Page 25 of Vortex

“Can I go now? I would like to think more on my upcoming ranch and horse business.” I think it’s time I left these men to their business.

“Of course you can. Thank you for that information. It has cleared up some things but opened up other areas of concern. Good luck with your ranch and business. Hopefully, the Lone Ranger here will still come and see us from time to time?”

“Fuck off, Pres.” Vortex stands and follows me out. I can feel his tension even though he isn’t touching me. I turn and place my hands on his chest.

“You should not let them bother you with their childish remarks. You cannot tell me you would not be doing the same to any one of them in similar circumstances?” I feel him take a deep breath, and as he lets it out slowly, I feel some of the tension ease.

“I suppose not. A lot has happened in a short time, my love. I guess I’m just a little touchy with it all.” He kisses me on the nose, but I’m not accepting that and wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him long and hard.

When we break away, he laughs. “I kiss you and you laugh?”

“Only because you keep beating me to initiate those long kisses. I must start to act faster.”

“As long as I get those kisses, I don’t care who initials them.”

“Initiates, and no, neither do I.” He pulls me to him and gives me another long kiss.

“You know what, my man? I think we should get plenty of food inside you. I have a feeling you are going to need a lot of energy tonight.” I turn, stick my ass in his crotch and give a little wriggle. Hearing the growl that comes from him, I smile and head for the kitchen, dragging him with me.

Grabbing two plates, I put two steaks on one, handing it to Vortex, and on the other, a single steak. I put salad on the plate with the single steak and a baked potato on the other. I’m surprised when he adds salad, too.

“What? I like salad. It is an accompaniment to meat.”

Taking a couple of sodas, I find us a seat at a table alone. As we eat, I make sure that my thigh is rubbing against him and I’m in constant contact either there or with my shoulder. As he eats, he gives an occasional grunt or growl, and I’m happy that my touch is having that effect on him. When our plates are empty, we share one of the sodas, and then I take the plates away.

Seeing various desserts laid out, I grab clean plates and put a piece of red velvet cake on each, then add a slice of what smells like coffee cake to my man's plate. We feed each other as we eat, and we are both very much aware of all the looks we are generating our way. Sharing the second soda, we relax and talk of the ranch and what we’d like to do with it. Having let the food settle in our stomachs, I clean the table once again, and to several knowing winks from some of the brothers, and ladies I might add, we make our way to our room.

I undress quickly while he uses the bathroom, and lay on the bed in eager anticipation of a long night of tender lovemaking and raw sex combined.

This is the last thing I remember as I fall fast asleep…

Chapter 15

*~* Vortex *~*

Allegra woke up this morning, and she felt so guilty about falling asleep last night that we had our best sex so far. She took control, and I just lay back and let her. Well, expression wise I lay back. I was very active in the physical sense.

She’s gone off to start cleaning the clubhouse and I’m going to have a word with Pres and then hopefully, Bank and Pens. Fingers crossed that Pres is in a good mood. I’m taking a mug of coffee for him, so he’ll know immediately that I want something. Nobody walks into his office bearing any kind of gift unless they want something.

Unusually, the door is open when I get there, so I just say ‘Morning’ and walk in. As soon as I do so, my gut reacts to the most disgusting, foul smell, and I almost throw up. I do manage to spill most of the coffee as my whole body has a knee-jerk reaction to the smell.

“Fuck me, Pres. What is that smell?” I can hardly breathe, and I swear the smell is lying on my tongue so I can taste the vileness as much as smell it.

“I have a sickly stomach this morning. I don’t know what I ate or what is causing it, but it is fucking bad.” Pres looks as white as a sheet as he states this.

“Sickly stomach? Something, probably a skunk, has crawled up your ass and died.” I swear I have tears in my eyes, and it’s not from laughing. Noticing a breeze from an open window, I stand by it, hoping for some relief. I thought the crem smelled awful in the hot weather, but this is on an all-new level. “You should see Jamie before whatever is in you multiplies, breeds, lays eggs, or decomposes some more.”

“Okay, I’m feeling bad enough as it is without you making a fucking meal of it. What do you want?” I haven’t got off on the right foot here, I think to myself.

I open my mouth to speak when Pres lets out a roaring fart, and I swear green gas floats up from his ass. I grab my bandana from my pocket and slam it over my mouth, but that stuff won’t be stopped. I cough, gag, and retch so much that I have to hang my head out the window. Pres himself is coughing and choking.

I can’t stand it any longer, and I bolt for the door. “I’ll ask Cannon when I see him, Pres. I won’t bother you any further.” As I dash out from the office into the hallway, I take three steps and crash into Cannon.

“Jesus, Vortex. Watch where you’re going.”

“Stop. Don’t go any further and don’t go in there.” I point at the door, and my voice is muffled with my bandana still covering my mouth.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Cannon folds his arms and stares down at me.