Louis Collins: A Post-American Odyssey

Louis closed the door and pulled Savannah into a deep kiss, his hands roaming over her body. She kissed him back just as passionately, pressing her tongue against his.

“I been waiting on this, Louis,” she said, her breath hot against his neck. “Been waiting a long time.”

“Me too, Savvy,” he said, burying his face in her hair. “I love you.”

“You know I love you too,” she said, sliding her hands under his shirt. “Now take your clothes off. I wanna see you.”

Louis pulled off his shirt and trousers, standing before her in his boxers. He looked at her, her curves filling out her jeans and T-shirt.

“Your turn,” he said.

Savannah smiled and slowly unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her legs. She took off her T-shirt, revealing a white lace bra. She reached behind her back and unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples dark and hard.

“You like what you see, Louis?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

Louis lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking greedily. Savannah gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. She smelled like vanilla and jasmine. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention.

“You’re making me wet, Louis,” she moaned.

“Good,” he said, kissing his way down her stomach. He knelt before her and saw a small wet patch on her pink lace panties.

“You’re already wet, Savvy,” he said, pressing a finger against the damp fabric. She shuddered.

“All for you,” she said, her legs slightly apart.

Louis took off her panties and saw her shaved pussy. He spread her lips with his fingers and saw her swollen clit. He leaned in and licked it.

“Oh, fuck, Louis,” she cried out, her knees trembling. “Don’t stop.”

Louis licked her again, tasting her juices. She was sweet and salty. He pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, positioning himself at her entrance. He entered her in one thrust, burying himself deep inside her.

“You feel so good, Savvy,” he groaned, starting to move. “So tight and wet.”

“It’s all for you, Louis,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around him. “I’m all yours.”

Louis started to fuck her hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He looked at her face, her eyes closed, her mouth open. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. His chest pressed against her breasts as he kept moving inside her.

“Faster,” she gasped.

He increased his pace, the bed shaking. He felt her pussy clench around him, her body trembling as she came.

“Louis,” she cried out, her nails digging into his back.

Louis kept going, the sweat dripping from his forehead onto her face. He thrust into her again and again, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. He felt his cock throb, and he came, flooding her with cum. He collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath.

Savannah ran her hands through his hair, her breathing heavy. “That was amazing, Louis.”

“Yeah,” he said, kissing her neck. “It was.”

The bathroom door opened. Donya came out with a towel wrapped around her body. Her face was flushed.

“You two were loud,” she said. “I could hear you from the bathroom.”

Louis rolled off Savannah and lay on his back. “You can join us. If you want.”

Donya looked down at his cock. “I wanted to give you some privacy. But I can’t help it. I touched myself in the shower.”

“Then come here,” Louis said.

Donya dropped her towel and climbed onto the bed. She straddled him, her pussy wet against his stomach. She leaned down and kissed him, her hands on his chest. He reached up and squeezed her breasts.

“You have amazing tits, Donya,” he said. “They’re so big and soft.”

“They’re all yours, Louis,” she said, moving over his cock and grinding against him. “Whenever you want them.”

Louis felt himself getting hard again.

“Keep going, Donya. I’m getting close.”

Donya started to move faster, her hips rocking. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. She moaned and ground against him. He looked at Savannah, who was watching them with a smile on her face. He could see the cum trickling down her inner thigh. The sight of it made him lose control. He came beneath Donya, spilling across his stomach. He lay back, panting.

“Did you just—” Donya asked, looking down.

“I did,” he said, laughing. “It’s all for you.”

Donya looked down. “You’re making a mess, Louis.”

“I’m a messy person, Donya.” Louis grinned. “You should know that by now.”

“I know,” she said, getting off him. “Let me clean you up.”

Donya went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. She wiped him clean, then wiped herself.

Savannah watched them, a lazy smile on her face. “Y’all real domestic.”

“Someone has to be,” Donya said, climbing back onto the bed.

Louis pulled Donya down and cuddled both her and Savannah. Donya’s breasts were warm against his arm. Savannah’s legs were entangled with his.

“Are you happy, Louis?” Donya asked.

“Yes,” he said. “Very happy.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I was worried about you tonight. After the shooting.”

“I’m okay,” he said. “I was a little scared, though.”

“I was too,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Can we talk about it now?”

“Sure,” he said, sitting up. “What’s on your mind, Donya?”

“I prayed for you, Louis,” she said, her voice soft. “When I was in the shower. I prayed that you would be safe. That we would find Brother John and save those girls. And that we would not hurt innocent people in the process.”

“I appreciate that, Donya,” he said, taking her hand. “But what we’re planning to do to the mechanics is not wrong. They are going to have a great vacation in Las Vegas. We are not hurting them.”

“I know,” Donya said. “But we are using our power to manipulate them for our own benefit.”

“For the benefit of our mission, Donya,” he said. “To find a terrorist. And to stop him from hurting more people.”

“But does the end justify the means, Louis?” Donya asked. “Where do we draw the line? Between what is right, and what is necessary?”

“I don’t know,” he said, sighing. “I really don’t. But I do know this. We are a family. And we protect each other. No matter what. Even if it means breaking laws and bending rules.”

Savannah laughed. “And launching missiles.”

Donya looked at her. “I’m serious, Savvy.”

“I know,” Savannah said. “And I’m with Louis. We do what we gotta do to win this game. Rules are different for us. We got more power, more resources, and more enemies.”

“That doesn’t make us right, though,” Donya said.

Louis sighed. “Alright, Donya. Let’s talk about ethics. What would you have us do?”

“I don’t know,” Donya said. “But not this. Not bribing people and sabotaging their property. We should find another way.”

“Like what?” Savannah asked. “Walk into Big Sky Beef and ask Hank if he knows some terrorist named Brother John? Ask him to point us toward a secret farm in the woods? He’d slam that door right in our face or worse.”

“We could have Olivia ask them,” Donya said. “She’s a government agent. She has the authority.”

“She’s a spy, Donya,” Savannah said. “The Central Union government ain’t our friend. They just neutral. And they don’t trust us.”

“Even so, she can help us,” Donya said.

“Maybe,” Louis said. “But she’s slow and bureaucratic. We don’t have time for that. We need to act fast. And with an advantage.” He paused. “Think of those girls, Donya. The ones at the Country Pleasures compound. They are being held captive. Abused. Brainwashed. We are their only hope. Can we afford to wait for the Central Union to follow its procedures?”

Donya’s face softened. “No. We can’t.”

“Then we do what we have to do,” Louis said. “We use our power. Our resources. And our creativity. To find them. And to save them.”

“Okay, Louis,” Donya said. “I understand. I don’t like it. But I understand.”

“I know you don’t,” he said, kissing her cheek. “I wish I could be more righteous. Just for you. But I can’t. Not in this world.”

“I know,” Donya said, snuggling against him. “I will keep praying for you and for us. For guidance. And for forgiveness.”

“I’ll take it,” Louis said. “Those who oppose us should be grateful, Donya. Your conscience might be the only thing that keeps me from doing worse.”

Donya snuggled closer. “Don’t say that, Louis. You’re a good man.”

“I’m not so sure,” he said. “But I’m a lucky man. I have you and the others. That’s all that matters to me.”

Maeve came in with a towel, her hair wet. “You guys talk too much. I thought you were fucking.”

“We were,” Savannah said. “And now we’re talking about ethics.”

“Ethics?” Maeve asked. “Who cares about that?”

“Donya cares,” Louis said. “So I care too.”

“That’s sweet,” Maeve said, drying herself. “But it won’t help us find Brother John.”

“Come and join us, Mae-Mae,” Savannah said, patting the space next to her.

Maeve dropped her towel and climbed onto the bed. Louis looked at her body. She was lean and athletic, with medium-sized breasts and a flat stomach. He slapped Savannah’s ass. “I want to cuddle Mae-Mae for a bit.”

Savannah moved over to make room. Louis took her spot, pulling Maeve into a spoon position from behind. He ran a hand down her side, tracing the curve of her hip. She was warm and smelled of soap.

“You’re going to be a truck driver tomorrow, Mae-Mae,” he said, his lips close to her ear. “Maggie Mayflower.”

She laughed. “That’s the dumbest name I’ve ever used.”

“It worked, though,” he said. “You have a job interview.”

“Let’s hope they hire me,” she said. “I want to shoot Hank in the nuts if he doesn’t.”

“I wonder how many of their trucks will break down,” Donya said.

“All of them,” Louis said, smiling. “My men are very good at sabotage.”

“I feel bad for the mechanics,” Donya said.

“They’ll have a great vacation in Vegas, Donya,” Savannah said. “They’ll be grateful.”

“They’ll be confused, you mean,” Donya said. “They will be woken up in the middle of the night by strangers and told they’ve won a trip to Nevada. And they’ll have to decide on the spot with their families. That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Pressure is good, Donya,” Savannah said. “Make people decide real fast.”

“I suppose.”

“Think of the bright side, Donya,” Louis said. “They’ll get to live like rich people for a week in a five-star hotel, with all the food and entertainment they want. Most of them have never left Idaho. This could be the best experience of their lives.”

Donya smiled. “I guess you’re right. It’s still a very strange way to do it, though.”

“That’s how the Collins do things,” Savannah said. “I’m getting used to it.”

“So am I,” Maeve said, turning in Louis’s arms to face him. “So, how should I act tomorrow?”

“Be yourself, Mae-Mae,” Louis said. “But with more attitude. Stick to your fake name and backstory.”

“Right,” she said. “Maggie Mayflower. The tough trucker from Nevada. The best mechanic in the West.”

“I like that,” Savannah said. “You should throw on a leather jacket and some boots.”

“I have them in the closet,” Maeve said. “I’ll look the part.”

“I think they will still have their own drivers though,” Donya said. “Even if their trucks break down.”

“That’s a good point,” Louis said. “Mae-Mae, you should try to get a job as a supporting mechanic, not a driver. Offer to ride along with one of their drivers and to fix anything that breaks. That way you can get a ride to the farm.”

“Okay,” Maeve said. “I’ll do that. What about you guys? What are you going to do while I’m driving?”

“We will follow you in the RV from a safe distance,” Louis said. “I think our boys will put trackers on Big Sky Beef’s fleet tonight as well. They are experts at that.”

“I’m sure they are,” Donya said. “I still think we should just tell Olivia what we’re doing. She might be able to help.”

“I don’t trust her government,” Savannah said. “What if Brother John has connections inside the UIS? Or the local police? We can’t take that risk.”

“Agreed,” Louis said. “We operate on a need-to-know basis. And right now, Olivia doesn’t need to know.”

“So we are going to drive all day tomorrow, following a refrigerated truck full of beef,” Donya said. “This is the most absurd mission I’ve ever been on.”

“We can stop at viewpoints and look at the geysers too.” Louis smiled. “It could be fun.”

“And I’ll sit shotgun with a random guy,” Maeve said, laughing. “I bet he smells like beer and onions.”

“I hope not,” Savannah said. “You might have to kiss him if he tries to flirt with you.”

“I’d rather kiss a bear,” Maeve said.

“You can kiss me when you get back,” Louis said, kissing her. “I’ll make sure I taste better than a beer-and-onion truck driver.”

Maeve laughed. “You better, Louis.” She yawned. “I need to sleep now. I have a big day tomorrow.”

“Sleep well, Maggie Mayflower,” Savannah said.

“Goodnight, Savvy,” Maeve said. “Lights off.”

The lights went out. Louis snuggled closer to Maeve, her body warm against him. Savannah’s breasts were soft on his back, her arm draped over him. Donya prayed softly in the dark. He felt safe and loved. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.