"I'm not going to hurt you," Leif slowly and carefully, slid the gun in and out of my pussy. With his other hand, he rubbed his fingers across my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"I know you're not," I was barely able to put a coherent thought together. "Don't stop."
"Not a chance." He slid the gun in and out faster, always watching for my reaction. If I flinched, he'd pull it out immediately.
I didn't. I rolled my hips harder, riding the weapon and his hand until I shattered into more pieces than I'd ever shattered before. Splintering like fragments of glass spread across the universe. Burning up in the stars. Disintegrating into nothing, until I slammed back into myself, breathless and panting. My back pressed against the car seat as the vehicle slid down the darkened road.
"That was fucking hot," Leaf whispered.
"Mmhmm," Forrest agreed, a hint of a smile on his lips. He took the handle of the gun from Leaf's hand and slid it out of me. He raised it to his nose and inhaled before he tucked it back inplace under my dress. "Good girl. This is special now. It's killed, and it's been inside you."
The gun was slick and fragrant with my juices. I didn't care. It was warm now. I was warm.
"Is it rude to walk into a party rock hard?" Leif asked, looking uncomfortable. "Too bad if it is. That's what's going to happen." He adjusted the front of his pants.
Forrest did the same. "I have no regrets, except that we're almost there."
He pulled my dress back into place and slid the zipper back up, covering me and making me look more or less respectable. People would have some idea what we'd done, but they'd never guess the full extent of it. Never know one of my boyfriends fucked me with a gun.
Shame; they didn't know what they were missing.
The car slowed and pulled up in front of the enormous house. The lights were on in all the windows, glowing golden and welcoming. Even with the windows up, I heard music spilling out. “Santa Baby”, my mother's favorite song. Of course, what better than the homage to material things on Christmas Day?
"One more thing before we go inside," Forrest said.
He brushed some of the hair off the side of my face, leaned in and kissed my cheek. "I love you," he said softly.
I inhaled the masculine scent of him, fresh like pine and new rain, with a hint of something darker. Maybe smoke. Maybe death.
"I love you too," I said back.
"You can do this," He cupped my cheek. "Leif and I will be right there. Woody is ready if something goes haywire."
I nodded and managed a small smile. "I know. We've got this."
I wasn't going to pretend I was ready. This wasn't something a person could be ready for. But Icoulddo this. I owed it toSavannah and countless other women and girls. We had to put a stop to this. No matter what it took.
I took a breath and stepped out of the car behind Leif.
CHAPTER 15
SABLE
The guys stayed firmly by my side as we stepped out of the car, toward my parents' modest holiday home. In other words, ridiculously-oversized-mansion-that-was-unnecessary-unless-they-were-holding-a-big-event-like-this. (TM).
Right now, it was decorated with Christmas trees and glittering lights. Not to mention glittering people, tinkling glasses, and fake laughter.
Trying not to look around outside for Woody, I stepped over the threshold, past security and into the house.
"Sable, dear." My mother swept toward us in a gown so long it obscured her feet, giving her the appearance of gliding across the floor. She glanced at the clock as if we were late.
"Hi, Mom." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, my lips barely touching her skin.
She gave me an air kiss in return, only her perfume touching me before her attention was distracted from me.
She raised her perfectly manicured eyebrows at Forrest. "Judge Cross." She made no attempt to hide her surprise.
"I told you I was bringing a date," I said, trying hard not to bristle.
