Jules and Emil said nothing. Their faces settled into a look of determination. Denise watched their faces for a few seconds. “Alright. I know this is what you do. You did it in the Commandos Marine and several times in your business. But, hear this. Tonight, you will not put yourselves in danger. Tomorrow, you may face countless men with big guns who want to kill you, but not tonight.”
Both men grinned. Jules scooped Denise up in his arms and carried her off to their bedroom.
Emil kissed Delilah on the forehead. “Do you want to go home?”
“No, I never want to leave.” She looked at him without defense or holding back. “I love you. I hope you love me. I’m coming to your bed tonight and every night for the rest of my life. If you don’t want that, or you don’t love me, tell me now so I can run away.”
“You’re not going to run away. I love you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m afraid I’m not much of a feminist. You’re the warrior back from battle. You won and now you’re home with your woman. It’s traditional that your woman gives herself to you completely. Take me to your bed and have me. I’m yours.”
“I like that.” He held her arms out so he could duck underneath her left arm. He gently set his shoulder on her lower tummy and pulled her right arm back. She fell over his shoulder and down his back. She whooped as he carried her down the hall, singing the Marseillaise, the French National Anthem.
Chapter Eleven
The lone gunman walked out of the forest two hours later. He called his employer. He waited on the street for Sty Carruthers to send a car for him.
Carruthers weighed over four hundred pounds. His face was a bulge of suet and full lips. His tiny eyes sat behind eyelids that closed almost completely. He sat behind a desk bigger than an aircraft carrier and looked at the last gunman. He said, “I’m sorry you failed to kill the Chambers. Failure sets me back in my timetable. It won’t happen again.” He pulled a big .45 pistol and shot the man in the chest.
As the man lay dying, Carruthers pushed a button on his desk. He waited. His butler came through the door with a set, blank expression on his face. Carruthers studied the butler’s face and lifted his pistol once again.
Five-policeman burst through the door. Carruthers never pulled the trigger. He was hit by fifteen bullets and died immediately.
Chapter Twelve
In the morning, Neville and Madison lay in bed. The cot wasn’t very wide so they had to make do by nestling as close together as possible. Neville lay on his back with Madison under his arm with her cheek on his chest.
He kissed the top of her head. “Madison?” He paused. “Do you mind horribly if I never shorten your name to ‘Maddy’?”
“No. I insist on ‘Madison. I will never call you ‘Nevvy’.”
“Thank you. That’s disgusting.”
Madison closed her eyes and rested. She said,”Umm Humm” and nothing else.
Neville continued, “How do you feel this morning? After yesterday and all the excitement.”
She crawled on top of him. His hands naturally closed on her rear end. She said, “I don’t know. Feel me and find out.”
He kissed her and said, seriously, “No. No jokes. Yesterday was traumatizing for you. Today you might be feeling the effects. Are you alright?”
She nodded. “The first part, with the gunshots and you carrying me down the mountain, that was, indeed, traumatizing. I felt deep, honest fear for the first time in my life. The last part where you took advantage of a poor, pathetic woman just because you could and forced your mammoth cock inside her delicate, yielding body even after she pleaded with you not to. Frankly, I’ve never enjoyed myself more.” She kissed him. “I’m right here. We’re not wearing any clothes. It would seem to be the perfect time for a long slow encore.”
Neville didn’t answer in words. He gripped her rear end with both hands and moved it around. The motion stressed the skin over her little button and sent thrills through her body. She said, “I know you’re a man. Can you multitask?”
“Of course. I’m a Chambers. We can do anything.”
“Good.” She scooted up his body until she could drop her right nipple into his mouth. “Do both parts of my body.”
Neville didn’t answer. He did both parts of her body very well indeed.
Madison groaned at the fireworks going off in her body. Her nipples tightened until they were deep red cones on expanded breasts. Neville’s fingers in her sheath and on her clitoris stoked a bonfire in her hips. The skin on her chest and neck became red as if she had a rash.