Dutch did this often.
 
She therefore moved higher on the pillows, as
he opened her legs.
 

“Enjoyed
it?” he asked as he sat there, legs crossed, and wiped her.
 

Gina looked
at this gorgeous man, as his silky black hair dropped cross his forehead.
 
She smiled.
 
“What do you think?”

“I don’t
mean to brag,” Dutch said, playfully bragging, “but I think you had the time of
your life, kid.”

Gina laughed
and swatted the powerful biceps of his muscular arms.
 
“Don’t flatter
yourself
,
Mister,” she said, causing Dutch to laugh too.
 

When he
finished cleaning her, he kissed her on her lower lips.
 
Gina even closed her eyes momentarily as a
tingle slinked through her vagina when he kissed her there.
 
And then she smiled and shook her head.
 
When it came to Dutch’s touch, she was
through dealing.
 

Dutch went
back into the bathroom to discard the cloth.
 
When he returned he lifted Gina into his arms, pulled back the covers,
and put them both to bed.
 

He pulled
Gina into his arms and just held her there.
 
They were face to face, and he kissed her nose.

“What have I
missed while I was gone?” he asked, looking at her hair and running his fingers
through it.

“Not much,”
Gina said after little thought.
 
“I’m
volunteering now over at a community center and Marcus is helping me.”

“Really?”

“He’s
surprisingly good at it, too.
  
The
people love him.
  
They see him as one of
them.
 
They see me as the president’s
wife.”

Dutch
smiled.
 
“Good.
 
Because that’s exactly what you are.
 
You’re mine.”

“I’m also
Gina from the block.
 
As
in Block by Block Raiders?
 
Remember BBR?
 
Hell, I used to
work with gang bangers, drug dealers, prostitutes, you name it.
 
The good people from that center would cringe
if they knew the clientele I used to serve.
 
Now all they see is this dainty little First Lady.
 
Dutch Harber’s wife.”

Dutch stared
at her.
  
He always suspected that being
his wife had taken a toll on Gina.
 
“Do
you ever feel as though you’ve lost something of yourself since being married to
me?”

“Being married to you, Dutch Harber, no.
 
Being married to Walter Dutch Harber, the President of
the United States, yes.
 
Of course.
 
I’m
walking in your shadow right now.
 
And
you cast a mighty big shadow.”
 
Gina
smiled.
 
Dutch just continued to stare at
her.
 
“It’s temporary.
 
That’s why I’ve been thinking.”

Dutch lifted
on one elbow, the side of his face resting on his fist.
 
“Go on,” he said.

“When you’re
no longer president, and we’re private citizens again, have you thought about a
place for us to live?”

“I told you
about those properties I own across the globe.”

“Yes, I know
about those.
 
And they all sound
brilliant.
 
But . . .”

“I also
know,” Dutch continued slowly, “that I’m a product of Nantucket, but you’re a
Newark kind of gal.”

Gina smiled.
 
“Right,” she said, amazed that he realized
where she was going with this.
 
She
continued to stare at him, praying he would take it to the conclusion she was
hoping for.

“That’s
why,” he went on, slowly, “I thought we might start looking at some properties
in the Newark area.
 
To
have a home there.”

“Oh, Dutch!”
Gina said as she lunged into his arms.
 
He pulled her over, on top of him.
 
“You don’t mind?”

Dutch began
running his fingers through Gina’s hair again.
 
He loved the feel of her scalp.
 
He loved her hair short and bouncy.
 
“Why would I mind?” he asked her.

“Because,”
Gina said as if it was obvious, “Newark is great, it’s a wonderful place, but
it’s no Nantucket or Kennebunkport or any of those ritzy
kind
of places.”

Dutch
laughed.
 
He began rubbing her ass.
 
“Understood.”
 

“But you’ll
be willing to live there, to make a city that still has its share of issues
your main home?”

“Absolutely.
 
It’s your home.
 
You love Newark.
 
I never even liked Nantucket.”

“Really?”

“Really.
 
I was born and raised on that Island, lived
the good life there, but it never felt like home to me.
 
I’ve never felt at home anywhere, to tell you
the truth, not even here in DC, until you became a part of my life here.
 
So why would I want to go back to
Nantucket?
 
No.
 
Newark is your
home,
you love the place, so it’s going to become me and Walt’s home too.”
 

Gina stared
at him with that sincere look he loved.
 
“Thank-you,” she said heartfelt.

“I’ll get
our attorneys to quietly arrange for a realtor to begin coordinating potential
properties there.
 
We may have to have
something built.”

“That’ll be
fine by me,” Gina said, getting excited by the possibilities.
 
“I truly cannot wait until your term in
office is over.
 
Our real life will begin
then.”

Dutch
smiled.
 
“Oh, so this life we’re living
now is just what?
 
The
dress rehearsal?”

“Exactly
that,” Gina said with a smile
of her own
.
 
“When we get to Newark, me, you, and Little
Walt, we are going to set that town on fire!”

Dutch
laughed.
 
Then the telephone began
ringing.
 
Gina looked at the nightstand.

“If it’s not
the Red Phone,” Dutch said half joking, “we’re not home.”

Gina,
however, was concerned.
 
It was after two
in the morning and was their direct line.
 
She answered the phone.
 
“Hello?”

“Let me
speak to my daddy,” Jade’s voice bellowed out.

Gina was, at
first, taken aback by her rudeness.
 
Not
that she was surprised by it.
 
She
wasn’t.
 
That therapist Dutch had forced
her to go and see last year had told her that she would be Jade’s natural
enemy.
 
Not for anything Gina would ever
do to Jade.
 
But because of Gina’s
position in Dutch’s life.
   
Jade didn’t
know her father while she was growing up.
 
Now she was overcompensating for his affections.
 

But it was
three o’clock in the morning.
 
Even
affection-starved Jade wouldn’t phone this time of morning unless something
serious had happened.
 
Gina handed the
phone to Dutch.

“Who?” he asked before he would take it.

“Your
daughter,” Gina said.

Dutch was
still peeved by the interruption, but he answered the phone.
 
“What is it, Jade?” he asked her.

“Daddy,
you’ve got to come over!” Jade insisted.

“And why do
I need to do that?”

“It’s mom.”

“Sam?” he
said, now concerned.
 
Gina looked at him.

“Yes!” Jade
said.
 
“She’s acting so weird!
 
She’s screaming and
seeing
people that’s
not there and I don’t know what to do!
 
You’ve got to come!”

Dutch’s
heart began to pound.
 
“I’m on my way,”
he said, Jade voiced her appreciation, and then he hung up the phone.

“What’s the
matter?” Gina asked as she moved off of him.
 
He began to get out of bed.

“It’s Sam,”
he said.
 
“Jade says she’s behaving
strangely.”

Gina
frowned.
 
“But Sam’s in South
Carolina.
 
How would Jade know how she’s
behaving?”

“She’s
here,” Dutch said as he headed for the walk-in closet, his tight ass making Gina
long to squeeze it again.
 
“She’s staying
with Jade and Chris for a little while.”

“Really?”
Gina asked, astounded.
 
She was sitting
up in bed now.
 
“Since
when?”

“She came to
see me in Finland,” Dutch said from the closet, as he grabbed a pair of jeans
off of the hangar and began to put them on.

“Finland?”
Gina was saying.
 
“Sam was in Helsinki
with you?”

It was only
then did Dutch realize his error.
 
He
hadn’t mentioned Sam to Gina.
  
He peered
out of the closet and looked at her.
 
“She came yesterday.
 
She needed
to talk to me.”

This sounded
incredulous to Gina.
 
“So instead of
waiting for you to come back to the States, she decides to hop a plane to
Finland just to talk to you?”

“Probably more Jade’s decision than hers, but yes.”
 
Then he stared at Gina.
 
“Come
slip on some clothes,” he said.
 
“I want
you to come with me.”

Gina wasn’t
at all sure if she wanted to come with him, but she got out of bed anyway.
 
Gina always inwardly felt that if anyone had
the capacity to steal Dutch away from her, it would be Samantha Redding.
 
She was odd as hell, sometimes off-the-chain
odd.
 
What woman, Gina often wondered,
would give up a lucrative medical practice to open a struggling bookstore?
 
And the way she was so gun-ho about Henry
Osgood’s relationship with Jade when she knew that man was emotionally abusing
her daughter, made her just plain weird in Gina’s book.