Authors: Mallory Monroe
ROMANCING MO RYAN (36 page)
“I have good news,” she said.
“Good,” he said, still kissing her.
“I can use some good news.”
But his kisses were becoming too passionate for her to tell the news or for him to hear it.
He found himself moaning as he moved down her body, unable to stop kissing every inch of it.
“Open your legs,” he said to her, his voice almost breathless, and she gladly opened them. When his tongue began its expert licks, she began her almost involuntary wiggles.
He always knew how to touch her in just the right place and make her feel as if her body was rippling.
But she knew more was to come.
There had yet to be a night when they were naked in bed together and his cock didn’t end up deep inside of her vagina. And this night was no exception.
His tongue licked its way up her body, to her breasts where he nibbled and bit until his rod was so hard it felt as if a shaft of steel was laying against Nikki’s soft body.
“Do it now, baby,” he told her and she knew exactly what he meant.
She reached her hand beneath his body and wrapped it around his massive rod.
Then she positioned it just to the opening of her vagina and it slid inside of her without much nudging, as if it knew this passage very well.
He slid in and out of her, in a slow, melodic rhythm.
It was so slow and so rhythmic that they both had their eyes closed in a calming, wonderful, sensual delight.
Mo felt that friction he loved as he fucked her.
He felt the tightness and the moistness.
But he kept his movements steady, in and almost out, in and almost out, because he didn’t want this to end.
He loved this woman, and he wanted to experience his love in her sex.
He wanted her to know that every time his rod penetrated her; every time his rod swiped her walls until her folds fluttered, it was his sex reminding her of his love.
Nikki felt that reminder.
She felt it in the rhythm of his movements.
She felt it as she wrapped her arms around his big body and gyrated in unison with him.
And he was gyrating her long and hard.
His big hands were underneath her body, squeezing her tight ass, as he pumped her and pumped her and then thrashed into her.
“Nikki, Nikki, Nik-ki!” was all he could say as he fucked her.
He’d never felt this way before.
And he knew the difference was the love.
He loved Nikki Tarver.
And he couldn’t stop calling her name.
Nikki loved Mo, and she held onto him as he thrashed into her.
She loved the ride.
She loved the man giving her the ride.
And they rode as long and as hard as they could ride.
Until the dam broke and poured into her.
And her head tilted back, and the veins in his big, muscular biceps flexed, as his dick rammed into her as far as his balls would allow, one final time, and they grunted in ecstatic agony as the ride intensified to a peak they could not bear, and then sputtered.
Afterwards, Mo got out of bed and returned with a wet cloth.
Nikki was almost asleep by the time he opened her legs and wiped her clean.
But he knew she had news to tell him so he placed back on his robe, wrapped her up into one of his blankets, and carried her outside, to the terrace outside of his bedroom door.
He sat in the lounger, and held her in his lap, her body leaned down against his, and listened as she told him about her remarkable discovery.
“I’ve never believed in a conspiracy in my life, Mo,” Nikki said as she lay against him, “until now.”
She looked into his eyes.
“Your nomination was derailed, but not before they railroaded you.”
Mo shook his head.
“And what about Marlene Wingate?”
“She was paid to come forward.
When Tonya Wright was a public defender she once defended Marlene over some worthless checks she had written to Wal-Mart.
That was only about eight months ago. She knew Marlene had once worked for you because you were scheduled to be the judge on the case.
You weren’t, it was tried in a different courtroom, but she had mentioned to Tonya Wright that she once worked for you.
Tonya knew Marlene was always hard-up for money, so she was the logical choice to be what they called the A.T.
The Against Type.
You know, everybody accusing you are lawyers, so they find a very non-lawyer person to accuse you too.
That’s the A.T.
And they’d also have people ready to declare they knew Marlene Wingate way back when and yes, she told them about the abuse.
They would never have to say any of this in court, all of the allegations were well beyond the statute of limitations, but they’d gladly say it to a half-ass reporter who was too busy watching the magician rather than the rabbits in her hat.”
“Geez,” Mo said.
“Oh, they were clever, Mo.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
They cover their tracks.
They know what they’re doing.”
Mo pulled Nikki closer against him.
And leaned his head against hers.
Nikki wondered if he would say something, but he didn’t say another word.
He just held her.
Larry Dinkle and Phil Lopez listened to everything she had to say.
They didn’t interrupt, they didn’t even allow their true feelings to surface.
When she was done, they looked at each other.
And Phil actually laughed.
“I was very familiar with the vast right wing conspiracy,” he said between laughter.
“But a left wing one?
You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“Has Jameela French admitted that she belongs to this SOS organization?”
Dinkle, who was at least taking it more seriously, asked Nikki.
“I phoned her office this morning.
I told her that we were going to publish the story, but she denies any involvement in the group.
But she was definitely involved.
I’ve also investigated her so-called conservative ties in the community.
Although she was a member of conservative organizations on paper, it was all lies.
She’s not on the rolls of any of those groups.”
“And because of that you now believe everything she said was untrue?”
“I know it was, Larry.
She heads the Florida chapter of SOS.
She was one of the founding members in fact.
Mo Ryan was on their target list.”
“Oh, come on, Nikki,” Dinkle said.
“What about Jameela French’s hospital records?”
“She showed us those records herself, remember?
They came straight from her.
Same with Tonya Wright.
It was all a scam, I tell you, Phil, it was all a scam.
She was never been in any hospital over any job related stress.
The records were fabrications too.
I checked out all of that.
That’s why I’ve been sitting on this story for a few days.
I wasn’t coming to you guys until I had all of my facts straight.”
“Now wait a minute here,” Phil said, leaning forward.
“This is some farfetched plot you’re expecting us to believe.
Nobody’s that clever.”
“Oh yes they are,” Nikki said.
That’s why conspiracies work.
Most people refuse to believe they even exist.
SOS depends on that disbelief.
They cover their tracks in every way. They’re the ones who derailed Judge Midland’s nomination to the federal bench last year, and Joe Issel’s the year before.
They cover their tracks so well that you don’t even know they were ever onboard.”
Dinkle was taking in all of her information.
He leaned back and took it all in.
Phil, on the other hand, was his usual skeptical self.
But Dinkle was the one who counted.
“Ryan submitted his resignation this morning.
You know that?”
Nikki exhaled.
“Yes,” she said.
“That story of mine seemed to have ruined his career.”
“Who the hell cares about his career?” Phil yelled.
“He’s the enemy, Nikki, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
Dinkle agreed.
“In the end,” he said, “Phil’s right.
Printing this information will only help Ryan and his conservative headhunters, and it could very well undermine an organization that just might have figured it out.”
She frowned.
“Figured what out?”
“How to beat the right wingers at their own game,” Dinkle said.
“This is wonderful if it’s true, Nikki.
SOS is not a bad thing.
They’re the good guys.
Exposing them will be crazy.”
“But they lied, Larry!
They lied on Mo Ryan.”
“Ah come on!
Ryan’s yesterday’s news.
Who cares about him?”
“Everybody should care, when it’s a question of somebody’s rights.
An injustice has been perpetrated here and we participated in it.”
Dinkle couldn’t disagree more.
“We didn’t participate in any injustice, Nikki.
Mo Ryan was a bad choice, I’m sorry, but he was.
Governor Gibson was totally out of line for even considering a guy like him in the first place.
It’s too bad if Ryan’s reputation got a little messy in the process...”
“A
little
messy?”
“Yes.
A little messy.
But it’s a positive thing.”
“I see,” Nikki said, amazed.
“The Machiavellian approach all over again.”
“That’s right.
The ends does justify the means sometimes, Nikki.”
“Especially when we’re not the ones the means are being justified on.”
“What’s with you, Tarver?” Phil asked.
“Do you realize what you’re asking us to do?
Ryan was the problem.
Not SOS.
The problem has been eliminated.
How could that be a bad thing?”
“Because he’s a human being, Phil!
He has feelings too.
What about Judge Ryan?”
Dinkle shook his head again.
“It’s not about Judge Ryan.
He’s just a casualty of war.
It’s unfortunate, but it happens.”
“And with the kind of politics Ryan advocates,” Phil said, “how could you care about him or his
got
damn feelings?”
I’ve never felt more disappointed than I did at that very moment.
Phil Lopez was once her hero.
The man she looked up to as the champion of civil rights.
Now he was more than willing to trample on Mo’s rights because he disagreed with his politics.
Nothing else mattered.
Lance, however, surprised her.
He leaned against the counter in his art gallery and nodded his head.
“I agree with Phil.
I am sorry.
But the man’s right.”
