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fredbassettTitle : Crow on the Cradle, Part 6 of 15
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Stephen/Ryan, Lester/Lyle, Cutter, Claudia, Abby, Connor, OCs.
Disclaimer : Not mine (except all OCs), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lyle’s mother is on the scent of a story and it looks increasingly like the ARC team aren’t the only ones with knowledge of the anomalies.
A/N : this is my first official Primeval Big Bang! With many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lukadreaming for incomparable beta work and for holding my paw throughout a very long writing process. The total word count is 51,277 and I will be posting in 15 parts.
Lester drove his Mercedes carefully down a rutted track and brought it to a halt in front of a large house in serious need of some exterior redecoration. The minute he turned the car engine off, the car was surrounded by what looked suspiciously like an entire pack of beagles, all barking enthusiastically. He was immediately glad Lyle had insisted on him wearing nothing more elaborate than a pair of old jeans and a casual sweater.
“Get down, you little buggers!” The voice belonged to an attractive woman in her early 60s, dressed in a pair of brightly-coloured Indian print trousers, topped with a plain black silk shirt that had probably cost a fortune, but was now liberally coated with dog hair. Her hair, honey-blonde heavily intermixed with grey, was held back in a loose pony-tail from a face wholly devoid of make-up. A pair of clear blue eyes surveyed Lester appraisingly. “You must be James. Why don’t we send Jon off for a walk with the dogs and you can tell me what on earth you see in him?”
“No bloody way,” Lyle retorted, giving the woman a hug. “Last time I took your dogs for a walk they dragged me over half of Surrey in pursuit of the local wildlife. Hello, Madge.”
“Hello, Jon. Come on, lunch is in the oven. We can have drinks in the conservatory while we rip the Official Secrets Act into small strips and use it to line the rats’ cages.”
“Bred any new ones recently?”
“I can show you some beautiful Cinnamon Chinchillas. And before you say it, no, that isn’t a type of biscuit. One of them took best of breed at the Bath and West Show last week.”
To Lester’s surprise, the house was immaculately clean, with not a single dog hair or rat in sight. Madge Boulter handed them both a cold beer and then excused herself for a moment to change. The dog hairs were apparently due to the fact that she had been outside grooming the beagles and had lost track of time. When she returned five minutes later she was wearing a loose silk dress, in a vivid turquoise shot with darker blue. Lester knew quality when he saw it.
She settled down in a large wicker chair and promptly started to exchange gossip with Lyle while skilfully ensuring that Lester was drawn into as much of the conversation as possible. Lyle’s godmother proved to be an entertaining companion, even when she was interrogating Lester on his personal circumstances with a skill that wouldn’t have been out of place in a courtroom or a Russian prison. Lunch was excellent and afterwards, they retired to the conservatory for coffee.
Madge opened a box of Belgian chocolates, remarking to Lester, “He’s had a sweet tooth since he was a kid.” She directed a pointed look at Lyle. “You get it from your mother, don’t you, darling? Speaking of which, are you ever going to get to the point, Jon, or are we just going to spend the rest of the afternoon dancing around the subject like a couple of virgins on a first date?”
Lyle sighed and scratched absently at his thumbs. “I don’t care if she’s sworn you to secrecy, Madge, she’s up to her neck in something she shouldn’t be meddling with.”
“That’s the story of your mother’s life, darling.”
Lyle shook his head. “She’s spent at least half of her career in bloody war zones and it hasn’t had this effect on me.” He held up his thumbs, displaying reddened, obviously sore skin. “And before you say it, yes, I do know now what I’ve probably put her through in the past.”
“I was wondering when that realisation would finally sink in,” his godmother said with a wry smile. “Your mother is a very competent woman, Jon, and she has taken some precautions, you’ll be glad to know. If I don’t hear from her every 24 hours, I’m under instructions to tell you everything I know.”
Lyle closed his eyes for a moment, obviously fighting for control. When he finally spoke, his voice just sounded tired. “Madge, 24 hours could be 23 hours too late.”
“She’s my oldest friend, Jon. I’m not going to break her confidence at this stage.” Her blue eyes held an unmistakeable trace of concern, but Lester knew there was no chance of her giving Lyle the information he wanted to know. “Before you ask, I last heard from here on schedule this morning at 9am. She’s fine.”
Lyle stared ruefully down at his thumbs. “Let’s hope she stays that way. Madge, if she is so much as one minute late checking in with you, I want to know about it, OK?”
She smiled and nodded. “Scouts’ honour.”
“You were thrown out of the Brownies for being a disruptive influence.”
“Trust me, I’m a retired journalist.”
Lyle grinned and shook his head. “Nice try, but no dice.” He swiped a handful of chocolates and finally allowed his godmother to change the subject.
By the time they left, Lester was none the wiser about the whereabouts of his lover’s mother, but he knew an awful lot more about fancy rats than he had done when they’d arrived.
The drive back to Lester’s flat was mostly accomplished in silence. Lyle was tense and Lester knew his lover was not reassured by the precautions apparently taken by his absent parent. As they walked through the door of the flat, Lyle’s mobile let out a shrill bleep. He started at the screen for a moment and a look of concern settled on his face as he accepted the call and demanded, “Henry, have you heard from her?”
The caller was clearly Henry Rossington, Julia’s fourth husband. Lester hadn’t met him but he knew Lyle thought highly of the man.
Lyle expression morphed rapidly from concern into totally incredulity. “How much?” He listened for a moment, then closed his eyes, looking like he wanted to bang his head against the pale gold wallpaper. “I’m sorry, Henry, I didn’t get anything useful out of Madge other than the fact that mother phoned her this morning and sounded fine… No, I’m as much in the dark as you are. You can try Madge if you like, but you know what she’s like. She goes back too far with mother for her to take a blind bit of notice of either of us.” He laughed, but the sound was dry and humourless. “For what it’s worth, I certainly don’t think she’s got a bit on the side. What did you tell the bank?”
Lester’s eyebrows shot up, both at the thought that the formidable Julia Denton might have been having an affair and at the mention of a bank. He waited with barely concealed impatience for Lyle to finish the call and then demanded, “What the hell has she done now?”
“Withdrawn two million pounds from their joint account.” Lyle’s voice was oddly flat, wholly at odds with the tension radiating from his body.
The soldier kicked his shoes off and headed straight for the kitchen where he flipped the top off a bottle of beer and drained it without speaking. With alcohol obviously the order of the day, Lester poured a large gin and tonic and sipped it thoughtfully, waiting for his lover to reveal what else his stepfather had told him.
“The money was paid into an account in the Cayman Islands. They’d already spoken to mother and she’d verified the transaction.”
“So why did they call Henry?”
“The bank manager is an old friend of his. And before you ask, Henry’s already trying to trace where the money has gone using his financial contacts and if he can’t do it, nobody can. He says he’s now got to the stage of calling in a few favours, so he hasn’t given up yet.”
Lester took another mouthful of his drink. Two million pounds was a lot of money, Lyle didn’t need to be told that, but Lester also had a rough idea how much capital Julia Denton and her current husband had between them and, even in the current financial climate, the withdrawal would barely put a dent in the couple’s net worth.
“Do you think she’s been kidnapped?” Lester watched as Lyle flipped the top off another beer, obviously struggling to come to grips with the latest news.
Lyle shook his head. “Hell, no. If that was the case, they’d have taken a lot more than two million quid.” He took another swig of beer and then slammed the bottle down hard on the kitchen counter. “I’m going to bloody kill her when I catch up with her – providing some other bugger doesn’t beat me to it.”
Lester finished his drink and pulled Lyle into a hug. His lover was wound as tight as a spring, but it was a measure of Lyle’s agitation that he didn’t resist, simply pillowing his head on Lester’s shoulder and allowing himself to be held. Lester slipped his arms around Lyle’s waist and tried to gauge how best to relieve the other man’s tension.
“Bed?” he asked matter-of-factly, having had some experience in the past of dealing with the stresses associated with a lover in Her Majesty’s Special Forces, even though, judging by Lyle’s showing the other night, the current problems were possibly a little too close to home for the soldier to want to let off steam by means of a good, hard shag.
Lyle lifted his head from Lester’s shoulder and managed a grin. “Well, there’s bugger all we can do until Henry rings back, so yeah, let’s see whether mother’s bloody antics have put a permanent downer on my sex life or not.”
Half an hour later, Lester was beginning to regret his suggestion. In spite of his best efforts Lyle was still no more than half-hard. He raised his head from his lover’s cock and quirked one eyebrow questioningly. “Jon?”
Lyle sighed theatrically, but Lester knew him well enough to spot an act when he was treated to one. “Just fuck me, sweetie,” Lyle muttered with a brittle edge to his voice that made Lester’s stomach clench.
Lester was debating whether to simply give up on the idea of releasing Lyle’s tension in the time-honoured manner when Lyle reached up and pulled him down into an open-mouthed kiss. It was a kiss that tasted of beer and desperation. He kissed back hard, his hands running over Lyle’s chest as he ground their hips together and forced his tongue into his lover’s mouth, his cock pressing against Lyle’s groin. Lyle spread his legs in mute invitation.
Lester pulled back and grabbed the lubricant from the bedside table. He settled Lyle’s hips on his thighs, slicked his cock and pressed it up against the soldier’s hole. He hesitated, knowing that he should take his time, but the look of raw need on Lyle’s face said more than words ever could. Lester took his weight on one hand forcing Lyle’s thighs back as he gripped his own cock with his other hand and pushed it past the tight ring of muscle with no attempt at preparation.
The breath left Lyle’s lungs in one ragged gasp and he lifted his hips to meet Lester’s thrust in mute encouragement. Lester steadied himself and started to drive himself into his lover’s body. To his surprise, instead of wilting further under the stretch and burn of penetration, Lyle’s cock twitched against his stomach and started to swell. Lester took heart from that and continued his assault on Lyle’s clearly willing body. It wasn’t often that Lyle actually sought out the added spice of pain in their love-making, but it was clear to Lester that he was hitting the spot at the moment in more ways than one.
Underneath him, Lyle pushed back hard, meeting each thrust with a slight grunt. His eyes were closed now and Lester watched him moisten dry lips with his tongue. He leaned forwards and captured Lyle’s lips in a messy and uncoordinated kiss. Lyle groaned into his mouth and bucked his hips again, his now-hard cock sliding over the taut skin of Lester’s stomach and leaving a trail of pre-come behind.
Lyle was close to climax and Lester could practically taste his arousal. He thrust his tongue into the soldier’s mouth, then pulled back to rub his face against the stubble on Lyle’s chin, nipping and pulling at his lover’s earlobe with his teeth. Lester could feel his own release start to coil low in his belly but he couldn’t spare a hand to help drag Lyle over the edge with him. He bit down on his own lower lip, hoping to stave off his orgasm long enough to ensure Lyle came first but his lover’s body was tight around his cock and Lester couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gasped apology, he thrust hard, hoping to hit Lyle’s prostate and trigger his climax.
As Lester’s come filled his lover’s arse, he tried to shift position to get a hand on Lyle’s cock to bring him off. At the same time, the mobile phone Lyle had deposited on the bedside table suddenly let out its siren call. Lyle’s eyes flew open and his cock suddenly pulsed, sending thick come spurting onto the hard planes of his stomach.
Lester pulled back, panting, as Lyle twisted onto his side and grabbed the phone. “Henry?” It was measure of the soldier’s enviable fitness that he was able to bring his breathing under control almost immediately. Lyle listened for a moment then laughed and this time the sound held a note of something approaching genuine humour. “Thanks. Yes, that’s useful. I’ll keep you posted…. try not to worry.”
Lyle ended the call and stared up at Lester, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes looked almost black. “Henry’s drawn a blank so far on the destination of the funds, but he’s come good with something else. He’s had a computer whizz-kid going over mother’s lap-top and the lad’s pulled off some notes that she obviously thought she’d deleted. He’s found details of a company specialising in very upmarket holidays.”
“For two million quid I imagine the destinations are a bit more exotic than the Galapagos,” commented Lester, reaching for a tissue to clean them both up. His heart was still hammering in his chest from the force of his orgasm and he wasn’t doing anywhere near as good a job as Lyle at controlling his breathing.
Lyle nodded. “Our Mr Mason has obviously got a sense of humour.” He paused and Lester tilted his head on one side questioningly. “The company is called Gallifrey Ventures,” Lyle told him.
And though he liked to pretend to the contrary, Lester was familiar enough with popular culture not to need Connor to explain the significance of that name.
There was now no doubt at all in either of their minds what sort of holiday Ed Mason was offering.
* * * * *
Ed Mason put the phone down, allowing a small smile of satisfaction to curve his lips.
On the other side of the desk, Carl Dewar leaned back in his chair, long legs in black trousers stretched out in front of him. “Good news?”
Mason nodded. “The last of the transfers has arrived. I do believe it’s time for a small celebration. Shall we join our guests in the library for a pre-dinner drink?”
“For the sort of money you’re paying, I imagine I can manage to dredge up some small-talk,” he drawled.
“I don’t think you’ll find it too difficult,” Mason commented. “Some of them are almost as keen on guns as you are.”
Dewar grinned. “Just as long as you remember that the guests aren’t the only ones who’ve been promised a crack at the good stuff.”
“I think you’ll find there’s plenty to go round, Dewar.” Mason stood up and swept out of the room, feeling the warm glow of satisfaction that came with being £20 million richer than he had been that morning.
The money would more than cover the exorbitant salaries of Dewar and his men, plus the crates of vintage champagne his guests would no doubt consume in the course of the evening. Mason’s investment in Farnley Hall was about to start paying some very serious dividends.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Stephen/Ryan, Lester/Lyle, Cutter, Claudia, Abby, Connor, OCs.
Disclaimer : Not mine (except all OCs), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lyle’s mother is on the scent of a story and it looks increasingly like the ARC team aren’t the only ones with knowledge of the anomalies.
A/N : this is my first official Primeval Big Bang! With many thanks to
lukadreaming for incomparable beta work and for holding my paw throughout a very long writing process. The total word count is 51,277 and I will be posting in 15 parts.Lester drove his Mercedes carefully down a rutted track and brought it to a halt in front of a large house in serious need of some exterior redecoration. The minute he turned the car engine off, the car was surrounded by what looked suspiciously like an entire pack of beagles, all barking enthusiastically. He was immediately glad Lyle had insisted on him wearing nothing more elaborate than a pair of old jeans and a casual sweater.
“Get down, you little buggers!” The voice belonged to an attractive woman in her early 60s, dressed in a pair of brightly-coloured Indian print trousers, topped with a plain black silk shirt that had probably cost a fortune, but was now liberally coated with dog hair. Her hair, honey-blonde heavily intermixed with grey, was held back in a loose pony-tail from a face wholly devoid of make-up. A pair of clear blue eyes surveyed Lester appraisingly. “You must be James. Why don’t we send Jon off for a walk with the dogs and you can tell me what on earth you see in him?”
“No bloody way,” Lyle retorted, giving the woman a hug. “Last time I took your dogs for a walk they dragged me over half of Surrey in pursuit of the local wildlife. Hello, Madge.”
“Hello, Jon. Come on, lunch is in the oven. We can have drinks in the conservatory while we rip the Official Secrets Act into small strips and use it to line the rats’ cages.”
“Bred any new ones recently?”
“I can show you some beautiful Cinnamon Chinchillas. And before you say it, no, that isn’t a type of biscuit. One of them took best of breed at the Bath and West Show last week.”
To Lester’s surprise, the house was immaculately clean, with not a single dog hair or rat in sight. Madge Boulter handed them both a cold beer and then excused herself for a moment to change. The dog hairs were apparently due to the fact that she had been outside grooming the beagles and had lost track of time. When she returned five minutes later she was wearing a loose silk dress, in a vivid turquoise shot with darker blue. Lester knew quality when he saw it.
She settled down in a large wicker chair and promptly started to exchange gossip with Lyle while skilfully ensuring that Lester was drawn into as much of the conversation as possible. Lyle’s godmother proved to be an entertaining companion, even when she was interrogating Lester on his personal circumstances with a skill that wouldn’t have been out of place in a courtroom or a Russian prison. Lunch was excellent and afterwards, they retired to the conservatory for coffee.
Madge opened a box of Belgian chocolates, remarking to Lester, “He’s had a sweet tooth since he was a kid.” She directed a pointed look at Lyle. “You get it from your mother, don’t you, darling? Speaking of which, are you ever going to get to the point, Jon, or are we just going to spend the rest of the afternoon dancing around the subject like a couple of virgins on a first date?”
Lyle sighed and scratched absently at his thumbs. “I don’t care if she’s sworn you to secrecy, Madge, she’s up to her neck in something she shouldn’t be meddling with.”
“That’s the story of your mother’s life, darling.”
Lyle shook his head. “She’s spent at least half of her career in bloody war zones and it hasn’t had this effect on me.” He held up his thumbs, displaying reddened, obviously sore skin. “And before you say it, yes, I do know now what I’ve probably put her through in the past.”
“I was wondering when that realisation would finally sink in,” his godmother said with a wry smile. “Your mother is a very competent woman, Jon, and she has taken some precautions, you’ll be glad to know. If I don’t hear from her every 24 hours, I’m under instructions to tell you everything I know.”
Lyle closed his eyes for a moment, obviously fighting for control. When he finally spoke, his voice just sounded tired. “Madge, 24 hours could be 23 hours too late.”
“She’s my oldest friend, Jon. I’m not going to break her confidence at this stage.” Her blue eyes held an unmistakeable trace of concern, but Lester knew there was no chance of her giving Lyle the information he wanted to know. “Before you ask, I last heard from here on schedule this morning at 9am. She’s fine.”
Lyle stared ruefully down at his thumbs. “Let’s hope she stays that way. Madge, if she is so much as one minute late checking in with you, I want to know about it, OK?”
She smiled and nodded. “Scouts’ honour.”
“You were thrown out of the Brownies for being a disruptive influence.”
“Trust me, I’m a retired journalist.”
Lyle grinned and shook his head. “Nice try, but no dice.” He swiped a handful of chocolates and finally allowed his godmother to change the subject.
By the time they left, Lester was none the wiser about the whereabouts of his lover’s mother, but he knew an awful lot more about fancy rats than he had done when they’d arrived.
The drive back to Lester’s flat was mostly accomplished in silence. Lyle was tense and Lester knew his lover was not reassured by the precautions apparently taken by his absent parent. As they walked through the door of the flat, Lyle’s mobile let out a shrill bleep. He started at the screen for a moment and a look of concern settled on his face as he accepted the call and demanded, “Henry, have you heard from her?”
The caller was clearly Henry Rossington, Julia’s fourth husband. Lester hadn’t met him but he knew Lyle thought highly of the man.
Lyle expression morphed rapidly from concern into totally incredulity. “How much?” He listened for a moment, then closed his eyes, looking like he wanted to bang his head against the pale gold wallpaper. “I’m sorry, Henry, I didn’t get anything useful out of Madge other than the fact that mother phoned her this morning and sounded fine… No, I’m as much in the dark as you are. You can try Madge if you like, but you know what she’s like. She goes back too far with mother for her to take a blind bit of notice of either of us.” He laughed, but the sound was dry and humourless. “For what it’s worth, I certainly don’t think she’s got a bit on the side. What did you tell the bank?”
Lester’s eyebrows shot up, both at the thought that the formidable Julia Denton might have been having an affair and at the mention of a bank. He waited with barely concealed impatience for Lyle to finish the call and then demanded, “What the hell has she done now?”
“Withdrawn two million pounds from their joint account.” Lyle’s voice was oddly flat, wholly at odds with the tension radiating from his body.
The soldier kicked his shoes off and headed straight for the kitchen where he flipped the top off a bottle of beer and drained it without speaking. With alcohol obviously the order of the day, Lester poured a large gin and tonic and sipped it thoughtfully, waiting for his lover to reveal what else his stepfather had told him.
“The money was paid into an account in the Cayman Islands. They’d already spoken to mother and she’d verified the transaction.”
“So why did they call Henry?”
“The bank manager is an old friend of his. And before you ask, Henry’s already trying to trace where the money has gone using his financial contacts and if he can’t do it, nobody can. He says he’s now got to the stage of calling in a few favours, so he hasn’t given up yet.”
Lester took another mouthful of his drink. Two million pounds was a lot of money, Lyle didn’t need to be told that, but Lester also had a rough idea how much capital Julia Denton and her current husband had between them and, even in the current financial climate, the withdrawal would barely put a dent in the couple’s net worth.
“Do you think she’s been kidnapped?” Lester watched as Lyle flipped the top off another beer, obviously struggling to come to grips with the latest news.
Lyle shook his head. “Hell, no. If that was the case, they’d have taken a lot more than two million quid.” He took another swig of beer and then slammed the bottle down hard on the kitchen counter. “I’m going to bloody kill her when I catch up with her – providing some other bugger doesn’t beat me to it.”
Lester finished his drink and pulled Lyle into a hug. His lover was wound as tight as a spring, but it was a measure of Lyle’s agitation that he didn’t resist, simply pillowing his head on Lester’s shoulder and allowing himself to be held. Lester slipped his arms around Lyle’s waist and tried to gauge how best to relieve the other man’s tension.
“Bed?” he asked matter-of-factly, having had some experience in the past of dealing with the stresses associated with a lover in Her Majesty’s Special Forces, even though, judging by Lyle’s showing the other night, the current problems were possibly a little too close to home for the soldier to want to let off steam by means of a good, hard shag.
Lyle lifted his head from Lester’s shoulder and managed a grin. “Well, there’s bugger all we can do until Henry rings back, so yeah, let’s see whether mother’s bloody antics have put a permanent downer on my sex life or not.”
Half an hour later, Lester was beginning to regret his suggestion. In spite of his best efforts Lyle was still no more than half-hard. He raised his head from his lover’s cock and quirked one eyebrow questioningly. “Jon?”
Lyle sighed theatrically, but Lester knew him well enough to spot an act when he was treated to one. “Just fuck me, sweetie,” Lyle muttered with a brittle edge to his voice that made Lester’s stomach clench.
Lester was debating whether to simply give up on the idea of releasing Lyle’s tension in the time-honoured manner when Lyle reached up and pulled him down into an open-mouthed kiss. It was a kiss that tasted of beer and desperation. He kissed back hard, his hands running over Lyle’s chest as he ground their hips together and forced his tongue into his lover’s mouth, his cock pressing against Lyle’s groin. Lyle spread his legs in mute invitation.
Lester pulled back and grabbed the lubricant from the bedside table. He settled Lyle’s hips on his thighs, slicked his cock and pressed it up against the soldier’s hole. He hesitated, knowing that he should take his time, but the look of raw need on Lyle’s face said more than words ever could. Lester took his weight on one hand forcing Lyle’s thighs back as he gripped his own cock with his other hand and pushed it past the tight ring of muscle with no attempt at preparation.
The breath left Lyle’s lungs in one ragged gasp and he lifted his hips to meet Lester’s thrust in mute encouragement. Lester steadied himself and started to drive himself into his lover’s body. To his surprise, instead of wilting further under the stretch and burn of penetration, Lyle’s cock twitched against his stomach and started to swell. Lester took heart from that and continued his assault on Lyle’s clearly willing body. It wasn’t often that Lyle actually sought out the added spice of pain in their love-making, but it was clear to Lester that he was hitting the spot at the moment in more ways than one.
Underneath him, Lyle pushed back hard, meeting each thrust with a slight grunt. His eyes were closed now and Lester watched him moisten dry lips with his tongue. He leaned forwards and captured Lyle’s lips in a messy and uncoordinated kiss. Lyle groaned into his mouth and bucked his hips again, his now-hard cock sliding over the taut skin of Lester’s stomach and leaving a trail of pre-come behind.
Lyle was close to climax and Lester could practically taste his arousal. He thrust his tongue into the soldier’s mouth, then pulled back to rub his face against the stubble on Lyle’s chin, nipping and pulling at his lover’s earlobe with his teeth. Lester could feel his own release start to coil low in his belly but he couldn’t spare a hand to help drag Lyle over the edge with him. He bit down on his own lower lip, hoping to stave off his orgasm long enough to ensure Lyle came first but his lover’s body was tight around his cock and Lester couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gasped apology, he thrust hard, hoping to hit Lyle’s prostate and trigger his climax.
As Lester’s come filled his lover’s arse, he tried to shift position to get a hand on Lyle’s cock to bring him off. At the same time, the mobile phone Lyle had deposited on the bedside table suddenly let out its siren call. Lyle’s eyes flew open and his cock suddenly pulsed, sending thick come spurting onto the hard planes of his stomach.
Lester pulled back, panting, as Lyle twisted onto his side and grabbed the phone. “Henry?” It was measure of the soldier’s enviable fitness that he was able to bring his breathing under control almost immediately. Lyle listened for a moment then laughed and this time the sound held a note of something approaching genuine humour. “Thanks. Yes, that’s useful. I’ll keep you posted…. try not to worry.”
Lyle ended the call and stared up at Lester, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes looked almost black. “Henry’s drawn a blank so far on the destination of the funds, but he’s come good with something else. He’s had a computer whizz-kid going over mother’s lap-top and the lad’s pulled off some notes that she obviously thought she’d deleted. He’s found details of a company specialising in very upmarket holidays.”
“For two million quid I imagine the destinations are a bit more exotic than the Galapagos,” commented Lester, reaching for a tissue to clean them both up. His heart was still hammering in his chest from the force of his orgasm and he wasn’t doing anywhere near as good a job as Lyle at controlling his breathing.
Lyle nodded. “Our Mr Mason has obviously got a sense of humour.” He paused and Lester tilted his head on one side questioningly. “The company is called Gallifrey Ventures,” Lyle told him.
And though he liked to pretend to the contrary, Lester was familiar enough with popular culture not to need Connor to explain the significance of that name.
There was now no doubt at all in either of their minds what sort of holiday Ed Mason was offering.
* * * * *
Ed Mason put the phone down, allowing a small smile of satisfaction to curve his lips.
On the other side of the desk, Carl Dewar leaned back in his chair, long legs in black trousers stretched out in front of him. “Good news?”
Mason nodded. “The last of the transfers has arrived. I do believe it’s time for a small celebration. Shall we join our guests in the library for a pre-dinner drink?”
“For the sort of money you’re paying, I imagine I can manage to dredge up some small-talk,” he drawled.
“I don’t think you’ll find it too difficult,” Mason commented. “Some of them are almost as keen on guns as you are.”
Dewar grinned. “Just as long as you remember that the guests aren’t the only ones who’ve been promised a crack at the good stuff.”
“I think you’ll find there’s plenty to go round, Dewar.” Mason stood up and swept out of the room, feeling the warm glow of satisfaction that came with being £20 million richer than he had been that morning.
The money would more than cover the exorbitant salaries of Dewar and his men, plus the crates of vintage champagne his guests would no doubt consume in the course of the evening. Mason’s investment in Farnley Hall was about to start paying some very serious dividends.
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Date: 2011-06-13 03:17 pm (UTC)I love Lyle's family!
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Date: 2011-06-13 04:08 pm (UTC)I could actually see big game hunters being crazy enough to go through anomalies if they could, just so they could say they'd hunted the ultimate in creatures.
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Date: 2011-06-13 08:17 pm (UTC)Yep, I could definitely see that.
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Date: 2011-06-13 09:41 pm (UTC)*dissolves to a pink ooze on the carpet*
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Date: 2011-06-13 09:59 pm (UTC)And Auntie Madge and her pack of beagles is fantastic. *bg* I do love her subtly interrogating Lester...
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Date: 2011-06-13 10:00 pm (UTC)So, Mason's big money making scheme: the ultimate hunt in the past. Lots of money and fun, until the past eats you *g*
*purrs and pokes for more*
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Date: 2011-06-13 11:28 pm (UTC)Wow! Just wow! Loved Madge, she was so real (quixotic but real) that you could almost reach out and touch her.. just loved her to bits! Fab character!
Wow... hot sex! I think my brain is still melting out my ears right now.... EGADS! Brilliant.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEE DOCTOR WHO REFFERENCE!!!! :D :D :D I may be a total geek but YAY DW REF!
And is it really pathetic that I'd be inclined to cough up a couple mil if I had it to go on a trip like that? Okay, not so much to kill the animals, but just for a crack at going through... oh yeah.
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Date: 2011-06-14 07:45 am (UTC)*g* Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2011-06-14 09:07 am (UTC)Mason may find out he's bitten off more than he can chew, though! Excellent chapter.
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Date: 2011-06-16 10:09 am (UTC)I look forward to Lyle and Julia whipping Mason's arse ;)
Too bad they can't tap Madge's phone...
*Geeks out at the Dr Who ref*
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Date: 2011-06-18 08:17 pm (UTC)LOL, well, it wouldn't be much of a story if it didn't.
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:02 pm (UTC)Argh, sadly I have to put off continuing this till the weekend!
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