But I could worship and adore her body. And I could take her somewhere. Give her some of the foreplay. Keep her interest up. I was afraid she’d wake up. That she would shake her head and realize what a stupid mistake she’d made.
That she would slap me and demand that I taket her to an airport or a train station. Or even a police station. She could tell me to take her to Mars and I’d do it in an instant.
I kissed the pale butterscotch skin of her neck. Under her ears. Down to her shoulder as I peeled back the front of her top and brought her fabulous, quivering breasts into the sunlight. Her skin there tasted of peaches and candy.
She sighed when I snapped her bra open and her breasts sprang free. I scooped up the first of those beauties, her fingers clawed to pull my head tighter to her. She moaned as I squeezed and breathed and licked.
Flicking my tongue around the brown bud, she responded with waves rolling and cascading along the whole of her body. Her thighs fastened around one of mine. Her hardening nipple poked out as I sucked eagerly on and around the dark, enlarging ring.
Her thigh shook and lifted as I slid my fingers up the back. I stroked and squeezed her and every time her muscle tensed I got harder. Harder and longer and I ached more. It was going be tough to resist taking her up the final step.
Her stupendous ass rolled and shook in my hand. Her hips rocked and ground her heat against the raw ache of my cock. As I seized a kiss from her, her tongue fluttered and her hands slid down to the front of my pants. If she got a hold of me there, all bets were off.
I laid her gently down on the grass and the moss. I lifted her skirt. Just the sight of her parting thighs could have almost triggered me off. I wanted to make a slow dance out of removing her panties but I couldn’t wait. I dove and my lips and my tongue flicked and flitted and feasted on the insides of her thighs, all the way up and down.
Her clenching fingers told me all I needed to know. Those and the tensing rhythm building in her thighs and her ass. The cotton of her panties was dark at the front and beneath. Soaking wet. I flattened my tongue for the longest taste.
But first I pulled her panties so they scraped and pulled against her. Rubbing her. Raising the friction. Her stomach rolled. She moaned. So I took a lick. One long, slow drag of my tongue, from the top of one thigh, all the way up and back to the squashed bottoms of the cheeks of her ass. Then slow, firm and wiggling, all the way up to the peak of her mound. On the way I explored all the folds where the wet fabric was fastened against the cleavage of her ass.
And flattened against the length of her lips. And pointed up around her hood. And tasted all of her. Her dark honey intoxicated me. Over her trembling wet mound I saw the bright gleam of her eyes. They rolled and widened as she gasped. I pulled her panties aside. No time for niceties now. This gorgeous woman needed a peak. A release.
I pressed the tip of my tongue under the base of her glistening bud. A shake like a shock shuddered through her. My lips kissed and teased around her hood. Her breath stuttered in hoarse moans as I pressed her thighs apart. My mouth spread her wings and each time I passed I flicked my tongue, thin and pointed, into the top of her entrance.
I held her ass in my hands to lift her loving up to my lips, to taste in every fold and lick inside her. First, I flicked around her clit. Below, either side, dotting in a circle around the outside. Rinse and repeat. Over and over as her trembling intensified and her muscles clenched.
Her thighs clapped around my head as I very gently fastened my lips wide over her hood and her clit. I flicked with my breath and with a feather touch of my tongue, felling her rhythms and watching as her beat rose. I took her to a peak and held her there, waiting while her body begged for more.
Then up, faster and gentler, slower and harder, using my hot breath to fan her gathering flames. I slipped my tongue down and touched at the top of her entrance and she went. My hands gripped her shaking ass. I licked and suckled and blew and sucked and she groaned and shouted. When she shouted my name, once again I nearly came.
She shook free. She was up on her hands and knees. The sound of a car engine was rising up the dirt track. My cock was so hard and long, my pants were tangled. I looked for the gun. My balls were starting to ache.
LARA HAD THE gun. I think she was about to throw it back to me. The blue sedan rose up the path and stopped in front of us.
Clara looked at the gun. Then she held forward in both hands. Her right arm was fully extended and her head leaned to one side to put her eye on the sightline. If that marvelous woman hadn’t had weapons training at some level, she sure had me fooled. Her boyfriend, the cop, popped into my mind.
In the dust, the tall guy was stepping out of the car with a gun in his hand. Like the other one, he wore a white knitted mask over his head with knitted holes for his eyes. There hadn’t been time for him to get his hat on. He lifted the gun as he got out of the car. Then he saw Clara.
Crouched and looking like she meant business. She told him, loud and clear, “Drop the weapon.”
The certainty in her voice did nothing to calm my raging erection.
He lifted both hands, palms outward. The gun dangled by the trigger guard over his finger.
“I said drop it.” She fired a shot right past his ear. I wanted to make a conveyor belt of babies with Clara right there and then. The gun dropped to the ground and lay in the grass by his feet.
Without moving her head or taking her eye off the gunsight, she asked me, “Do I need to shoot him?”
I kept my voice and my face straight. It was not easy. I told her, “Don’t shoot him unless you have to. If you do, fire twice, fast. Two rounds straight into the middle of his chest.”
She nodded. The guy asked me, “You think she can make the shot?”
Still not moving her head she said, “Care for a little side-bet?”
I asked him, “You guys wear those Christmas scarves on your faces all the time?”
“Only when we need to be inconspicuous.”
“The identical cars must help with that, too. Is this some kind of a new look for the Feds? Did you get some Italian designer in?”
He said, “We’re not the Bureau. Look, I’ve come to talk.”
“So you are from a government agency. What’s your plan now we made you drop your talking stick?”
“We’re contractors. Like you are, I guess. We just wanted to tell you, we have interests in the same people that you do.”
“Not the same interests though, I’m guessing.”
“No. Our interests in those issues are exact opposites in fact.”
“So this is a kind of a warning, then.”
“Yes. You could kind of look at it that way.”
“Here’s how I look at it. Your partner should be receiving medical care about now. With any luck, he’ll be fully recovered in a day or so. As it stands, your life hangs on the mercy of my friend here. So. Thanks for the warning.”
I stepped around him to pick up the gun. A Ruger. Not exactly my taste but effective. Standing behind him, I asked from right behind where his ear should be, “Your keys in the car?”
He nodded. I said, “Good. Just hand me your phone and your wallet and we’ll let you enjoy the pastoral views.”
He hesitated. I yanked the mask off the top of his head. “Only, you don’t want to be wearing that out here in the woods. Someone could mistake you for a scarecrow. Use you for target practice.” I held the Ruger against the side of his head as I reached into his pockets.
He had the look of a G-Man, but with more than the usual amount of gnarl. His face was like the bark of an old tree. Knotted and ridged, but smoothed over years. His eyes were hooded, sorrowful, and intelligent.
When I had everything of value from him I told him to kneel. He hesitated again and I gave him a tap with his gun. He knelt. I held the gun on him and told Clara, “You go on ahead. Head back the way we came. I’ll follow on in this government contractor’s vehicle.”
Robbing his wallet and phone
was mainly to slow him down. I didn’t expect to learn much about him. It seemed a fair revenge for interrupting us. If it seemed harsh to him, then he shouldn’t have left me with a balls ache. With no phone and no money, I figured he’d have at least a five mile walk before he could start catching us up.
I hugged Clara as she went by. Watching her go to her car, I could have forgotten about the goofball with his hair all messed up where I’d pulled off his knitted ski-mask. I watched her get in the car. My girl. The thought, that phrase, it still awoke me with surprise. I’m sure i never thought those words, that way, before. Before her.
I shoved the back of the goofball’s head with the barrel. “You’re saying this is government business? What kind?”
“You’re a smart guy. You can work it out.”
I gave him a whack with the barrel right on his cheekbone.
“Look, I’m not kidding. It’s the obvious kind. You had two assignments, right? Now you have one more. Men who aren’t obviously connected to each other. What does that spell?”
I whacked him again. Same spot. “I don’t like guessing games. Not when I have to do the guessing.”
“I’m a government contractor, okay? If I give you information it’s a federal offense. You’re a pro, you know that shit inside out.” I wasn’t nearly as experienced in the twists and byways of the law as he imagined. He went on, insisting, “I’m a government contractor. I get my work from an arm of the Justice department.”
By then I was getting bored out of my mind. I whacked him at the base of his skull, in part to cheer myself up, but almost as much to make him shut up. And all the while I could see what it was he was telling me. At least, I could make out the shape of it. Dimly. I couldn’t put a name to it.
Anyway, I could put a name to Clara, and she was way off down the little track and I wanted to be off after her.
His wallet said he was Gilson Manfred. I doubted it. Whoever he was, his blue sedan was quick, though it tended to wallow and fishtail on humps and it was too wide for the turns in the dirt roads. I was nearly back to the highway when I saw Clara’s Saturn parked on a verge. I tucked in behind to park and trotted along to slide in beside her. She reached for the key, but I held up a hand to stop her.
Then she kissed me. And I kissed her back. And I held her close as she kissed me. Then she wound herself around me as I kissed her and we kissed each other. The scent of her hair and her clothes. The soft warmth of her skin. The taste of her lips. I wrapped her in my arms.
I could not have cared one fuck less about anything else in the world at that moment. Even the nagging question about how she got her expertise with handguns. Being with her was everything I wanted. But I had to move.
“There’s something on my path. I need to get this wrapped and fast.”
“We have unfinished business, too, Buster. Buster Killian.” Her eyes burned and her fingers raked through my hair.. She sat back against the car door.
“Okay. Tell me what to do.”
I thought of a couple of ways we could go with that. Business first, though. I told her, “Take the turn for the airport on the way into DC. Park up in a long-stay lot, then get a shuttle bus or a cab into DC. There’s a bar on the North West of DuPont Circle. Wait for me there.”
I saw the look in her eyes. One encounter with one of those goons would be enough to rattle most people. She was handling it well. I wanted to shift the focus. But first I checked with her, “You have my gun still,a right?”
She nodded. “Okay. You keep that. I’ll take that guy’s Ruger.” I said, “You know how to work it?” She nodded again. I wanted to ask how well she knew how to use it, but now was not the time. I’d have to take her at her word. “Anytime you can put up as good of a show as good as you did back there, nobody’s going to argue with you.”
I was about to grab my things from the back and slide out. I almost forgot. “Have you got money?”
She nodded as she grabbed my hand. “You aren’t going to take any bad risks are you? You won’t rush your work.”
It had crossed my mind. I was about to shake my head. She took my face in her hands. “Don’t. I need you now. Okay?”
HATED TO BE away from him. Driving I was irritable and rattled. I never felt a closeness like that. The sense of connection, like we’re parts of the same spirit. Joined inside. And the weight of him. His heat. I’d read about it, but nothing prepared me for how my emotions were tossed and spun like corks on a storming sea. And now, with two or more of those men on our tail, we were parted.
When I found a long-stay parking lot, the machine to get the ticket and open the barrier was too far for me to reach and my car door was too close to open it or reach over. I had to back up, so of course the guy behind me honked. Then a wailing chorus started up. It went on until I was through the barrier.
Inside me were slow waves on a sparkling lake of calm and satisfaction. Around it I was a crackling jangle of wire. I found a pickup point for a shuttle and Dupont Circle was one of its stops. The wait for it felt like hours.
He could have been picked up. He could have been taken by surprise. Both of the men with the masks had reasons for wanting revenge on him now.
The shuttle was full and I was only just able to squeeze onto it. Even so the driver took us the long way around three other parking lots, stopping every few minutes to open the door and say to all of the waiting travelers that he was full. Keeping still for the shuttle ride was hard. It made me anxious. My mind flickered from thoughts of my Killian’s mouth, his hard body and the heat of his breath, to the white, knitted hoods of the men chasing us and the scars on the face of the one Killian unmasked in the woods, to the weight of the gun in my bag.
All my thoughts were interrupted by images and sensations from Killian. Those moments, the moss and grass cool against my back. The devastating sensitivity of his mouth, the length and strength of his tongue, and the tenderness of his mobile lips. His panting breath as it beat inside me. Squirmy and hot in the bus, I caught the scent of my own arousal. It shocked me and I thought everyone in the bus must be detecting it.
Fearful I looked around. Nobody appeared to be paying me any attention. Nobody apart from the dark eyed, tousle-haired teenage manchild. He stared at me the whole ride. Trying to ignore him, at first I stared out of the window but the passing rows of parked cars only made me bored and anxious. I decided then that anything and everything was going to make me more anxious. May as well stare down the rough boy.
Two days ago, he would have been unbelievably sexy to me. I would have kept the picture of him in my mind. Kept it through the day. Taken it out to look at late at night. Breathed hard while I watched it come to life. Now he looked like a kid in a man’s clothes. His eyes locked with mine. I giggled. He stopped staring.
Inside it made my mess of confusion worse. As we came into traffic, I was jumpy at every vehicle, staring at the driver, then realizing that would be the worst thing to do. It occurred to me that I was afraid of everything, all the things that posed no threat at all. The boy was the only real danger in sight, yet I wasn’t in the least bit scared of him.
My first visit to DC and I should have been excited to see it. All I was interested in was finding the bar. I even thought about a drink. All the big buildings, the route past the Mall, all of it just made me impatient. At the bar I could have a glass of wine. Maybe something even stronger. Even though I knew that what I needed was food. Stepping off the bus, on the far side of the Circle, of course, and in the midst of cranky traffic, I was feeling the pangs from missing breakfast in the diner.
That was the first moment that it hit me. Money I thought, When Killian asked if I had money, he meant cash. If I pay with a card in the bar, or get cash from an ATM, we’ll be picked up right away.
HATED EVERY MOMENT apart from her. Things had to be done, though. We needed urgently to be parted a good way from the two vehicles and I had to make some arrangements and provisions in a hurry.
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