“Time for more medication, I think.” Vince’s voice was strained, but not just from the pain.
“Should I get a nurse?” Jordan sat up immediately.
“No, she’ll come soon,” Vince sighed. They’d taken his watch, and he looked around the room for a clock.
Jordan pulled out his cell phone. “It’s 2:30.”
“In the morning?” Vince tried to put his hands in his hair and winced. His right hand went to his hair and his eyes, but his left arm remained bandaged at his side.
Jordan found a pitcher and a cup and poured Vince some water and carried it to him. Vince pushed with his right hand to sit up, and Jordan fluffed his pillows.
“How long before Ari gets here,” Vince asked as he sipped his water.
“I haven’t heard from her since 5:30. She could be anywhere by now.” Jordan stood by the bed, waiting. “Are you hungry? I could go see if the cafeteria is open. Or get something out of a vending machine.”
“Sure, bring me a sandwich or some chips, or both. I’m starving.” Jordan found his way to the cafeteria easily as he remembered all of the signs and arrows. But it was closed, and didn’t open again until 6. So he fed some money into the machines and got chips, soda, and two egg salad sandwiches. He hadn’t seen Vince eat candy, so he bought several candy bars as he didn’t know which one he would want.
As he carried his hoard into the room a nurse walked out. “How is he,” Jordan wondered.
“He’s fine, he’s resting,” she said as she avoided Jordan’s eyes.
“How is he resting, he just woke up.” Jordan glanced at Vince’s chart, and frowned.
“He said he wanted more pain medicine,” the nurse shrugged. “The doctor said he could have more every six hours if he wanted.”
“Okay,” Jordan nodded. “Thanks.” Jordan knew then that something was wrong. The medication she’d just given Vince wasn’t for pain, it was a sedative. They were keeping him asleep, but why?
“Vince,” Jordan whispered when he entered the room. “Are you awake?”
“Barely,” he answered. “What did she give me?”
“Midazolam,” Jordan said, and checked his pupils. They didn’t react to the light in the room at all. Jordan pulled out his tablet, pushed a few buttons, and walked around the room. It was bugged. “Crap.”
“Do you ever let loose and swear?” He sounded sleepy and happy, like a child at naptime with his favorite stuffed animal and blanket.
“No.” Jordan walked back to his bed and sat down beside him. Jordan knew that breathing problems could arise as a side effect from the potent drug, and concentrated on listening to him breathe.
After he left jail he couldn’t sleep for days. The horrors that he experienced… The doctors put him on every sedative they could think of, but it didn’t help; until they put him on Midazolam. Then he could sleep, but the nightmares were worse than the not sleeping. He finally learned to live with the insomnia. He cursed his perfect memory for years. He wished he could forget the minor details at least… like how they smelled like cigarettes.
“You remind me of him,” Vince said in his hazy state. He didn’t need to say who
he
was. Jordan knew.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed. That must be the worst torture.
“No, don’t be,” Vince smiled as he nodded off. Jordan knew Vince wouldn’t remember saying it, but he knew he would never forget.
Jordan had to communicate to Ari not to come to the hospital and try to keep an eye on Vince at the same time. But he couldn’t do both, so he quickly found a public restroom and walked in. Not taking any chances he turned the water on before he made the call.
“You have to stay away, it’s not safe,” he insisted when she answered. “Vince’s room is bugged.”
“Fuck,” Ari swore loudly.
“Find a room and wait. I’ll call you when he’s released.” Ari continued to swear. He was reluctant to say what he thought, but she needed to know the truth. “The Secretary didn’t shoot Vince to warn me. She shot Vince to lure you out.” She gasped loudly. “I’m sorry, Ari. I really am. I have to get back to Vince, they’re keeping him drugged. I love you.” And then he hung up the phone.
Arianna found a motel near the Virginia state line. She was so tired of motels, she thought, as she entered the room and was transported back to the 70s. At least this one was clean, unlike the last one. She carried all her bags inside, and slept with her guns on her chest and her knives on her arms. She knew it wouldn’t be enough against the Secretary’s army, but at least she’d go down fighting.
Jordan didn’t sleep. He was very busy. With his tablet he could control the computer, and with it he could control anything; cars, phones, computers. Nothing was safe from Jordan’s algorithm. He sent out a small amount of data about Margo Tremblay; precisely everything he knew about Alexandra Copeland/Marianne Dumont. The emails the Secretary sent her, the money she paid her, and copies of both of her passports, Canadian and American were all emailed to every news outlet in DC. Plus, he sent out her autopsy report. Hopefully the media and the FBI would put two and two together, and arrest Ms. Tremblay. And then he waited for the doctor to arrive for his morning rounds.
“He’s not reacting as well as we thought to the medication and the blood transfusion,” the doctor stated as he stared at Vince’s chart. Vince acted sleepy the entire time the doctor was in the room. “We’ll keep him one more night, and in the morning he can be released. Sound good?” Vince nodded and shrugged.
“Thank you doctor,” Jordan said politely as he shook the other man’s hand. “How are you feeling?” Since the room had been bugged Jordan and Vince communicated via text messages, even though they sat side by side.
“Groggy and hung over,” Vince replied. Jordan insisted after the nurse brought the medication again at 7:50 that Vince spit it out. Vince hid it under his tongue until the nurse left, then he deposited it in the trash.
“You’ll be fine,” Jordan tried to console him. Quietly Vince played video games and Jordan worked, watching the news releases voraciously. He also kept an eye on any communications through the Secretary’s cell. But it was minimal. He had to assume she’d replaced it with a burner phone.
Finally when he saw the first press releases about Margo Tremblay he changed the channel on the TV to one of the all day news channels. He turned to Vince with a smile full of pride. “You are the best, wonder boy.” There was no reason to hide his feelings. He wanted Jordan to know how he felt. And he rubbed the top of Jordan’s head with his right hand. “You need a shower,” Vince texted after he did it.
“So do you,” Jordan responded, and held his nose. Vince tried hard not to laugh. They ate the food Jordan brought in the night before, and continued to keep themselves occupied. But when Jordan heard the door he would put his finger up to his mouth, and Vince would hide his phone and act like he was asleep
Finally the next morning Vince was released, with strict orders not to return to work for a week. The doctor didn’t have to tell Vince twice. Jordan took the week off as well, as he had more than enough vacation/sick time built up. Either way he reported to no one, really, and could do his job from anywhere.
They waited until they were back at Jordan’s apartment to shower, and Jordan swept for bugs again and tried to ignore the sounds of Vince humming and the images that it brought to his mind.
Vince dressed and gathered his things as Jordan showered, and when Jordan was dressed they climbed into Jordan’s new car and headed west.
When they were far enough away from the city Jordan called Arianna. She gave him the address to the motel, and in two hours they were all three together again.
She tried to greet them equally, but she jumped into Jordan’s arms and he held her and spun her around. He kissed both her cheeks, then he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Vince didn’t attempt to pick her up; he grabbed her with his right arm and shoved her in the bed. She giggled as he crawled on top of her and covered her with kisses.
Jordan didn’t shy away this time; he pulled off his shirt and jumped in beside them. Thankfully he climbed in on Vince’s left side, because Vince slid off Ari and landed on his good arm. Jordan took over kissing her, while Vince buried his face in Ari’s hair.
“Undress her,” Vince ordered. “I’m useless today.”
Ari wore shorts and a t-shirt, and Jordan quickly had her naked. Once she was, his mouth gravitated toward her breasts. Vince’s mouth returned to hers. She would never, ever get tired of having both of them in her bed. The sensations were almost overwhelming. Two mouths on her body, two handsome men making her the center of their world, it was almost more than a woman should be allowed.
“One of you is going to have to help me with my pants.” Vince tried to sound light, but he was aching to get out of his clothes and get inside her. Vince was shocked when Jordan pulled himself away from Ari’s luscious breasts and glanced over at him. Vince could see the hesitation, the anxiety, the fear in his light brown eyes. And then his hands were on the buttons of Vince’s jeans. Vince had to bite his lip to keep it from quivering. If only he could convince him to take it in his hands…
Then his pants and boxers were on the ground. Next Jordan’s joined them. Vince could handle wearing the t-shirt, but he’d rather be totally nude against her body. He pulled it up, leaving his beautiful abs on display. Ari remembered how Jordan reacted when she kissed his nipples, and since Vince struggled to stay on his right side she pushed him over onto his back. When he saw her crawl over toward him, her eyes fixed on his, her tongue out like a cat, he thought he’d reached paradise.
She bent toward his chest. This was his lucky day, he realized, as he felt her tongue on his nipple. He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. Then as he watched Jordan crawled over behind Ari and placed both his hands on her breasts from behind. He leaned forward, and both men watched each other as he licked Ari’s back.
Vince’s stomach muscles twitched, causing his manhood to move back and forth. Ari took it in her hand as Jordan pinched her nipples. Vince thought he might die from excitement. Then, slowly, Ari’s mouth moved toward it. Her tongue felt each ridge of his ribcage, his abs, and lower still. Jordan moved with her, his tongue now on her lower back, his hands on her hips. Would it be too much to ask for Jordan to enter her from behind as her tongue reached the head? He couldn’t think of a reason why he shouldn’t say it out loud.
“Put it in her.” Vince’s normally rough voice came out in a low growl. Instead of insisting he didn’t know how, he realized just then how close he already was to her opening. And he wanted to be inside her. He couldn’t forget how it felt when she was on top of him in the bathtub. He wanted that feeling again. And it was amazingly easy to slide inside her from that angle, as if this was how nature intended it to be.
He gasped when his pelvis bones touched her soft, round rear. Instinct, and his little previous experience, took over. He rocked slowly in and out of her. His shoulders shook, and he had to close his eyes. He pulled her against him with his hands on her hips; he didn’t need to see to know that.
Just as Vince expected, as he’d done this before, Ari took him inside her mouth. He could tell she didn’t know what she was doing. That didn’t matter. Her mouth was warm and wet, and Jordan was pushing against her to take it deeper, and deeper. He refused to be the first to shoot his load, although watching Jordan’s reactions was pushing him toward it faster and faster.
“Now Jordan, princess.” Vince’s voice was so ragged it was barely recognizable. “Lay down on your back, Jordan.”
He didn’t want to. He wanted to continue what he was doing. But Ari turned toward him and smiled tantalizingly with Vince still in her mouth. If Vince enjoyed it that much, Jordan wanted to do it too.
He slid back out quickly and relaxed onto the bed. Vince lay on his back for several moments listening to Jordan’s groans and Ari’s giggles. He couldn’t look at them without going closer to that edge. Soon it didn’t matter. He was just as turned on listening.
He managed to climb up onto his knees behind her, and his fingers found her wetness as his mouth found her skin. It didn’t matter where; he wanted to taste all of her.
“Oh, my God that feels so good,” Jordan moaned.
Jordan was close too, he thought. So he decided now was the time. He slid himself into her slowly; once, twice. Then he pulled back out. He needed to be wet for what he wanted to do next.
“Climb on him, Ari.” He loved how trusting they were, how pliable. They were willing to do whatever he said, whatever he wanted. And he was going to love this. She spread her legs wide, one on each side of Jordan, and lowered herself onto him. Jordan started to moan loudly. His hands went to her shoulders to pull her down on top of him to kiss her. It was exactly what Vince wanted him to do.
He moved in behind Ari, and slid into her tight little ass. He felt a pop, and then her back arched and she screamed out.
“What are you doing, Vince?” Jordan was suddenly afraid. Ari’s cry wasn’t of pleasure, but of pain. Then he felt her get tighter around him. And he felt Vince’s manhood against his, but separated by… She cried out again when Vince inched farther in. “Vince stop, you’re hurting her.”
“Noooo…” She moaned the word in several long, slow syllables.
“Vince, stop,” Jordan groaned, because it felt so good. He was confused by the pleasure and her obvious discomfort.
“No, don’t,” she sighed, and made an “uh, uh, uh,” sound over and over as he inched in farther. Her head was thrown back, her body was shoved against Vince’s chest, and his right hand rubbed back and forth between her nipples. Jordan shuddered as he watched.
“Don’t stop,” she cried out. And then her strong, athletic body moved against Vince’s, and Jordan moaned even louder as he felt her grow tighter, and wetter. And then she was so tight it almost hurt. That’s when she screamed out, “Oh, God,” and moved faster still, until he felt her muscles contract around him.
After that he couldn’t hold back, he balled his hands into fists at his side and came deep and hard inside her. Vince grinned as he waited for both of them to reach their orgasm, and then lost himself inside her too. He moaned her name loudly, over and over.