The Porter Lodge, Roadside Motel, Baltiney, New York...
The bouncing of bare pert breasts had gotten the undivided attention of a rather out of sorts Ken Ryker as he found himself taking note of a fiery redhead who had looked oddly familiar as her nimble young body found its way to bouncing as prominently as her breasts had along his bare cock. He vaguely recognized her as the redhead from the beach and a brief recollection of a call from his cellphone to entice her to meet him at a roadside motel had been placed. She'd been more than eager to have another go at him, although she seemed disappointed that his handsome blond loverboy had not been present. This time around Eddie had not been with her, she thought it only fair with Dean gone. Ken let out a long-awaited growl as he shifted and maneuvered her onto her back, as he towered above her still between her perfect pasty thighs as he pummeled her sodden depths much like before making her scream and moan for him as the sound of the headboard and the aged bedsprings joined the lustful chorus they'd attributed.
The distinct echo of naked sweat-slick flesh slapping against naked sweat-slick flesh had been all around the room as Ken continued to have his way with the redhead. He'd still been as unattached in those encounters as he had been with the blonde and the lad, his thick cock only focused on the tight clenching and warm wetness that he had come to crave in the wake of his most anxious feelings. He'd been a long way from home and the familiarity of both the pregnant Valencia and possibly slumbering Dean's bodies and at this point, he had not cared one way or the other about it.
This rather peculiar outing had not been one that Ken had intended directly as the overbearing nature of his condition had once more driven him to seek relief by any means necessary. He had been unable to sustain the constant lingering sadness that filled him as the fragmented images of his deceased sons came flooding back into his already distorted memory banks.
The ultrasound, and the image of yet another son, a son that deserved a better father than he ever could have been, a son that would never know his older brothers because of said father had gotten to Ken.
Kevin had been Ryker Kennison's first-born son, as far as his memory would allow, and the most like him in looks and mindset. It was for this reason that Sera had favored their eldest son and made the lad's death all the more tragic that she had to witness it alone. According to the autopsy, Kevin had been the first to die, attempting to protect his younger brother and pregnant mother when the plane went down. The defensive wounds had been quite evident on his young battered body and made his disfigured frame all the more heartbreaking to witness.
Ryker did not doubt in his mind that Kevin had been wondering what he'd have done in that position and executed it accordingly. Carter had been impaled by a very sharp manner of the plane and died a slow and agonizing death terrified and choked to death by his own blood, blood that flowed in his veins because of Ryker himself.
While realistically Ryker had not been directly responsible for what happened to his young sons, he had ultimately blamed himself for the nature of their deaths as well as them being on the plane that crashed in the first place. Carter Kennison had been less inclined to visit his maternal grandparents that year, knowing how badly they had treated his father, whom he favored and who favored him in the past when their stories of past wrongdoings against him had been made known when he stumbled unwittingly upon a rather heated conversation between his mother and maternal aunt.
It had been Ryker who had talked the lad into accompanying his mother and brother and assured him he'd only had to close the final deal for the company before he'd joined them in Oregon on the next flight for the holidays. Carter had agreed to accompany his mother and brother with the reassurance only to be killed in the crash among them.
Once more the direct jabs of pain began to get the better of Ken as he shook off the memories and threw himself into indulging in the tight sodden sex of a woman who had looked nothing like his late wife Sera, putting more distance between himself and his warring emotions for the sake of carnal pleasure and to keep the shadows that plagued his already weary mind at bay.
Sex had been the only thing that made Ken feel good in the wake of being released from the Sanatarium, of course, he had discovered his knack for it while being held against his will, a lonely nurse had been quite the benefit to a newly awakened and angry Ken who had been forced to comply with the wishes of a family he knew nothing of to gain his freedom to live the life he pleased.
She was a redhead as well, and all too eager to throw caution to the wind just for a chance at Ken's massive cock. While she'd been a decent lay for a man who had barely been a few months recovered from nearly dying and being in a coma, she wasn't spectacular and neither was this redhead that Ken continued to pump into as she moaned in his ears.
The strange pill he'd taken from the lad in the men's room at the unknown bar had been quite interesting, but not as potent as Spyder's Kandy. It did leave a bit of room for clarity once it had passed but Ken had preferred his initial highs to anything else aside from being in the moment.
All at once another shift had occurred and Ken Ryker found his world darkening once more even as his body continued to indulge the whims of his lustful needs in the wake of all the pain he'd been trying to run from. The redhead had been none the wiser, her body and moans all that Ken had any recollection of as his thick cock continued to invade her soden depths with renewed purpose although Ken's mind had long since checked out and the eerie numbness had set in.