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Rune Alignment

Chapter 28.

Sledge spoke to the attendant who blew two short calls on his whistle. He still hadn't seen Bobby and Gleason. And, it certainly didn't look as if they were going to notice Sledge and her. Eames turned so his back would be toward the other couple. Sledge stood in front of her, smiled down and pulled her to him in a chaste hug. She rested her head against his chest, but her mind spun around Bobby and the professor.

He loves her, oh God, it's true, he loves her. She could see it in the way he touched Gleason, kissed her neck, moved against her. Eames didn't want to be jealous; she was here with Sledge. Edward cared for her. Her chest felt tight and it was hard to draw a breath. Get hold of yourself, she screamed in her mind. Be with Sledge, he likes you; he sees you as a woman, he wants you. Bobby never will, he can't. Eames squeezed back tears, buried a sob, and pulled away from Edward's chest. He looked down at her and Alex kissed him. Edward's hands flew to her face and he kissed her back.

Bobby's green SUV pulled up, the attendant opened Gleason's door, helped her up and shut the door. Bobby went around to the driver's side, tipped the runner, got in, the runner shut his door and they were off.

They drove in absolute silence, lost in their own thoughts. Gleason had not felt like this since she was with Gavin, years ago; Clive never entered her mind. Gleason glanced at Bobby, he drove with his right hand on the wheel, left elbow on the ledge below the window, chewing on his thumb. She was surprised at her lust. She turned toward her window and watched the city night fly by.

Bobby hadn't been with a woman in more than a year. He still regretted that last time. It was a first date thing; he left afterward, during the night, and he didn't see the woman again, didn't even call her. He was disgusted with himself, it was something his father or brother would do; he didn't want to be like them.

But this woman – God, this woman. He could see himself being with her forever. He knew she was the one. He knew it the moment she entered the conference room last Wednesday.

Their car pulled up, the attendant opened the back passenger door, and Sledge ushered in Eames. He slid in beside her, the door shut and he told the driver to drive around a while. The driver nodded and the partition slid up.

Sledge's hand went straight for Eames' breast as he leaned in to kiss her.

Bobby tossed the keys on the table by the door, and took Gleason by the arm, left hand on the back of her head. She met his open mouth with hers. Their tongues dueled. His hands held her head, moved to her neck, his mouth followed. Her hands moved to his buckle and tugged.

"Bed, let's go to bed," she whispered deeply.

He turned her and followed her to the bedroom. He stepped in behind her and shut the door. He had taken off his suit coat and unclipped his weapon coming down the hall. The coat landed on the chair in the corner, and he set his gun on the dresser. He pulled his sweater over his head and it joined the coat. He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. She kicked off her shoes and looked at him. His eyes never left her face. A fine spray of dark hair shadowed his chest. He was broad and strong. His chest heaved as he undid his buckle, he pulled the belt free of the loops and it joined the coat and sweater. She saw his erection and stepped to him.

Eames slid her tongue between Edward's lips and his hand slid inside her bodice. A quiet moan escaped from her and she reached for his zipper. He shifted and Eames pulled it down. His hand moved to his belt and, with one hand, quickly opened his trousers fully. Edward took her hand and guided it inside. She grasped his hardness through his shorts.

He pulled her small, round breast from her dress and his mouth devoured it. Her nipple hardened into a tight, small, dark stone as he rubbed it with the surface of his rough tongue.

Again, Bobby took her head with his left hand. The fingers of his right hand stroked her face, neck, and then moved to her mouth. His fingertips gently touched her lips against his. Gleason broke from his lips and he moved his middle finger into her mouth. He gasped with a quiet moan as her tongue danced under it, over it. His mouth slid to her neck, he licked her wildly pumping pulse, feeling it throb against his tongue. He sucked it; his left hand moved to the fabric on her shoulder and slid it down.

Gleason undid the hook and then the button on his trousers. She slowly unzipped him. His legs moved apart and his breathing quickened. His mouth moved to her shoulder, licking, sucking. Her thumbs hooked his boxers and she pushed them down with his trousers. She moved her head and he slid his finger from her mouth. He took her head again, and saw raw passion in her eyes.

"Let me," she whispered. She kissed his neck, his chest, sucked on his nipple. His eyes closed and his head fell back. She continued down his chest to his smooth, hard stomach. She began to kneel; he stopped her by the arms. "No, let me," she said again. He searched her eyes, unsure. His hands moved back to her neck.

Eames found the elastic of his boxers and her tiny hand slipped under. She grasped his satin hardness and was surprised at how thick he felt; she couldn't close her hand around him. Her hand began to stroke his length. He was long.

Sledge jolted at her touch. Her small hand was soft, but strong. He knew his size, knew he might hurt her. He would go slowly.

Bobby could feel her breath on himself, there. She was looking at him, he knew. Her hands slid over his stomach, hips, down his thighs. So soft, her hands were silk against his skin. Her fingers traced lines through his hair. Her breath was hot, and fast. He jerked and groaned aloud when her warm, wet mouth slid over the tip and her tongue licked the end.

He is so big, thought Gleason. Long and thick. Red. Hard, so hard. She felt him jerk, heard his groan, and knew she could please him. She slowly ran her left thumb along the underside, tracing the length of the ridge. Slowly, slowly she took him into her mouth – a little at a time – a little in, then out, a little more in; in and out, until most of his length filled her mouth, until she could hold no more. She kept her tongue stiff against the ridge underneath.

Bobby felt it building fast; it had been so long. His mind ran wild. It was so good, so good. Her mouth, her tongue – so hot, wet. He wanted to pump her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair. Short guttural sounds escaped his throat. Agh, God, now – he was so close – now . . . ungh!

Sledge's hand slipped under Eames' dress, up her thigh, to the silk of her panties. She shifted and opened her legs. He rubbed her through the fabric. She pushed against his fingers, wanting him to touch her, enter her.

Eames pulled Edward free, out from his pants. She looked down at his long, hard, red member. She wanted to take it him her mouth. "Let me eat you," she said.

"Stop! Gleason stop!" He pulled away, out of her mouth, grabbed her right arm and pulled her up. She looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern. "Not yet, not like this." His hands went to the shoulders of her dress and pulled it down. Her breasts tumbled free. He cupped her left breast and bent to take it in his mouth. His tongue flicked the nipple, he sucked it, he nibbled it, pinching and pulling with his teeth. Gleason pushed the dress over her hips and took her panties down at the same time.

She lifted his head with both hands; he looked at her. She took his hand and they stepped out of the puddles of clothing at their feet. Bobby stripped back the coverlet and top sheet she and Estella had set earlier today. He showed her onto the bed and he followed, pulling up the top sheet.

Gleason lay on her back, Bobby up on his left elbow, above and next to her. She reached for his face and he kissed her deeply. He took her left breast and ran his thumb over the nipple. Gleason gasped, that little move was so good. He spread open her legs with his right knee and slid his hand down her flat, soft stomach. His long fingers reached into her nest, probing; he found his mark and barely touched her clit with his middle finger, his longest finger. He watched her. She jumped, closed her eyes, and moaned softly. She opened wider.