“Yess...baby...yes. So good. Trevor, I love you,” Reed hissed, lifting his hips. Trevor slid out to the tip before Reed ground down against him, over and over again, in a steady rhythm. Reed robbed Trevor of all his senses, yet gave him the entire world as his orgasm racked through his body, driving him deeper into Reed. Heaven...yes, this was heaven.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tapping her well-manicured fingernail on the old news room desk, Laurie hung up the phone in a huff of irritation. This tiny desk, tucked away in a far back corner of the newsroom, was shared by her and four other reporters. Budget cuts from bad economic times sucked. The latest word from senior management indicated more cuts would be coming soon if advertising dollars didn’t increase. Laurie couldn’t afford for that cut to include her. She just paid for a very expensive boarding school for the daughter no one knew she had. No way would she get to anchor if anyone knew about her twelve year old daughter, especially since she was only twenty six, cough, cough, years old herself.
The need to look good on air seemed the only thing the five reporters shared in common. A desk top mirror sat to the right of the phone. Laurie took the moment to stare at herself in the mirror, making sure everything looked in place and put together. You never knew when a story would pop up, so looking good at all times became critically important. She ran a fingertip along her lip, wiping a small smudge away from the perfectly applied all day lip liner. Laurie held her looks well; not a wrinkle on her smooth, alabaster skin. Her dark brown eyes and almost black hair were such a contrast to her fair skin type. She worked hard on keeping her complexion fair. It absolutely wouldn’t do for anyone to know her father was migrant worker and her mother a housekeeper in a Brownsville, Texas hotel chain.
Lowering the mirror some, she looked around to see if anyone watched her before she straightened her back, lifting her perfectly shaped boobs (thanks to silicone and Dr. Davis, a famous plastic surgeon). They looked good in this cut shirt. She resisted the urge to shove her hands in each cup and pull the cleavage out a little more. She always left the buttons on her blouse open. Men got lost in the quick flashes of flesh, forgetting to monitor their words. Those quick nipple peeks usually got her some of her best stories while out in the field. And if that didn’t work, the short, tight skirts she wore on her five foot eight inch frame came in handy when accidentally dropping something on the ground. She would then need to bend her thong wrapped ass in their direction. Once the mayor actually reached out and touched the flesh. Laurie loved that moment! To keep it off the air, she got several exclusive interviews.
The shrill ring of the 1960’s phone sounded. Laurie grabbed the receiver before it could make it to the second ring. “Harry, say you have something for me, babe.” None of her regular contacts were panning out on this deal. It didn’t make sense at all. It was never this hard to figure out a name. Especially the name of a soldier who received thousands of pieces of mail a day from an adoring national fan base! God, what she wouldn’t kill for that kind of exposure! The entire country stayed captivated by the images of this unknown soldier protecting all those women and children while being fired upon himself.
Only as a last resort did Laurie ever contact Harry. The payment for information required she pack a bag and spend the night in a sleazy hotel room. She would wear nothing more than fishnets, lots of eye liner, and extra hold Aquanet while they dodged the little man’s wife and seven children.
“What time can I expect you?”
“I’ll tell you once I know what you have,” Laurie replied, rolling her eyes.
“No, no, no. You know what you have to do,” Harry chuckled in his little squeaky voice.
Lowering her voice, Laurie rolled her eyes again, looking around to make sure no one stood within hearing distance. “I’m sitting here naked, thinking of you. My nipples are turning so very hard they hurt, and I’m super wet just hearing your sexy voice, sugar,” Laurie said, in an exaggerated Southern accent. One she spent a ton of money trying to rid herself of before breaking into this business.
“How wet are you?”
“I’m nice and wet for you.” Actually dried up like the desert thinking of having to be with you, she thought as she spoke.
“Tell me where you want my dick.” Harry’s voice turned lower, the squeak more pronounced.
“No, Harry, that’s all you get until you answer my question.”
“Tell me where you want my dick.” He never wavered from his objective.
“Harry...GOD! Okay, up my ass. I want it up my ass. Ew. Ah, now tell me what you fucking know!” Laurie didn’t use the southern accent, her frustration levels were already through the roof with this phone call.
“A flight left Germany with a patient on it yesterday.”
“Harry, please don’t tell me you just made me go through this—”
“Ask me questions about the flight.”
“Harry, goddamn it.” Laurie stared at the phone, contemplating ending the call. Harry worked as a freelance research journalist whose connections were always right on when he got the scoop but, dear God, this game he played got old.
“Ask me questions,” Harry’s said. His voice got a little lower, and she narrowed her eyes thinking over her options.
“Damn it! Okay! What kind of flight?”
“No, use the voice.”
“Sugar, what kind of flight was it?” Rolling her eyes, she knew without question he was wacking off to the sound of her voice.
“A, ah...private flight.” His voice came out in small, wispy breaths.
“Really? Hmmm. Well, honey, what makes this flight different than any other flight leaving Germany?”
“There was only one military patient aboard.” Harry started making the small grunts she had grown to hate, but the answer perked her up. Pulling her pen and paper in front of her, she began to take notes.