Chance (31 page)

“Don’t move,” he said in
a low voice.

Brett didn’t hesitate; he
immediately pointed the gun at Logan’s face. For all of his bravado, Logan
flinched.

“Shoot him, Dunfy! He’s
bluffing,” Logan called out immediately.

The squat, ugly man
looked doubtful; the gun he was aiming at Brett began to tremble.

“DO IT!” screamed Logan.

“Don’t listen to him,
Dunfy. You have to the count of three to drop your gun or I'll shoot your boss
in the face...”

“Shoot him, you stupid
fuck!” Logan yelled.

Dunfy came to a decision
and began to pull the trigger.

BANG!

No one moved, all three
men looked surprised and then Dunfy slowly fell to his knees, looking at
Charlotte and squeezing the trigger as he began to collapse to the floor. There
was another deafening bang and Brett flinched as pieces of plaster flew from the
wall behind his head.

“You stupid fucking
bitch!” screamed Logan. “Look what you’ve done!”

Charlotte lowered her gun
as tears began to stream from her eyes. Brett kept his gun trained on Logan but
backed up, and put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

“It’s okay. You didn't do
anything wrong. He was about to shoot me. You saved my life.”

There were more muffled
cries from the living room and Brett gestured Logan into the room with his pistol.

Logan looked like a
cornered animal. Charlotte knew he'd be more dangerous the more desperate he
became. She stayed well out of his reach, as they walked into the darkened
room.

Jim was there, on the far
side of the room. He was tied to a chair with his arms behind his back and his
mouth gagged.

“Jesus Christ,” Brett
rasped, as he handed Charlotte his gun. “Watch him. Shoot him in the belly if
he tries
anything
.” He ran over to Jim and pulled the gag from his
mouth.  

“Son of a bitch beat the
shit out of me.” Jim spat blood onto the floor and licked his dry lips. Brett looked
him over and began to untie the ropes holding him to the chair.

“What the hell were you
doing here in the first place?” Brett asked.

“I beat him back to the
house. I was watching, ready to call it in when he arrived. His friend snuck up
on me while I was in the car. I must be getting careless in my old age..."

Both men turned sharply
at Charlotte's scream, just in time to see Logan sprinting into the hallway.

“Shit,” Brett said as he ran
into the hallway.

Brett jumped over a plant
that had been knocked over, and was on its side by the bottom of the stairs. The
door to the kitchen was swinging back from where it had been slammed against
the wall.

“Wait here, you two,”
Brett yelled as he ran after Logan.

“Yeah, go!” Jim yelled
from the chair. “Go after him!”

Brett ran from the room
and Charlotte only paused a second before following him. She ran into the
kitchen, just in time to see the back door clattering to a close and Brett’s
fast, disappearing form as ran in hot pursuit of Logan.

It was then Charlotte
remembered she had his gun. With a squeak of horror, she ran out the door as
Brett caught up with Logan near a low wall, at the rear of the garden.

Charlotte was still
running when she saw Logan lash out at Brett, who fell back. Logan was crouched,
waving a knife back and forth in front of a wary Brett, when she finally
arrived upon them.

Brett was holding his
chest and Charlotte could see blood seeping through his fingers.

“No!” she cried and tried
to get between the two men. Brett pushed her back.

Logan smiled grimly. “See
what you brought upon your boyfriend, Charlotte? Now he’s going to suffer for
your mistakes.”

With that, he ran at Brett
and slashed viciously at him again. This time, he cut across the palm of Brett's
hand that he'd held up to fend off the strike.

“No!” Charlotte screamed.

Logan ignored her and
began stalking the now pale Brett.

“I. Said.
NO
!” she
screamed and stepped towards them again, aiming the gun at Logan.

He glanced at her and
laughed a deep, nasty laugh of derision.

“Fuck off, Charlotte.
After I cut your boyfriends throat, I’m going to hack your head off and send it
to your parents.”

Suddenly, the fog of fear
and adrenalin in Charlotte's head cleared and without thinking anymore about
it, she stepped forward and shot Logan in the thigh. He shrieked and fell to
the ground, writhing in agony.

“No. No, you’re not! In
fact, you aren’t going to hurt anyone anymore.”

In the distance, they
could hear sirens approaching.

“You fucking bitch!”
Logan groaned. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“Oh, no you’re not,”
Brett said and punched the prone man in the side of the head. Logan collapsed
in a heap.

Brett began to walk toward
Charlotte with blood streaming from his chest and hand. He promptly fell to his
knees. She caught him and held him to her.

“Don’t you dare leave me,
Brett Devlin. Don’t you dare!”

“Me?” he said with a grin
on his face.

“Is there anyone else named
Brett here?” she said, crying.

“Don’t worry. I'm not
dying. They’re only flesh wounds. I'm just woozy.”

The sirens were much
louder now. She helped him into a sitting position and they waited quietly for
the police to arrive.

Brett was in the hospital
for two days. His wounds were nasty, but there was no permanent damage.
Charlotte was there to take him home when he was discharged. The drive to his
apartment was quiet, both of them lost in thought. Charlotte, for her part was
thinking about how close to death they'd actually come.

Brett’s home was just as
she’d pictured it. Neat, modern and masculine. She'd prepared a meal before
picking him up and didn’t allow him to do anything but rest while she served them.
They shared a bottle of red wine and were both a bit tipsy when Brett reached across
the table and took her hand.

Charlotte looked up. Her
eyes were bright and her cheeks were a little flushed from the effects of the
alcohol. Brett looked totally sober, even though he’d drunk as much as she did.
She giggled. She couldn’t help it.

“You look so serious,
darling,” she said.

In answer, he put a
finger to his lips.

“Charlotte Rankin…would
you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Charlotte’s mouth dropped
open and for the first time that night, she was speechless. Then tears welled
in her eyes. She didn’t, she
couldn’t
say anything. She stood up from
her chair and returned his puzzled smile, as she leaned over him and kissed him
passionately.

They kissed for a long
time, then Charlotte broke away and breathlessly said, “Why yes, Dr. Devlin. I
will... but first…”

With that, Charlotte grabbed
him by the front of his shirt and led him into his bedroom, where she pushed
him onto the bed and straddled him, as she began to unbutton his shirt
carefully, not wanting to cause him any pain since his wound was on his chest.

Neither of them spoke a
word. His hands reached out, and she gently slapped them away. She leaned over
and kissed him before she straightened and began slowly pulling off her top. Then
her skirt came off. While she straddled him in only her bra and panties, his
hands found their way onto her waist, and down to her thighs, then back up her
body. She didn’t slap them away this time. They cupped her breasts, squeezing
them so the material of the bra rasped against her soft skin. Her nipples
hardened.

Charlotte reached behind
her and unclasped the bra, throwing it to the floor. His hands returned to her bare
breasts and a thrill ran through her. She looked to the ceiling and closed her
eyes as he caressed her, tweaking and pinching her incredibly erect nipples.
Suddenly, he pushed her gently backwards and grabbed her shoulders swinging her
back towards the bed. She fell onto the plush mattress and he was upon her.

Brett’s mouth covered
hers, and she moaned softly. His tongue coaxed her lips open and touched the
tip of her tongue with his. She responded, and he gently bit her tongue,
drawing it into his mouth. They played like this for long minutes, his hands
caressing her soft flesh, so long untouched by tender hands. Finally he broke
away from their kiss, and looked down at her naked form then back to her face,
his blue eyes sparkling.

“My God, you are beautiful
Charlotte.”

She looked up at him
hungrily.

“Take your clothes off Brett,”
she said in a husky voice, and continued unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled away
and sat back on the bed pulling his shirt the rest of the way off. Then he was
on her once again, kissing her mouth deeply, before breaking away and kissing
her chin, and throat with tender kisses.

She gasped when one of
his thighs pushed its way between hers, rubbing against her panties in the most
maddening way. That, in combination with the soft kisses was almost too much to
bear. 

He continued the line of
soft butterfly kisses, down to the vulnerable skin of her right breast, his
lips pecking lightly around the base before slowly moving upward to her nipple.
He licked her areola, now pebbled with goose bumps, and then closed his lips
around her nipple to suckle. Charlotte’s hands found her way into his hair.

“Oh Dr. Devlin.”

Her voice encouraged Brett
and he moved his mouth to her other breast, once again, kissing lightly around
the base before sucking her nipple with his blissful mouth. Charlotte was
incredibly aroused now, and her hips ground against his thigh, as he continued
his kissing down her middle, finally reaching her belly.

His right hand suddenly
came into play under her buttocks, softly kneading the tender flesh through the
lace of her panties. Charlotte gasped again and arched her back, her mouth open
slightly as he kissed around her naval before exploring it with his tongue. She
was panting heavily now, her arousal almost unendurable.

His lips left a line of
fire from her naval to her panty line, and then he slid to the floor, grabbing
her ankles with his strong hands and pulling her to the edge of the bed. On his
knees, he grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down to
reveal her well-trimmed mound. 

“Mmm gorgeous,” he said
in approval.

He slipped the underwear
the rest of the way off and flung them into a corner, before kissing each of
her hips …  her inner thighs… making his way slowly to his ultimate goal.

Brett pushed her open
even further. He kissed around her pubis, and finally his thumbs slid over her
labia, spreading her. She was so wet, her juices covered his thumbs quickly. Charlotte
propped herself up slightly on her elbows to watch him, he raised one of the
thumbs to his mouth tasting her essence. Charlotte gasped deeply, no one, least
of all Logan, had ever done anything so naughty, and it blew her mind.

Grasping her buttocks, Brett
dipped his tongue between her labia, circling her clitoris, teasing and sucking
it gently, before his tongue darted into her warm opening. He repeated this
pattern, teasing her clitoris until it was almost unbearable and then plunging
his tongue into her. Once again, her hand found its way into his hair, gripping
it tightly as she began to grind against his mouth.

Charlotte’s breathing became
even heavier and more labored. She felt his fingers moving around the folds of
her vulva, as his tongue flicked over her clitoris again and again.

“Mmm, yes Brett, there.
Please…”

When he slid his finger
into her for the first time, she bucked wildly and screamed.

“Oh yes! Oh my God Brett,
I’m coming…”

She thrashed for a few
moments, screaming in pleasure, while Brett licked and fingered her, before
finally collapsing back onto the mattress breathless.

Brett leaned over her and
kissed her belly before climbing onto the bed and crawling up beside her. He
lay on his side, his head propped on an elbow as he watched her heaving chest
slowly calm. She looked at him.

“Oh my God Brett. That
was amazing,” she said sincerely.

He smiled his cheeky grin
and looked down at himself, and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it, I know I did.” 
Charlotte followed his gaze and saw he had indeed enjoyed himself, the bulge of
his cock pushed against his dark pants.

She smiled, taking the
hint. She reached out and unfastened his pants, slipping her hand inside. She
worked a finger under the waistband of his underpants and pulled it down over
his manhood. His circumcised member sprung free and she grabbed it, surprised
at how big it was.

Lust flared in his eyes
and he kissed her again. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue,
kissing him back hungrily. She stroked his shaft and caressed the head with her
fingers. Impossibly, it seemed to grow even larger in her hand.