Unknown Diners

Chapter Forty-Six

Lorne and Catherine watched as the assembly of waiting boats and launches began to approach the scene. A pollution containment boom, which had been ranged out, was towed into a circle and moored around the wreck. Divers went down as cameras flashed from the shorelines, from the Cambie Bridge and from the gartering boats. The traffic helicopter continued to circle the scene. Flashing blue lights became more common.

"This should be all over the media by now, mainstream and social. There's a feeding frenzy of photographers down there. Lots of selfies with dark, blurry backgrounds on Facebook and Twitter tonight." He kissed her cheek. "We should get back under the heaters. The evening's become chilly."

"You finished eating?"

"Must have. Not hungry anymore. Lost my appetite. You?"

"Yeah, me too." They stood by the table, looking at the food.

Two minutes later, they were still staring at it. He turned his eyes to hers. "Heavy stuff, eh?"

"Yeah, real heavy." They merged in another silent hug.

A few minutes later, he lowered a hand to her butt and tapped. "I'll pack up the leftovers, you do the tray with the other stuff. We've things to do."

"Things? Like what?"

"Like forget this crud for a while. Sink myself into you."

"I'd like that." She kissed his neck, nipped it and ran her tongue across it. "Yeah, really like that."

They lay in bed under the duvet, connected and slowly shifting their hips as they wandered their hands and mouths over each other. "I always wondered what the frenzy was all about. I tried to get Nathan to slow down. To be gentle."

"I love it like this. Relaxing, sharing, enjoying."

"So different from the videos."

"Videos?"

"Nathan used to find them online to show me his frenzied fucking was normal. You ever watch any of those?"

"Watched a bit. Seemed like torture, the expressions on their faces, so I went back to the educational ones. More sharing."

"Fuck! I love you. You have no idea how much I love you." She gave three quick Kegels, then held a tight one.

"Oh my God." He tugged at it and she held. "Fuck! And those distracted him? God, we're put together so differently. Those to me are exciting, challenging, heavenly."

"You know Morse code?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Sending."

"Fuck!" He read her message and sent back: Luv u 2.

She moaned a deep sigh. "I want to come again... Join me this time?"

"Yeah, we need some sleep."

His phone woke him at eight forty. He answered it and listened to the message, spoke his code into the phone and pressed the octothorpe, then he waited for the prompt and entered his authentication.

"Good morning, hope I didn't wake you."

"Yeah... Okay. I'm still a bit fuzzy." Lorne worked his tongue and lips to freshen his mouth.

"Okay otherwise?"

"Yeah. Short a boat, but we're good."

"You've hooked a serious one this time, haven't you?"

"Deadly serious." He turned and faced Catherine, giving her an air kiss. "I have this on speaker so my wife can follow along. We're private."

"Good with me."

"Thanks, she's part of this. She has a quick, sharp mind."

"You'll see that the press conference and the media release both reported two charred bodies. Oh, and the Commissioner sends his thanks. Again. Very clever thinking on that."

"I thought it would give us extra time." Lorne nodded and blew out a deep breath.

"Ottawa said you felt safe. Still true?"

"I don't know. We're about two hundred metres from the scene, overlooking it. We saw lots of suspicious activity in the crowd of lookie-loos and gawkers last night. I'm thinking someone connected is in the condo towers or townhouses along here. The response was too fast, otherwise."

"Let us know if you need moving. We can quickly do that."

"Yeah, let me get up and get my bearings. Get a feel. I'll call you back within a couple of hours if it feels funny."

"Don't worry about the boat. We'll be recovering and impounding it for forensic investigation and... Your insurance. Who's your insurer?"

"Dolphin."

"We'll inform them. Be safe."

"We intend to." Lorne clicked his phone off and rolled to kiss Catherine.

"You're in this deeply, aren't you?"

"Been getting progressively deeper. More than fifteen years now. I sense we're almost there, almost to the bottom line."

She ran a finger down his nose, over his lips and chin and continued down. "So, you've called me your wife twice now." She circled his left nipple with her finger, then continued down.

"Yeah, guess I have. Seems easy. How else do I describe you?" He rolled onto his back to allow her finger fuller range.

"Right swipe, bed warmer, current hook-up, girlfriend, mistress, partner, soul mate, lots of options." She giggled as she pushed his penis aside to wiggle her finger in his navel.

"And your preference?"

"I like wife. Call me that the third time and it's for keeps." She ran her finger up his length, laughing at its involuntary throbbing to her touch.  Then playing with the spout, she paused and looked into his eyes. "I really need to pee. You?"

"Yeah, I've been holding it, not wanting you to stop that exquisite touching. So intense like that, amazing mix of sensations."

They rolled out of bed, peed and were soon back doing their slow sensual exercises.

It was nearly nine thirty when he said, "We need to take a look out there, down in the marina and around the crescent, see how it is, feel how it is. The Mounties can quickly move us to a safer place if we want."

"You need to come first, release some of your tension. Want to do a quick pop?"

"Yeah. Let's do that; start the day fresh."