“Why? You don’t have kids or pets. It’s out of the way but accessible if I need to jet to a call. Plus, if someone busts in your front door, they’ll regret it.” He gave me a toothy smile that sent a shiver down my spine. It just seemed… wrong on his face. “You know how to shoot, right?”
“Mm… no.”
He motioned me over, and I stepped closer with a morbid sense of curiosity. He hooked my hand and dragged me down onto his lap, and I was more than happy to snuggle in against his firm muscles. He grumbled under his breath and leaned with me. I had to cling to him so he didn’t drop me on the floor as he groped under the couch to snag the gun.
“See, this isn’t safe!”
He harrumphed, and with one hand easily took the black gun out of the holster.
I let out an unhappy sound, and he shushed me.
“It looks like a BB gun my brother Gabriel had when we were kids. He was the oldest, so he got one, and the rest of us weren’t allowed to touch it. My mom took it because he used it to kill baby squirrels.” My gut churned at the memory. “Is it safe?”
“The gun is safe, it’s people who are stupid. This is a Glock 19. Simple, but I like it.” He untangled himself from me a little so he could use both hands, and I had to hook my arm around his neck to stay on my precarious seat. Faster than I could think, he popped out the magazine and showed it to me. Bullets gleamed golden in the lamplight. “The Glock is always loaded if I’m carrying it. If anything weird happens and you find yourself in the position of needing to move it around outside of the holster, check to make sure it’s unloaded.” He pulled back the top part of the gun and held it up. “See, nothing. It’s empty. Not dangerous right now.” He closed the top part, then pulled the trigger. There was a click. “Now it’s decocked.” He winked at me. “Something I never want to be.”
I groaned. “Nice.”
He chuckled at his own wit, which I found more charming than I thought maybe I should. “If you ever need to fire the gun, make sure the mag is in, cock it, aim, pull the trigger. Bye-bye bad guy.” He reassembled the gun. In no time flat, he stashed it under the couch again.
“Fine. Now I know,” I huffed out with another laugh. “I guess you can keep it there.”
He stretched out one of his long arms and hooked the duffel bag strap with his finger. We were chuckling together as he dragged the bag between his feet.
“I could have gotten it for you.”
“Nah, that would have been too easy.” He popped a kiss on my cheek and unzipped one end of the bag, taking out a long strip of black cloth.
“What’s that?”
He held the fabric up and it unfurled. The ends were hemmed into points. “Will you wear this for me?”
“Is that… a blindfold?”
“Yep.”
Nodding, I sucked in a breath. Excitement sizzled and raced in circles in my stomach. Tyler turned me on his lap so I was facing away from him with my legs hanging on either side of his knees. He rubbed a hand over my belly, almost like he could tell I was turning into a horny mess already. Tingles broke out on my skin as he pressed his lips to the nape of my neck. He kissed up to my ear, and I trembled. With a laugh, he gently draped the cloth over my eyes.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes.” I let out a ragged breath. “Yes, it’s good.”
He tied the blindfold off behind my head, tight enough it wouldn’t slip, but not so snug it hurt. The pressure of the material was interesting, and while the cloth didn’t fully block the light, it was thick enough I couldn’t see the room. My heart drummed and prickles raced down my thighs and along my spine.
My cock plumped with a wild rush of need, and for a second I couldn’t focus on anything else. I felt warm and safe and aroused. Tyler eased me back against his chest and ran his hands along the insides of my thighs, starting at my knees and working his way toward my already interested cock.
“I’ve never done anything like this.” I brushed my fingers over the blindfold.
“No peeking. Don’t move it.” He tugged on the knot at the back of my head, but since his hands were still sneakily massaging my legs and getting closer to my dick, I surmised he must have used his teeth to do it. I bit my bottom lip as a flood of electric sparks swirled in my groin, causing my cock to swell and push against my jeans. “You’re not kinky?” he growled out into my ear. I gulped air as he nibbled on my earlobe, then sucked it.
I laughed. “I’m not really sure how kinky this is. Pretty tame, isn’t it?”
“You know what I like about this?” he asked, giving the end of the blindfold at the back of my head another little tug so I had to move with it, stretching my neck in an arch. When he had my head bent back how he wanted it, he let go of the blindfold, and I quivered, instinctively understanding he didn’t want me to move. He licked a long stripe from my collar up over my Adam’s apple and to the bottom of my chin.
“No.”
“You’re completely at my mercy. You have to trust me entirely.” He sucked hard along my throat, and the sweet, pleasure-pain of having my lingering bruises toyed with had my cock pulsing with heat. My cockhead pushed at the inside of my boxers and throbbed where it was trapped in my jeans. I tried to move around, but he held me in place with his palms on my thighs. All I could do was stay still and experience the need sparking through my veins and making my skin too hot.
Tyler let go of my left leg, but before I could wonder why, cold metal slid onto the wrist of my useful hand. I bit my lip as he secured what I thought were his work handcuffs on me. He leaned me forward and peeled my sweater up and off, and I let him. Once he’d worked the material free of my arms and the cuffs, he brought my other hand over until it was at my middle.
