Dutch and Gina: The Power of Love (28 page)

They had called a truce after that emotional night in the Residence.
 
But neither had backed down.
 
Dutch, in fact, would work late into the night, and always ended up sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms.
 
Which was fine by Gina.
 
She wasn’t backing down, either, and didn’t want to be pressured into backing down.
 
Dutch seemed to sense it and kept his distance.

But it was all so disturbing for both of them.
 
For Gina, she felt disconnected without Dutch’s complete and unconditional support.
 
He was her rock and she knew it.
 
But what could she do, she thought as she watched him say goodbye to the children.
 
This was her brother’s last gasp at freedom, and she wasn’t turning her back on him the way she believed the justice system did.

 
After Dutch hugged Jade and Christian, with Little Walt still in his arms, he took peeps over at Gina.
 
His heart was hammering when he looked at her.
 
He would give anything to be able to agree with what she wanted to do, but he couldn’t.
  
But he deeply respected her loyalty to her brother.

“Come here,” he said to her.
 

She didn’t hesitate, mainly because Little Walt was watching his parents and she didn’t want to do anything that would make him feel that something wasn’t right.
 
Although it wasn’t.
  
She had hoped they could leave on civil terms and, after she left Canada and made her way to Japan, make up for any disagreements.
 
The intense look on Dutch’s face, however, gave her little hope of that happening.

“Get in the limo for a sec,” he said when she arrived at his side.
 
“I want to talk to you.”

Sometimes Dutch spoke to her as if he was her father and boss all rolled into one, and this was one of those times, but she was never particularly bothered by that.
 
He was eight years older than she was, and with a lifetime more experience.
 
He was simply accustomed to being the man in charge.

Dutch, too, felt his age when Gina walked past Jade and Christian and got into the limo.
 
Gina was almost thirty-seven years old, and therefore had nearly fourteen years on Jade, but she looked almost as youthful.
 
Far youthful, Dutch thought, than he felt.
 

He handed Walt to Jade.
 
“Take excellent care of your little brother,” he warned her.
 
“And you look out for both of them, Chris.”

“I will, sir,” Christian assured him.

“You guys will reside at the White House the entire time we’re gone.”

“We know, Daddy,” Jade said, bouncing the chubby boy.
 
“Don’t worry.”

“Loretta will remain here and be in overall charge, but I expect you two to give her all the assistance she needs.”

“You needn’t worry, sir,” Christian said with all sincerity.
 
“We will look after him as if he was our very own.
 
Because he is.”

Dutch smiled.
 
Patted Christian on the arm.
 
Then he kissed Walt again, enjoyed his joyous grin one more time, and then got into the limo with Gina, closing the door himself.

He sat across from Gina, but was leaned forward, his forearms resting on his muscular thighs.
 
Gina glanced down at that rod she hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling inside of her in days, and then back into his eyes.
 
They were troubled.

“I take it your intentions are still the same?”

She exhaled.
  
“That’s right.
 
I’ll meet with the governor, speak at the dinner, and then head to Japan.”

“What can I say to change your mind?”

“You can’t say anything.
 
This is different.
 
This isn’t like all of those other times.
 
I feel I’m doing the right thing, Dutch.”

“I know you do,” Dutch said and then frowned.
 
“And you probably are.
 
He is, after all, your brother.”
 
Then he looked at her.
 
“But I’m your husband.
 
And I’m very upset that you would do it anyway, despite my objections.”

Gina closed her eyes.
 
Here we go, she thought.
 
“I’m not purposely defying you,” she said as she opened her eyes.

“Yes, you are,” Dutch replied.
  
“It’s absolutely purposely.
 
And it’s a hurtful thing, Regina.”

Gina stared at him.
 
The last person on the face of this earth she would want to hurt was him.
 
If there was only another way.
 
But there wasn’t.
 

Tears began to well up in her eyes.
 
And almost immediately Dutch’s hard, troubled look softened.

He opened his arms to her.
 
She hurried to him, sitting on his lap, allowing him to wrap his warm arms around her.
 
And she sobbed in those arms.
 
Dutch pressed the button that allowed the additional tint to cover all windows.
 
It was specifically designed for the presidential fleet of limousines, including the iconic
Beast
, where it was impossible for those on the outside of the car to see inside at all.
 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Dutch,” Gina sobbed in his arms.

“I know you don’t, baby. I know you don’t.”

“But I am hurting you,” she said more as a fact, although she looked at him with a questioning look on her face.

Dutch wiped her tears away.
 
“I’m a big boy,” he said with a smile.
 
“Don’t you worry about me.”

Gina smiled through her tears.
 
“Thank-you,” she said.
 
“But that doesn’t mean you’re okay with the meeting, does it?”

“I’m not okay with it, that’s right.
 
I can’t be okay with it.”

She stared at him, traced, as Little Walt did, the small scratch on the side of his face.
 
Then she kissed him on the lips. “Take care of yourself in that foreign land.”

“And the same goes for you,” he replied.
 

She kissed him again on his lips.
 
A sweet, easy kiss.
 
But as soon as Dutch took over the kissing duties, she knew it wasn’t going to be easy anymore.
 
For their affection went from easy to passionate as soon as he took over.

 
When they finally stopped, and he leaned his forehead against hers, he smiled.
 
“However,” he said, “that won’t do.”

Gina smiled too.
 
“What won’t do?”

“That kiss.”

“Why won’t it do? It wasn’t good enough?”

“It was plenty good.
 
Your kisses always are.
 
But it won’t do.”

Gina stared at him.
 
At first she thought she understood somewhat.
 
And then she completely understood.
 
“And what,” she asked, staring at the sensual turn of his Elvis lips, “will do?”

“Another kiss,” he said, kissing her on the neck.
 
“In my favorite spot.”

Gina blushed to the roots of her hair.
 
“You want to do that here?” she asked.
 
“Now?”

“Yes.”

“But why?”

Dutch looked at her.
 
“To remind me of what I’ve missed these last few days.”

Gina smiled.
 
And she really thought that same thought when he laid her down on the seat, slipped down her panties, and began kissing her between her legs.
 
He had intended it to be a quick, one-off.
 
Just a little taste.
 
But when his tongue touched her silky womanhood, and he smelled that wonderful scent he missed, he couldn’t stop.
 
He, in fact, didn’t stop kissing her, licking and sucking her, until she was arching her body into what was turning desperately close into a climax.
 
He so wanted to slip out his rod and ram it into her, right in the throes of her climax, but that would have been shocking to even him.

But he couldn’t help himself.
 
He did it anyway.

He pulled out his fully engorged penis and entered his wife right there, in that limo, and made passionate love to her again.
 
If the car wasn’t so massive, it would have been rocking.
 
Because Dutch and Gina rocked it out that morning on the White House driveway.
 

He came quickly, as the supremely odd circumstance of their coupling dictated, but that final push-in, where his penis went down so far that his balls rammed against her, caused them both to shutter.
 
They went up, as high as intensity would allow, and crashed back down.
 
And they just remained where the lay, as if they were in their very own bed, far longer than either had intended.

And eventually, when she stepped out of the limo, nobody would be the wiser.
 
Except for maybe LaLa, who knew Gina too well.
 
But LaLa was, at the moment she stepped out, completely enthralled with her own man’s virility.

Crader, who was leaving for Japan with the president, gave LaLa a final goodbye kiss.
 
Ever since the night they made out in the White House Residence, they’d been going at it like sex-starved rabbits.
 
The idea of pushing their wedding day up was beginning to become a viable idea for them both, as Crader wanted to make her his wife desperately now.
 
He could not possibly be any more sure of his desire to spend the rest of his life with LaLa than he was whenever he looked into her hopeful, almond-shaped eyes.

Then he tore away from her, got into the limo with the president, and waved as the motorcade took off.

Dutch leaned back when they exited the White House gate.
 
His mind moving from Gina’s smoking body to Gina herself.
 
They had a stop to make on Capitol Hill, a meeting with congressional Democrats, before making their way to Andrews Air Force Base to board Air Force One.
 
But the idea of Gina getting herself entangled with some scheme they probably hadn’t even seen the likes of, still unnerved him.
 

“You okay?” Crader asked the president when he realized he was staring at him.

“Get Robert Rand on the phone,” Dutch ordered.
 

“Rand?”

“That’s right.
 
And after that I want to speak with the Governor of Texas.”

Crader hesitated.
 
“Sure about that?”

“I’m sure about that.”

Crader raised his eyebrows.
 
He knew Gina was not going to be pleased. But if she was his wife he’d probably do the same thing.
 

“You’re the boss,” Crader said as he picked up the fancy car phone.

“He’ll be here any minute now,” Robert Rand said to Gina as she sat down in his hotel suite in Montreal.
 
“Let me get you something to drink.
 
You look marvelous, you know?”

Gina looked down, at her blue pants, chiffon blouse, and blue and white scarf.
 
She didn’t feel marvelous, but she felt better.
 
Although Dutch was still dead set against this meeting, he was back in her corner.
 
And that was all that mattered to her.