Chapter 84

WEDNESDAY NIGHT

"So, what do you think of the new cleaning people?" Jeff asked a nude Diana as they readied for bed.

Diana rinsed her mouth of toothpaste and turned to her equally nude husband as he stood beside her in the vanity area. Despite herself, her eyes drifted downward to glance at his manhood. It immediately began to swell. He looks like one of those gods of fantasy. When he moves his body, his muscles sort of ... ripple. He could break me in half, yet his touch is as gentle as can be. Except ... when he spanks me, or holds me and fucks my brains out. It's time for him to do that again soon. After the hassle of this wedding is over, I'll have to push him a little so he will know I need that. I want him to throw me on the bed, put me on my hands and knees, and take me.

"Di?" His voice was quiet with just a hint of humor as he watched the emotions flow across her face.

She took the step into his arms, her right hand going to his cock as she nuzzled her face into his neck. Gently squeezing his manhood, she slid her hand up and down it for a moment, not actually trying to fully stimulate him, just being familiar and letting him know she loved and desired him.

"The cleaning people?" he prompted, love and a tiny amount of amusement in his voice because his cock had distracted her.

"I'm very pleased with them. I'm sorry you missed the owner. He came by while you were tied up with Dave. The guy seemed very nice."

"Yeah, well, so did the other people until they started shooting at us."

Diana chuckled as she leaned back to look at her husband's face. "I can't believe I laughed a little when you said that. I thought I would never..."

"We're human beings, Baby. We either get over what's happened, or it will tear us apart. But I'm worried sick about Joyce being out there at night, and the same for Caitlin when she goes to work. Caitlin's job isn't dangerous, but both of them are vulnerable as kidnap victims. Security is escorting them to work and back — covertly, but still..."

"The cleaning people did an excellent job," she said, hopefully derailing Jeff's worry about his working wives for the moment. "All your wives took the day off from school to help. The place is as clean as it's ever going to be. We're stocked on food, and the chef is scheduled to be here tomorrow afternoon in time for our first meal with the wedding guests. We all have a uniform and two changes. Margaret and the wedding planners still have a lot to do, but..."

"But," he said continuing her sentence in a slightly different way, "if everything comes apart, the only ones who will know will be the two wedding planners and Margaret. She and Frank will still be married, and the wedding will be pretty no matter what."

"Jeff, that's a man's attitude..."

"Yep, and I'm a what?" he said as he slid a hand down between them and circled her clit with a fingertip, then after a bit the finger eased a little downward parting her nether lips, teasing her entrance, eventually sliding back upward to stroke her clit some more. Diana hissed in a breath and bucked against him, her body suddenly trembling.

Picking her up when she collapsed against his chest, he walked into the bedroom and put her on the bed. Shortly, he was buried to his balls in her.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 17

They were just starting breakfast when the satellite phone rang. When Jeff answered, the General said, "Might want to turn on the news channel." He hung up without further comment.

"Whitworth said to watch the news channel," Jeff repeated.

Jennie snatched the remote off the counter and had the station on in seconds. " ... The senator was found dead in his bed when his wife awakened this morning. His two grown children have been notified and will be on their way back from Paris. The senator's wife and their other child, an eighteen-year-old daughter, are in seclusion and we were unable to interview them. Police tell us there is no obvious evidence of foul play. The senator was pronounced healthy after a routine physical just two months ago. For an update on this, we take you now to our own Doctor Carl Nelson..."

Jennie pressed the mute button, every eye on the table turning to Jeff. With a slight nod from him, there was a collective sigh and conversation picked up again as if there were never a break.

"Did you see the smirk on Bill's face when he walked out the door?" Jeff asked as he, Frank and Dave sat in the living room for a final cup of coffee after breakfast. "I think he was ready to burst out laughing about me playing the concierge thing..."

Diana walked through the door, obviously having heard Jeff.

"He did not have a smirk on his face. And you're not 'playing the concierge thing.' Despite what you think, Jeff Matthews," she continued as she came up behind him and put her arms around his neck, "this is going to be so much fun. Just wait and see. And remember this, too. What would you be thinking right now if we suddenly had fifteen or twenty people we didn't know coming in here to serve and clean — running all over the retreat? Frank knows the guests, but there is no way he or any of us could know all the serving people that would have to be brought in for this. If we're to be safe, it has to be this way."

Wainwright frowned. "I kept telling Margaret to hold this thing down. Now I'm really feeling guilty."

Diana turned to Frank, her hands on her hips in a mock gesture, "Well, just stop feeling guilty. I'm totally behind Margaret wanting a big wedding. And, it's not really a big wedding, just a ... wee bit more elaborate than we first talked about," she said with a smile. "Certainly there could be two thousand people that would like to come to a Wainwright wedding. But the two of you have held it down to less than one hundred."

Jeff tried to hide the cringe as he thought about what Frank had said about the big/elaborate wedding thing being catching like a virus.

"And besides," Diana continued, "Margaret repeatedly asked if it would be all right, and she's worried about the number of guests that are scheduled to be here. So, you guys need to get into this before you ruin her wedding."

Damnit, I'm beginning to feel my face getting warm. This blushing crap has got to go, Jeff thought as he realized that Diana was right, and the guilt hit him. Here I am bitching about wearing a pretty snazzy uniform and doing a little playacting. Heck, I would basically be doing the same thing, minus the uniform, of course, if the guests knew I owned the place, and I was just being a good host.

Diana kissed him and quickly left. "Frank, I..."

"Don't say a thing, Jeff. You haven't done anything wrong, and besides, I feel the same way." Wainwright sighed. "Hell, I guess she's right about not bringing in a lot of serving people, but like you, I don't see the need to pretend about this thing, let alone wear the uniforms."

"But," Jeff broke in, "I suspect we're going to get an up-close and personal view of how serving people are treated. Might do all of us good in the end."

"What about the new girls and Susan? Are they into this too?" Frank asked.

Dave had remained silent until now, just watching the fun. "Everybody is into it. My wives think this thing is the greatest idea since ... sliced bread," he finished with a grin.

Jeff got up to leave.

Dave frowned. "Where are you going?"

"To shine my shoes. Bill says Reed should be here with the first group around mid-afternoon. How about your shoes? They ready? If we're into this, might as well do it right," he said as he headed out the door.

Jeff, Frank and Dave stood at the end of the long outside garage watching snowmobiles being offloaded from a truck. There was little wind, but the snow, long having stopped if you believed the weather forecast from yesterday, was still coming down, adding to the six inches of new snow from last night.

Jeff pulled the hood of his heavy coat forward a little. Nodding toward the snowmobiles, "I thought these were going to be rentals, Frank. They're brand-new. And how many did you order anyway? We already have several snowmobiles," he said as Dave turned to wave the second truck in.

"Well, let's see. You have nine wives, at least for the present, then there's Kayla, the new girls and your mother-in-law, Dave has three wives, Bill has two, and I'll have one come tomorrow night. How many of our guests will want to ride? I have no idea, but they're not going to go back home saying that Frank Wainwright was cheap and didn't provide enough snowmobiles for their enjoyment. And I have a certified snowmobile instructor coming in with the first guests this afternoon, as well as a ski instructor. They'll ride herd on the guests."

I didn't know they even had snowmobile instructors, Jeff thought, then, "Yeah, I know, but damn, Frank, two loads, plus what we already have."

"Better overkill than underkill," Wainwright said with a chuckle. "Besides, it's only money."

Jeff wasn't sure whether the last remark was a joke or not. With Wainwright's billions, it just might not have been.

They were joined by Arlene, Ann, Jennie and Melissa, then shortly, the new girls came hurrying out — everyone wearing new snowmobile outfits. "And you're going to..." Jeff said, already having guessed.

"Gas them up and check them out," Arlene said with a grin, her breath puffing out around her. "We're not experts, but we've ridden ours enough to know what to do."

Jeff had a sinking feeling, but Arlene grabbed his face and kissed him hard. "We'll be fine." That said, she jumped on the nearest snowmobile, started it and left in a shower of snow as she headed for the gas pumps. The rest of Jeff's younger wives filed by for their kiss, then mounted and followed Arlene while the new girls watched.

Jeff turned to mock glare at Frank. "I heard that snigger. Too bad you don't have a couple teenagers who share your bed. Yeah, I think that's a great idea," he said, his face widening into a grin. "We're going to have to work on that now that you and Margaret are about to be hitched. I'll have to talk to her about that. Young blood in the family will do you good."

"Damnit Jeff, don't start that again. It is not funny, my friend," Wainwright said, his chuckles suddenly gone as he realized that Jeff, despite the grin, was serious. They stood for a moment watching the new girls trying to jog through the snow toward the back of the garage where the gas pumps were located. "Don't start anything with Margaret," Frank said, his voice almost pleading, even showing a hint of desperation. "She's already talking about getting me another wife, and we're not even married yet. Every time I try to talk to her about it, she just smiles and says an Alpha needs more than one wife."

Jeff grinned bigger at the rich man's discomfort. "Yeah, I think some young pussy calling you 'Husband' is just what you need. And don't come up with that shit about your not being able to take care of what you have now, let along more wives. Margaret has a totally different view about that, and she's freely shared that view with everyone."

"Well, I don't know any girls, nor any eligible young women who would fit in with us. So there's nothing to worry about." But his voice betrayed him.

Jeff's next words struck terror in Wainwright's heart as the Prime continued with, "Maybe we need to 'throw out the seine' as my dad used to say. Might catch something."

Frank started to comment when Evie, having just come out the back with her sister-wives, Linda and Kim, hollered out, "Hey guys."

"Oh, shit," Dave said under his breath.

"What?" from Frank.

"Evie is into snowmobile racing. She and I used to do it a lot — belonged to a club."

"You're worried about her?" Jeff said with a frown.

"Nope. I'm worried about her influence on my other wives — and yours."

Jeff, remembering Arlene snowboarding the driveway, said, "Arlene doesn't need any help to scare me to death." Then he thought about something. "Evie hasn't done anything with the snowmobiles that I've noticed. I haven't seen her riding with my wives..."

"We've been busy. Looks like she's not busy now, though."

Jeff looked at his friend. "Suddenly, I don't think I want to watch."

Arlene came back to pick up another snowmobile. Jeff touched his daughter on the arm. "Come go with me a minute."

"Sure, Dad."

Jeff walked in through the small door on the end of the garage with Arlene following him, a slight frown on her face. "Did I do something wrong, Daddy?"

Jeff flipped the light switch and closed the door. "Of course not. I just didn't want those truck drivers to see," he said as he unzipped his coat and threw it on a work counter. "Open your collars a moment."

Arlene flipped her hood back, partially unzipped, then pulled the collar of her outfit open as well as that of her top. As soon as Jeff's instructions were out of his mouth, she had figured it out.

"Dad, are you sure?"

"She went with Kayla when I asked." He stopped and concentrated for a moment.

{{{ Certainly, if that is your wish, My Prime. }}}

"What's that look on your face, Dad?"

Jeff shook himself mentally. Little One had been very quiet since the incident where Arlene had been shot. Most of the time, she seemed to refuse conversation with him, only sending contentment when he tried to talk to her, but when she did answer, the answers were mostly clear — much clearer than they had been in the past.