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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
From Chapter 64:
Ennis drove up to collect Ellery at five on Friday afternoon, freshly showered, and that somber quietude that had settled over him after Ellery’s news on Wednesday seemed, at least temporarily, to lift as he gripped Ellery’s hand when he got into the car.
“You look like the cat who ate the canary, sweetheart, what’s up?”
“Just good to see ya. People came up ta buy one a Wes’s horses today an when they put their little girl on that mare she was all smiles an went canterin off like they was made for each other. They slapped that money down in cash an told me they wanted two more for the two younger girls when their birthdays come in, an personally trained by me.”
Ellery smiled. “Well I guess ya got the gift.”
Ennis nodded. “It feels good ta make people happy like that, ya know?”
“Yeah, somethin I don’t get ta do too much of.”
L
MaineWriter:
And more from 64:
They went inside, and Ellery headed for the bedroom to strip off his uniform and change while Ennis heated up the chili, which he had prepared the night before. When he came out to the kitchen, in his usual bare feet, denims and t-shirt, he was seized suddenly in the kitchen doorway, Ennis’s mouth urgent on his, and he responded immediately, returning the kiss as Ennis pressed him up against the doorjamb, surprised to find Ennis already aroused, his hips grinding against him, tongue buried in his mouth. When he finally let him up for air, Ellery stared at him. “What got you goin? Edna burn some biscuits or somethin?”
Ennis laughed. “No. I started thinkin...” his voice was raspy, hoarse, as it usually became when he was sexually excited. “I was thinkin... Jack can forgive me now.”
Ellery blinked at him. “Could you say that again slowly?”
“Findin the man who killed em. The police arrestin him. I helped do that. All this time I was blamin Jack for bein careless an goin out an gettin killed... an it wasn’t his fault.” He still held Ellery by the arms, close, his cock throbbing against his thigh. Behind him on the stove, the chili was starting to bubble with little “plut” sounds.
“No, I don’t think it coulda been his fault, Ennis.”
“Then see, it means he might forgive me, since I helped find his killer. An I can be happy now.”
Ellery wasn’t sure what to say in response to that... it sounded like a small part of a long, convoluted thought process that only Ennis himself understood. “Course you can be happy now. Is this havin a hardon while the chili is boilin part a the bein happy part?”
“Oh shit, the chili,” he turned suddenly, bumping into the doorway, acting giddy.
“Slow down cowboy, there ain’t no fire ta rush to.”
Ennis smiled. “I know what I said don’t make too much sense, but you’ll understand. Now I’m sure Jack will forgive me.”
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 65:
Ellery nodded. He knew that hunger. It stirred his own lust, deep in his belly, the hunger that made Ennis seize him with both hands and force his body against his, not ceasing the frantic coupling until both were groaning as though in pain, sweating freely, entangled in one another, sated with that fierce, unstoppable pleasure. He knew, from the tension evident throughout Ennis’s body, in every abrupt movement as he ate, that he was primed for it, that the urge to plunder was only temporarily held in restraint, but threatened to burst out at any moment, in response to any provocation, and he shivered, watching him.
“Got a chill?” Ennis asked, between bites of biscuit.
“A bit,” Ellery said, a smile widening on his face.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be warm enough soon.”
“I’ll bet.” He stood, bringing his own dishes to the sink and running water into them, making sure the oven and burners were all shut off. He knew when Ennis finished with one appetite, there would be little delay before he leapt up to sate the next, and he turned, but not before those urgent hands had seized him, pulling him against him from behind.
“You look real good, darlin.”
“Uh huh. Same black pants, same black t-shirt...”
Ennis nibbled on the curve of Ellery’s ear, his arms trapping him around the shoulders, and Ellery moaned softly. “Yer beautiful ta me.”
L
MaineWriter:
And from the end of Chapter 65:
He rode Ellery with the rapidity of that night on the sofa, the night of the burned biscuits, with the fury of the pent up lust of weeks in the mountains wanting Jack, with the excitement of a suddenly broken virginity in the supreme virgin wilderness... and he felt as he had felt then, that first time – abandoned to a pleasure he could not at that moment deny, nor would he ever forget it, not one nuance, not one moment... it had all returned to him as though it had been lost somewhere, a hidden cache of pleasure that unleashed itself as pure masculine sex. He pumped his hips relentlessly, feeling the unstoppable mounting of orgasmic pleasure, and did not hold back, did not question it any more... it was all right now to let himself go, to love this man as fully and as completely as he had loved Jack... it would be all right now.
He came with a jubilant cry, mixed with a sob of relief and of lingering sadness, the echo of his loss, of Jack’s loss. He would no longer try to forget any of that sadness... he no longer had to deny it, because he no longer felt dragged down into the regret of anger, the bitterness of blame. He collapsed onto Ellery’s warm, long body, reaching around it and holding onto him, his cock still buried deep, soft and wet now, unwilling to let him go or to lose an iota of contact.
“You warm enough now darlin?” he whispered , nuzzling Ellery’s ear, smiling at the answering sigh.
“Plenty warm,” Ellery replied.
Ennis kissed the sweaty nape of his neck, tasting the salt. “You want some dessert?”
“I thought that was the dessert, sweetheart."
L
mariez:
Good Morning!
Great quote choices - as always. Thank you, Leslie.
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 07, 2007, 10:26:43 am ---From Chapter 62....interesting to read this in tandem with "A Small Circle of Friends"
“Ennis,” Edna said, her voice soft, and he turned, hand on the doorknob.
“Whassat ma’am?”
She smiled. “You know you can call me Edna.”
“Sure.”
“Are you ashamed ta be livin with a man that you don’t want ta tell anyone?”
His face turned bright red. “Not… not ashamed exactly. Just – it ain’t any a his business.”
“Wes an I know that you and Ellery are living together as partners, Ennis. Does it upset you that we know?”
“I dunno.” He struggled to look up to meet her eyes.
“I want you to know it doesn’t trouble us a bit. Wes and I love Ellery very much, an we are both pleased ta death that he has found a good man and isn’t a lonely ghost like he was for such a long time. Do you want to know what Ellery was like before you showed up?”
Ennis’s blush faded slightly, and he moved away from the door, lured toward her gentle comments, her obvious caring for Ellery – and for him. “Yeah I guess I do.”
“Sit down here Ennis.” She patted the surface of the table and sat, setting a large casserole dish next to her with a little click. “Ellery is a very serious detective, Ennis. Wes used to have some really bad fights with him about workin too late at the office an doin too many cases and not having a life of his own. This was after things went all awry with Bill.”
“You knew about Bill too?”
She nodded quietly, her face a firm line. “Neither Wes nor I was happy about Bill from the get go. Call it a feelin, but we had him come by for dinner an all that and took one look at him and knew that he was not good for Ellery.”
“You talk like you an Wes are his momma and daddy, Edna…” Ennis said softly.
“That’s how we look at it, Ennis. An since you are the man in his life it makes you family too, above an beyond yer workin here at the ranch. Yer a good man with a good heart, an Ellery is doin a whole lot better, despite all of this foolishness with Bill. Let me ask you, did Ellery ever mention his mother to you?”
He shook his head. That had crossed his mind more than once, but though Ellery had mentioned his father, he never once said anything about his mother. “Can’t say as he ever has.”
“Not surprised. Ellery was only a little kid then, livin on the Cantrell ranch back before his daddy sold it. His momma got sick when he was a little boy, one a those years when the flu was really bad."
“Maybe 51, I remember that one.”
“That mighta been it. So many people sick they didn’t have hospital beds for all of em. She was pregnant, and she got sick, then his daddy got sick, but she got complications, lost the baby and then died a week later. He has always been sort of a loner, and when his daddy died before he even got ta college, it just made it that much worse.”
“Jesus, didn’t know all a that. He never says nothin about it. I lost both my parents when I was 12, they was in a car accident.”
“That is what you two have in common,” she said, nodding sadly. “Yer both lackin a good bit a motherin I think. We want you an Ellery ta feel comfortable in our home Ennis. We ain’t like those stuck up people you see don’t believe men can love each other like a man an a woman can… I think that’s just silly. We’re all human beings.”
“I think so too Edna, an I appreciate it.”
“Don’t be ashamed about lovin em, Ennis. It’s just as beautiful as any other love relationship.”
“Yes ma’am.” His face was flushed with unexpressed emotions.
L
--- End quote ---
Yes - Ennis has come a very long way - but as we all are - he is a work-in-progress!
And these particular lines . . .
We ain’t like those stuck up people you see don’t believe men can love each other like a man an a woman can… I think that’s just silly. We’re all human beings.”
“I think so too Edna, an I appreciate it.”
“Don’t be ashamed about lovin em, Ennis. It’s just as beautiful as any other love relationship.”
... are some of my absolute favorites!
I would love to hear Ellery speak more about his parents - his mother in particular. Recent developments with Jeremy and Nick have also had me thinking - we know Ellery's mom died when he was young, and his dad died before he started college. So he never had to come out to his parents - but I do wonder if his grandfather knew - and how the subject came up with his surrogate parents, Wes and Edna.
Thanks - Marie
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