Page 101 of Eco-Activist's Mountain Men
At this news, the sheriff stops dead in his tracks, and his face drops. She might just as well have said she was the daughter of Bill Gates or David Rockefeller. Kingsley Wilder. Even I've heard of him. One of the top ten richest men in America, which means top ten richest in the world. Everyone knows about the charitable work of the Wilder Foundation, run by his wife, the ex-movie star, runway model, and renowned social beauty from the eighties, Lorenza De Angelis. I remember her as the pinup star of maybe half a dozen Italian thrillers plus a couple of French art films, followed by a Hollywood blockbuster or two before she married and walked away from the spotlight, retiring from the silver screen to focus on her foundation work.
Shit – those are her parents? She'd said her daddy was wealthy, but the penny hadn't dropped with me, and judging from the faces of Toby, Luke, and Eric, they are going through the same shock of discovery and realization as I am. Luna is fromthatfamily? No wonder she acts like a princess… she practicallyisa princess.
As if in a dream, the sheriff shakes her proffered hand, his eyes not quite able to look directly back into hers. "I… er… nice to meet you, ma'am."
"Oh, call me Laura, please, Dwayne. I am also a co-owner of and the Chief Revenue Officer for Mackenzie Forestry Services, and these four gentlemen here are the other co-owners. These two are Jack and Toby James, this here is Luke Williamson, and last but not least, here's Eric Kurtz. Eric is our secret weapon, and in fact, he's currently finishing his doctorate at Oregon StateUniversity before joining us full-time here as Chief Scientific Officer. Between the five of us, we own the company.
"Now, I guess you want to meet my would-be murderer and get some statements from us, Sheriff. I know how busy you must be, so I'll ask Luke and Toby if they'd be kind enough to show your two deputies to where we have the guy safely locked up, and perhaps Jack and I can answer any questions you might have in the meantime?"
"That will be fine, Miss… er… Ma'am… er… Laura." The sheriff takes off his cap to scratch his head, then remembers himself and recovers just in time. He is clearly as overwhelmed by the whole situation as I am. Luna, on the other hand, appears cool, composed, and entirely in her element.
"Here comes the press. Such a nuisance, aren't they, Dwayne? How could they possibly have known you were coming out here today? Did one of your junior staff give them the tip-off, do you think? Or were they just tracking you with a scanner? Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm sure we only want the truth to emerge. We certainly have a strange story to tell. It all started the day of the storm. Want to hear the full story, Dwayne?"
Caught like a deer in headlights, Sheriff Dwayne York just nods, and as the camera rolls and the sound man hovers with his overhead mic boom just out of shot, Luna tells the police and the media a sanitized and company-friendly version of all the relevant events since Luna arrived. Except the way she spins it, you'd swear she'd always been planning to buy the company. Kill Climate Change? Just a clever cover story to flush out Tim Collier, and the scary part? I can already tell people are going to believe it.
His role in the story, on the other hand, is very much at the fore and center of Luna's yarn, with emphasis placed on his deliberate acts of malice and his fraudulent attempts to buy Mackenzie for a knock-down price. Her presentation of the factsends as Luke and Eric arrive back with the two deputies, each holding an arm of our captive, Tim Collier, who looks at Luna and scowls. "You haven't seen the last of me, you ungrateful little bitch," he spits. I can see Luke's fist bunching in his pocket, so I hold out a calming hand and touch his arm, gently shaking my head, no. Sure, it's tempting to watch Luke pound his face to a pulp. It's not less than the guy deserves, after all. But something tells me that this isn't how Luna wants us to play things. It's not how it's done. Not in front of the media. It also says a lot about how Luke has grown and matured over the years. There'd been a time, not so long ago, when nothing would have stopped Luke from reacting with his fists. Now he just stands there, calm as anything. I'm proud of the boy.
The interviewer leans forward and manages to get a question in: "Miss Wilder, how is your mother reacting to the news that you have had your life threatened by this…"
"Mad lunatic?" Luna helps, smiling sweetly at the interviewer. "She's bearing up. Mommy has a core of steel, even though she hides it well under that beautifully sculpted figure of hers."
"Yeah," I think to myself. "Not to mention all the Botox treatments, that means she goes about with a permanent expression of slight surprise that socialites in that class always seem to end up with.
"But most importantly, let me jump to our good news. Let me tell you all about our plans at Mackenzie Services to become America's leading independent forestry services company. Our innovation and our commitment to sustainable best practices are two of the reasons why I am so very excited about our planned growth for the next five years. For example, our Chief Scientific Officer, Eric here, recently won an award for his research entitled "Drone-Assisted Monitoring for Sustainable Forest Management". We're already in early discussions withthe US Forestry Service about it, and with their approval, we aim to be going live with our drone program in early spring of next year…."
Amazed and impressed, Jack, Luke, Eric, and I can only stand back and secretly applaud how easy Luna makes talking to the media seem to be. She obviously has the gift, and the cameras obviously love her.
Eventually, both police and media seem to have gotten all the information they need, and they pack up and head off, the film crew into one chopper, the cops into the other, along with a still fuming but securely handcuffed Tim Collier.
For a few minutes, the yard is filled with the whoosh of helicopter blades and the steady, loudthudda, thudda, thuddaof their powerful engines. I watch, entranced, as, one after the other, they lift upwards, impossibly slowly at first, then picking up speed as they gain altitude and head back towards Portland and civilization.
"Fuck me." I hear Toby say. "I've been nailing the daughter of one of America's richest m—ow!" Luna smacks him hard on the arm.
"Making love, not nailing, thank you very much, Toby, you disgusting, misogynistic neanderthal. Anyway, what's Daddy got to do with it?"
"Hopefully nothing. But I tell you what—I could do with letting my hair down after all that excitement. The plunge pool's only a few minutes away, so what do you say we have another go, right now, just to check the old equipment's still working, eh?"
Luna pauses, head tilted, seemingly considering Toby's suggestion. Finally, she speaks. "I could do with a release after all that excitement. What better release than a fantastic orgasm? Come on… last one in the pool has to make supper!"
The water is surprisingly cool at first, and we swim and dive, splash and cavort, not willing to stay still until our bodies haveadapted to the plunge pool's temperature. Soon enough, though, we're warm enough in the water to do what we came to do.
I grab my chance—literally—and take hold of Luna by her delicate waist, pulling her to me in a passionate embrace, which she returns with equal fire. Our lips meet, and our tongues collide as we kiss like this really is our last day on Earth, and our final opportunity to make love.
I make way for Luke, who scoops her up in his huge arms and whirls her around, both of them laughing and splashing. His laughter is deep, hers wild and free, echoing against the rocks as if the world itself is celebrating with us. He quite literally throws Luna to Toby, who catches her with a bark of joy and nibbles at her ear lobes, making her squeal and squirm, the sound mingling with her helpless giggles. Before she knows it, she's been passed on to Eric, who holds her like she's the most precious thing on Earth—which indeed she is to all of us—and kisses her mouth and neck before sliding his lips down her wet skin to her firm, ripe little breasts, her nipples swollen into tight buds that he flicks with his tongue.
I come up behind her and lift her by the waist. She spreads herself wide, and my hardness probes and searches for the soft, wet entrance to her pussy. Finding it, I nudge the head of my cock inside and rest it there. Luna gasps, panting between kisses, before crying out, "Take me, Jack—I want you all the way inside. Do it, do it now."
Pushing forward with my hips, I feel the velvety clutch of her insides as she clings to my shaft, sensations surging so overwhelming that I almost stagger, but I regain my balance and push once more. Halfway in, and now I'm moaning with the sheer delight of it, her tightness gripping me, stroking me as I sink deeper. The sensation is wonderful, overwhelming—no words can truly describe it. And yet beyond the physical, Ifeel her surrendering to me, trusting me, her heartbeat fluttering against mine.
We build a rhythm together, as Eric holds her from the front, kissing her lips, her neck, her eyelids, her flushed cheeks. Her legs are spread behind her as I drive in further, then pull partway back, before pushing again. Each movement feels not just primal but tender, like a vow we're all silently making to her and to one another.
Soon, the three of us are moving as one, like parts of the same body, each of us in perfect harmony, thrusting, withdrawing, steadying ourselves against the water lapping all around us. Luke steps in, his fingers sliding down to her cock-filled pussy, moving upwards until he finds her clitoris. His other hand circles her breast and flicks her nipple, making her squeal, not from shock but from pure delight.
"Too much?"
"No," she pants. "Harder, harder."
Her breath is slamming out of her now as I quicken my pace, my cock fully withdrawing and plunging deep with each thrust, grinding my way inside her. My eyes roll back—I'm approaching that moment of no return. Suddenly, Luna stiffens, then bucks wildly in my arms, screaming her orgasm into the late afternoon sunshine.
