The Assassin and the Girl From the Coffee Shop

by Terry Towers

  Lily moaned. "I'm always wet for you," she gasped.

  Oh, sweet lord! Scott, stepped between her legs and kicked her feet apart. "I want you to spread wide for me Lily," he growled in her ear.

  She thrust her ass back against him, taunting him with her wet pussy and tight rear. "If you want it, take it," she challenged.

  Reaching between her legs, he slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and groaned. So fucking wet. He brought his two fingers to her lips which she eagerly took into her mouth, sucking hard and licking her juices from them.

  Watching her suck his fingers reminded him of how good her lips looked around his dick and he was suddenly torn. Did he want her on her knees in front of him, sucking him off, or did he want to fuck her against the tree? He slipped his fingers from her mouth and thrust them back into her tight pussy.

  He pumped his fingers in and out rapidly, stroking her inner wall until she was bucking and moaning against him, begging for him to enter her. Removing his fingers from her, he grabbed his cock and pressed it against her tight entrance.

  "How much do you want me fucking you Lily?"

  "Please, give it to me. I need it." She bucked against his dick, trying to impale herself on his shaft.

  That was all the encouragement he needed. With one fast, hard thrust he was up and into her, balls deep and groaning loudly. So tight. Her pretty pink pussy gripped him, begging him to fuck it. As much as he wanted to make her come and hear those soft little noises she made when she hit her climax, he needed to get off more. I'll make it up to her later, he promised himself as he jack-hammered into her from behind.

  With one hand on the trunk of the tree over her head to brace him, and the other wrapped around her, pinching and rolling her clit between his fingers, he pounded hard into her, over and over. Her pussy was so tight and so wet it was the closest thing to heaven that he'd experienced in his life.

  "So tight. Such a beautiful, tight pussy."

  He was quickly cresting the summit. Too soon, for his liking, but oh God it felt too damned good. The soft noises she was making, the cool air tickling his balls and ass as he pumped into her, and the moist heat that begged him to come, it was simply too much.

  "I have to come, but I don't want to come alone," he told her, nipping at the sensitive flesh of her neck.

  His words seemed to be all that she needed. "Oh-my-God Scott!" she cried out as her body trembled against him, and her pussy quivered around his dick. The feeling of her pussy muscles contracting around his dick was the final straw. He thrust one last time, burying himself to the hilt into her and unloaded his cum, squirting it deep into her.

  With a satisfied sigh, he collapsed against her body, taking care not to lean too heavily against her slighter frame and hurt her. He took in several deep breaths and released them, before kissing her shoulder tenderly.

  Taking a step back, he crouched down, kissed her lower back, grabbed the waistband of her jogging pants and pulled them back up, tying them securely for her. Once done with her pants, he pulled his jeans back up and tucked himself away again.

  When finished, he pulled her tightly into his arms, stroking her long golden hair. "I could get used to this." He told her for the second time.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung tightly to him. "So could I."

  Beep, beep beep.

  A feeling of dread mixed with a shot of adrenaline rushed through him at the sound of the security beeper in his pocket going off, warning that the perimeter of the cabin had just been breached.

  "What's that?" Lily pulled away from him looking around for the source of the beeping sound.

  Oh, fuck me!

  "We need to get back to the cabin now!" He grabbed her hand and began jogging back to the cabin, tugging her behind him.

  "Wh...What? B…but why?" She asked as she fought to keep up with him.

  "They're here."

  "Here!"

  "Yes, it's okay, we just have to hurry and I need you to do what I say without question." He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the cabin. He'd get her safe then deal with the men coming for him. If they were coming by car - which he assumed they were - then he had not quite ten minutes before they arrived.

  As they reached the front porch, he pulled the key to the hatch from his pocket as his other hand opened the front door and ushered her inside, closing the door behind them.

  Grabbing the pistol from the holster under his left arm he passed it to her. "It's loaded; take it, just in case."

  Her blue eyes were wide with fear and her mouth dropped, but she nodded her head in acknowledgement. She took the gun from him, ensured the safety was on, and thrust it under the waistband of her pants at her back, muzzle down.

  Pulling the hatch open, he grabbed the handles of the duffle bag inside and pulled it out. He unzipped the bag, pulled out another pistol and put it into his holster. He then grabbed a third pistol and what Lily had learned was a sound suppresser. He attached the silencer to the pistol before setting the gun on the floor next to him. Grabbing the handles of the bag once more he thrust it into the hatch and closed it back up. Not bothering to lock it, he just slid the 'home sweet home' mat back into place.

  "Come on." He grabbed her elbow, ushering her into the bathroom.

  "What do you need me to do?" she had no idea what she was offering to 'help' with. She doubted that she could ever actually kill someone, but she found the words tumbling from her mouth anyhow.

  He opened a narrow, six foot tall empty linen closet, pressed on the back wall of the cabinet and a trapdoor sprang open. "I need you to live." Grabbing her shoulders he thrust her into the closet. "Get to the back and don't come out. No matter what, do you understand?"

  "What? No." She tried to break free from his grasp, but was too easily overpowered.

  Scott cupped her chin in his hand and brought her eyes to his. "Listen to me. Do not come out, unless I tell you. Do you understand?"

  She felt tears welling up, but choked them back down. "But…"

  His green eyes narrowed at her and his jaw clenched. "If I have to knock you out cold to keep you safe, I will. Don't make it come to that, Lily."

  She recoiled at the cold tone his voice had taken on, and knew immediately it wasn't a hollow threat. When she nodded, a soft smile touched his lips and he captured her lips with his in a kiss so intense she felt it through every nerve in her body.

  "Trust your instincts Lily, and don't make a sound, not even to clear your throat." With those final words he gave her a shove into the narrow hole in the wall and closed the closet door on her, plunging her into complete darkness.

  She could hear his movement in the bathroom and felt slightly relieved that she could at least hear him, if not see him. The little cubbyhole he'd thrown her into was small, just large enough to fit one person and as she touched her fingertips to the walls, she realized it had been plated in steel.

  She leaned back against the wall behind her, pulled the pistol from her pants and held it tight to her chest. She allowed the tears to freely slide down her cheeks for the first time since the whole ordeal began. Several minutes, which felt like hours went by with not a sound coming from the cabin, finally she heard movement.

  The footsteps were light, but she could hear them, just faintly in what she thought to be the kitchen. She wondered where Scott was, she hadn't heard him leave the bathroom, but he was so light on his feet it would have been hard for her to tell.

  Silence again. It was so quiet that she could hear her own accelerated heartbeat in her ears.

  She was just starting to lull herself into a false sense of security when a soft 'whoosh' sounded from the bathroom. She heard a couple of normal, loud shots and then a thud came from the kitchen. She gasped, and then put her hand to her mouth. Feeling for the safely on the gun, she found it and clicked it off. He'd told her to stay in the closet until he gave word, but she couldn't. What if he'd been hurt and was lying on the floor bleeding?

  He told
her to follow her instincts and her instinct was telling her to find out.

  Holding the gun tightly in front of her, its muzzle pointed to the ground like he'd instructed her, she crept from the closet. Crouching low, to make herself less of a target, she slowly opened the closet and peeped out. The bathroom was vacant so she silently eased herself out from her hiding spot and crept to the doorway of the bathroom with her back planted tight against the wall.

  Peeping out of the bathroom, her eyes immediately jumped to Scott, crouched over the body of a blonde man of average build. Something caught his attention then; a figure suddenly appeared in the doorway with a gun raised to Scott's head. Luckily, Scott was quick drawing his weapon and exchanging shots with the man.

  A slight movement caught the corner of her eye as she watched them exchange shots, a figure in the window. Instinct took over, rushing from the bathroom she raised her gun to the head of the figure in the window and pulled the trigger, sending three rounds into the surprised man, who hadn't seen or expected her.

  Chapter 7

  Pain shot through Scott as his body took the assassin's bullet in the shoulder and he was thrown to the floor from the force of the impact. But the pain was the least of his worries. The two assassins in the living room were both dead. He'd gotten lucky and been able to pull off a kill shot to the second assassin. However, he had suffered from a shot to the shoulder in their exchange of bullets.

  But Lily had defied him and was now standing in the middle of the kitchen, a prime target if there were any more men out there, though he doubted there were. He’d assumed there would be two, so the third had been a complete shock to him.

  He glared at her as he struggled to his feet. "You could have been killed," he snarled. He wasn't in the mood to sugar coat the situation for her, or spare her feelings. She’d done a stupid and reckless thing and he intended to let he know just how stupid.

  Her eyes widened as they landed on him, and then on his shoulder where the bullet was lodged. He looked down and saw that his t-shirt was beginning to color with his blood. He ignored the problem of his shoulder for the moment. "Stay here and stay down," he ordered.

  "But…" her eyes stayed locked on his shoulder. "You're hurt, let me…" she took a step towards him but he raised his hand to her, palm up.

  "Stay back and hide. Now!"

  She visibly flinched at the hard, icy tone his voice had taken, but he didn't care.

  Nodding, she complied, scurrying back into the bathroom like a scolded puppy.

  Dammit to hell!

  Knowing he needed to check on the status of the third man, he walked out of the front door and around the side of the building to where the man's body should be if she’d managed to kill him. As he turned the corner, Scott came face to face with the dying man, spread eagled on the forest floor, lying in a rapidly increasingly large pool of his own blood. Scott guessed it would take about ten minutes for the man to bleed out onto the forest floor and it would be ten of the worst minutes of his life.

  Marching over to the man, he kicked the gun from the assassin's limp grip and placed a booted foot on his chest. He cringed when he saw the dying man's face. He knew him well, had worked with him on a couple of jobs in the past as a matter of fact.

  Upon seeing Scott, the man's eyes took on a look of relief. "Kill me," he rasped, his words so faint Scott could barely make them out. "Kill me, please."

  "How many of you are there?"

  The man gurgled, presumably choking on his own blood, but managed to gasp out: “Three”. Scott nodded and aimed the gun to the man's forehead. "Good-bye, friend." With that he squeezed the trigger ending the man's suffering.

  With the immediate threat averted the intense burning pain of his shoulder took precedence in his mind. He made his way back into the cabin, barely giving the two dead men, bleeding out onto the floor a second glance as he made his way to the bathroom. By the time he reached the doorway of the bathroom he found himself becoming a little unsteady on his feet and at that moment realized that his blood loss was more substantial than he'd anticipated.

  He needed Lily.

  Leaning his good shoulder against the door jamb, his gaze immediately landed on her petite body sitting on the floor, her legs tucked against her chin, her golden hair draped around her and her shoulders heaving in what he assumed to be silent sobs.

  Hearing him enter the room, she looked up and pushed her hair from her eyes. Her blue eyes, now red and swollen from her tears looked up and caught his. "Scott. Oh my God! I thought you said it wasn't bad." She immediately sprang to her feet and rushed over to him.

  "I didn't think it was," he admitted stumbling to the toilet and sitting on the cover. "Get the first aid kit from the bedroom, it's under the bed.”

  Nodding, she rushed from the bathroom. As he waited for her to return he managed – with some effort and lots of pain - to pull his shirt from his body so he could examine the wound. Moments later, she came rushing back falling to her knees on the floor and flipping open the lid.

  "Alright before you do anything I need you to go get a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen."

  She frowned, but instead of asking questions she did as he asked.

  "Open it," he instructed as she came back with the bottle in hand. Again she nodded and removed the top, passing it to him. He took a long swig, the alcohol burned as it slid down his throat, but because of the pain in his shoulder, he barely noticed the whiskey. "Alright, I need you to go into the first aid kit and grab the tweezers."

  She nodded; fell back down to her knees and searched the contents of the large white metal case until she came up with tweezers sealed in an airtight bag.

  He nodded to his shoulder, "I'm going to need you to take those and remove the bullet with them."

  Her mouth dropped and her face lost several shades of its color as she considered his request. He hated asking her, but he had no choice, there was no way it would have been possible for him to do it himself. "You're my only hope, Lily. Please."

  "I can't... I... What if I hurt you?" Tears began to run anew down her cheeks.

  Gritting his teeth against the pain he leaned over and cupped her cheek in his hand and then kissed her lightly. "I'll die if you don't, Lily." he admitted, sitting back up. He hated having to admit that, admit that he needed help. But there it was. He needed her more than he'd ever needed anyone in his life.

  She took a few moments to gather her composure and then nodded her head. "Okay. What exactly do I need to do?"

  He took another swig of his whiskey, explained what he needed from her and then sat back and waited for the additional pain to begin.

  ****

  Lying naked under the blankets on her side, curled up in a ball, Lily waited for Scott to join her. He was 'taking care of' the bodies. How, she didn't want to know, she would have offered to help, but by the time she was finishing sewing up his shoulder, she felt emotionally drained. So, she stripped her bloody clothing off and slipped into bed. The very thought of the dead men in the kitchen and the man she'd killed outside made her literally sick to her stomach, so Scott had insisted she lie down while he did what had to be done.

  After an hour or so of waiting she finally heard Scott re-enter the cabin and a wave of relief washed over her. All she wanted at that moment was to curl up into his arms and have him tell her everything was going to be alright, even if it was a lie.

  She listened to the sounds of his movements throughout the various rooms for close to an hour before he finally came into the bedroom. He hesitated at the bed and she could feel his eyes on her back, before he slipped in beside her.

  "I'm sorry I was so long, I had to take a bath to…"

  "I know." She didn't want to hear the remainder of what he was going to say. He had to take a bath to wash the other men’s blood from his body. One of those men being the man she'd killed. As she lay there, waiting for him to return, the thought that she'd killed a man plagued her.

  He wrapped his arms around
her and she took comfort in the feel of his strong arms, hard body and musky scent of his body wash. "I killed a man, Scott."

  He kissed her shoulder. "No, you didn't, I killed him."

  She attempted to turn in his arms to face him, but he held her in place with her back to him. "But, I'm sure I did."

  "No, you didn't. You barely scratched him." He chuckled softly. "You must have closed your eyes again. I took care of him when I went outside to see if you'd hit him. So don't worry, you had nothing to do with his death."

  She wanted to believe him, but deep down she knew he was lying to her. She was responsible for the death of someone. Instead of arguing with him about it, she pretended to accept his explanation, hoping that, as time passed, maybe she'd be able to convince herself that it was true; that she'd just grazed him and that it was Scott who had actually caused his demise.

  "I figure we have about a day before more men are sent after us. So I've made arrangements for you to be taken to a safe place."

  Alarmed, Lily turned in his arms to face him. The day was surrendering to the night, so there was barely enough light filtering through the dark curtains on the single window of the room to see the outline of his features. "Just like that? You're leaving me with strangers?"

  "They'll keep coming until I put a stop to the root of the problem, Lily."

  "And then what?" She couldn't help the panic rushing through her. She knew that whatever was going on between them was a limited time deal, but now that the time had run out she was scared to go back to being alone, to being without him. Not only scared of being attacked, but she'd already grown to care for him and she knew he was feeling the same things for her.

  "And then you live the life you were supposed to and hopefully the nightmare I've put you through these past few days will fade." He ran his fingers through her hair as he looked down at her. "If things were different, if I were a different man, a better man, then I'd do whatever it took to be with you."