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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Chapter 70:
A car drove up and Ennis went out to the door. It was Wes, in his Oldsmobile 88. He got out of the car and went up to the open door, barking in through it. “Where is the man on this door? Where is the other cruiser?” Reynolds opened his mouth, then closed it. “Don’t expect Ellery ta run this crime scene Reynolds, he’s the fuckin victim!” He picked up the phone and immediately began issuing orders, Ellery rising out of his chair and going out to the shattered living room and giving him a sheepish grin.
“My hero,” he said softly. Ennis turned to look at him, and he could see the pale, drawn complexion, and it was then it dawned on him that he was seeing Ellery shaken for the first time.
“Good to see you without any unnecessary holes in you, Ellery,” Wes commented, breaking off mid-sentence. “Yes, I said I want someone on this house overnight an yes I’m authorizin overtime so tell Murdoch to get his lazy ass off the dispatch desk and put on his weapon and get over here. Thank you.” He hung up the phone and fixed an eye on Reynolds, who was still holding the needle nose pliers. “Did you call in an APB on the description a the vehicle fleein the scene?”
“I thought dispatch was gonna…”
“Jesus Christ,” Wes said, and picked up the phone again.
Ellery put a hand on Ennis’s elbow. “We can’t stay here. They’re gonna pick this place over an then we got ta find a place ta stay.”
Ennis blinked, glanced around him self consciously. “Shit,” he murmured.
“We could go to the Stallion, it’s loud up there but…”
Wes stopped talking into the phone and said. “You boys are comin up to the ranch with me. This is a serious situation an bound ta get more serious if we don’t make sure nobody can get at ya Ellery. An where is yer body armor?”
Ellery sighed. “Come on Wes.”
“Don’t come on Wes me. Nobody shoots at my chief deputy with a high powered rifle an gets a second chance without him putting on his body armor now git.”
L
belbbmfan:
from chapter 70,
Wes glared at him. “You got any idea who might do this?”
“I been arrestin an testifyin in felony cases against assholes an degenerates fer almost half a my life, Sheriff, where do I begin?”
“Out a state plates I suppose. Uniforms didn’t make out more’n that?”
Wes shook his head. “But we do have a roadblock on the 287 interchange stoppin all trucks that ain’t white or yellow an searchin for somebody with a rifle. Traffic is real light.”
“Like he’s gonna get on the interstate an roar off.”
“Amateurs have been known ta do it,” Wes replied. “It’s all we got. Now you boys get in my car, Edna’s makin some cocoa an I want ya nice an calmed down an safe so we can get on this an find out what the hell happened."
cocoa?? :laugh: Good to see that Wes doesn't easily lose his sense of humour.
louisev:
yeah, cocoa! Reading back over the sections in this chapter, Wes really does know how to take charge, doesn't he? I should do some more of that... perhaps in my current story, Wes can take over the reception plans and bark orders at everybody. Except his lovely spouse, of course!
mariez:
Good Morning All!
--- Quote from: louisev on January 08, 2007, 12:21:08 pm ---yeah, cocoa! Reading back over the sections in this chapter, Wes really does know how to take charge, doesn't he? I should do some more of that... perhaps in my current story, Wes can take over the reception plans and bark orders at everybody. Except his lovely spouse, of course!
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Yes! Great idea - Wes taking charge is always a good thing! :laugh:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 08, 2007, 08:48:31 am ---Chapter 67 is real hot, I'll let someone else quote that. LOL.
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Okay!!!! ;D
To be read while listening to Bad Company's "Feel Like Makin' Love" -
Ellery unzipped the cutoffs, which slid down his thighs easily, and said “Now what?”
“Well now, I guess...” Ennis stepped closer, his roaming right hand sliding around his waist, stroking lightly with his finger tips the line of down beneath his hollow belly, moving steadily downward, slowly, his other hand moving the long black hair aside as his lips brushed the nape of his neck, “we’re gonna make love.”
......
Ennis brought his right hand over and brushed Ellery’s hair away from his face, stroking his head softly as his fingers explored between his thighs, massaging his balls with two fingers, then wandering away, sliding up between the firm cheeks and feeling the sharp heat and sudden pulse of his sphincter, then gripping one lean cheek with his full hand, squeezing, massaging it as he pressed his tongue deeper into Ellery’s pliant mouth, feeling the soft purr of a deep throat moan responding to him, the small movement of his hips as he rose up to meet the random movements of Ennis’s exploring hand, cock throbbing against the sheet, balls tightening in response to the gentle exploration, and as if in answer, Ennis released his ass and slid south once more, gripping his balls, kneading them with soft, insistent strength as Ellery’s hips rolled and bucked slowly, enjoying the manipulation and the gradual arousal he was getting from it. Ennis stroked the hair away from his face, twirling a forefinger lightly around the outer edge of his ear as he tongued his mouth, moaning softly against the deeper, more silent moan of his lover’s throat, enjoying him almost casually, without aim, a slow heat building gradually between them, and he broke the kiss, smiling faintly as he watched his hand stroking Ellery’s balls, the bucking hips and pumping muscles of his ass as he moved rhythmically into his hand.
“I like ta watch ya gettin off...” he murmured, nibbling at Ellery’s lip, and Ellery replied with a low, gutteral moan as his ass rose once again, his balls slipping smoothly through his stroking fingers. “You like this?”
“Yeah,” Ellery whispered, feeling more aroused by the eyes watching him as he thrust into Ennis’s firmly stroking hand, his balls tensing with excitement, making his cock bob with every thrust up and back.
.......
He rode him more gently, this time, the contrast itself like an utterly new experience. He knew Ellery was aching for the next orgasm, and he for his first, but it had to last, just a little longer, just a little longer, his hands tightened over his narrow hips, he looked down, watching the shaft of his cock slid in, again and again, each time perhaps a little faster, his pulse quickening, and they strove together, the tension and pleasure building up until there was no turning back, Ellery bucked up to meet his thrust and he drove into him, once, twice, and the third time his vision dimmed and he pressed against the bite with his thumb, driving once more deep into the suddenly narrow, hot pressure, and exploded, freezing in place as he came, shuddering, with a hoarse-voiced sob, answered by the hard groan of his lover’s responding orgasm.
Yes, indeedy, that was real hot!!!! ;D
Marie
mariez:
Wow - so much happens in these chapters!!
I can't let Dupree's first time in the bar pass without comment:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 08, 2007, 08:48:31 am ---
From Chapter 68:
As he made his way to the only unoccupied window table for two, he stopped dead when he saw a familiar muscular figure wearing faded army fatigues and a worn camouflage-pattern hat pulled down low over his brow.
“Uh... Dupree?” he struggled momentarily for the name, and the man’s head shot up, a look of anxiety – or was it fear? – passed quickly and he smiled as he recognized Ennis, rising to his feet to take his hand.
“Hey there, Ennis, good to see a familiar face.”
“Uh... I thought you wasn’t... I mean... what are you doin in here?”
Dupree blushed slightly. “Well you know... the investigation an all. Ellery said we might be doin a stake out down south an I never been in one a these kinda... bars, so I figured I’d get some field experience.”
Ennis found this dedication vaguely disturbing, and he also wasn’t sure whether Dupree was being completely honest with him... wondering if his real reason was to run into Ellery off the job. As if to answer his doubtful look, Dupree pressed on. “Ellery said you work here part time ta help him out. Does he come in on weekends too?”
Ennis shook his head. “Not often. He was here last week ta help out the bartender cause he was shorthanded, but other than that, no. He said he had some work ta do tonight on a trial for next week.” Ennis wondered why he was giving such a long explanation to Dupree, but his speculation was cut off in the next moment.
“Well sit down if ya like, maybe I won’t have ta turn nobody down if I got the bouncer sittin with me,” Dupree smiled, slightly embarrassed.
“You look about as much out a water here as I feel,” Ennis admitted.
Dupree blinked. “I thought maybe you met Ellery here or somethin.”
“Well in a way I did... I only came in one time ta find out how queers lived.” He quirked a slight smile. It felt somehow reassuring to him to talk to a straight man about his discomfort.
“Hey, you want a beer?” Dupree asked.
“I get em fer nothin, I’ll go. You want another?” Dupree nodded, holding out his empty, and Ennis went to the bar.
L
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Ahh . . . the moment when Ennis and Dupree first bond!!! Love it. It sure is interesting reading these passages after reading "Duprees' Choice" and "Home for the Holidays" isn't it? And those army fatigues on his muscular body and the camouflage pattern hat (pulled down over his brow) - a great little bit of wardrobe minutia that I love!!! :laugh:
Thanks - Marie
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