“If only circumstances had allowed us to get to know each other better,” the redhead agreed sarcastically. “A pity.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Travis, trying to keep them talking as he thought. “I’ve never met an assassin who willingly bought a round of drinks. You’re stingy bastards every one of you. I think I’m better off not knowing you, but thanks all the same.”
“You Americans do love to have the last word,” said the redhead, bringing his gun up, pointing it straight at Travis’s heart. “Never can just go quietly.” He flicked off the safety catch. “Unfortunately, it’s time for you shut up for good. Goodbye, Mr. Smith.”
“Hold it right there!” The grassy field lit up as the floodlights came on.
The four assassins turned, their guns still pointing at Travis, blinking in the sudden light. Just as shocked as them, Travis gaped at the sight in front of him.
Fifty or so of his neighbors were standing behind the assassins, wielding a motley assortment of rifles, handguns, and a few hockey sticks. They were led by Miranda, who was wielding a wicked-looking hunting rifle, and Karen, who was also packing a no-nonsense revolver.
“What the fuck?” said one of the assassins.
“Put down your weapons,” said Miranda as she cocked her rifle threateningly. The effect was slightly lessened by the large daisies she had pinned into her gray hair.
But her intentions were no less obvious.
Slowly, recognizing that there was no escape, the assassins lowered their guns to the ground. With a cheer, the townspeople surged forward, helping the over-excited town sheriff to handcuff the four men. Once they were safely incapacitated, the crowd turned to Travis.
“You rescued me,” he said. He was speaking to everyone, but he was looking at Karen.
“International man of mystery or not, you can’t do everything by yourself,” said Karen. “Everyone needs a little help once in a while.”
“However,” said Miranda, coming to stand next to Karen and giving Travis a very stern look that reminded him strongly of his first-grade teacher, “I believe you owe us an explanation, young man. If you want to keep living in this town, you will have to tell us who you are and what you’re doing here. And don’t try to feed us some nonsense. We’ve known there was something unusual about you since the very first time I dropped by with tea and you opened the door with a gun in your hand.”
Travis winced. “You saw that?”
“Of course,” said Miranda. “I may be old, but I’m not blind, Travis. If that’s even your real name.”
Travis swallowed, nodding. “It is. My name is Travis Smith. I work – or, at least, I used to work – for an international spy ring that helps bring down cartels and dictators all around the world. A few months ago our organization was compromised and someone had nearly all our agents murdered in one night. I only barely managed to escape with my life. My boss sent me here to lie low until he could work out who was behind the attacks. These are the men that attacked me in my apartment,” he said, gesturing to the handcuffed assassins. “I’m sorry I had to lie to you, but I couldn’t risk my identity becoming known. I had hoped that these men would never come here. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Especially not you guys, who’ve been so good to me over the last few months.”
The townspeople nodded, accepting his apology. “Just don’t do it again,” said Ted, who was standing near the front, holding two World War II era revolvers.
“I won’t,” Travis said. “I promise. I’ve been happier here than I ever thought possible. I don’t want to endanger that.” He smiled at Karen, almost sighing with relief when she smiled back.
“Right, well then,” said Miranda. “I think it’s time for a good strong cup of tea to calm our nerves.”
The crowd groaned. “Coffee, Miranda. We live in America, not Britain. When are you going to learn to drink coffee like a normal person?” Ted asked.
“Actually,” Travis admitted, “I would love a cup of tea right now.”
Miranda beamed. “Did you hear that, you heathens?”
As the crowd began to argue good-naturedly, Karen came up next to Travis, slipping her arm around his waist.
“Thank you,” he whispered as she laid her head on his chest. “You saved my life.”
Karen smiled, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes he thought he’d never see again. “I told you. We take care of our own in this town.”
Travis felt the warmth spreading through him. He’d finally found a home to call his own.
Chapter 4
The assassins had been sentenced to life imprisonment, although they refused to admit whose orders they’d been following when they tried to kill Travis. The weeks went by and Karen began to spend so much time in Travis’s apartment over the shop that, somewhere between Labour Day and Hallowe’en, they decided she should just move in with him and save her lugging the endless piles of homework that she had to mark from apartment to apartment. Travis was amazed by how much work it took to be a teacher. Being a spy seemed way easier.
The weeks turned to months and Travis still hadn’t heard anything from Bruce. But he wasn’t too worried. He was having too much fun to be. He’d thrown himself into the flower shop whole-heartedly and was enjoying himself more than he thought possible. Having his enthusiastic neighbors ooh and ahh over his latest bouquets didn’t hurt either. But Travis enjoyed the work and was happy that he was finally mastering his craft.
Now, Christmas was approaching and one Sunday Travis woke up to see snow falling outside his window. It wasn’t the heavy snowfall they used to get in Chicago, just a few fluffy flakes that melted when they touched the ground. But they were enough to muffle the sounds of traffic and make the world seem quiet and bright. Travis smiled sleepily and stretched, reaching out toward Karen.
When his hand landed on the empty bed, however, he sat up. She wasn’t there. Even though it had been months since they’d caught his wannabe assassins, Travis felt his heart speed up. Karen never got up before him. “Karen?” he called, trying to keep his voice normal.
There was a clatter in the kitchen and Travis stood, grabbing the gun he kept below the bed. Wrapping both hands around its grip, he snuck naked into the kitchen.
“Holy shit!” Karen gaped at him across the kitchen table where she was making pancake batter. “What are you doing with that?” she asked, pointing at the gun with her batter-covered spoon.
Travis heaved an enormous sigh of relief, placing the gun down on the wooden table. “I may have overreacted,” he said.
Karen cocked an eyebrow, placing one hand on her hip. “Y’think?” she asked, a smile beginning to appear in the corners of her mouth.
Travis smiled back at her, love swelling in his chest as he watched the muted winter light shifting through the windows, illuminating her pale skin and black hair, dancing in her blue eyes. “Old habits die hard,” he said.
Karen put down her batter and came around the table to wrap her arms around his neck. “You’re safe here,” she murmured, kissing his cheek. Then she giggled, looking down between them at the bobbing morning erection pressed against her stomach. “Y’know,” she purred, winding her fingers into his dark hair, “I was thinking about having a shower before breakfast. Care to join me?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to distract you from those pancakes,” Travis replied, running his hands up and down her back under her loose t-shirt. “But, I mean, if you wanted to…”
Karen giggled. “I think I can spare a few minutes,” she said tipping her head back for a kiss. Travis happily obliged, pulling her T-shirt over her head when they broke apart.
Leaving a trail of abandoned clothes behind them, they made their way laughing and kissing to the shower.
“I can’t believe you ran out to rescue me completely naked, cock at full mast,” Karen giggled, watching him adjust the taps, her eyes lingering along the rope-like muscles of his strong back and thick thighs.
Travis chuckled. “I was wo
rried about you!” he defended himself.
“Oh, I appreciate it, don’t worry,” she said. “I wish you always came to breakfast buck naked and rock hard.”
Travis shook his head, smiling. “Okay, okay. You want sex. Your unsubtle hints have been duly noted.”
Karen laughed. “Just making sure,” she smiled.
Rolling his eyes, Travis reached for her hand, drawing her to him. Reaching down, he picked her up, balancing her tiny body on his hips. Karen hummed happily and wrapped her legs around his waist. One hand stroking her spine tenderly, Travis kissed her. Her soft mouth opened willingly, inviting his tongue inside. Kissing slowly and luxuriously, they explored the mouths they already knew so well, teasing each other with their tongues and teeth as the forgotten shower filled the bathroom with steam.
“Oh, shit. The water,” Travis said when they finally broke apart. “It’ll be boiling by now.” Setting Karen down again, he reached in and winced, shaking his burnt hand and adjusting the taps again. Finally, he stepped back, gesturing for Karen to get in first. For a moment, Travis watched her standing under the hot water, her eyes closed in happiness.
Lathering her favorite lavender soap between his strong hands, Travis admired the delicate curves of her tiny body. Tenderly, he stepped up behind her, reaching around to cradle her breasts in his soapy hands. They disappeared in his large palms. As he massaged the sensitive skin, he dipped his head to kiss her shoulders, interspersing his kisses with gentle nips.
Karen sighed happily and leaned back against his chest. His erection was throbbing against the small of her back, but Travis didn’t seem to care. Unhurried, he made slow, soapy circles up and down her torso, enjoying the contrast between her soft curves and his masculine hands. He brought up her arms, first one and then the other, massaging her soft skin, kissing the few freckles scattered across her arms. The feeling of his lips nibbling her delicate skin made Karen shiver with pleasure. She’d had a number of boyfriends over the years, but no one had ever made her feel so cared for as Travis. With a happy smile, Karen closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his muscular chest, willingly submitting to his tender caresses.
When Travis went back to fondling her soapy breasts, Karen slid one hand between them, reaching down to cup his testicles, gently massaging them with her fingertips, smiling to hear him groan into her shoulder. Deciding her breasts and stomach were clean enough, Karen slid out of Travis’s grip and onto her knees, turning to face him as she did so.
Travis licked his lips in anticipation as he looked down to see her grinning up at him mischievously, his erection brushing her wet cheek. Turning her head, Karen drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, wrapping one hand around its thick base. Still looking up at him impishly through her dark lashes, Karen alternated between swirling her tongue around his sensitive head and drawing his foreskin up and down across the ridge with her lips, while one hand teased his balls and the other pumped his shaft.
Travis moaned, his eyes fluttering open and closed. “Fuck, that feels incredible,” he groaned, putting one hand against the wall to steady himself.
Karen grinned and took him deeper into her mouth, her red lips descending along his shaft inch by inch as she sucked him off. Travis buried his fingers in her hair, gasping at the feeling of her warm tongue stroking his shaft as the hot water beat down on his shoulders and chest. He had to fight hard to keep from coming right there and then.
Reluctantly, he tugged Karen to her feet. Pouting, she rose, sliding her hands up the slick muscles of his chest. “I wasn’t finished,” she said.
“I know,” he smiled, his hands coming down to fondle her ass. “But if you keep going I will be. And neither of us want that.”
Karen giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against his chest. “Wise man,” she said, stretching up to kiss his jaw.
Travis chuckled and reached for the soap to lather up his hands once more. Reaching back down to her bum, he worked the lather over her ass and between her cheeks, massaging her soft flesh as he went. Karen moaned quietly as his fingers played with the sensitive knot of her anus. As she shivered with pleasure, Karen felt her pussy tingle with the desire coursing through her.
Reading Karen’s thoughts, Travis drew away from her and gently turned her to face the tiled wall. Rinsing the soap off her bum, he knelt down behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass wide. Karen stretched her arms above her head, leaning her body against the warm tiles and closing her eyes in anticipation.
Travis flicked his tongue back and forth along her taint, teasing her slick entrance but never going further. Karen moaned and she pressed her pussy toward him, wanting more, while her hands clenched against the slippery tiles. Smiling as he watched her, Travis burrowed further into the soft cheeks of her ass, his tongue caressing the tight whorl of her anus. With the tip of one finger, he lightly traced the folds of her swollen pussy, teasing her with the fleeting contact.
Karen gasped his name, her body growing more and more tightly wound as Travis took his time, his fingers exploring her pussy while he licked and kissed her sensitive asshole, all without ever giving Karen the release she wanted. “Stop teasing me,” she moaned, finally giving in.
“It’s Sunday morning,” Travis replied with a smile as he drew the pad of his thumb over her swollen clit, making her gasp. “What’s the rush? I want to enjoy you.”
“Travis!” Karen whimpered as he kept toying with her clit. Still smiling, Travis nipped her bum then sank two fingers deep into her throbbing pussy. As he did so, he gently slid his pinkie into her ass.
“Oh fuck,” Karen groaned as her body tightened around his fingers. The two simultaneous and unexpected penetrations overwhelmed her and pleasure surged through her body. “Oh fuck, yes.”
Gently, Travis withdrew his fingers to let her adjust.
“No!” Karen groaned, her hands scrabbling at the wet tiles. “Do it again! Harder!”
Travis did as he was told, pumping his fingers deeper into her, stroking her inflamed walls. As he thrust, he went back to licking the sensitive nerves that now enclosed his pinkie, smiling as Karen began to gasp and writhe above him. Karen wanted the feeling to last for as long as possible and she fought against the waves of pleasure crashing around her. But, between Travis’s swirling tongue and thrusting fingers, it wasn’t long before Karen’s body gave up the fight. Faster than either of them had thought possible, Karen’s orgasm swept through her body, her pussy spasming around Travis’s fingers while the milky fluids of her climax dripped down his hand and wrist. Karen screamed his name as her body bucked against the tiles.
“Fuck,” Karen gasped when she’d caught her breath again. She looked down at Travis with a dopey smile and heavy-lidded eyes.
“Did you enjoy that?” Travis asked, reaching down to pump his throbbing erection a few times, trying to relieve some of the pent up tension. He knew he couldn’t put things off any longer. After watching Karen come on him, all he could think about was fucking her, his long, hard cock encased in her tight pussy.
“You gonna fuck me properly now?” Karen asked, licking her lips. She could see the desire burning in Travis’s eyes.
Travis nodded and stood up. Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he lifted her onto his hips as if she weighed nothing. Pinning Karen between him and the wall, Travis finally sunk his cock into her slick little pussy. He couldn’t help but groan as her tight walls closed around his eager head. “Fuck, you feel even better than usual,” he murmured, bracing one arm against the tiles. Giggling, Karen wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his neck and shoulders as he began to thrust.
Gripping her ass in his free hand, Travis buried himself deep inside of her and Karen moaned as his huge cock stroked every inch of her sensitive pussy. She would never stop marveling at how he filled her so perfectly. Travis quickened his pace, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her. Moaning with pleasure, Karen dug her nails into his skin, pressing her shoulders back ag
ainst the tiles and arching her back. Travis dipped his head to run his tongue between her breasts and she gasped. Under her heels, Karen felt the muscles of Travis’s spectacular ass clench as he drilled into her. With his own orgasm approaching, his thrusts were growing more and more frantic.
Travis could feel that they were both close to finishing and he wanted to make sure that Karen got off before him. With a wicked smile, he slid his pinkie up her ass again. Karen swore loudly and he felt her pussy clench down on his dick as her hips began to buck wildly against his. Her orgasm had finally arrived. Feeling her come sent Travis over the edge and, with one final deep thrust, he buried himself in Karen’s spasming pussy just as his orgasm came crashing over him.
When her orgasm finally faded, Karen looked up at the ceiling, her head resting against the tiled wall as she gasped for breath. “Oh God,” she panted, her chest heaving.
Travis chuckled, kissing her neck. “I’m really glad you weren’t kidnapped after all,” he said.
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