Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) (21 page)

I positioned my hands on the gun, holding it level and aiming.

“Wait.” He stepped behind me and helped me aim. The smell of his aftershave drifted to my nose. I loved that smell, and for a moment, I was lost in the scent and feel of his body, which was hard against my back. “Rebecca?”

“Huh?” I looked over my shoulder at him, embarrassed his presence was having such an effect on me. I cleared my throat and straightened my back, squaring my shoulders.

 
“Loosen your grip. Try not to freeze up and then gently pull the trigger.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t close your eyes. Sometimes, the noise and kick back will make you lose focus when shooting. Don’t let it. And remember to breathe between shots.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay. Shoot.”

I took a deep breath in, adjusted my aim a little bit, and fired. I hit next to the bullseye. I took two more shots. There was now no red left. Releasing my breath, I looked back over my shoulder at him and caught a glimpse of surprise in his expression. I grinned.

“You already know how to shoot don’t you?”

I shrugged, turning to face him. “My father may have taught me years ago, and I may go to the range on a regular basis to practice.”

“Oh course he did.” A hint of a smile touched his lips. Taking the gun from my fingertips, he placed it on the tree stump he’d used to steady his sniper rifle and then advanced on me, his smile fading and the look in his eyes losing its humour and growing hungry.

With each step he took towards me, I took one backwards, until I was backed up against the tree stump. With each step I took, my heart thudded a little harder in my chest and moisture began to develop between my legs in anticipation.

Chapter 22

 
Kyle

She stopped suddenly and gave my hand a yank, pulling me into her. Grabbing the front of my black t-shirt in her fist, she backed up a couple of feet until she was wedged between my body and a massive maple tree.

My cock immediately sprang to attention, realizing she was about to bring to fruition what I’d been craving all morning. Caressing the satiny soft skin of her cheek with the back of my hand, I traced the ridge of her jawline, lowering my lips to hers.

With a soft moan, she parted her lips, inviting my tongue in. I eagerly accepted the invitation, while undoing my jeans and pulling out my dick. Pulling back from her, I grabbed her shoulders and twirled her around so her back was to me and pushed her up against the tree, her palms flat against the trunk.

She'd borrowed a pair of my jogging pants, which hung off her. The only thing holding them up was the drawstring. I reached inside the front of her pants and gave the string a tug, and the pants slid down to her ankles.

My cock throbbed, begging me to thrust it hard up into her sweet, tight core.

"Are you wet for me Rebecca?" I asked, brushing her hair to one shoulder and then kissing and nipping my way down her neck to her collarbone.

Rebecca moaned. "I'm always wet for you," she gasped.

Oh, sweet lord!
I stepped between her legs and kicked her feet apart. "I want you to spread wide for me Rebecca," I growled in her ear.

She thrust her ass back against me, taunting me with her wet pussy and tight rear. "If you want it, take it," she challenged.

Reaching between her legs, I slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and groaned. So fucking wet. I brought my two fingers to her lips, and she eagerly took them into her mouth, sucking hard and licking her juices from them.

Watching her suck my fingers reminded me of how good her lips looked around my dick, and I was suddenly torn. Did I want her on her knees in front of me, sucking me off, or did I want to fuck her against the tree? I slipped my fingers from her mouth and thrust them back into her tight pussy.

I pumped them in and out rapidly, stroking her inner wall until she was bucking and moaning against me, begging for me to enter her. Removing my fingers from her, I grabbed my cock and pressed it against her tight entrance.

"How much do you want me fucking you, Rebecca?"

"Please, give it to me. I
need
it." She bucked against my dick, trying to impale herself on my shaft.

That was all the encouragement I needed. With one fast, hard thrust I was up and into her, balls deep and groaning loudly. So tight. Her pretty pink pussy gripped me, begging me to fuck it. As much as I wanted to make her come and hear those soft little noises she made when she hit her climax, I needed to get off more.
I'll make it up to her later
, I promised myself as I jackhammered into her from behind.

With one hand on the trunk of the tree over her head to brace myself, and the other wrapped around her, pinching and rolling her clit between my fingers, I pounded hard into her, over and over. Her pussy was so tight and so wet, it was the closest thing to heaven I'd experienced in my life.

"So tight. Such a beautiful, tight pussy."

I was quickly cresting the summit. Too soon, for my liking, but oh
God
it felt too damned good. The soft noises she was making, the cool air tickling my balls and ass as I pumped into her, and the moist heat that begged me to come, it was simply too much.

"I have to come, but I don't want to come alone," I told her, nipping at the sensitive flesh of her neck.

My words seemed to be all she needed. "Oh my God, Kyle!" she cried out as her body trembled against me, and her pussy quivered around my dick. The feeling of her pussy muscles contracting around my dick was the final straw. Thrusting one last time, I buried myself to the hilt into her and unloaded my cum, squirting it deep into her.

With a satisfied sigh, I collapsed against her body, taking care not to lean too heavily against her slighter frame and hurt her. I took in several deep breaths and released them, before kissing her shoulder tenderly.

Taking a step back, I crouched down, kissed her lower back, grabbed the waistband of her jogging pants, and pulled them back up, tying them securely for her. Once done with her pants, I pulled my jeans back up and tucked myself away again.

When finished, I pulled her tightly into my arms, stroking her long dark hair. "I could get used to this," I told her and meant it. It wasn’t just the sex. It was being with her in general.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she clung tightly to me. "So could I."

I wasn’t sure how things would iron out once the plan was set into motion. I had a suspicion she wasn’t going to let me do what I needed to do, and that she had her own agenda and reasons for seeking out her sister. It didn’t matter. It would go down with me getting what I came for, and I’d deal with Rebecca and the fallout afterwards.

~*~ TT ~*~

Rebecca

“Holy shit! Rebecca! I’ve been so worried!” As soon as I walked our dorm room, Vanessa was off of her little bed and throwing herself at me, wrapping her arms around me, and pulling me tight.

“I was fine.” This was super uncomfortable. I pulled myself from her vice-like grip. “I was with Kyle. You knew that.” Giving her a smile, I walked over to my bed and threw my handbag onto it.

“It’s Wednesday! You never miss classes.” She followed behind me and flopped herself onto my bed beside me. I appreciated the fact she was worried, but her disregard for my personal space was annoying.

“I know.” I smiled at her, a wide,
ohmygod
I’m in love, smile. A smile I’d seen on her lips dozens of times before. “It was the best weekend, I never wanted it to end!” I gushed.

“Really?” Her eyes lit up, and her smile widened as she squirmed on the bed with excitement. The only thing that made Vanessa almost as excited as talking about her own personal life was getting the goods on someone else’s.

“Yes!” I had to lie and make it seem like a fairy tale weekend. “I went to his place, and he had everything packed and ready for us to go to a cabin he’d bought about three hours out of the city.”

“Cool. So what did you guys do?”

“We barbequed, and we went out hiking.” Not exactly, hiking, but whatever.

“Ahh-huh.” Her smile faded a little.

“And we made love over and over. I’m actually sore.” I laughed, nibbling down on my lower lip.

“Made love?” Her smile widened again.

I gave myself a mental pat on the back. I knew she’d grab onto that particular part of my statement. I grimaced, still smiling, pretending I’d slipped up by using the ‘L’ word.

“Is the cold-hearted Rebecca actually in love? Is this the first time in your entire life? After talking about how love was bullshit, and it was all a physical reaction and a need to procreate?”
 

I shrugged. “What can I say? He makes me happy. He challenges me. He’s never boring.” All of that was entirely true. I wasn’t about to tell her about the not so desirable aspects of his personality. Though in truth, it was the not so desirable ones that also attracted me to him.

“So are you…”

“Am I… What?” I was playing dumb. I knew what she wanted to know.

“Is it love?”

I hesitated. I really didn’t know what it was. My feelings toward him was something I’d never felt before. One thing was for sure, it had to be something to put my life into his hands. Stupidity perhaps?

Her eyes widened, and she squealed making me wince. Why did chicks always have to make that excited little ear piercing squeal sound? “You are… Ohmgod!” She hugged me again, tight, nearly knocking the breath from my lungs. “This is so awesome. You deserve to be happy.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There’s no church bells yet. But, I’m happy.” As I said the words, I realized it was true. I was happy – despite all that transpired between Kyle and myself. I smiled, this time a genuine smile.

“So, I met this new guy over the weekend. And he’s amazing! Maybe we can double date?”

A double date with Vanessa and whomever her man of the week was didn’t seem like the most enjoyable experience to me, but she seemed excited over the prospect, and who was I to rain on her parade? It’s not like it would ever happen anyhow – at least not in the foreseeable future. Tomorrow afternoon I’d be in the hospital, and it would be a while before I’d be up to double dating.

A shiver of dread ran through me. All of a sudden, it seemed like an awfully extreme idea. Was talking with my sister and getting answers really that important?

I didn’t hesitate with the answer. Yes, it was.

~*~
 
TT ~*~

“So I was thinking we’d just grab a hot dog from the hot dog cart.”

Vanessa crinkled her nose up at the idea of the cart but reluctantly agreed. She was hardcore calorie counting right now, apparently.

The anticipation of what was to come made my pulse accelerate as we cleared the building and entered the courtyard. Kyle didn’t tell me from which direction he was going to take the shot. He’d just said to grab a dog, sit down in the area we’d sat on our first date, and pretend like everything was normal.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer real food?”

I laughed as we approached the cart. “This is real food. I’ll even pay.”

“If you say so. And as long as you throw in a Coca-Cola.” She paused and nibbled at her lower lip. “Diet Coke rather.”

“Deal.” Vanessa had a thing against what she considered tubed meat; hot dogs, sausages and all the like. But she’d on occasion give in and eat one.

After getting out food and drinks, I cautiously made my way to the table where I’d sat with Kyle. I smiled remembering our first date. We were combatants from the very beginning, but it was all in good fun. It had only been three weeks ago, but it seemed like so much longer than that.

“What’s wrong?”

Looking across the table at Vanessa, I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You look…” she narrowed her eyes at me. “Just not right.”

Smiling, I rolled my eyes at her. “You’re reading into something that doesn’t exist.”

She seemed unconvinced, but as lunch came to an end, I felt the tension within me begin to fade. For whatever reason, Kyle must have had a change in plans.