Breathing raggedly, our bodies spark. “Fuck!” Baz clenches his jaw as a sheen of sweat coats our skin. “Come with me, baby. Come with me.” He can barely speak as the strokes of his hips elongate, becoming deeper and slower. I claw at his back as another orgasm roars. His pelvis smashing against my clit sends me on the same path as him. I look into the light seconds before he explodes, and we come together in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy.
My insides turn over once more with bliss as Baz collapses on top of me.
Shaking and winded, I lie beneath him completely incapacitated and thoroughly sated.
After a few dizzying beats, Baz slides off me just enough to let me breathe. He threads his fingers in my long strands and wraps one leg around me. Trapped underneath him, we both close our eyes and lie there soundly until we drift back to sleep.
We can’t keep our hands off each other. The draw is just too potent. It’s magnetic. Unstoppable.Detrimental.
I ride Baz hard. His big, thick cock and broad body force-feeding every single one of my desires.
“Shit, Stevie, don’t stop. Ride me, ride me, ride me until we both fucking come.” He massages both of my breasts as my pussy pounds around him. I watch him fall apart beneath me. The tangible and intangible worlds clashing together. My loyalties are being tested. I’m here for a reason. A job. A responsibility. If I don’t execute, the consequences will be severe. What side am I on? Gazing down at Baz, I know. I know the decision I have to make.
“Stevie.” Baz squeezes both of my breasts as he tenses beneath me. “You’re gonna make me come, baby. God, your fucking body. Your fucking pussy.” The twisted look of yearning on his face tips me over the edge. Warm, wet heat flows from between my legs as he stiffens. I control the moment. Control Baz’s pleasure. The power is intoxicating.
Baz softens below me, his body depleted. His head rolls loosely on his pillow as he moans lazily with his eyes closed.
I pull the gun before he has any idea. I point it straight at his head and then pull the trigger.
BANG!
I startle awake, choking for air. It feels like someone had their hands wrapped around my throat.
“Stevie?” Baz flies up off the pillow. “You okay?” He wraps his arms around me as I wheeze. “It was a bad dream, baby. Just a bad dream.” He kisses my head and rocks me slowly.
I try to catch my breath as feelings of dread and fear and heartache invade.
I look out the window at the beautiful landscape as I fight to calm down.
“I’m fine,” I try to assure him. “I’m fine. You’re right. Really bad dream.”
“You want to talk about it?”
“No,” I slap back. “I don’t even really remember it.” I try to recover, and lie. “Just the way it made me feel.” I look up into Baz’s concerned, glittery eyes, and guilt eats me alive.
He is so sincere. So humane, an air of refreshing honesty follows him everywhere like an aura. How could I take someone like that from this world?From me?
I bury my head in his neck and nuzzle my face against him, drawing on his earthy scent and strong embrace.
“Do you want some water, or anything?”
“No. I just want this. You.”
“You have me.” He lays us back down and secures me in his arms. I play with the small smatter of hair in the center of his chest, wracking my brain for a plan to get us out of this.
BAZ AND Ihave done nothing but eat, sleep, and fuck for the last three days.
I idly wonder if we can just stay holed up in this cabin forever?
Probably not practical, but a hit woman can dream.
Baz’s stomach rumbles loudly, and he groans. “I need food. A lot of it.”
“We’ve been burning some serious calories. I’m not surprised.” I laugh.
“I have a crazy idea. Let’s actually leave the house today.”
“That is crazy,” I quip. “Where exactly would you like to go?” I prop my chin up on his chest.
