Chapter 191

THE RETREAT

Jeff awoke from his nap feeling much better. Caitlin had a leg and an arm thrown over him and her head was resting on his shoulder. As he wondered if he could move out from under his wife without awakening her, she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

He touched his finger to his lips, then eased out of bed to hold the sheet up for her as she followed him. Joyce, sleeping deeply beside them, didn't awaken.

After the bathroom, they stepped into the shower together. "Feeling better now, My Love?" Jeff asked her.

Caitlin reached up to take his face in her hands for a moment. Then hesitantly, "I feel much better, and ... I guess I'm a little embarrassed to have been so shaken up by ... that. I've just never had a gun rammed against my head with someone screaming he was going to kill me – not that I could ever get used to it," she continued with a sick laugh, "but, I can certainly empathize with Hope now. I'm afraid it will be a very long time before I forget what happened this morning."

Jeff gently kissed her on the lips, then trailed kisses around to her ear, which he nipped.

Caitlin shivered, chill bumps breaking out on her arms. "You keep that up and we'll be waking Joyce. Now behave yourself; I'm hungry."

"Yes, Ma'am," he chuckled as he lathered his hands and began rubbing soap over her body, starting with her breasts, of course.

Pushing his hands away and laughing, "You do you, and I'll do me. Otherwise, we'll never get out of here."

"Spoilsport," he chuckled, but did as she instructed.

A little later, as Caitlin was drying Jeff's back, she hesitated before beginning, "Honey, you know Quinton saved my life – I mean, really saved my life. He stayed so calm, no matter how wild McMasters became. How do Quinton and Joyce..."

"Baby, he had to be calm to help keep McMasters from going off even worse. Plus, Quinton has been trained to remain calm under adverse conditions. And both he and Joyce love their jobs. Confronting people who have guns isn't all they do, as we all know. They also take reports, at least the deputies do. They answer alarms, arrest burglars and robbers, settle domestic disputes, write traffic tickets, direct traffic, patrol high crime neighborhoods, work vehicle accidents – lots of things. They say that ninety-five percent of what they do is boredom, and the other five percent is chaos. From what little experience I've had with the police reserves, that's about dead on."

Caitlin turned so Jeff could dry her back. "Well, they can keep their chaos. I hope I've had my share of that for a lifetime. And ... I still don't see how Joyce goes to work every day knowing that something like that could happen to her or to one of the other deputies."

"And your life is always calm in the hospital?" he teased.

"Not the same thing."

"Joyce might differ with you. It's still life and death, although you, the nurse, aren't in as much immediate danger, and the lives at risk are usually your patients' lives. Of course, one of your patients could flinch, causing you to stick yourself with a needle that has AIDS, or hepatitis C, or some other terrible disease organism on it."

"We're very careful about needle sticks..."

"But they can and do happen. That needle stick could very well kill you – well, excluding Little One's intervention, of course."

Dry, except for Caitlin's hair, they went into the walk-in closet to dress. "You look sexy, nude with that towel wrapped around your hair," the Prime said, his cock swelling noticeably as he quietly closed the door behind them. Caitlin reached in a drawer for panties, but as she bent over, she felt him snuggle against her hips, his now-erect cock sliding along her nether lips. After slowly moving it back and forth a couple of times, he pushed gently into her now wet sheath. With a contented sigh, she arched her ass upward as he bottomed out deep inside her. "Fuck me, Husband," she whispered. "Make me forget."

He did his best to do just that.

VAN AND ADRIANA'S FARM

Adriana grabbed Lillian's hand and dragged her into Adriana's bedroom. After closing the door, she yanked up her top. The two women had been the best of friends for years and had dressed together many times, although neither had any sexual inclination toward the other.

"What..." a startled Lillian began.

"Look at them," Adriana insisted.

"Well, they're..."

"Look at them. Really look at them. No sag – none," she said, shaking her shoulders, causing her breasts to sway and jiggle. "And look at this," she continued, pulling on her nipples. Shortly, she was rewarded with multiple thin streams of milk spurting out.

"Oh, my," Lillian hissed out. "How can you possibly have milk? What have you been taking to make you do that?"

Adriana laughed. "Nothing. It was simply..."

And the block locked her down with a flash of nausea.

Surprised, Adriana staggered and capped her hand over her mouth, fearing she was going to vomit. Finally regaining control and belatedly realizing what was happening, she thought, Diana said the block would warn me. If that was just a warning, I surely don't want to experience the real thing.

She turned a serious face to her friend. "I almost screwed up. I promised to keep some things secret. I just realized that I was going to say too much, but I'll be able to tell you everything, soon. Just please believe me when I say that what has happened to us is absolutely wonderful."

Lillian sat on the side of the bed wondering what was going on. Deciding that Adriana had just had a flash of conscience that made her look as if she were going to throw up, Lillian shrugged mentally and said, "Your body is fabulous, and like I said over at my house, the three of you look..."

"Healthy," Adriana offered. "I think that was the word you used."

"Yeah. Healthy ... and beautiful. Your breasts look as if you have never had kids. Heck, they look like they belong to an eighteen-year-old. I know you haven't had time for a boob job, and there certainly wouldn't have been time for it to heal, anyway. So, what's happened?"

"I really, really can't tell you right now. But, if you will trust me, I'll be able to tell you shortly, and Lillian..."

"Yeah?"

"You'll be the same. The same healthy appearance, and your boobs will look like they did when you were a teenager – only better. I promise. Not that they don't look nice now," Adriana quickly added.

Lillian didn't immediately respond, but sat thinking for a minute, then smiled a crooked smile. "Pull your top back down. Your boobs are beginning to affect even me. And ... if mine can look that good, I'll dance at your next wedd ... Oh," she finished as she suddenly realized what she was going to say. "Uh, I guess I might be doing that, anyway," she said with a chuckle.

Adriana grinned at her friend. "So, when are you going to tell our man that you'll marry him, hmmm? I assume by that comment that you are going to say yes."

"Was there ever any doubt?" Lillian tried to laugh, but somehow there were tears in her eyes. "Are you sure about this – really sure? I've always thought the world of Van, but I was in love with Ryan – deeply in love with him. I still miss him so much, but he told me to go on with my life if he didn't come back. He made me promise. But Van ... uh, I've never let myself go around him. I had too much respect for you to ever try to encroach on your property, but now ... When he kissed me there in my kitchen, I almost couldn't stand it. I can't believe how it affected me." She took a shaking breath. "Oh, Adriana, please don't dangle this in front of me and then take it away. With all that's happened, I just couldn't stand it."

Adriana sat down beside her friend and took the sniffling woman in her arms. After a moment, she reached over and pulled several tissues from the box on the bedside table, handing them to Lillian. After wiping her eyes and blowing her nose, Lillian looked at Adriana, both women suddenly breaking out in nervous giggles. "Does he have a big cock?" Lillian got out past a chuckle that threatened to become overpowering because of her embarrassment.

Adriana smirked out, "I guess you'll have to wait and judge that for yourself. But let's just say that I felt every bump in the drive over to your house and back on Skunk."

"You're teasing me. You've been married – what – twenty-one or twenty-two years? Whatever he has, you're bound to be used to it by now."

"He's an..." But Adriana stopped, wondering if saying the word "Alpha" would result in another flash of nausea. She couldn't decide, but Diana had warned that the nausea would be progressively worse if she pushed the block. One flash was quite enough as far as Adriana was concerned. "He's a lot more man than you think he is, but he would never intentionally hurt me – or you. We just got a little carried away last night. We have a lot to celebrate. I've decided to have another baby – maybe two or three more, even."

Lillian grabbed Adriana's hand for a moment. "Oh, Honey, that's great. What brought all this on?"

"Shit," Adriana exclaimed in frustration. "It's all connected. Like I told you, we need you to take a little trip with us. When we have permission, we'll tell you everything." Adriana reached to lovingly touch her friend's face. "And please don't think anything bad, for there isn't anything. We've simply made a promise and we're ... morally bound to honor that promise until certain ... things change. We want you to meet some very nice people, anyway. After that, we'll be able to tell you everything that's happened to us."

"Well, that makes everything clear as mud," Lillian laughed.

"So you will marry my husband then – marry us?"

"Us? Adriana, you know I'm not into girls. And I didn't think you were, either."

Adriana was shaking her head and chuckling. "No. No. I'm definitely not into girls, even a girl I love as much as I do you. But I think our marriage should be just that – ours. All three of us to each other. All equal. You will have just as much right to my husband as I already have. You and I will be sister-wives. If we want, we can have a contract like the Matthews. I read it over, and it is truly beautiful. But in addition, it will protect the one or ones remaining should something bad happen. And Lil, the contract is binding forever. It can not be broken. There can be no divorce, for we won't be married in the eyes of the law, but our marriage will have a far deeper bond than any other manner of marriage could ever have."

"And I'm going to understand all this after we go wherever were going – to see these Matthews people, or whatever?"

Adriana hugged her again. "Oh, I know it sounds..."

"Weird," Lillian supplied.

" ... weird, but so help me, it's the truth. I swear to you I haven't lied about anything."

Lillian let out a snigger. "Oh, I already knew that. You are the absolute worst liar I have ever known. You couldn't lie about how many sandwiches you made for lunch."

Adriana let out a girlish giggle, something she just realized she had been doing a lot of, lately. "Well, I actually didn't make them. Paulette did. Now, when are you going to give my husband the answer to his question?"

Lillian didn't answer, but said instead, "I know how Paulette feels about the marriage, she was certainly open about that, and I'm flattered," she laughed, "but what about Jeremy? I watched him grow up into a fine young man. In addition, I owe him a lot for all the work he has done for me after Ryan was killed. I wouldn't want to ... barge into his family without his permission. What would I be – his step-mom? I imagine most young men would not be pleased with a father bringing a second woman into his mother's marriage."

Adriana was shaking her head. "And even if he isn't pleased with it – which he will be – how can he possibly say anything? He just married two women, both of whom are four years or so older than he is. As far as that's concerned, you can ask him when he gets here. You've always been direct. You used to laugh about embarrassing Ryan. No use to be coy about this; just flat out ask him if you have his permission, if that's what you want. I know my son. He cares too much for you to do anything to hurt your feelings. He'll be one hundred percent behind our marriage."

"Are we ... I mean, uh, how are we going to ... share Van?" Lillian's face flushed a deep red as she struggled to go on. "Every other night? Both together? How do we do that? What about our periods? How are we going to make this work? Oh, gosh, Adriana, I'm already shaking, and I haven't even told him 'yes' yet."

Adriana thought for a moment. "I can't imagine not sleeping with my husband every night. Every other night hasn't even crossed my mind. Would you be embarrassed for us to love him together? I don't think I would be – not with you. We've done about everything else together: Canned food, cooked together for Christmas and Thanksgiving, gardened, worked in the fields together, even helped with the births of animals. Tons of things. I think it would be a real turn on to watch the two of you make love."