Disclaimer: Disclaimer: KISS, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons are real persons, and this story is not meant to harm or demean them in any manner. It is a work of fiction. Trynia Merin and other characters are property of the author. Rated R for sexual content and language, so no readers under 18 please.

"My pleasure..." he whispered, taking her hands and putting them on his belt.

"Oh, so NOW who is taking charge, Mr. Simmons?"

"Busted," he laughed. "But I can't let you have ALL the fun, now can I?"

"But I've been through sooooooo much tonight," she teased him with her pout. "If anyone deserves all the fun, it's me."

"Mm, then show me your favorite fantasy..." he whispered.

"Well, first I take a VERY sexy man to the beach..... And then... And then I slidddddddeeee my way on top of him like......THIS..." she said as she slowly moved him to lie underneath her. Gene stretched under her, moaning with contentment.

"And then I take your hands, just like so....." she pinned his wrists to the sand. He laughed and allowed her to restrain him. "And then....she does something like this...." she leaned her face down to his exposed side and ran her tongue up the length of his stomach. She tickled him. As she reached a particularly tender area of his side, she began to nip slightly with her teeth.

He hissed with pleasure, and moaned, "That's it... yessss...."

Terri felt her heart pounding in her chest, and stopped to catch her breath. Gene sensed the sudden rapid pace of her heart, and kissed her softly on the lips. He asked, "Are you all right... are you sure you want to continue?"

"I'm all right so far..."

"Just let me know if it gets too intense, doll," Gene whispered. She felt a hot tear at his concern, unable to hold back the choked emotions.

"That's so sweet..."

"Considering this stuff makes your heart race... i don't want you overexerting yourself..." he said, stroking her hair of her face and repositioning the coat overtop of her. She seemed to be shivering cold against him. Without warning he pushed himself into her and waited to see how she would feel.

"Would you be more comfortable in the car?" he asked her. "Just let me know..."

"I can't wait... and I'm very comfortable here," she whispered. "But its so nice of you to ask..."

He tried a few experimental thrusts, then stopped again, regarding at her with amber eyes filled with desire. A teasing twinkle came into them, and she couldn't help but wonder why he had stopped.

"Are you absolutely SURE you wouldn't be more comfortable in the car?" he asked.

"Which one did you bring?"

"The H2," Gene explained.

"Good lord, that land tank?" she joked. She flinched when out of the corner of her eye she saw the flash of red and blue lights.

"I think we've been discovered," Gene laughed, pushing himself up on his hands. "Wait here..."

His coat dropped from her shoulders when he straightened up. He struggled quickly back into his jeans, carefully fastening them as he buttoned his shirt. Passing his coat to her, he rolled to his feet and dashed up the sand dune toward the source of the lights. Terri struggled back into her own clothes, momentarily annoyed at the interruption.

"Is this your vehicle, sir?" the state trooper asked as Gene stepped over the bar and brushed sand off his clothes.

"Yes it is..." Gene nodded.

"Care to tell me WHY it was abandoned when you were only a few minutes away? And why it's near an accident scene?"

"Look, my girlfriend... uh fiancee ended up in an accident, and I was just staying with her till you authorities came," Gene scratched his head. "Now if you don't mind, she and I will be on our way when the tow comes..."

"Wait a minute... are you... you look familiar sir..." the state trooper scratched his head.

"I do?" Gene asked. "I suppose you won't need to see my license, would you?"

"Is everything all right... I mean is there something..."

"Everything's fine," answered the female voice that sideled up to Gene's left. "Right honey?"

"I think the gentleman wants to know about your accident," Gene said casually, slipping his arm around her waist.

The trooper pulled a notebook out of his shirt pocket. He was noticeably flustered at this point. Quickly from Gene to Terri he glanced and sighed a bit with nervousness. That look of recognition in his eyes at Gene told them the source of his discomfort.

"Soo.... Uh...Ms....."

"Terri Mason," she supplied, looking at him as she shook his hand.

"My... significant other," Gene said quickly. "And the love of my life..."

"Terri Mason...Simmons?" he said with a questioning look at he poised to write in his notebook.

"Soon to be," Gene answered quickly. He pointed to the rock on her hand, and flashed it in the general direction of the officer.

"No, it's just Terri Mason," she smiled as she squeezed Gene's hand, "For now."

"Of course," he said, scratching his hair under his helmet. "Could you please tell me what occurred at the time of the accident?"

"Sure.... I... was driving along here. It's a beautiful view, and the next thing I know, my car is falling apart on me.... So I ended up here, and that's when I called Gene," she said.

"So, there were no other cars involved or..."

"I got a call from my sweetheart that she had a bit of an accident," Gene said quickly. "And I came here... found her all right... And well... we um... took advantage of the situation because the tow truck was taking a long time getting here..."

"Pardon me," he stopped sheepishly, "I don't mean to be unprofessional, but Mr. Simmons, my sister just loves you."

"Is she a fan?" Gene asked slyly.

"She's a BIG fan," he grinned widely. "She'll be psyched that I got to meet you."

"Hmm, why don't you just let me autograph something, call us a tow truck, and leave it at that?" Gene asked. "No further questions asked..."

He looked quickly at his notebook and smiled at Gene, "Well, since Ms..... Uh...Mason stated no other vehicles were involved and since there appears to be no harm to her person, I'd be happy to. Let me just write up a quick report for your insurance company and I'll have it on file at our district office."

"Thanks," Gene nodded. He reached into the glove compartment of Terri's car and handed the insurance over. Terri giggled to herself when she remembered it was on his policy, where she was listed as an incidental driver. The officer grinned further and jotted down the information.

"It's a beautiful car. I hope it can be fully repaired," he whistled as he wrote all relevent notes in the form.

"It's one of my favorites," Gene laughed. "Got it just for my baby here. She has to have the best... you know. A black Mustang 2001..."Terri listened as Gene handled the situation. She felt a smile on her face when the officer said, "Probably worth more than I make in a year."

Gene laughed, "But you know the value of hard work. That's something we share in common."

"Yes sir," the officer nodded. He pulled a business card from his pocket. Gene took his card, and looked at it with a scratch of his head. "My name and our district address, sir, for the police report. I'll have everything fully prepared for you tomorrow at the latest. And I'll be happy to answer any questions that your insurance company has."

"Thank you. I applaud your efficiency," Gene said. "And if I require a new security guard on our next tour, I'll keep you in mind."

"Oh, Mr. SIMMONS!" he burst out, reaching over to shake Gene's hand.

"Hon, do you have my coat?" Gene asked, turning to Terri.

"Yes, of course, love," she handed it to him. Terri grinned at this poor starstruck boy. Mentally she used the word "boy" because he couldn't have been more then twenty-five at the most.

"Thanks," he nodded, and reached for something in the pocket. Terri knew he had there a few small glossies of himself he sometimes carried if he encountered any fans in his day to day business. He pulled out a pen and turned Terri around to rest the picture across her back as he signed.

"I'm Officer Crawford, as you can see, but PLEASE call me Rob."

"Sure," Gene nodded.

"How long until we can expect a tow?" she asked to the officer.

"Uhhh, how long until you WANT a tow?" he smiled.

"What's your sister's name?" Gene asked.

"Vanessa."

"All right... To Vanessa with my fondest and most sincere appreciation... love Gene Simmons," he scribbled.

"That's PERFECT, sir," the officer nodded.

"Gene, how long until we want a tow?" Terri pinched his behind discreetly.

"I'd say forty-five minutes," Gene winked back to Terri. "At LEAST."

"No problem, sir. I have no doubt they are very busy this time of night, with all the nightlife around her. I'll call it in... In about half an hour and have them rush something out to you. Or NOT rush as the case may be."

"Thanks," Gene said, holding up the glossy. He waved it to let the ink dry before giving it over.

"Sir.... If you could just not... uh... mention that I left you out here, this being private property and all..." his voice trailed off.

"Of course," Gene nodded. "And if anyone complains, I'll deal with them. Besides, I am thinking we'll take this... parking... We do have a rather nice H2 here..."

"Whatever works for you is fine. I'll leave you alone, but please if you need anything, my name is on there, remember?" he pointed eagerly to his card.

"Sure," he nodded, taking the card and tucking it into his wallet.

"Now, shall we call it even and get down to business?"

"It's a pleasure," he smiled and shook Gene's hand and Terri's. Gene nodded, and pulled Terri close to his side.

"You folks have a good night," he smiled as he walked away, glancing down at the photo as he slipped it into the compartments amidst his motorcycle. Swinging his leg over the saddle he climbed on and fired it up. Gene turned and waved as the cop pulled away, then turned to Terri.

"Gene, could he POSSIBLY have been more star-struck?" Terri laughed. "And please don't tell me I was ever THAT bad."

"No love, you weren't, Thank GOD," Gene grinned, hugging her close to his hip. She leaned up and kissed him lightly.

She laughed a bit, "I think I MIGHT have been a little like that when I met Paul. But by the time, I meet you, I was a bit more jaded on the whole KISS thing."

"I don't hold that against you," he breathed in her ear. "Either one."

"I remember being so amazed that you had so much money that you could take care of everything I'd ever need.... Only I guess I didn't realize how you could take care of the rest of me too." she whispered.

"So, back to the beach, or the safety of the Hummer?" he asked.

"They both sound particularly nice. Guess it depends on if we want to be public or private.

He stroked down her back to her butt and gave it a pinch. Arm around her waist he guided her toward the warmth and safety of his vehicle. He whispered into her ear, "Always. Never forget that I take care of what's mine."

"Am I yours?" she whispered at she licked her lips.

"Hmmm, let me see," he whispered, and leaned down for a moment. She rubbed his back seductively and watched him with interest. He wrapped his arm around her lower legs and crouches next to her. Then lifting her in one fluid motion, he threw her over his shoulder. She laughed loudly and pounded his back teasingly.

"Let go of me, you cave man!" she protested as tears came to her eyes.

"You are mine," he said, with a wickedly playful laugh.

"You big insane lug..." she laughed as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I love you..."

He carried her toward the Hummer, and disengaged the security locks with a punch of the button on his key ring remote. With one hand he opens the side door, and playfully sat her on the passenger seat. He opened the rear passenger door and folded the seat down. Tossing a blanket over the folded rear space, he indicated she should climb back into the rear.

"Why do I suddenly feel like a buffalo being brought home for the kill?" She said as she leaned into him and hugged him playfully before climbing into the back. Gene inched into the vehicle next to her, and closed the door behind him.

"You know, if there is ever anyone who could make me feel truly beautiful... it's you," she whispered.

"I aim to please," he whispered back, unbuttoning her shirt again.

"And on most occasions, you do," she teased as she wound a few fingers in his hair.

"MOST?" he lifted an eyebrow.

"Now, now, I can't let you get a big head, now can I?" she teased.

"Which head?' he winked.

"If you thought you pleased me all the time, you'd quit trying so hard," she grinned at him in the darkness. Taking her hand, he positioned it down on his groin.

"Very nice, lover," she cooed. "Is that for me?"

"Hmmm...." he laughed, rubbing him vigorously. He leaned over and kissed her exposed breast.

"Now Mr. Big Rock Star, you're not going to take advantage of little old me and my banged up jalopy, are you?" she grinned as she nipped his neck playfully.

He laughed, kissed her softly and reached down to slip off her shirt. She paused just a moment as a headache passed over her.

"Shit," she murmured at she closed her eyes.

"Are you all right?" he asked her, stopping. She leaned over to touch foreheads with Gene. Kissing her brow, he lay next to her.

"Feels like a damn migraine, only luckily it comes and goes."

"Hmm let me see what I can do about that..." he said, starting to rub her head gently.

"You always have the answers, love," she murmured, and seized his cheeks to plant a hungry kiss on his lips.

"Hmmm," he whispered. "That's the stuff..."

"You know what this reminds me of?" she asked.

"What?" he asked.

"I was GOING to say that it reminds me of those times where we make a nice hot bowl of popcorn, put in a horror movie and just kiss for hours. But it looks like you have other plans..." she laughed merrily.

"Mmm?"

"Love, let me ask you something serious," she asked as she rubbed his arms.

"What?" Gene asked, clicking the CD player on. Soon they heard the start of Unchained Melody drifting through the quadraphonic speakers of the H2.

"Do you think that I should dress differently sometime.... sexier maybe?"

"You? Nah," Gene laughed, leaning back into the padded rear. "You should ask ME that."

"I had a client the other day tell me that every time he sees me I look ready to close a business deal."

"Oh really?" Gene asked.

"I mean.... I love my job," she said as she absentmindedly stroked his arm.

He stopped kissing her chest and looked up. "But sometimes I wonder. Am I too stuffy? Do people think that?"

"What do you mean by dressing sexy? Playboy bunny sexy..." he asked, kissing her he cheek delicately. "Or Brittany spears sexy? Help me out here. Or maybe... Dragonfly sexy," he joked, shoving his shirt in her face with the moneybag logo on it.

She laughed and hit his arm playfully. "I don't know. Oho.... You know what I mean..." she said, frustrated. "Everything sexy that I own is bedroom wear."

"That's what MATTERS," Gene joked, then stopped himself at the seriousness present in her question.

"Trynia says even my damn mini-skirts look corporate."

"Hon, what can I do to help you feel better?" he asked, choosing the direct approach to flattery.

She looked away for a minute. "I guess ever since Jacob, I just feel a little.... MOTHERLY, I suppose, if you know what I meant. It's like there's no hope for me."

"Aww Terr..." he sighed, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "Don't you realize that makes you even MORE sexy to me? Knowing you and I made that kid together?"

"I know that, Hon, and I wouldn't change that for anything, but I still feel sort of...undesirable, I guess. I feel like I don't set a room on fire when I walk in it. Not that I ever DID, but...." she sighed, turned on her side and cuddling up to his front.

"Hmm, let me see... would a nice shopping trip with Shannon help you spruce up your threads?" he asked. "She might have some suggestions if you are really that worried."

She turned her head and glanced backwards at him with serious eyes, "That might not be a bad idea."

"I am trying to help... I hope I'm not sounding like a big jerk or something," Gene muttered, wrapping his arm around her body, and rubbing her breast playfully.

"I want people to respect me, but on the other hand, I wouldn't be hurt if periodically people thought, 'Damn, Gene's girl is HOT'," she grinned slightly.

"I wouldn't mind it either," he laughed, and turned her over to face him again.

"And I MIGHT have a few ideas myself... I've never tried to TELL you what to wear love... but if you WANT my suggestions..."

"It's strange sometimes. I come from a world where everything is so sterile and business like and somehow I end up in YOUR world, of all places... where things like perky breasts and little hips and bird legs are all the rage."

"I think a few shirts that show off your lovely breasts..." he whispered. "For a start... And those miniskirts, with thigh high stockings... or garters... High heels, not the chunky ones, but stiletto ones..."

She smiled at him, amused by his conversation, "Dare I think that you are actually getting into this?"

"Hmmm yes... you might say that... I LOVE when you wore that one shirt with the shiny silk and the lace ruffles... with the V neck... that went from THERE to here..."

"So I need to show more cleavage?" she said, eyes twinkling at him.

"It wouldn't hurt," he laughed.

"Like.... This?" she asked as she teasingly pulled the front of her shirt down.

"Wonder what Mr. Bert Jones, President and Chief Financial Officer of Allied Chemicals would think of THAT?" she chuckles, thinking of one of her stuffy clients.

"I think he'd LOOSEN up, considerably," Gene laughed. "I think something in a shiny leather would work WONDERS... Miss May... her name is Lana Lamour... could give you some tips... on sexy business wear. In non playboy life she's an attorney."

"Why am I not surprised," she giggled.

"She actually told me she admired you," Gene said, kissing her hand tenderly. "Really?"

"Would I lie to you?" Gene put on his best puppy dog look.

"That may be... But do you really think I could pull it off?" she grins at him, enjoying his enthusiasm.

"You can do ANYTHING you set your mind to," he whispered, rubbing her breasts lovingly.

"Hmmm, if I set my mind to you, can I do you?" she winked. Pulling her close, he kissed her deeply. Every inch of himself to her he pressed.

"Owww!" she muttered quietly, as her position became uncomfortable. Quickly she squirmed into another one.

"Need to change places?" he asked, seeing her shift up and over him, draping one arm over his chest.

"Just give me a second. I think I've got it," she said as she leaned down and resumed kissing him. He lay down and pulled her on top of him.

"SPEAKING of sexy clothes...." she whispered in his ear, rubbing his shirt. She began to unbutton it.

"Do tell..."

"My maid of honor dress..." She giggled.

"Yes?"

"...Is quite low cut. And with me nursing and all...."

"And..."

"I'm going to be QUITE voluptuous" she teased. "And I want to know right now...."

"What?" he whispered, unhooking her bra.

"...If you're going to want me" she regarded him with playfully sexy eyes.

"Are you KIDDING?" he asked. "I want to get that dress OFF of you... And take you on the buffet table..."

"Because if you arreeeee....." she purred. "I suggest we reserve a nice little.... No, make that BIG room on the top floor of the hotel that night."

"I AGREE," Gene purred back.

"Just in case we.... Hmmm..." she bit her lip teasingly. "...Need to slip away."

"I like the way you think, doll." he whispered, and kissed her ear.

"And if you're a good boy, a really, REALLY good boy...."

"What do I get?" Gene asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I might just have no panties under that gorgeous dress. Just for my big boy..." she runs her tongue along his lips.

"I like the SOUND of that, doll," he flicked his tongue at her, licking her lips teasingly. She giggled as he did so.

"You know we have to coordinate our damn speeches" she laughed. Sneakily he worked his hand between them; he slipped his finger into her panties.

"Matching toasts, you know."

"Yeah... like damn BOOKENDS," he laughed. She squealed as his finger worked into moist wetness. He probed skillfully for a minute, then extracted it teasingly.

"And I REFUSE to do one of those tacky 'I remember the first time they saw each other' speeches," she panted.

"Don't. I won't if you wont," Gene chuckled.

"I want to do something sweet." she purred as he teased her with another flick of his tongue down her neck.

"So do I," he whispered, pushing up her skirt. "What was that about Tryn's idea... about getting the guys to play?"

"I'm very scared to think of what you'll say," she laughed. "Knowing you and Paul, you'll skewer him good."

"It's my job," he whispered, kissing her breast lightly. He kissed a path down her belly to her bellybutton, then grabbed the waist of her panties with his teeth.

"She was wondering if maybe it would be possible to get Wicked Lester to play at the reception, assuming they aren't too incredibly rusty. And that all girl band you used to know..." she said, then groaned audibly at the slippage of her panties southward.

"Ah... sweet revenge?" Gene asked, glancing up. "I guess I'd better call Ray."

"That's the one.... Unless it's too weird for Tryn," she panted, when Gene tossed the underwear playfully into the front seat over his shoulder.

"Let her know she's got a gig," he chuckled, then hesitated inches from her bared skin, now totally exposed to his hot breath. "You aren't weirded out by Ray are you? I mean since she and I have a daughter together?"

"I won't be if you say I shouldn't be" she whispered. "I mean, it was a long time ago, right?"

"Yes," he nodded. "But she didn't let me be part of Jeannie's life till later... And it was only during the summers... but for a while we had her... for about four years she and I bonded..."

"That's a shame," she said, stroking his face with her knuckles. "You missed out on so much, and so did she."

"At least for a time. Then she went to high school..." Gene recounted, swinging his leg over to bracket her thighs with his own. "She knew her daddy, and her siblings."

"Where is she now?" Terri asked. "And why have I never met her?"

"I was figuring I'd wait till the right time... she's a busy young lady now. Going to college at UCLA... for Performing arts."

"What does she look like?" Terri asked.

"I have a picture," he said, reaching into the front pants pocket and extracting his wallet. Fingering through the wads of cash he carried, he extracted a plastic covered photo and handed it to her. She reached up to click on the dome light and saw the attractive dark haired woman standing next to Gene, his arm around her shoulders. Graceful, long legged, and large busted the set of her cheekbones and nose was almost identical to Gene, although her eyes were an exotic green.

"This is Jeannie. During her high school graduation from West Beverly."

"She's beautiful, Gene. She looks just like you, especially around the eyes." she says as she gently touches his face.

"I know. I told Ray I'd do ANYTHING to help."

"She didn't tell me till after Jeannie was born... and said that she only needed privacy... I INSISTED on seeing her..." Gene murmured, as she handed the picture back to him. Carefully he slipped it back into its special place in his wallet.

"She said during the summers, and the times I was on tour when it wasn't inconvenient... and then there was a time when she traveled more then me, and I HAD Jeannie to myself... she really grew fond of Shannon and me..."

For a moment, he stopped the muscles in his throat visibly tensing. "I took full custody of her for almost FIVE YEARS. That was in the early nineties... from when Jeannie was 11 to age 16... She was born in 1981... I had her from 1992 to 1997..."

"Wow, five years and then you lost her again? Damn...." she trailed off.

"Well, sort of..." Gene coughed. "Her mom got a job out here... and she well... lived at my place till I went on tour for Psycho circus... Then Shannon and I broke up... She went back to live with Mom."

"That must have been devastating."

"She loved me, but Ray thought it was best if Jeannie had her last year with her... and then she went to college the following year..." he trails off. "I LOVED her. She was part of my life. Nick and Sophie knew her so well. She lived in my HOUSE damn it. She is MY daughter." he clenched his fist and turned away for a moment, rising from her and laying to one side with his back to Terri.

"Gene...." Terri looked at him, stunned in silence as she reached out for him.

He sat up, tears in his eyes when he turned over again. "Shit, sorry to spoil the mood darling."

"Of COURSE she is your daughter, no matter what you two decided to do, or not to do, while raising her," Terri said, taking Gene in her arms and pressing her body tightly to him.

"I WANTED her to be with me. But I loved Ray, and I wanted what was best for her... Yet most of all, I wanted that kid to know she had a FATHER, who loved her very much."

"I know that, love. I see how you are with Jacob," Terri reiterated, stroking his chest. "And from what you've told me, it sounds like she's grown up in a beautiful woman."

"Yes, she loves music. She even wants to start a band..." Gene laughed.

"She's good at acting... and she's a GREAT scientist. But acting is her love. And go figure, she's in love with my best friend's SON."

"See, she sounds like she's got a good business head on her shoulders, peppered with just the right amount of a creative streak. Just like her dad" she said as she kneaded his shoulders.

"Hmm yes," he laughed. "I still visit her at school. She's a great kid. A great young woman."

"Like there would be any doubt," she said as she leaned down to kiss him. He pulled her into a kiss and slipped his wallet back into his pants.

"Bet we've got about 15 minutes left," she chuckled.

"Hmm let's make the most of them," he laughed, throwing her legs over his shoulders. He plunged his tongue into her wetness, tasting her sweet excitement.

"And I want to make you forget every name but mine in that time period." She moaned and twined her hands in his hair.

"I concur," he whispered, then plunged back into her, teasing her. She closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on the feeling and the music playing.

He teased her again and again, tasting her. Then at the last moment, he withdrew his tongue. Loudly she protested when he pulled away, that mischievous twinkle present in his eyes. Dizzy with lust she glared at him, panting deeply. At bay, he kept her with one hand, fumbling at his clothing with the other.

"I need a little help here..." he whispered. "They are getting in the way..."

"Why didn't you say so?" she demanded, grabbing his shirt and almost ripping the buttons in an effort to strip it off. In less them a minute she had undone his pants and stripped them down to his knees. Grabbing his shoulders, she jerked him down on top of her. She captured his lips and kissed him wildly. He moaned thorough the kiss.

"F**ck me," she whispered with desperation into his ear.

"Gladly," he whispered. "But I need..."

"PLEASE!" she moaned.

"I need...." she starts, then choked with lust, as she lay open to him. Practiced hands grabbed her ankles and the hot thrust inside only momentarily staved her hunger. She attempted to guide her hips to his, and questioned him with wide eyes as he pulled out.

"Wait..." he whispered. He turned away from her and prepared himself for the next step. "Now..."

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned softly as his weight crushed down on her. He started to thrust into her, and pulled her knees to rest on his shoulders.

"Hard and fast, or slowly and gently?" he growled. For a second he rammed himself hard into her into her.

"So good...." she cried to him over the music, clawing his back with her fingernails.

"I need it hard... hot and fast!" she panted. "Tonight. Now."

He growled, letting the Demon take over as he pounded into her. She squeezed him tightly with her thighs and cried. He licked her lips with his tongue, pulling her onto his lap. Tilting her pelvis up slightly, she ensured he rubbed in the right spot and to lost control in a spiral of pleasure.

"Gene...." she choked as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Furiously, she rode him. Seizing her hair he jerked her face to his and buried his tongue into her hungry mouth.

When they surfaced for breath her cries grew into lusty gasps. Hot tears spurted from her eyes, the cries increasing to screams of release of the bottle emotions from earlier. Fiercely she hugged him close, as his climax thundered inside her and smashed her senses to a spinning halt of bliss.

"Baby, you are so perfect..." she groaned, clinging to his sweaty body.

"Aww sweetheart," he whispered, and hugged her back. "I like the sound of that."

She kissed him, with slow gentle kisses on the lips. "Thank you for tonight... if that makes any damn sense."

"It does," he whispered.

"Because most of the man on the planet would have told me to get over myself tonight," she smiled sheepishly.

"I know, love," he said.

"But not you," she played with a curl of his hair. He held her close to him, wrapping himself around her. She squeezed him tightly, not knowing what to say. Finally, she released him slowly.

"I hope you feel better," he said shyly.

"They're going to be here soon, you know," she grinned, self-consciously as she wiped the last of the tears away.

"Terri, I do love you, you know." he says softly.

"I know that, Gene," she replied.

"Good," he said, kissing her one last time. He handed her bra to her, with her blouse. She laughed as he followed it up with the rest of her scattered garments. For a moment he rid himself of any hindranceand collected his own clothes.

As she dressed again, she watched the rear view mirror for any signs of the tow truck. "At least we didn't' get sand on us in here," Gene chuckled.

"No, NO sand," she chuckled. "Trynia's probably climbing the walls by now."

"Wanna call her?" he asked, putting his pants on.

"Probably not a bad idea. Jacob might be climbing the walls too."

"Are you all right?" He asked. She looked at him shyly for a moment, then smiled.

"I think so."

"Good," he nodded. "Do you have everything you want to take with you?"

"If I need help, I know who I can talk to."

Flashing yellow lights illuminated her face, beaming across her glasses she slipped on once more. Gene rolled over, sitting up again and clicking open the locks for his Hummer.

"I think I have everything, Hon," she said as she checked her outfit to make sure everything was in place.

"Here's your shoe," he said, reaching into the front seat and passing them to her. Cool night air chilled her when he climbed out of the passenger door and tugged at his pants to adjust them. He stopped for a moment. She reached down to find her panties, and chuckled when she realized they were not lacey.

"Uh Terri..." Gene said, turning back to help her button her shirt.

"Hmmm?" she asked, distracted, as she checked herself in the mirror.

"I think these are my underwear..." he whispered, taking them from her. She looked at him horrified for a moment, then laughed.

"They feel very NICE... are they silk or are they Hanes her way?" he joked. They heard a knock from the driver's side window.

"Shit, Gene," she laughed as she turned to the driver, and pushed the button to roll down the window. Still Gene leaned into the passenger door, blocking the wind that rose off the beach past him with his body.

"Nice car you got there, lady." he smiled at her.

"Thank you. How long until we're out of here?" she asked.

"Oh, it'll just be a minute. Not much time at all."

"We're hoping you can take it from here..." Gene said, leaning out and peering at the tow truck attendant over the top of his Hummer. "What documentation do you need?"

"Not much, Mr. Mason, basically your insurance company gave me everything I need to know. You want it towed to your residence, I assume?"

"Yes," Gene nodded, handing him an address. He was quite amused to be unrecognized for a change, addressed by Terri's last name.

"Nice part of town. This here a private community?" the driver asked.

"They get damn pissy.... errr...pretty mad when I come through the front gate and they aren't expecting me."

"Yes, but not gated," gene laughed. Terri looked at Gene out of the corner of her eye and rolled them.

"Guess rich peoples cars don't break down like the rest of us." he says with some sarcasm.

"Hey, they do all the time," Gene said. "More often then you'd think. Hey, what can I do to make it easier for you?"

"No problem, Mr. Mason. Everything's cool. Let me just hook 'er up and we'll be gone."

"Okay, here's the address and the access code..." Gene said, handing him a slip of paper. "And here's 50 for your trouble."

Excited, the tow truck driver took the fifty and waved cheerfully. "Wow. Now THAT'S different," he chuckled. Whistling he moved off out of sight to begin the task of hooking up Terri's car.

Gene laughed and reached to help Terri out of the Hummer. He opened the front passenger door and helped her up into the leather-padded seat. She slunk down into it wearily, sighing, "Gene, can we please leave?"

"Sure," Gene nodded, closing the door on her. She saw his silhouette cross the front windshield as he rounded the vehicle to the driver's side.

"Are you all right?" Gene asked, climbing into his seat with a grunt of effort.

"I am suddenly so tired," she murmured.

"Hey, we're going now..." Gene said. "Are you SURE you're okay?"

"I'm fine, love, just really dying to be home in our nice big bed with Jacob in my arms. Assuming we don't have to kick Paul and Trynia out of it," she teased.

"Hmmm," he laughed, starting the Hummer. It dieseled into life with a masculine clatter and rumble worthy of an entire safari.

'It HAS been awhile. I don't think those two are capable of 24 hours without sex. And my calculations are, it's getting close to that mark." she smiled. As Gene backed out and angled onto the main road, she reached for his hand. In the silent darkness she rested, safe and assured that a new beginning lay ahead for them both.

"Honey, we're almost home," Gene called. Terri jolted into reality, realizing that she rode next to Gene. They pulled up the long winding driveway to his front door, maneuvering into place near his Mercedes, and Paul's Porsche.

Someone flew out of the front door, her skirt flying around her legs as she rushed toward the parking Hummer. It was Trynia, anxious and excited. Terri opened the door and threw her hands up in greeting to her friend. "Before you go on, I am fine. I swear," she turned back to Gene.

"I'm glad," Gene nodded, turning off the engine. Terri slipped down from the Hummer and rushed to embrace Trynia. The two met halfway, rocking slowly as they hugged.

"I'm so sorry," Terri whispered to Trynia. "I was a total bitch... I am SO sorry..."

"Hey, I'm so glad you're okay," Trynia whispered back. Gene joined them, slamming shut both doors and resting a hand on Terri's shoulder.

Slowly the front door opened again, and Paul strode out, carrying Jacob in his arms. He warily regarded Terri, who pulled out of her embrace from Trynia. Guilt welled up in Terri's throat, noticing a bit of dark stare in Paul's eyes.

"Tryn.... Be careful, hon. Let her stop the damn car before you go running out" Paul called to her.

"Paul, I'm just glad she's okay," Trynia said, turning to him. "Are you okay?" T

"I'm fine. I promise. It's just a long night with a lot of anxiety and Gene talked me through it,' Terri said.

"Paul..." Gene said, moving up to him. "Thanks for taking care of the kid..."

Paul opened his mouth to speak, but Terri cut him off unintentionally, "But none of it matters now. It's YOUR party, and I hope you had a good time."

"Terri, are you NUTS?" Paul says loudly, "You just barge out of here, worry us all sick, leave Jacob with us, then suddenly it's NOTHING?"

"I NEVER said it was NOTHING, Paul" she said coldly, "I just said that Gene helped me through it."

"Paul!" Trynia snapped at him. He rolled his eyes slightly and walked to Gene, handing him Jacob.

"Thanks man," Gene said, taking his son from his best friend.

"No problem," he muttered.

"Paul..." Gene says. "Look, can I talk to you, privately?"

"Look, obviously I'm out of line, or at least you all think so...." Paul glared.

"No, SAY it," Gene said.

He looked down toward Gene and sighed, "Yeah, sure."

"Paul, what's up your ass?" Gene asked.

"No, you know what? I can't say it without you all being mad at me, and frankly I would like to take my lovely fiancée' home and make love to her. That's my plan for this evening," Paul folded his arms across his chest. "And I don't really care to f**ck that up."

"Well, why don't you..." Gene asked. "Go home and screw to your heart's content?"

Paul sighed loudly and walked down Gene's steps. Taking Trynia's hand, he said dejectedly, "Trynia, hon, let's go."

"Paul..." Trynia started, before he cast her a warning glance. Shrugging she let him lead her away to the Porsche.

Silently he opened the door for her, and indicated she should get in. Settling into place she felt her stomach squirm with discomfort as he closed the door for her and entered his side. Clicking his seatbelt into place, he started the engine. Gene and Terri watched from their front porch, staring with wide eyes. By the way Paul tightened his belt, Trynia knew he was furious.

"Paul..." Gene said, rushing up to the car, and knocking on Paul's driver side window. "I'm sorry man... I wish..."

"Hey, no, look. It's between you guys." he smiled tightly at Gene.

"Whatever works for you..."

"I know... but don't be a stranger. Call me if you need to talk..."

Gene said.

"If I'II need to talk..." he sighed in frustration and rolled his eyes.

"Paul WHAT is going on?" Gene asked. "Come on..."

"Later, Gene. Try to write something someday. Don't forget we need to get back to the studio." he said, with clenched jaw.

"As a matter of fact... I have... but why is that a concern right now?" Gene said. He looked helplessly at Trynia.

"Paul what is going on here?" Trynia asked him.

"Nothing's wrong. You all have a good night," Paul cut her off. He began to back the car up.

"All right, have it your way," Gene muttered under his breath. "Good nite Paul."

"Paul, how can you just drive away when I see the steam coming out of your ears?" Trynia demanded.

"I said I don't want to talk about it," Paul snapped. He pulled onto the main road.

"OH BROTHER," she sighs. "Here we go again... can you at least give me a good REASON instead of biting my head off?"

"Tryn, I'm sorry," Paul sighed, reaching for her hand to squeeze it. "And this is the reason. I say what I think. You get mad. I don't want to spend my evening that way. So, Paul buttons it. It's not the first time. And it won't be the last."

"Fine," Trynia said, as he pulled his hand away to shift the gears. "Whatever you want."

The radio concealed the silence but did not blot out the tension crackling between them. For about five minutes they drove along till Paul broke the silence, "If you ever leave our children...."

Immediately Trynia clued into his main beef with Terri. She quickly responded,

"I won't. If anything I'll be the one TAKING them if YOU step out of line, MISTER."

He sighed and smiled, "Good because if you do..."

"I am NOT letting ANYTHING come between me and my children..." she cut him off. "And you better REMEMBER that!"

"I guess Terri and I have just too much of the oil and water thing going on sometimes."

"You do. Can't you get that she wasn't in her right mind?" she asked.

"I think she's a spoiled brat at times...like TONIGHT," Paul interrupted her.

"She doesn't know how to be a mom sometimes."

"I think Paul...." she started. "You're judging her far too harshly, don't you?"

He laughed a bit, "And she thinks I'm a moody S.O.B. Oh never mind."

"Paul, please could you listen to me?" she asked firmly.

He leaned over and took her hand, "Hey, look, if you want to criticize me, go right ahead. I can take it."

"I think she left him with Gene... because... She knew he could be a better parent... Because she knew in her present state it wouldn't be safe if Jacob was with her..."

He fell quiet for a moment, then squeezed her hand, "You're right, I'm sure."

"Well think about it. Gene has the money and the stability. And she knew on a level that Gene would make her life HELL if she DID take Jacob away."

"But let me tell you, it took everything I had to not run down those stairs and tell her she's an egotistical baby," Paul said.

"She is. All she cares about is HER sometimes. But she is only human." Trynia sighed.

"And to tell her to grow the hell up, that she needs to get OVER this crap about how we slept together for awhile, and how Gene won't marry her, and how HARD she works. Hell, we ALL work hard. I'm a friggin' multi-MILLIONAIRE and I work DAMN hard," he said, with more anger in his voice.

She rubbed her belly and said, "I'm not the one you have to convince, Paul. Can't you get over it? Stop trying to fix her."

"I just get angry, because no matter what we try to say or do, there's just 'issue' that's just kind of hanging there," Paul snorted in disgust.

"Well forget her." Trynia said sharply. "I frankly am getting SICK of this whole thing."

"She reserves his bitey little comments for me...and I reserve mine for her," Paul continued.

"If Gene and I can make amends, why cant you and she?" Trynia asked. He pulled her hand up and kissed it.

"I'm sorry, love, OK? I'm doing just what I didn't want to do, and that's make you mad on what's supposed to be a happy occasion."

"I'm not mad at you, Paul. I'm just mad at this whole stupid thing. Why could she be so stupid?" she gritted her teeth.

"Feels like it," he winked.

"I mean she has one of the richest men on the planet in her back pocket and she's whining!" Trynia said with anger now, wiping away a tear. "What the HELL does she have the RIGHT to complain about?"

"Angel, PLEASE! The babies, don't forget" he put a finger to his lips gently to quiet her. He rubbed her belly lovingly.

Trynia still cried a bit, biting her lip, "I know I know..."

"Forget I said anything. Please? For me?" Paul urged.

"Yes, if it will help..." she sighed. For a minute she bit her lip, and then reached into her purse. A smile replaced the frown when she pulled out the new object. "Can you tell me HOW to use THIS?"

She waved the purple dildoe in his face. He looked at it in surprise and laughed loudly. "What am I? Doctor Ruth?" he chuckled.

"Well darling you are the one who told me once that if I EVER had any questions about sex... I was to ask a certain expert?"

"I dated someone who was really into those once," he said as he drove. She noticed he had reddened slightly. "Among other things."

"Really?" she joked. "Then are you an expert?"

"Now, I wouldn't say an EXPERT, but I've experimented. There's not much I haven't tried," he said as he winked.

"Like a scientist?" she asked.

"Sure. If you want to."

"I am curious..."

"I mean, it takes a little...uhhhh...you have to sort of push your inhibitions aside."

"I know..." she laughed. "Do I STRAP this to me or WHAT?"

"Not EVERYONE is into self gratification, especially with an audience...." he said as he blushed a deeper shade. "Either that or you can use it by yourself."

"No fun," she pouted. He caught quick glances at her as he continued the drive home. "Besides I prefer the REAL thing."

"Well, not REALLY by yourself. I mean I would be there...."

"Watching me get off?" she asked.

"Well, it's whatever...." he trailed off. "But it would be fun.... If you're game."

Giggling, she flipped the switch and felt the piece vibrating with a buzz like an electric toothbrush. She pressed it against her arm and grinned, "This is like a massager."

"Damn loud model," Paul chuckled. He glanced at her, gauging her reaction.

"Or...I could use it on you..."

"I think I can use this to work out the knot in my shoulder," she joked, and held it to her shoulder, leaning forward in her seat. He felt his pants tightening.

"This thing is JUST like a massager," she giggled.

"Ohh, no!" he laughed loudly, "That wasn't exactly my idea."

"What was your big idea, genius?" she asked.

"But if you're not into it..." he regarded her with big brown eyes. Pressing it on his arm, she rubbed it up and down. He heard his cell phone ring and flipped the top up.

"F**cking Simmons," he muttered as he answered it. She clicked off the vibrator and shoved it back into her purse.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Gene's number," he mouthed, then said into the phone, "Yeah, I'm here."

"Gimme that," she said, grabbing the phone from him. He looked at her shocked, but developed a slow grin.

"You going to deal with him, my love?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "Hello, Gene?"

"Tryn?" came his startled voice.

"Gene... could you PLEASE hang up?" Trynia asked. "He said he didn't want to talk about it, and he's got a good reason not to."

"Look...I need to talk to him...." Gene protested.

"No, you don't," Trynia shook her head.

"I do. I really do. Tryn, just please," came Gene's frustrated reply.

"Look Gene, it's great you're concerned. But he doesn't WANT to talk. He doesn't want to RUIN things."

"Neither do I. I'm not calling to stir up shit. Promise."

"Gene... please..." Trynia pleaded. "I love you like a brother... just TRUST me."

"I can't stand when things aren't good between us!" Gene protested.

Paul watched her with dark eyes as she talked softly yet intently, "I'm begging you... Please... It isn't you. It's something else."

"I know," Gene sighed. "It's them."

"Yes," she sighed.

He chuckled softly, "She called him a freakin' flake."

"He said she shouldn't... abandon... you know..." she whispered. "Some people shouldn't leave..."

"What?"

"Gene, it's late and we don't want to say things we'd regret. So just please let it go, for my sake, and Paul's?"

"Sure whatever you want," Gene said sadly.

"Good night," she said, clicking the phone off. She glanced at Paul, who had just pulled up to the subdivision. Soberly they regarded each other, a silent shame in his eyes.

"I know what you're thinking baby," Paul said, stroking her cheek.

"You really can't run away from him..."

"Tryn, it's something we're going to have to deal with, but just not tonight, hon. Terri's not ready for it. She's got a long way to go, and she's just taken the first step. Hell, she admitted some stuff tonight to me that she never has before. The steel interior may finally be cracking."

"That is a start I guess," Trynia wiped away a tear, and set the phone down by Paul. Taking it, he put it in his back pocket.

"I'm going to try harder for you, Tryn," he said quietly as they entered the subdivision.

"I'm sorry,' she whispered, numb. "I wish I could somehow fix this..."

"You, my dear, have nothing to be sorry for. You're the only one in this messed up circle who doesn't, so enjoy it," he leaned down and kissed her slightly. She placed her hand on her stomach. The community guard smiled at the kiss, waving to them.