Desperate Enemies 3 by Adam Carpenter (latest ebook reader .txt) 📕

“I like this one,” Dane said.

“I like whatever you like,” Sawyer said, and that's when they put aside the invitations and once again began to make love. They kissed passionately and moments later, they wasted no more time, with Dane entering Sawyer with one quick thrust.

“I love you more than the world,” Sawyer said.

“Okay, so I'll say universe,” Dane said with another eager push of his hard cock. They climaxed together, their lives as entwined as their sweaty bodies.

At Number Two, Parker St. John paced the main floor, trying to figure out what his next step was. Marc had left in shame moments after Rich had discovered them fucking, and, frustrated, he'd gone upstairs and jerked off violently, stroking his huge cock, grabbing at the thick hair that coated his hard body in defiant anger, feeling as empty as his balls after he'd shot a thick load of come into his open palm. Far from being satiated from his explosion, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed. She answered on the first ring.

“Rose, the time has come,” he said breathlessly, “I want what's mine and I'm tired of waiting.”

He heard the caution in her voice even before she spoke. “Be careful, Parker dear, I warned you that this game might not turn out how you hoped,” she said, “Danvers Converse has been manipulating you since the moment he contacted you, using you. He cares for no one, not even himself. I've only intervened because I love you.”

He thought of Marc, gone from his life. “You're the only one,” he said. “Besides, from this point on I don't care. Whatever happens, happens. It's over.”

At Number Three, Paolo was flipping through photo albums, remembering all the good times he had spent with Aaron, his heart swelling as he gazed lovingly at his smiling, happy face, both of them unaware of the tragic fate that awaited him. Paolo sipped at his third glass of red wine, wondering if he could live in this house any longer or whether he really could go through with selling it to Danvers Converse. A ring of his doorbell surprised him at this late hour.

“Sorry, I hope I'm not disturbing you. . .,” he heard as he opened the door.

“Troy?”

“I didn't know you lived here. . . on Eldon Court,” he said, “Not until I overheard Danvers talking on the phone just hours ago at the Bayside. I think I can help you.”

Paolo admitted him and the two embraced tentatively, like uncertain lovers. Pouring his unexpected guest some wine from the near-empty bottle, he and Troy talked, and they talked some more, about Danvers Converse and about Aaron, about past regrets and rewritten futures and before long they were joined by mutual sorrow, emotions giving way to physical demands. They kissed hungrily, tongues exploring, lips meshing, Paolo unbuttoning Troy's shirt and licking at his hairy chest, and soon they were upstairs, albeit in the spare bedroom, and Troy was entering him with his hard cock, filling Paolo with urgent life. He climaxed loudly and Troy followed suit, nail marks on his back as Paolo gripped him tight.

At Number Four, Edgar was busy on the computer, doing research for his book, Fool'sGold, because he was curious about the connection with the Gold Rush of the 1800s and the settling of Eldon Court. Gerald Green had offered up no hints of the rumor that gold was waiting to be discovered beneath the houses of Eldon Court, so Edgar had to wonder whether it was all a false lead, a red herring meant to distract them from what secrets the land really kept. He was all alone, as Jack had left on a mysterious plan.

“Trust me, answers are on the way,” he had said. “Our enemies are desperate, baby, so now is the time to strike.”

“Be safe,” Edgar had warned him. “Remember, I want you around for forever.”

“We've lived on Eldon Court too long. They can't get rid of us either of us that easily.”

And at Number Five, Marc Anderson too was all alone, just as he had been since the moment he'd run back home from Parker's, only to find the house closed up, empty, devoid of any sounds of life. Rich was nowhere to be seen, even though his car was still in the driveway. Uncertain what to do, Marc had spent the day airing out the house, getting out the stench of past affairs, and betrayals bycleaning the woodwork and all surfaces, as though by wiping away lingering fingerprints they could start fresh, the house untouched, virginal.

“Rich, where are you?” Marc asked the spotless house.

All he got in return was a deafening silence.

He walked upstairs to his studio on the third floor, and even that was empty, made worse by the illumination of the moon. Only shadows kept him company, and they too were filled with a taunting silence. He hadn't painted in weeks, not since the disastrous gallery opening. He'd lost his drive, just as he'd lost his direction. Since the moment Rich had gotten shot, everything had changed. Yet even as he thought that, he knew it wasn't true. Life had changed since the moment they moved to Wonderland, their fresh start failing on every level.

“Rich, come back,” Marc said to the empty house, “come back to me.”

And so the only two residents of Eldon Court who were not at home were Rich and Jack, and surprisingly they were to be found together and on an important mission. They had arrived in San Francisco hours ago.

“You ready?” Jack asked.

“More than ready. It's time to bring this whole fucking mess to a close and get our lives back,” Rich said, a determined look written across his unshaven face He would not give up until he'd achieved his goal of ending this threat of the Wonderland Palaces once and for all. “It all started with George Saunders’ forbidden desires, and now it will end with George Saunders. The