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  For The Love of His Life

  By

  Fiona McGier

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  Eternal Press

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  For The Love of His Life

  by Fiona McGier

  Digital ISBN: 978-1-61572-921-0

  Print ISBN: 978-1-61572-922-7

  Cover art by: Dawné Dominique

  Edited by: Juanita Kees

  Copyright 2013 Fiona McGier

  Printed in the United States of America

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  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any form, including digital and electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except for brief quotes for use in reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication page

  To Paul: thanks for teaching me to find myself while camping in the pine forests of the north woods. The love we share grows in depth every year.

  To my readers: I’m in love with the BWCA, Boundary Waters Canoe Area of upper Minnesota. We spent years camping on the western edge, in Ely, and even visited a black bear sanctuary up in Orr. Now that we’ve discovered that on the eastern edge, Grand Marais offers the northern shoreline of Lake Superior as well as smaller lakes, and a huge national forest that we’ve only begun to explore, I’m trying to convince my husband that we need to move up there...ASAP!

  This book is my attempt to show how life can be enriched when you slow down enough to listen to your own inner voice. I find this peace when we are up north where the stars shine brighter and you can reach up your hand to touch the face of God to say Thank-you.

  Chapter One

  He was disturbed to realize he was naked and hanging on a cross. When he turned his head, he saw that both his arms were outstretched, tied with ropes to the arms of the cross. His shoulders were numb from the drag of his body weight and his legs were tied together. He had no idea how he’d gotten there, or why he was being so abused.

  He heard a noise and looked down to see his mother, Guadalupe Rodriguez, impeccably-dressed as usual and smoking one of her long, thin brown cigarettes. She regarded him gravely for a moment before speaking.

  “ ¡Díos mio! ¡Mijo! Look what you have come to! It’s not like I didn’t warn you! Living your wild life, doing your drinking and your drugging and your whoring! I was no saint, but you? You pursue el diablo like you’re anxious to meet him today! Not mañana! “

  He glared at her.

  “And what choice did you give me? The bastard son of a Vegas showgirl…what other lifestyle did you ever offer me? I learned from watching you how to kill the pain of living, how to survive on just my good looks and my wits.”

  She shook her head morosely while blowing smoke rings at him. They circled his head and threatened to strangle him like a noose.

  “No matter. Look, there is the priest. Father, what now?”

  The old man in the black gown and white collar shuffled over and shook his head sadly.

  “Judgment day is here. Repent, my son, before it is too late!”

  He began to laugh at those words.

  “Too late? I was born too late! I have lived too late! I’m no coward! I will die as I have lived, defiant in the face of man and, yes, even God!”

  “Repent! Repent! Repent!”

  * * * *

  With a sudden intake of breath his eyes snapped open. He was lying on his back, not hanging from a cross. But he was naked and his arms were really numb. Why?

  He looked down and realized there were two women in the bed on either side of him, each with her head on one of his shoulders. In slumber, their heads were dead weights.. He tried to remember what happened before he fell asleep.

  It had been the usual kind of night for him. He’d gone out clubbing and been the toast of the town at any place he’d walked into. He never had to wait in line…he was a famous movie star, so everyone wanted to have him seen and photographed in their establishment. Women threw themselves at him and he wanted to taste them all. He rarely took only one home…he usually chose two or more.

  He’d been drinking heavily before he even went out, celebrating being chosen as the star in the new movie directed by the most sought-after man in Hollywood. This director rarely ventured into the town unless he was scouting out the stars for his next project. Raul had been told a month ago he was going to have the lead and since then, whenever he wasn’t actually shooting preliminary scenes, or trying on costumes or memorizing lines, he was partying non-stop.

  He tried to remember some details. He had flashes of images…Danny buying him drinks…Joey doing lines of coke with him…smoking weed and doing more lines of coke with the two women in bed with him. It wasn’t hard for the women to convince him to go home with them. They were celebrity whores, anxious for the chance to be able to brag about being fucked by Raul Roderick. He remembered they had tongue-kissed each other for his enjoyment, then both had turned their attention to his various parts…

  But right now, he needed them to move their heads off of his arms, so he could get some circulation back in them. He tried to remember their names, but had no idea who they were. He tried to lift his arms to dislodge them, but they really were numb and the women appeared to be fast asleep…or still in a drunken-drugged stupor.

  What the hell time was it anyway? “Hey,” he said loudly, in an attempt to wake them both.

  They moaned without opening their eyes—which was not promising—but began to stretch. Doing that meant they moved off of his poor, dead arms.

  Hallelujah! “Girls, I hate to wake you from your beauty sleep, but I have to get to an important meeting this morning, so I really need to find my watch…or a clock…or my cell phone. I need to know what time it is.”

  The blonde woman pushed herself up to sitting position. Smiling at him, she fondled the pointy nipples on top of mountainous implants that stretched her skin so much it, looked like they might explode.

  “I’ll tell you what time it is, honey,” she began. “It’s time for another round of fucking! You are an animal!”

  The black woman began to writhe next to him and he looked over to see her fingering her pussy and pouting. “Please, sir, can I have some more?”

  He smiled at them both, feeling himself responding to their invitations, but still determined to not be late for his meeting.

  “I really can’t, girls. Besides, I’ll bet we used up all of my condoms last night. Big Rod never comes out to play unless he’s wearing a raincoat. I may be a bastard, but I don’t want to father any of them myself. And don’t bother to tell me you’re on the pill…I make it a habit never to believe women who have their hands on my dick…”

  The blonde was busily stroking him into full arousal and the black woman got up to search in his pants pockets.

  “Shit! No more condoms here!” She crawled back onto the bed and licked from his hand up his still somewhat numb arm, to claim his lips in a soul-searching, tongue-dueling kiss. “But we don’t need them if we don’t actually fuck, right?”

  His arousal was complete. His rod was rampant and eager for more action, and the blonde was already licking the drops of pre-come off it without waiting for his answer. He smile
d at the black woman and pulled her closer to him, using his slightly tingling hands to press her tits together so he could lick both nipples at once. Her implants were more modest, but he found her dark brown nipples totally addictive once they were in his mouth. For a while there were no sounds except the moans and groans of sexual activities.

  The blonde woman sucked particularly hard and took him all the way into her throat. He rewarded her with a loud groan. He opened his barely-focused eyes and smiled at the black woman in front of him.

  “Why don’t you bring that hot, chocolate pussy of yours up here and sit on my face? I tasted your girlfriend last night, but I don’t remember getting any of your juices smeared all over my face.”

  She smiled as he lay back, the blonde moving along with him, never letting him out of her mouth. The black woman put her thighs on either side of his head and he inhaled deeply.

  “Now that’s what I call a good morning bootie call,” he said before he dove into her with his tongue. She moaned for him, then pulled on her friend’s legs to get her onto her hands and knees, so her pussy was accessible. They all got down to serious oral play, licking and sucking, then using their fingers to stimulate any hole they found close to their faces.

  Despite his having come repeatedly the night before, or so he thought he remembered, it didn’t take long before Raul was warning the blonde, “I’m gonna come…sweet Jesus, I’m gonna blow!”

  The spasms shook him to his core, and the women both shrieked and screamed as if they were having simultaneous multiple orgasms with him. He knew at least one of them wasn’t faking, as the black woman’s pussy walls gripped his fingers with each spasm that made her buck on his face. Still he pounded into her with three fingers, making sure she would not walk out of the room unsatisfied. When she moved her thigh over to the other side of his head, so both were on the one side, he picked up his head to watch what she was doing. The blonde woman was bucking like a bronco, riding both the thumb up her ass and the four fingers being jammed repeatedly into her pussy. She reared up, her mouth off of his cock—thank God—before shrieking as if she was being murdered.She gnashed her teeth and whimpered out her pleasure.

  Finally the blonde collapsed on the bed. Her friend curled up next to her, fondling her enormous breasts and licking her neck.

  Raul smiled at the ceiling as he enjoyed the last vestiges of his powerful orgasm. “Now that was some world-class cock-sucking, girl,” he began, at which both women giggled. “And watching you two pleasure each other has been a real turn-on, that’s for sure! But I really need to find out what time it is…I’m gonna get up and pee, then look for my phone. No need for you two to get up,” he added as they began to stroke each other again purposefully.

  It seemed to take forever for him to be able to finish in the bathroom, but eventually he opened the door to find the two women indulging themselves in each other again.

  “Girls, if I had a condom I’d join you two again. But I don’t,” he rummaged around under the pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. “Aha,” he shouted, as he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket.When he straightened up, he was looking at some of the hottest girl-on-girl action he had seen in a long time…and for him, that was saying a lot!

  Reluctantly he forced himself to look away and at the phone in his hand. He touched the screen and the time was visible. “Shit! It’s almost noon! I was supposed to be at a meeting with my director at eleven! Oh my fucking God, he’s gonna be pissed!”

  He began to toss clothing aside, looking for the rest of his stuff. He pulled his pants on, having real difficulty with the zipper due to the loud moans of pleasure coming from the two women on the bed. He pulled on his shoes without bothering to find his socks, and kicked at the piles searching for his shirt. As he looked around, he saw more lines of coke on the flat mirror on the desk near the door.

  “You don’t mind if I help myself to a bit more, do you girls?” He grinned when his only answer was their groans accompanied by the wet sounds of intense pussy slurping. He sat on the chair to snort a line up each nostril, then sat back and sniffed purposefully.

  “Wow! I wonder who gave us this great shit? One more, no more,” he said as he bent over the desk again to hoover another line up each side of his nose. He got up and smiled at the bed, rocking on his heels as the room began to spin slightly.

  “Goodbye, girls. Nice knowing you, in the biblical sense, what-ever-the-hell your names are.”

  Determinedly he staggered out of the room, fishing his keys out of his left pants pocket, using the fob to make his car chirp so he would know where he had left it last night. It was right outside of the door. He’d obviously driven over the curb. The car was resting against the wall next to the door he’d fallen through.

  “Shit! Why is it so fucking bright out here?” He got into his car, pulled his sunglasses out of the visor and jammed them onto his face. “Where the hell am I? Who cares? This town isn’t that big. I’ll just start driving. I’m sure I’ll recognize something soon.”

  Satisfied he had a workable plan, he backed away from the wall, put the car into drive and screeched out onto the road in search of a street sign.

  Chapter Two

  Veronica Sorrenson looked around, exasperated when the phone began to ring. She was hard at work, covered with flour and rolling out the pie crusts she needed to get done quickly. Normally they would already be in the oven, but her father had asked her to look over some financial paperwork when she got to work that morning. That had put her behind with her baking.

  “Gram-Marie?” she called, listening for an answer in between the overly-loud rings of the phone. She could hear voices in the storefront, so obviously her grandmother was talking to someone—probably the mail carrier whose usual route brought him to their store early.

  Veronica sighed as she clapped her hands together to shake off some of the flour. She strode quickly to the big roll-top desk where the phone was and pushed the speaker button to answer.

  “Hello,” she said curtly, hoping her tone signaled she was too busy to chat.

  “Ronnie? Is that you? I thought you’d be busy with the day’s pies. I need to talk to Gram-Marie. Is she around?”

  “Jared? Long time, no hear, cousin. What’s up with you?”

  “Typical stuff. Movies in editing, scripts to read, actors to tame…the usual. It’s good to hear your voice. Kind of like a shot of the Boundary Waters to give me some peaceful images to overlay on my overly-crazy existence.”

  The door to the storefront pushed open and the matriarch of the Sorrenson family strode in, looking over the envelopes she was carrying. She stopped when she heard the familiar voice.

  “Jared Sorrenson Miller? Is that you? How are you, honey? It’s been too long since you called. I was beginning to think you didn’t love me anymore!”

  Jared laughed. “Gram-Marie! How could you think that? Everyone loves you. I’ve been busy, but not too busy to remember my manners, or to call the most beautiful woman I know!”

  Marie Sorrenson, known to all the family as Gram-Marie, snorted rudely.

  “Tsk, tsk, boy! You must want a really big favor! Your call comes out of the blue and you begin by flattering me…what do you want?”

  Veronica smiled and added, “He said my voice soothed him also. It must be a really big favor!”

  Marie grinned, “Yes. Your voice has been known to drop wild critters at fifty yards! Not very calming to most folk. Come on, out with it.”

  Jared sighed into the phone. “Okay, you got me. I need a big favor from you, Gram-Marie…in fact, from all of you.”

  “Everyone in town?” Veronica asked innocently.

  “No, just all of you at the resort.”

  Marie sat down on the chair by the desk, shaking her head at her granddaughter, and asked, “What is it, you mischievous boy? What do you need us to do? Make some guests change their vacation dates again, so you can have the best cabin? Send you some of Ronnie’s pies for another celebrity wing
-ding? What is it this time?”

  Jared cleared his throat audibly.

  “I’m afraid it’s bigger this time. I need to send you a guest who will be there until I can get the crew up to start filming my next movie.”

  “And how long with that be?” Veronica grinned at Gram-Marie while the older woman rolled her eyes and shrugged.

  “I don’t know…it depends on a lot of things. Maybe a month? Six weeks tops. I’ve got to get a whole lot of folks packed and up there, so it’s gonna take some time.”

  “And who is it you are expecting us to tolerate for an unspecified amount of time?”

  “Ronnie! Would I send you someone you’d only tolerate?”

  “Hell yeah! You’d send us Satan to baby-sit, if your next movie depended on it.”

  “Funny you should say that, cuz. He’s only the biggest, baddest star in the business right now.”

  “Who is it?”

  “You’ve heard of Raul Roderick, right?”

  Marie snorted. “Who?”

  Jared chuckled. “The Gamer King? Avenge Tastes Sweet? MOFO-Town?”

  “No,” Marie said, while Veronica smiled at her, all the while filling the pie crusts with the flavors of the day.

  “Well then, how about his romantic movies? Make Mine Latino? Or Three’s a Crowd, But I Like Crowds?”

  Veronica giggled. “Jared, you should see Gram-Marie’s face! She looks like she just sucked a lemon!”

  “What on earth are you people thinking of with these titles? Or these so-called plots? Why doesn’t anyone make the kinds of movies I like to watch anymore?”

  “Because you’re too old for them to consider you a target market?” Veronica whooped as she ducked away from the rolling pin tossed at her by her grandmother.

  “Old, my ass! I just expect plots and they’re too damn busy putting big, fake titties and young men without shirts into everything!”

  “So you have heard of Raul then?” Jared chuckled.

  Veronica explained, “Gram-Marie, he’s the kind of actor who is very good at looking good in his movies, and he’s always shirtless at some point. But he’s kind of limited to playing the same kinds of men over and over again…not much range, and even less talent.”