Dumb Luck Page 8

  “I’m feeling mighty fine, Mr. Jerome,” she gasps as I give her nipple a little squeeze.

  I see movement in the periphery from the door as my attention snaps towards it. There is Trina in her ‘commando drag’ outfit leaning against the doorframe. “Didn’t you two get enough last night?”

  “Never,” we respond in unison. Trina smirks and heads back out. I turn back to Myra. She turns back over her right shoulder, and we share a warm kiss.

  “Myra Darling, this is how you’re supposed to start a day.”

  “As many as possible, Beloved,” she says. Meaningful looks are shared, then I gently smack her ass with my hand.

  “I need to get moving, love. I need to arrange new transportation for this trip. Let me get breakfast set out, and then I’ll need to get on the phone.”

  Myra says, “Okay,” as she nudges me and saunters to the bedroom. I brush my teeth quickly and put on the red plaid flannel shirt and jeans I laid out last night. Then I race off to the kitchen. As I enter the kitchen, Myra and Trina are already rooting through the fridge pulling out bread, cheese, and meats. “Soft boiled eggs this morning?” I ask. Myra is wearing a light grey wraparound dress like Trina's black one from last night and identical ankle boots. Myra’s version of the dress drops to just about four inches above her knees. I see her blazer on the back of one of the dining chairs.

  Trina looks like she thinks eggs are a good idea, but Myra shakes her head saying, “sounds good, but maybe next time.”

  I look at her for a moment and ask, “When did you put on your makeup?”

  Myra cocks an eyebrow at me and says, “I rarely wear any, Jack.” Then she pouts, “Are you saying I need to?”

  I snag her chin, and kiss her quickly. “No, darling. You just look so perfect that I thought you already had.”

  “Good answer,” Trina offers as she sets the table.

  Myra sets down the cheese in her hands, and wraps me up in a full-body press topped with a wet kiss.

  “You don’t have time for another round,” Trina exclaims from the table.

  We shrug, and then we carry the rest of the cheeses and meats to the table. Myra and Trina sit before I can assist. “Coffee?” I see Trina has a cup of chamomile in front of her seat. Myra points at it and says, “One of those please.”

  “Okay,” I say as I head back to get it going when Trina slides between me and the counter grabbing a cup already steeping on the counter. She wiggles her ass over my package, saying “Watch out old man, I already have one ready for her.” She sticks her tongue out over her shoulder as she launches away, but I am able to smack her ass sharply as she hurries away without spilling a drop. That elicits a surprised yelp.

  Trina sets the cup down at Myra’s seat and then cups her face and delivers a passionate kiss. Still holding Myra’s face, Trina turns over her shoulder and sends me a look daring me to question her. Then she sticks out her tongue and crosses her eyes.

  Myra laughs, and I get my coffee started. “Jack, I think you might have started something by smacking her ass.”

  I respond sharply, “Trina sit down, be a good girl, and eat your breakfast.” Her eyes pop as she gives me the ‘deer in the headlights’ look. And then she follows my instructions. ‘Yep. Definitely a sub! Down boy! All kinds of trouble there, Home Team!’

  Myra laughs as she takes in both of our expressions. “Now this could be fun, my darlings,” she exclaims as she continues laughing while preparing a piece of bread.

  I put a cup under the machine and ensure there are beans and water in it. I select the ‘double lungo’ setting and wait for my creamy goodness. While that’s processing, I get the goat milk out of the fridge. I take both with me to my seat and plant my bum.

  “You ladies are going to think all I ever serve is bread and cold cuts.”

  “Fine by me,” says Trina. “Good stuff. Can I take some of this bread with me? It’s awesome.”

  “Of course. Take one out of the freezer. I get it from a local cafe.”

  Myra finishes chewing her bite and says, “Jack, I may have an option for your unexpected lack of transport.” I put a drop of milk in my cup and close my eyes to savor that first sip of nectar from the gods. Myra digresses, “Trina darling, notice how fickle men are. One night of passion, and then they are through with you. I’ve been replaced in his affections already, and by a simple cup of coffee no less.”

  I look up completely gobsmacked, “huh?”

  The ladies roar in laughter at my expression. Yep definitely the straight man in this ensemble.

  I finally pull myself together enough to respond, “Dearest Myra, no one in this universe can replace you in my heart.”

  Trina quips, “Until he casts you aside for ground beans in water!”

  I hand my cup to Myra and say, “try this,” as I give Trina my patented look guaranteed to make terrorists quail in fear. She cringes. ‘Hey! Stop playing with the poor helpless sub!’

  “We only like Starbucks coffee,” Myra says doubtfully as she takes a sip. She gives a favorably surprised look. “Oh, that’s good,” she says. She passes it to Trina who looks at me for permission.

  I smile and give her a short nod. She tries it and gives Myra’s surprised expression right back to her. I start riffing, “Trina won’t like it. She hates everything!” They both chuckle.

  “May I have one, sir,” Trina asks. OK now, who’s playing with whom?

  “Sure,” I say as I reach for the cup from Trina, who hands it back to Myra.

  Myra says, “I like this one. It tastes like my two favorite people,” before taking another sip of MY coffee.

  I shrug as I get up to make two more cups. “Leaded or decaf, Trina. I can do either, but half-caf is a bit of a production.”

  “Leaded please, sir.” I look, and she has a shit-eating grin on her face. I roll my eyes in response and get to work.

  “What beans do you use,” from Myra.

  “You’re currently drinking Starbucks decaf.” I‘m immediately interrupted by a chorus of “No way” objections.

  “Yep. The lovely commando in black will be getting Dalmayr Prodomo today. I’m always trying different ones. I’ve done about every Italian and German brand out there, Starbucks, Seattle’s Best, and some local roasters. I keep coming back to Dalmayr and Starbucks most frequently.”

  I put one cup in the machine, set it to leaded, and start it - setting the second one next to the machine. The ladies are leaning in towards each other, whispering. As the first cup finishes, I swap the cups and then run myself a decaf. While it’s running I take the first one to Trina, who is blushing furiously. I wouldn’t have thought it!

  I hear her whisper vehemently, “But I’m a lesbian,” right before I set the coffee down. She looks up at me and gets even redder as I set the coffee down in front her. I pat her sympathetically on the shoulder and head back to the kitchen.

  This sounds like the girls need a moment. I decide to hang out at the coffee machine.

  Apparently Myra doesn’t feel the need to be as quiet. Still whispering, her voice still carries as she as she says, “Oh really, Trina. How do you know? How many women have you been with other than me? None. All you know at this point is that you love me, that I love you, and that we are committed to each other forever.”

  She continues softer, but my hearing is pretty good. “Look, Beloved. The labels don’t mean anything. They are designed to help put people into boxes and to tell them how to behave. You are much too extraordinary to be contained by something so mundane as a label. Definitely don’t limit yourself by putting one on your own lapel!” Then she leans forward, and I only catch “you...suited...him anyway.”

  My coffee finishes. I lean on the counter and sip it without the milk and pull up my email on my phone.

  Myra launches out of her chair to wrap Trina up in her arms. Myra tells her, “I love you! I will always love you regardless of who you love or how many lovers you take. Be happy. Be yourself. That is who I love.”<
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  “Okay,” I hear Trina mutter.

  Myra slowly disengages and returns to her chair. Trina sips her coffee for a moment. I hear her chair push back, and then I see her grab the milk and walk over to me. She sets the milk on the counter next to me and then looks at it a moment. Finally, she looks up into my eyes.

  Her cheeks have only a little pink remaining. “Thank you for the coffee, sir” she says shyly. She drops her eyes as she says, “and thank you for honoring my privacy. I didn’t do a very good job of selecting a venue for a private conversation.”

  I set my coffee and phone down and then wrap her in a hug. “You are most welcome, Trina. Don’t hesitate to ask me to step away if you need it. I don’t care if it is my home.”

  She squeezes me back and looks up at me with a smirk, “You’re awfully kind for a Dom.”

  “They’re not mutually exclusive,” I smirk.

  Trina announces, “I’m going down to prep the car.”

  “Trina-a-a,” I scold. “How much breakfast did you eat? I think that is your first slice of bread, and it’s only missing a couple of bites.”

  “May I take it with me, sir?” She detours to the table.

  “You may,” as I join them at the table. “Ensure you chew it thoroughly and be careful if you’re walking. I don’t want to find you choking in the hallway.”

  “Yes sir.” She finishes her coffee and wraps the sandwich in a napkin.

  “Trina, we haven’t discussed our plan with Jack!”

  “Oh!” She looks embarrassed again. Then she looks at me with a very matter-of-fact expression. “Jack, you’re coming with us to Sedona.” I am sure I look confused as hell.

  Myra laughs, “Beloved Jack, I am thinking you ride with us to Sedona. Once I’m there, I’m going to be fully occupied for several days unless something drastic happens, but Trina has no specific duties. If I don’t find something for her to do, she’ll probably end up on guard duty fighting off advances from visiting dignitaries. So...you come with us, she is your driver for the next two days, and you save her from indignities at the hands of VIPs. She can stay with you in Cottonwood at the end of today and hang with you tomorrow. My two favorite people get to know each other better, and I know they are taking care of each other while I can’t be with you. With any luck, I’ll be able to take a short break to have my posse take me to hear you play tomorrow.”

  “Oh wow! That would be great,” I say. “You okay with this, Trina?” She nods vigorously. “When are we leaving? I can be ready to go pretty quickly”

  “OK, NOW I’m going down to prep the car. Stay here until I text you,” she says as she pulls on her jacket and stuffs her sandwich in her pocket.

  “Yes darling,” from Myra. Trina flashes Myra a 100 kilowatt smile.

  “Yes dear,” I add. She looks back at me with a 100 kilowatt smile for me too, grabs her duffel and my guitar, and walks out the door.

  “Uh, Myra...what was that where Trina turned the color of pickled beets?

  She chuckles, “She is having an identity crisis. I think she is working through it okay.”

  “Is she going to be alright? What is going on,” I ask as I grab a slice of bread and prepare it.

  “Jack, she is going to be fabulous. She’s Trina. That’s who she is - fabulous. As for what’s going on, that is not my story to tell. What I can tell you is that you confuse her. Your kindness towards her makes it worse, but she appreciates it nonetheless. I appreciate it, too.”

  “Okay, that’s both unsettling and comforting at the same time. So, there is nothing for me to fix. I better get some breakfast down and clean up. Do you want anything else?”

  “You next to me is all I need...and this delicious breakfast,” she grins as she reaches out to fix one more slice.

  “How long until she is ready?”

  “I suspect she will be 20-30 minutes. She will do a safety inspection, check fluids, and clean out any accumulated garbage. Then she will likely eat her sandwich and then text me when she is nearly done.

  We each eat a couple of slices of bread with meat and cheese. Then we pick up the kitchen. I bag the garbage to drop in the chute as we head to the elevator. I grab a ½-loaf of bread out of the freezer for Trina and put it in my gear duffle.

  We each hit the loo, and I pull on a beat up pair of ropers and a leather car coat.

  “Uh Myra,” I inquire, “what plans do you have for that one and a half hour drive?”

  “Hmmm...you, me, and me wearing this” as she raises the hem of her dress to show me what she’s wearing under it, which is nothing.

  “That’s what I thought. I am going to grab a couple of towels.”

  Myra howls with laughter as I put words to action. Myra gets the text as I’m digging in the linen closet. I stuff the towels in my clothes duffel. We string that one over Myra’s roll bag. I set the rest in the hallway and then run the garbage down the hall to drop down the chute. Then I come back and lock up. Myra heads to the lift, and I grab my second duffle and amp and follow.

  Chapter 10 - Adventures and Revelations

  Myra and I arrive in the garage with our bags to see Trina putting the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth.

  “I’m glad you managed to not choke,” I tease Trina. She sticks her sandwich-covered tongue out at me as I walk to the back of the SUV. She pops the hatch as I round the back. My guitar case is across the back of the cargo space, with her duffle on the far left pointing out. I set my amp next to her duffle. I put my gear duffle and then the clothes duffle from Myra next to that. Myra’s roll-on goes in on the far right. I look in my gear bag, to confirm my Sig is accessible, and then zip it closed after I pull out the bread. Myra removes her blazer and lays it on her bag with a meaningful look at me. I pull out the towels and zip that bag, too. I give them to Myra with a smirk, and tell her, “keep those handy.” She gives me a quick kiss and heads to the passenger side back door, chewing on her lower lip with a smile.

  “Hey Trina. Didn‘t you forget something,” I ask as I peek around the back on the driver’s side. She’s standing inside the open driver’s door. I can see the gears turning as I see her mentally running through the checklist.

  She starts to shake her head and then stops with big eyes. She groans, “Bread!”

  “Who loves you, Trina?” I ask as I hold the bread in the air. “Who’s your buddy?” There probably is a shit-eating grin on my face.

  She laughs, “You are the best plaything my Lady has ever had!”

  I join her in laughter. “On top of your bag, OK? I don’t want to violate the contents.”

  “Can you hold onto it for now? It’s not like I’m not going to be stuck with you all day.”

  “Sure.” I put it back in my gear bag, making sure it doesn’t block access to my pistol if I decide I need it. I don’t expect trouble, but I have had a couple of ghosts from my army days come back to visit - better to be safe. With the tiny blade clipped to my pocket and the pistol, I should be good for any eventuality that doesn’t fit a Bruce Willis movie. Bag zipped closed. Hatch closed. I get in the back seat behind Trina and buckle in.

  Trina looks back to us in the rearview, “I prefer to start with a full tank, but we’re pretty close to full now. I think I’ll tank up in Campe Verde.” She looks at Myra in the rear view and adds, “It’s cheaper than Sedona, and we can avoid the hassles of its crowds.”

  Myra nods seriously, and I say, “I’ll get Starbucks for us all there, too. My treat.”

  Both ladies smile.

  Trina gets us out of the garage and navigates us out to 56th Street and then onto the westbound Loop 101. Myra unbuckles and slides in close to me once we are on the freeway.

  “Living dangerously, huh,” I quip.

  She grins from ear-to-ear and then puts a huge pout on her face. “Myra’s HUNGRY!”

  Trina snorts and says, “You just had breakfast,” but any doubts I have about her meaning disappear as she unties the bow that keeps her dress closed. She locks
her eyes on mine as she removes it and hangs it from the coat tree on the back of the seat in front of her.

  I unbuckle my seatbelt and pull off my coat, following her example by hanging it on the back of Trina’s seat. She checks on me when she hears the click, but apparently fails to register the naked beauty to my right because she immediately goes back to scanning traffic.

  Myra grabs one leg and removes my boots, and then repeats the procedure with the other. I just watch her and smile. She then reaches for my belt. The rattle of the buckle and slide of the zipper must have alerted Trina because I hear her say, “Goddess! Are you naked? From all the noise you two made last night, I figured you would want a break!”

  I have no idea what she’s doing up front because my attention is 100% on Myra. I do have the grace to say “Sorry for keeping you awake” as I lift enough for Myra to remove my jeans and boxers to free Little Jack with a sharp laugh.

  “She’s not,” chuckles Myra as she un-buttons my shirt, pulls it off my shoulders and hangs it. Trina mutters a response that I miss completely.

  “Now this is what I want for breakfast” she exclaims as she scans me from head to knees. She backs up to the far side of the bench and pulls my right leg up onto the seat. I check to ensure the door is locked and then pivot to give her access.

  Then she reaches down and cups my balls to lift my cock. “Hello Little Jack,” she coos as she gets face-to-face with my little friend. Things start to look up when she gives him a kiss. She looks up to grin at me and then looks down to the job in hand before sucking the helmet into her mouth. She tickles the sensitive underside of Little Jack with her tongue for about a minute as he comes out to play. She locks her eyes on mine as she slowly slides down towards the root. Myra blinks and makes a small sound in her throat as I feel my cock get washed in a deluge of her saliva. She locks her gaze again onto my eyes and slowly slides back, leaving Little Jack wet and cool in the open air. She reverses to set a languid rhythm gliding her mouth up and down my cock while alternately sucking lightly and licking me - never breaking the seal of her mouth. She keeps it going for a while - don’t ask me how long. Eventually, she shifts her weight all the way back and pops Little Jack out of her mouth.