Lady in Red Pt. 02 Ch. 18

As Gwen and Steve were arriving at the hospital, Stephanie was once again receiving texts. This time they were from the company's web people back in the states.

"Oh! Look at this! There are photos of Gwen and Steve, with Cheryl, on the internet from just after the attack. They sure look like they were recently in a terrorist attack. Gwen has blood on her face, her hands, and running down her arm. It looks like her right eye is bloodshot, and her left eye is discolored, too!

"I'll forward the pictures to your phones. Steve's stomach has a couple of nasty looking slashes. He has a black eye forming and blood running down his wrist and hand."

"How does Gwen manage to lose her clothes during these incidents?" wondered Charlotte. "But if I looked like she does in my underwear, I'd never get dressed."

"I hope they let us out of here pretty soon," complained Ted. "I've lost my appetite and it's obvious the bride and groom won't be making an appearance. I'll feel better when I can see Gwen and decide for myself how she's doing."

"I never thought anything like this would happen when I boarded the jet to fly here," admitted a concerned Beatrice Patterson. "I hope that Gwen and Steve aren't badly injured. It must have been a horrible few minutes."

"Your grandson is a regular lightning rod for terrorists," offered Naomi. "I don't know why. They don't seem to last very long when he's around. You'd think they'd avoid him at all costs."

"That's why they keep trying," explained Jared. "Imagine if they had been able to kill Vlad, Steve, and Gwen in one swoop. I'm going to have a discussion with him about being smart, and safe. Just being friends with him is dangerous to some degree, not that I'd ever want to stop being their friend.

Everything was finally sorted out and it was determined that there was no threat at the banquet hall. Attendees were offered the option of enjoying the excellent reception dinner, or simply leaving. Several high ranking officials had indicated that they very much wanted the Americans to stay and enjoy the meal.

"I think we're representing the U.S. here, especially now that Gwen and Steve are temporarily unavailable," suggested Jordan. "I'm not an expert in international affairs like Steve is, but I do know that guests are expected to be gracious and considerate. I think we should stay and eat, and try to be good company."

"Jordan is correct," assured William Patterson. "This has been a huge embarrassment to the Russian government. If we leave now, we'll send a message that we're unwilling to help them attempt to save face, at least to some extent."

It turned out that the banquet was enjoyed thoroughly by all of the Americans. They were served seven courses and each one of them was perfectly prepared and delicious.

"Have you noticed how happy they are when we ask for seconds and smile a lot?" asked Billy. "Being in the food industry, I can tell you it's a great feeling when customers express their pleasure with the meal in a sincere fashion. This has been a great meal!"

Almost four hours after the wedding ceremony, the American contingent was delivered back at their hotel. Ted invited the men to stop in at the hotel bar for one drink. Surprised since Ted was not the type to have more than a couple drinks at a party, the guys quickly agreed. The ladies decided to change their clothes and meet in Paula's room to await news from Gwen. When they reached the eleventh floor, where their rooms were located, Paula decided that she would check to see if Gwen and Steve had returned.

"They gave me a key to their room, in case Ted and I wanted to enjoy the view, or other amenities while the kids were out," declared Paula with a slight blush as she made her way to their suite.

The possibility of seeing Gwen and Steve and hearing about their adventure was too great an attraction for the rest of the ladies to resist. When Paula swung the door open and entered the suite, the rest of her group was following closely.

"Please be quiet. If they're in, they could be sleeping," whispered Paula as she lightly knocked on the bedroom door. A scream from within suddenly pierced the silence. With great concern, Paula pushed the door open and rushed into the room, followed by as many others as could squeeze into the room behind her.

Gwen and Steve had been given VIP treatment at a local hospital. They were attended to immediately upon arrival. Gwen had watched the doctors work on Steve's cuts and was impressed with their skill level. It seemed unlikely that he would have any significant scarring on two cuts across his abdomen and several slices on his arm above his wrist.

They examined her eye and gave her drops to use as well as an eye patch. She was told to wear it for a week to protect her eye from light. It had been gouged in her struggle with the terrorist that she had eventually subdued. Gwen and Steve were both told that they could try ice on their blackening eyes, but the discoloration pretty much had to run its course.

Less than two hours after entering the hospital, the same policeman was giving Gwen, Cheryl, and Steve a ride back to their hotel.

"I have to get on my laptop and write to my parents and friends, and tell them that I'm okay," announced Cheryl. "They took my phone, so I can't call, but I can Skype from my room. Boy, will they be happy to hear from me!"

Steve and Gwen went directly to their suite, where, with Gwen's help, Steve carefully showered. The hospital had given Gwen some waterproof bandages which she skillfully taped over the stitches in Steve's abdomen and forearm. She then directed Steve as he placed a bandage over the stitches in her arm.

Forty minutes after reaching their hotel, the couple was naked on their king-size bed. It had been a traumatic day and the couple used each other to relieve their pent up stress. Their heightened emotions from the struggle earlier in the day increased their already healthy libidos. They eventually wound up in the classic 'sixty-nine' position with Gwen on top.

Perhaps because of the stress of the previous few hours, Steve brought Gwen to one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced with his fingers and tongue. She took his cock from her mouth to sound her great pleasure before quickly spinning around and positioning it at her very slick opening and enveloping him in one quick motion. She was aware that Steve was very close to an orgasm and she wanted his hard cock inside her when he came, knowing it would give her a second and even more intense orgasm. Unknown to either participant, Gwen's family and girlfriends entered the room at that exact moment.

Steve reached up and pinched her left nipple while he engulfed her right breast in his mouth and bit down on that bud as he pounded his cock upward into Gwen's quivering body. On his third stroke, Gwen exploded, and after a few more strokes, Steve joined her with a climax of his own.

That was the scene that greeted the women that had barged into Gwen's bedroom. Every last one of them stared in awe as Gwen appeared to howl as her body jerked, twitched, and trembled. Even as she was experiencing an incredibly intense orgasm, the group coming through her bedroom door vaguely caught her attention.

They watched as Gwen turned to face them, although she didn't appear to actually see them. She wore a patch over her right eye, while her left one appeared to have a deep purple color around it. The strangest thing was that her eyeball was turned upward in her skull as it fluttered opened and closed. She gave no indication that she knew they were there as she continued to moan and tremble in Steve's arms.

All good things eventually come to an end. After what seemed like a minute of enjoying la petite mort, Gwen dropped down on top of Steve and went quiet as Steve's left hand gently came around to caress Gwen's back and buttocks. After several seconds, Gwen lifted her head slightly to once again gaze at her stunned audience with her blackened, but uncovered eye.

"Darling, we have company," observed Gwen in a stage whisper.

Steve's face was completely hidden by Gwen's long hair. He suddenly stopped his caresses and asked, "What do you mean by company? Did you hear someone knock on the door?"

"Actually, our bedroom seems to be full of people; like my mother, your grandmother, Jordan, Naomi, Stephanie, my sisters,... well you get the idea."

"Do they look angry, or upset?"

"If I had to describe their appearance, 'stunned' would be the word I'd use," replied Gwen with a grin as she found Steve's lips and kissed him long and hard.

"Hey, get a room!" demanded Kate. "Oh, never mind. I guess you already have one, crowded as it may be."

Like a dam bursting, the women all suddenly decided to rush over to Gwen as they asked her a dozen questions at once. Steve felt the bed bounce as people began perching on the edge of the mattress.

"We're trying to talk to Gwen," laughed Lisa as her gaze swept over Steve's nude body. "I don't know what you think you're doing here, Steve, but you need to get that thing covered up and go someplace with the guys. I just hope my sister hasn't suffered irreparable brain damage!"

"What brain?" asked Ashley. "I think Steve just screwed her brains out!"

"Did everyone see Gwen's one eye flutter and turn up into her skull?" asked Jordan. "That was scary!"

Unable to pull the sheets up to cover himself with so many women sitting on them, Steve simply eased to the end of the bed, stood up, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door.

The ladies had gone silent as they watched Steve's retreat. "Gwen, you're the luckiest woman in the world!" proclaimed Stephanie with a blush.

"The guy that just sauntered to the bathroom came from your gene pool, Beatrice" observed Charlotte. "Even with the bandages and bruises, he's still quite pleasing to the eye, at least to most females."

"He certainly is masculine, isn't he?" agreed Beatrice as her gaze lingered on the door Steve had just closed. "I think he must have inherited that physique from his father, who I never met because I was a foolish woman placing social position above love and family. I'm fortunate that Gwen believed that I should have the opportunity to redeem myself, however late it may have been."

"I'm sorry that we intruded on your personal time, Gwen" apologized Paula as she changed the subject. "Are you annoyed at us? We were all worried about you. You didn't tell Lisa very much about the attack, or your injuries."

"Annoyed?" grinned Gwen. "I feel extremely mellow and, I guess 'satisfied' would be the term. I don't think anyone could spoil my mood right now. Besides, you guys are here because you love me and worry about me. That makes me feel pretty good."

"Here are some tissues, Sis," offered Kate. "You might want to clean up a little down there. Steve's hogging the bathroom. I'll find a shirt and panties in your luggage so you won't scandalize Steve's grandmother."

"Don't worry about me, My Dear!" responded Beatrice Patterson. "This reminds me of the Christmas my parents decided to secretly leave presents under our tree the first year we were married. They had a key in case they needed to get into our apartment for any reason. William and I were up early that morning and my parents caught us in 'flagrante delicto' on the living room carpet. I reacted much like Gwen just did. It was our home and we sure weren't going to apologize for our actions. Luckily, I was also feeling quite content by the time we were interrupted, if you know what I mean."

"Were you howling at the moon and rolling your one eye back into your skull like Sis just did?" teased Kate.

"I remember being quite vocal, but I doubt I ever had a climax like we just witnessed. I never knew it was even possible," admitted Beatrice. "I thought it was dreamed up by romance writers."

"Could we forget about the great sex and find out how badly Gwen's hurt, why she's wearing an eye patch, and exactly what happened to her and Steve this afternoon?" asked Paula impatiently.

"It's pretty obvious," chuckled Ashley. "They were role playing. Gwen was a pirate wench being punished for not swabbing Steve's deck properly."

"But she did surrender her booty!" pointed out Kate as everyone broke into laughter.

"Yeah, she had a treasure buried pretty deep," added Lisa to even more laughter.

"And did I hear Steve call those big boobs his pleasure chest?" teased Naomi.

"I have never been around so many jealous, catty women in my life!" responded Gwen as she struggled to keep a straight face. "Next time we'll sell tickets. If you want to learn how it's done correctly, it's going to cost you."

"I want season tickets!" replied Stephanie immediately. "That was amazing. I'd love to watch and learn how to make those noises and roll my good eye back into my head."

"Which brings me back to Gwen's eye," insisted Paula. "Why are you wearing a patch? Did you get a serious injury? You have stitches on your arm! How badly were you hurt? And no more jokes!"

As Paula finished her question, Steve walked out of the bathroom fully dressed. He walked over to Gwen and leaned down to kiss her as the other ladies watched closely. He gave her left breast a little squeeze as he stood back up, nodded to everyone, and started for the door. Paula caught him before he was able to leave the room.

"It looked like you were annoyed at our poorly timed intrusion," began Paula. "We never meant to embarrass you and Gwen, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions. We were concerned about how badly you two were injured. When Gwen made those 'sounds', I thought she was hurting and rushed in. It was my fault and I apologize."

Steve studied Paula's face for a few seconds before he responded. "You're a wonderful mother, as well as a beautiful woman. I can't stay upset with you, or the other girls. I was irked for a little while, but I heard everyone joking with Gwen and I see how happy she is with her friends and family around her. You gave me Gwen, and I'll never be able to repay you, so tease and embarrass me as much as you want. I'll never feel anything but love for you."

Steve bent and kissed a surprised Paula on the cheek and left the room. Paula touched her hand to her cheek as she slowly turned to face the other women in the room.

"Mom! Do I see your eyes rolling back into your head?" asked Kate to the delight of everyone else. "I'd go apologize to the big lug, but I know I'd probably wind up howling and embarrassing myself."

"I'll say it again. Gwen, you're the luckiest woman in the world," blurted Stephanie. "Aunt Paula's still recovering."

"He's amazing, isn't he?" agreed Gwen before she turned serious and began relating that day's events.

Steve stepped into the hallway just as Ted and the others were stepping off the elevator. They quickly followed Steve back into his suite, but avoided entering the bedroom where the women were chattering loudly.

Chip caught bits of the conversation and began to make wisecracks about Steve and Gwen's recovery efforts. Soon Jason and Jared joined in, busting Steve's balls.

"Guys! Gwen's father is sitting right there. Would you show him some respect and change the subject," requested Steve, hoping to end the wise cracks.

"Don't let me spoil your fun," laughed Ted. "I can go back to my room and take a nap or something."

Realizing that Steve had a point about Ted being Gwen's father, Chip decided to end his jokes. He didn't want Kate's father to think poorly of him. "Are they knife wounds on your stomach and forearm?"

That was all it took to get the men discussing the events at the bridal reception. Steve made sure to stress how Gwen had beaten up a female terrorist and saved Vlad's life by performing a tracheotomy. Everyone was properly impressed.

"This seems like a good time to bring up something I think you need to take even more seriously," stated Jared. "The wall is being built around our homes back in Sparta, and that'll help keep our ladies safe when they're home, but I think you need a security detail. Chip and Pete do great jobs, but they're only two guys and we have a lot of wonderful ladies that we want safe all of the time."

"I've been thinking about that, too," agreed Steve. "We need enough people that we're able to have all of the women, and kids, protected. I was thinking of asking Chip to look into hiring enough good people to keep everyone as safe as possible."

"I'd like to make a suggestion," offered Jason. "I feel pretty capable of taking care of myself, as well as my family when I'm with them. It's when I'm not with them that I worry. I don't think any of us guys needs, nor wants, any special security, but we feel the women and kids need it.

"I think all of our loved ones should have self defense lessons, as well as learn to use firearms and become permitted to carry. I also think it would be best if we hired mostly females for the security. We have some beautiful women in our group. In fact, they're all beautiful. I don't want big, macho guys hanging around Lisa and Theresa. I'd prefer capable females. They could travel into bathrooms and bedrooms with them and we wouldn't have to worry that we might have the proverbial fox watching the hen house."

"Or, in this case, some jerk watching the foxes," added Jared. "I agree with Jason. We men don't need security, but the women do and I'd feel better if Naomi didn't have a bunch of men being paid to eye her up every time she bent over to pick up a pen."

"All of a sudden I have this image in my head," admitted Billy. "I can't seem to shake it. Seriously, though, I've been carrying a gun for years. We push a lot of money through our business and it pays to be prepared. I never had the pleasure of learning any fighting skills in the service, so I took some classes. I couldn't take out any of you guys, but most muggers and thieves would regret taking me on."

"This is a great time to make some changes," stated Chip. "I've been talking to my Dad and I've agreed to help him with the family business. I love Kate to death, but just hanging around her, even if it's protecting her, isn't a real job for me. It's like being paid to be her boyfriend.

"Dad wants to expand into the Sparta area and across the state. I've agreed to be in charge of the expansion. I want Kate safe, but hate to think of a bunch of guys hanging around her. I guess I sound insecure," admitted Chip.

"Since Chip's starting a new career and he's going be busy, do you think you'd have the time to head up this project, Charlie?" asked Steve. "I know how much you have on your plate, but this is pretty important. What do you think?"

"I'd be glad to take the lead on this, to be honest," responded Charlie. Jordan's going to tell the girls that she's..."

Loud screams and cheers from the next room suddenly drowned Charlie's voice out. Grinning, he waited for the noise level to drop before he resumed speaking.

"My guess is that Jordan just announced that she's pregnant," stated Charlie with a crooked grin. "We're going to back way off on touring this year and concentrate on the movie, writing music, and maybe some TV shows and commercials."

That was as far as Charlie managed before he was mobbed by his friends. They clapped him on the back and shook his hand.

"That's really great!" praised Steve. "You two will be the best parents possible. Our family keeps getting bigger. I bet Jordan's over the moon happy. This is going to make Gwen jealous. She's afraid that everyone's going to start a family before we do."

"Well, if that pathetic performance I heard the ladies discussing is any indication, the poor girl will never get pregnant," stated Chip with a straight face. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you don't have any idea how to make love to a woman. I should take you under my wing and give you some pointers."