Designed Intent

Chapter 56

Monday Evening

Bobby and Gleason walked to Porcini's for dinner. "Let's take a cab back," Gleason said with dripping nose, "Why is it so cold?"

"I ordered this weather so I could hold you close and keep you warm," he told her hugging her tighter. "Do you want to take a cab the rest of the way?"

"No, it's just another block," she said shivering.

They arrived and were seated quickly. "So, how was your day?" Bobby asked taking her hand.

"I had a wonderful walk today. It felt good to walk so far. I fear I'll be sore tomorrow, however. I was beat when I got back." Gleason had returned to the apartment at four and felt wonderfully exhausted. She knew she should not have walked so much, but had enjoyed herself, even with the odd occurrence at the coffee shop. The new sheets were hidden in the bedroom in the bottom drawer of her chest.

"Where did you go?" he asked.

"I walked around the neighborhood and then to Fifth and looked at things in Macey's." She didn't know whether to tell him about the child she saw in the coffee shop. "What did you do today?"

Bobby relayed the details of the trashed apartment, the contents of the duffle bag, and his visit with Carver. He left out the part about the bodies.

"Well, you had a very busy day, eh?" she smiled at him and reached for his other hand.

Bobby watched her and knew there was something more she wanted to tell him. "I hope you weren't out too long in this cold," he said.

"No, I ducked into shops and I stopped in that little coffee shop with the red and white awning. I had a cuppa and brownie to warm up."

He watched her and saw her avoid looking at him. Something happened today.

"Did you need to rest or were you just cold?"

"No, no, I was just cold."

She still didn't look at him. "Did something happen?"

Her eyes snapped to his, "What do you mean?"

"At the coffee shop, did something happen? Did you have a pain, or get out of breath?"

"No, I was fine." She wouldn't look at him again and he knew for sure something had happened.

"Tell me," he said softly.

Gleason looked up at him, stared into his eyes and then looked at the tabletop. "Bobby, whilst I was sitting there, a man and a little boy came in." She raised her eyes to his, lowered her voice and said, "The child looked just like . . ." and she looked away. She had to wait a moment and then continued, ". . . he looked the child your mum described." Gleason looked at Bobby and said, "He looked like our son."

Bobby looked at her and felt a shiver of fear – Gleason was fixating on this child idea. "Honey, I'm certain he looked like the boy Mom sees, but –,"

"No, Bobby, it was him. He had the curly red hair, the grey eyes. He was very friendly; he smiled and waved at me. He kept looking at me as if he knew me."

"Sweetheart, lots of children –,"

"Bobby the man called him 'Chris.'"

Ok, this last bit was weird, "He called the boy 'Chris'?"

Gleason nodded. The server brought their meals and they ignored the food.

"Bobby, what does this mean?"

He looked at her and didn't know what to say, "I don't know, Honey, I don't know."

They sat quietly, trying to make sense of it. Finally, Gleason picked up her fork and knife and Bobby did the same.

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"So, are we ok?" Sledge asked Alex as they sat in his car in Tarantino's parking lot after dinner.

"Edward, I, I don't know."

"I do love you, Alex," Edward said. He did. After he and Linda divorced, he didn't think he would ever want or need anyone else as their divorce was so amicable – they had made love the night their divorce was finalized.

This last trip to Toronto, however, the time he and Linda had spent together was different. They had talked and had made love, as they always did, and Edward realized that his love for Linda was changed. Alex had taken the first place in his heart. He still loved Linda, and always would, but he would love Alex first.

"Hon, I love you. Linda and I are good friends, but I love you."

"Do you love her?"

Edward thought a minute. "Alex, she was my wife. I loved her while we were married and still do, and probably always will, but that love is different now. Linda and I will always be friends and I love her like a friend – ok, more than a friend – but not as a lover. I won't lie to you, I love her but not like I love you."

"How do you love me?"

"Let me count the ways," he said with a smile.

"You know what I mean."

"I love you as my lover. I love you. And I think you love me." He looked at her and with a finger pulled back the curtain of hair hiding her face to behind her ear. Alex turned and looked at him. "Do you love me?" he asked.

"Yes, I love you," she said softly.

"So, we love each other. That's good. Hon, I don't want Linda between us. She is an entire, separate part, a small part, of my life. I want us to have a life together."

Alex sighed and said, "She'll always be there, won't she?"

"It's not like you think. Linda is not 'the other woman.' It's different now. I'll admit, until you and I got together, I thought maybe Linda and I might get back together. But she didn't want that and now I don't either. I have you. I want you. I love you, Alex."

Alex knew he was telling the truth and she loved him for his honesty. She believed him. And she loved him.

"So, are we ok?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of her neck.

Alex nodded and Sledge pulled her close and kissed her sweetly.

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Bobby stood behind her at the bathroom sink, nibbling her neck. Gleason looked at him, them, in the mirror and her heart soared. This man will be my husband, she thought. We will be together forever; nothing will ever come between us ever again.

Bobby looked up and saw her watching him, "What are you thinking?" he whispered, looking at her in the mirror.

"How much I love you. How we will be together forever. How nothing will ever come between us."

"I love you," he said simply.

"I love you more," she replied. Gleason stepped away from him, stepped into the hall and pulled the bathroom door shut behind her. She crossed to her side of the bed, undressed, and crawled in. Bobby came from the bathroom and she watched him undress. His body was magnificent, large, strong, and her eyes dipped to his firming penis.

They immediately embraced and his mouth opened on hers, their tongues lapping at each other's. Gleason reached for his dick and he bent away from her grasp. "No, no. Let me make you come to be sure you're ok; so I can stop if you have trouble," he said.

"Bobby, I'm fine. I want us to come together. I want you in me, to come in me. I want to make love with you," she replied softly.

He looked into her eyes, so uncertain. Gleason reached for him again and he jerked slightly at her touch and then slid toward her, moving between her spreading legs. "Oh, God I love you, I love you so much," he whispered into her neck. His breathing quickened and he knew he had to slow down; he was ready to come right now, her magic hand was moving him to the edge.

Gleason wanted him so badly, she wanted to feel him in her, all the way up, sliding in and out, fucking her. She wanted to come.

Bobby's mouth moved to her breast and he nibbled, licked and sucked. Gleason groaned, arched and pressed her breast against his open mouth. He moved from her breast to her stomach, licking and nibbling and continued to her nest.

Gleason's place ached for his touch. "Lick me," she breathed, "Lick me there."

Bobby loved to hear her talk like this. Her voice, what she said, aroused him when they spoke on the phone at night in bed, his hand on himself so often. He pulled his pillow to her hips and lifted her bottom upon it. Her swollen lips were right there, juice seeping from between them. Gleason's hand reached for his head, pulling at his hair, "Eat me. Please," she whispered, pushing herself toward him.

His thumbs spread her lips and she gasped. Slowly, slowly he inserted one finger and Gleason groaned from her throat, a deep feral sound. "What do you want?" he asked her as he slowly withdrew his finger and pushed it back in. "Tell me what to do." He wanted to hear her talk dirty.

"Ungh, fu-, fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue," her voice breathy and urgent.

Bobby felt his dick harden and stretch even more. He moved his mouth closer and exhaled on her place, gently kissed her opening, and then dragged his tongue over her hole and rubbed her clit with it. Gleason arched and moaned.

"Good?"

"Oh, god, fuck me," she groaned deeply with her head arching back.

"Tell me how."

"Lick me, lick my pussy." Gleason knew what her words did to him and she liked to make him feel that way. She enjoyed being that potty mouth for him; it made her hot as well.

His dick twitched at those words and he drew his tongue over her, licking, nipping, sucking, but not entering her.

"Like this?" he breathed.

"Put your tongue in me, fuck me with your tongue," she answered pushing herself toward him, wanting more. Gleason groaned and said, "I want to come, make me come with your tongue. Fuck me!"

Drips of cum dropped onto the sheet under him and his hips began to move. He rubbed his tongue over her place and then shot it into her, as far as it would go. He waggled it and Gleason pulled at his head as she ground out her orgasm against his mouth. She bucked and growled deeply, from her throat. He fought his orgasm, wanting to wait for her to finish, to be certain she was ok; then he would bring her again with his dick in her slit.

Slowly Gleason settled and Bobby wiped his mouth and chin with the edge of the sheet, "Are you all right?" he asked her, looking at her, watching her breathing slow. "Honey, are you ok?"

Gleason opened her eyes, looked at him, and said, "More, I want more."

Bobby smiled, kissed her and said, "Put me in you." Gleason reached for his cock and felt it twitch and begin to jerk in her hand. "Hurry, inside!"

Gleason set him against her opening and he shoved all the way up, growling, "You're so fucking hot inside!" He pulled a bit, shoved and grunted; pulled a bit, shoved and grunted. He pulled and shoved once more then rose up on his knees, holding her hips against him, grunting and jerking in time with his dick shooting cum up into her. "Oh, gaw-aw-aw--!" he groaned.

Gleason watched him come and it set off her orgasm. He was huge and she felt him jerk and move inside. She pushed against him, squeezing and pulling him from within. She continued as Bobby finished, her inner muscles tugging on his softening dick, milking him.

Bobby opened his eyes and stared at her as she settled, slowly his gasps eased to breaths and he watched her relax and calm. "Are you still ok?" he asked softly, pushing hair from her face.

Gleason looked up at him and said with a smile, "You're still inside me."

"I know."

"Get hard again for me.

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