The Assassin and the Girl From the Coffee Shop (4 page)

Beginning at her right knee, he began to trail feather-light kisses along her inner thigh, slowly, taking his time and enjoying the soft moans coming from her, which became louder and more frequent the closer he came to the apex between her legs.

"You're such a tease, Scott," she gasped when he reached his destination. Scott slipped two fingers between her folds and spread them wide, exposing her swollen clit and her pink pussy. The entrance looked so inviting, for a moment he struggled with the conflict of deciding which he wanted more, to taste her and have her come in his mouth, or to feel that tight, juicy pussy gripping his cock.

He opted for the first option, hoping that he could calm himself down enough so that when he took her, he didn’t squirt his load within a couple of minutes. Lowering his mouth to her clit he flicked his tongue across it, and then smiled as she whimpered and thrust her hips up against his mouth, demanding more.

He lowered his mouth to her clit a second time, his tongue circling the swollen nub, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. As his lips and tongue continued their torture of her clit, he dipped his fingers into her inviting pussy.

The taste of her pussy, the feel of her muscles clenching around his fingers, along with the soft noises that she was uttering were bringing him even closer to the brink than when her hand was pumping him. Lifting his eyes, he watched her body gyrate on the bed, her tiny fists gripping the sheets beneath her.

Scott removed his hand from her moist core and buried his face between her legs, his tongue probed her hole and she cried out his name. With a grin touching his lips, his tongue began its exploration of her pussy in earnest, thrusting in and out of her as though it was his cock. Taking pleasure at the noises coming from her, his free hand began to stroke himself.

As her arousal heightened, the pace of his tongue increased along with the speed in which he jerked his cock. He could feel her body growing closer. The soft trembling within her core told him she wouldn't last much longer, which was good since he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer himself.

"Oh God Scott. So close!" She bucked her hips, grinding her cunt against his mouth, and then slipped her fingers between her legs and began to pinch and roll her clit between her fingers as he tongue-fucked her.

His balls tightened and he could feel his body preparing to explode. Standing up, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, and began jerking his cock between her legs, intent on shooting his load on her mound and stomach.

Lily propped herself back on her elbows and captured his eyes with hers. Suddenly, she moaned, her body trembled, her pussy clenched around his fingers and then the sweet release. The evidence of her orgasm gushed over his fingers and hand.

"Oh dear God," Scott groaned as his shaft stiffened, throbbed and then exploded in a series of spurts, drenching her mound and stomach with his seed.

Panting hard, she collapsed back onto the mattress spread-eagled, with an exhausted sigh.

"I'll be right back." Giving her inner thighs a light kiss he left the room and hurried into the bathroom where he dampened a towel and returned to the bedroom with it. To his surprise, upon entering the bedroom, he was greeted with a series of light snores.

Chuckling to himself, he sank to his knees and very gently washed her stomach and between her legs, taking care not to wake her. Once done, he tossed the towel to the floor and carefully crawled into bed with her, pulling her body into his and cradling her sleeping frame in his arms, before placing a soft kiss on her temple.

She stirred, muttered something incoherent and then clung tightly to him, but didn't awaken. Within minutes of taking her into his arms, he also fell into a deep, contented sleep.

****

A smile touched Lily's lips as she slowly awoke. She’d had one of the oddest dreams... she was being shot at and then kidnapped and taken to a remote cabin in the woods, but
damn
the man in her dreams had been hot. She could actually feel the heat between her legs gather just thinking about him. What a wonderfully, erotic dream...

Lazily opening her eyes, she stretched out, in a cat-like motion. And then it hit her. She wasn't in her bedroom. She sat up with a start, now fully awake and took in her surroundings. She was in a small bedroom, with wood panel walls, devoid of any pictures or artwork.

It was the bedroom from her dreams.

"It couldn't have been real. There's no way," she muttered to herself, sliding out of bed, snatching up the soft brown throw blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapping it around her. She padded barefoot out of the bedroom and into the living room. No one. She checked the kitchen and bathroom, and came up empty there as well.

Panic began to shoot through her. It had been real and she was alone.
Oh my God! Did he leave me?
She rushed to the front door and threw it open rushing out onto the porch. She let out a sigh of relief as she peered out and saw her car still parked where they'd left it the night before.

Where was the man from the coffee shop? The man that...
oh-my-god!
She blushed, when the thought of what she'd done with a complete stranger came to mind. She turned and started to make her way back into the cabin in search of some clothing.

"I didn't think you'd ever wake up."

With a yelp, she jumped at the sound of the seductive male voice behind her. Spinning around she came face to face with the man from the coffee shop, the man who could do amazing things with his tongue. A sudden dampness began to gather between her legs.

"Oh God," she groaned.

Her eyes travelled the length of him, from his work boots, to his torn blue jeans to the black t-shirt which stretched across his muscular chest and shoulders. By the time her eyes made it to his, there was an amused grin on his handsomely chiselled features. His eyes shone with amusement and.... hunger... for her.

Oh, God!
She looked down at herself and once more became very aware of her near naked body. The blush that was starting to fade, rose again, making her cheeks hot and, she guessed, turning them bright crimson.

"You know... about last night. I don't usually..." Gripping tight to the blanket with one hand she ran her other shakily though her blonde, dishevelled hair.

Adjusting the firewood that he had gathered in his arms, he nodded, the amusement growing in his green eyes. "I get it. You were scared."

She nodded her agreement. "Yes. I needed comfort."

He stepped closer, climbing the stairs of the porch. "You'd just been shot at; it's a completely natural thing to want to seek out comfort sexually in times of high stress. I get that."

"Exactly..."

He brushed past her, his arm grazing her breasts as he walked by, and sending a shiver of arousal through her. Quickly she regained her composure and it occurred to her what he was suggesting.

"What? No." Lily frowned as she followed behind him into the kitchen.

"No?" he raised a questioning brow at her as he unloaded the firewood.

"No." She cocked her head at him, and gave him a stern look. "I did
not
seek out your comfort sexually."

Straightening up after unloading the last of the logs he wiped his hands on his jeans and looked up into her eyes. "Well,
you
called me into the bedroom. And
you
were the one to kiss me."

Lily huffed. "I did not"

Crossing his thick arms over his chest, he stood waiting for the events of the previous night to clink into place for her.

A hand went flying to her mouth as her jaw dropped open. She almost lost hold of the blanket. "Oh my. I
did
seduce you."

Chuckling, he walked over to her and planted a kiss on her forehead, before giving her a swat on the rear and heading back towards the still open door. "I wouldn't say you seduced me," he called over his shoulder to her.

Spinning around, she watched as he strolled away.
Damn, his ass looks good in those jeans.

He stopped at the doorway and turned to give her a wink. "In order to seduce me, I would have had to have been reluctant." His eyes slowly swept up and down the length of her body pausing at her breasts and he gave her a smirk. "Trust me, I'm more than willing to do whatever you want... wherever and whenever you want to do it."

Lily opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her, not that it would have mattered anyhow, he had already disappeared out of the front door, she assumed to retrieve more firewood.

Nervy bugger
, she growled to herself as she scampered back into the bedroom in search of clothing. She'd show him. She'd known many men like him over the years, egotistical, self-indulgent, alpha male types who thought that women should just fall to their feet for them. She'd show him she wasn't just some bimbo he could add to his list of conquests.

Chapter 4

Feeling Scott's hard, rigid chest against her back, his arms wrapped around her waist and his breath on the back of her neck was unbelievably distracting, but she'd be damned if she was going to let him know it. She tried to concentrate on his words and the target that he'd set up for her. It was a simple board, with a bull's-eye painted on it.

The cool metal of the pistol felt ominous to her, as he placed the gun in her hands. The day had seemed like some surreal dream that she hoped to wake up from. She wasn't a killer; she'd never even
seen
a gun up close until today. She was a hostess at a coffee shop; she served customers for minimum wage plus tips. She didn't know anything about guns and really didn't want to start learning now.

Trying to remain calm, she attempted to focus on his words.

"Keep it pointed down, angled towards the ground at all times unless firing, understand. And always keep a firm grip."

She nibbled at her lower lip and nodded, tightening her grip on the gun, and keeping her fingers clear of the trigger.

"Alright, now. What I…"

"I don't think I'm cut out for this," she interrupted. "I don't think I need to learn it either, I trust you."

Scott sighed loudly in her ear. "Look. We discussed this at lunch. These people are serious people. I doubt they'll find me again - find us, before I find them, but there are never any guarantees. The fact is this;
if
they find us, we'll be dead before we know they're here."

Lily's heart stopped for a moment and she found herself having a hard time swallowing the lump forming in her throat. His words were so grim that whether he meant to or not, he was greatly increasing her nervousness and fear and she felt her hands begin to shake.

She was suddenly relieved to have the support of his body behind hers to lean back against. As much as she disliked his slightly arrogant attitude, she was grateful to be with him. He made her feel safe, even when telling her the grim truth about their situation.

Taking the gun from her hands and thrusting it into his holster, he spun her around in his arms. She placed her palms on his t-shirt clad chest and looked up into his serious green eyes.

"I need you to be able to defend yourself, just in case."

"But…"

Her protest was cut off as his mouth came crashing down on hers. She moaned, as she slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, her breasts crushing up against his massive wall of a chest. His hands gripped her bottom and he pulled her groin tight against his, the ridge of his cock pressing against her.

Memories of how he'd touched her the night before, and how he'd made her come so hard that it nearly brought tears to her eyes came crashing over her. As much as she kept trying to deny it, she wanted him. Wanted him despite his arrogant demeanour, shit, perhaps even
because
of it. He was so sure of himself, so in control, so calm. And in turn his calm, mellow attitude seemed to help sooth her frazzled nerves.

Lily ground her body up against his, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and nipping gently. Scott groaned and squeezed her ass, again pulling her tighter against the ridge of his thick, hard dick.

Suddenly he pulled away from her, spun her back around, her blonde hair whipping wildly around her head as she turned and he pulled her bottom tight against his groin.

He leaned back into her, his warm breath on her ear sending shivers down her spine and fuelling the throbbing between her legs. "Be a good girl and shoot the target for me and maybe we can continue with the fun stuff later, in the bedroom," he said, his voice deep and husky.

A low growl came from the back of her throat. She wasn't sure which she felt most: aroused by him or pissed because he thought so highly of himself as to offer himself as a 'reward' for a job well done. She decided on offended.

Lily huffed, "The only way you got to see me naked last night was because you got me drunk beforehand."

A deep throated chuckle was her only response to that.

Yeah, it sounded like bullshit to my ears as well
, she admitted to herself.

"Alright, back to it." Bracing himself behind her, he removed the gun from its holster and placed it back in her hands.

She reluctantly accepted the gun and kept it pointed to the ground as he had previously instructed, grip tight and finger away from the trigger.

"When it goes off, it's going to be loud and it's going to be a little scary."

Lily nodded.

"Alright? Ready it to fire."

Lily nodded again, never taking her eyes off of the gleaming gun in her hands, she pumped a bullet into the chamber and turned the safety off. With his gentle guidance she lined the sights up, aiming for the dead center of the bulls-eye.

"Strengthen your stance, Lily."

Another chill ran through her. She wanted to tell him to back away, his closeness was distracting, but at the same time having him close made her feel secure and helped her confidence. So, she gritted her teeth and pushed back her body's cravings for him.

Readjusting her footing, she once again lined the pistol up to the target.