Harley's Choice (12 page)

“Nope not me, so what’s on the TV?”

“I have absolutely no idea.” He reached over
and turned off the lamp and rolled toward me. The only light was
filtering under the heavy curtains but it was enough to see the
intensity of his gaze. I didn’t even need to see it, I felt it. It
stripped me naked and raw. “Tell me something Harley. Who are
you?”

“You know who I am.”

“No I know who you were. I don’t know this
new Harley. She’s not the same little kitten that left us ten years
ago.” I so desperately wanted to tell him, his voice begged for an
answer,
the
answer.

The only one I couldn’t give.

Not yet, I was still too scared. So I
settled on a vague truth, as had been my motto the last day. “I
told you I’ve been taking martial arts, I also took self-defense
classes, I mean look at me I’m tiny and a victim in waiting. I took
control and taught myself to protect myself, since I no longer had
you two to do it.” I held the tears back but he must have heard
them or felt my body shake, either way he pulled me into his arms
and held me close.

“Shh, Harley, well the good news is that we
are back and if you will allow us we can see how it goes. Hold on.”
He rolled away from me and let the cold in but when he rolled back
he was closer. I wasn’t sure if I moved closer or if he did but I
rejoiced in the almost full body contact but the clothing between
us was going to have to go. “Here we got this for you and before
you ask, yes he knows I’m giving this to you now.”

He placed a chain with a charm into my
hands. In all of my training I was never taught to see in the dark.
“Light,” He rolled back over and flipped the switch for the lamp
and in my hand a beautiful slim braided silver chain and a little
pewter daisy with a diamond on one of the petals. “Oh Carson it’s
beautiful!” I loved it instantly. I sat up and spun around and
moved my braid out of the way so Carson could fasten it.

“I was hoping you’d like it.” He placed his
hands on my shoulders and kissed my neck. I shivered and like it
usually is around these two my switch was flipped and I was ready
for more. He kissed my neck again and I moaned and leaned my head
to opposite direction to allow him more access to my neck. He took
it one step further. “Arms up.” His voice was rough in my ear and
kick started my pulse to racing speed.

I raised my hands just as the shirt was
ripped up and off. “Don’t damage the shirt, it’s my favorite.” His
laughter was silent and quick, I didn’t mind as we both had other
things to focus on. I turned to face him his clear blue eyes were
hooded and turning a stormy blue. I was sucked into them and him. I
swayed closer and then finally I had my skin on skin contact.

“You are such the kitten are you?” I looked
at him and he smiled at me pulling me deeper into his eyes. I also
must have had a confused look on my face because he ran his hand
over my head and down my braid and said. “You just mewed, my little
kitten.” Of course for him my trigger for my sexual appetite would
be their nickname for me. I pounced and had him on his back in a
blink of an eye. “But you are not the same kitten that left us ten
years ago are you?”

“Is that a bad thing?” He put an arm behind
head and smirked. I leaned down and flicked his nipple with my
tongue.

His chest tried to squeeze into the bed and
he laughed. “No, but I’m ticklish there.”

“Where? Here?” and I flicked the other
nipple with my tongue.

He chuckled and flipped me over. He loomed
over me his body pressing me into the mattress.

I wanted more.

I put my arms under his and touched his
back. I felt the muscles flex and the dance was erotic to the
letter. “I told you I was ticklish there.”

“Mmm, so you did.” I licked my lips. “Are
you going to kiss me or what?”

“I plan on kissing you and more.”

Boy did he.

I wasn’t sure there was a part of my body
untouched by his lips. My own lips felt swollen and I was pretty
sure I had chafing on my neck from his stubble. I was curled in the
fetal position where the last orgasm left me. Carson was curled
around my back with his arms wrapped around me. “I love hearing my
name ripped from your throat like that.”

“I’m glad you like it, because that last one
I think took a good portion of my voice with it.” My voice was
still rough and raw.

“I have every intention of making you scream
again in a little bit.”

“Oh please let me get a drink of water
first.” I cleared my throat. “Ow!” his chest shook against my back.
“Are you laughing at me?”

“No of course not Harley, I’d never laugh at
you.” His voice was light and his chest shook again.

“You are laughing at me.” His arms tighten
around me and he burst out laughing. So I did what any red blooded
assassin – and woman – would do I flipped over and kissed the
laughter out of him.

By the time I pulled back from the kiss I
was straddling his chest and had his arms pinned next to his side
with my thighs and my feet tucked under his lower back. I sat up
and looked down at him. “So are you going to continue to laugh at
me?”

I watched the thoughts roll across his face,
I felt his muscles constrict as he attempted to free himself from
me. Then I watched his eyes widen then narrow as he took in his
situation. All of this happened within a moment from the time I sat
up on his chest to his realization took less than ten seconds.
“Alright Harley, what are you not telling us?”

That statement was enough for me to lose
concentration and for him to pull an arm out. His used that arm to
then pull me off to the side and then he had the upper hand and I
was again pinned beneath him. “I have no idea what you’re talking
about.”

“Dammit Harley, you better start talking.” I
bucked and he pressed my hips to the bed with his and pulled my
arms above my head. “Besides the new looks and air of confidence
there is something else about you that I haven’t worked out but god
dammit I will.”

“I wish you wouldn’t, you may not like what
you figure out.” I turned my head and looked at the headboard.
“What if what you found out puts you in danger? What if you can’t
accept what you find out?”

“Woman quit talking in fucking riddles and
just tell me the truth.”

“I can’t…” It came out as a whisper but he
heard it nonetheless.

“Why, Harley, why can’t you tell me?”

I looked back into his eyes. “Tell me
Carson, would you rather shoot someone who broke into your house or
wait for the police?”

“Well I guess that depends…”

“No, no situations, no what-ifs, shoot or
wait for the cops?”

“Shoot.” He said seriously and honestly. I
watched his eyes for any indication that he would back track or add
an exception but he stuck to his answer.

“And Kyle?”

“What does this have to do with
anything?”

“Just answer the question!” I felt the tears
dripping into my ears and the burn in my throat.

“I don’t know.” He stood up releasing my
hands and I sucked in a breath with the pain that comes from the
blood returning to original flow patterns. “Dammit I hurt you!” he
bellowed and turned on the light.

He took my wrist in his hands and frowned as
the bruises formed. “I just bruise easily is all, look?” I held my
hands out and rotated I had finger marks on the tops of my thighs
and the bottom side, I also had a set of hand prints on my hips and
an arm mark across my back I turned back to face him and watched as
his eyes cringed as the marks from our own love making started to
darken. He took a step back. “Oh, please don’t.” I quickly covered
as much of my body as I could with my arms.

But it was too late.

“Kyle! I know you’re awake get in here now!”
Carson bellowed. The door opened and a bedraggle Kyle stood there
looking extremely yummy. I licked my lips as I looked back and
forth between the two of them. “Don’t even think about it Harley!”
Carson roared I snapped my eyes to his and his bore into my soul,
stripping me of any defense. “Did you know about this?” He motioned
to my body and Kyle’s eyes followed his direction then widened.

“Christ kitten, why didn’t you say
something.”

“Like what?”

“Like we were hurting you!” Carson bellowed
again.

My dander rose and I exploded. “Because you
weren’t that’s why!! I loved getting every single one of these
bruises. Each and every one of them tells me that you were so
blinded by lust for me that it became animalistic at best!” I
turned around and heard Kyle suck in a breath and Carson groan,
“well except the one right there,” and I reached behind me and
pointed to one on my shoulder blade, “that one was my fault. I
wasn’t paying attention.” The ones from fighting this afternoon
were in comparison horrible as they were already a lovely purple
color the others weren’t anywhere as deep.

I had to change their thoughts so I very
slowly climbed back onto the bed and when I was in the middle of it
on my hands and knees I looked back to the guys. “So who would like
to leave another bruise?” Not sexy but the proof of my need and
theirs marked my body in a way that made me feel desired in a way I
have never felt and I wanted more.

Kyle caught onto the meaning of my statement
before Carson and climbed up onto the bed behind me and caressed my
ass. I felt the pleasurable pain of each bruise he touched. I
arched into his hand as he ran it across the print that was the
exact size of his arm across my back. “This does not excuse you
from not saying anything kitten. We can be careful with you.” he
whispered into my ear.

“I, don’t, want, gentle…” I spun on him and
pinned him to the bed, “If I wanted gentle I would have said so. I
don’t need kiddie gloves; I want hard, uncontrolled lust!” I bit
his nipple slightly and his hips bucked up. I about flew out of my
skin when a second pair of hands pressed into the bruises on my
thighs.

But then my body betrayed my true desire
with not only a long moan but as Carson so eloquently pointed out.
“Christ kitten, you are insatiable. You seem to be leaking.” He
slid a finger through the fluids and then into me initiating the
first scream of the night. After that it was nothing but hands
tangling, their bodies making me a very sexy Harley sandwich. I
felt used, bruised and very sedated.

It was after midnight when I was finally
allowed to go to sleep. One deep content sigh later and I was
out.

As I lay in
bed listening to the snores of the men on either side of me I was
thinking to myself: I am knee deep in Belladonna here. One, one is
the socially acceptable partner isn’t it? Why do I get two? Do I
have to choose? Who would I choose? I rolled to my left and there
lay Kyle, his light brown eyelashes resting on his lower lids, his
bow shaped lips curled into a slight smile, his wavy hair in an
unruly natural state.

Could I choose him over Carson? Kyle would
love me fully and deeply, he would laugh with me and be there when
I need someone to be there. He would bend and flow with my moods
(or at least I hope he would).

I rolled back the other way and looked at
Carson. His body so obviously between me and the door, he is the
protector. He would always put my safety first and he’s so strong
and just looked like someone one wouldn’t mess with. I wouldn’t
think he would bend me to his will and if he tried it would cause
endless fights.

He would be there always as a rock, a
pillar, a mighty oak tree. I looked at the thick lashes that cast a
shadow upon his lower lids and though his upper lip was thin. His
bottom lip was full and pouted so cutely in his sleep. The dark
stubble created the perfect example of a ‘Five O’clock Shadow’ and
I wanted to rub my hand against it but I wouldn’t dare. I didn’t
want to wake him.

Finally was the white elephant: my career. I
loved what I did, I loved the freedom and rush. I may seem sick to
some people, but dropping the poison into someone’s drink, or
thrusting the knife in between their ribs into their lungs was
freeing.

I closed my eyes and for the first time
wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I knew I was screwy, but
was I so bad that the thought of killing for money was alright for
me? I wasn’t going to apologize for my line of work – I was good at
it, but did I want to continue on this path with these two waiting
there to hold me and to love me?

I slipped out the end of the bed and was
about in the bathroom when I heard. “Get back to bed Harley.
Now!”

“Um, let me just get in the shower ‘k?”

“No there will be plenty of time for that in
a bit. The Archery class doesn’t begin until ten.” I walked back
toward the bed and looked at Carson. He still looked to be
sleeping. Did I imagine that entire conversation? No, I couldn’t
have. I shook my head and turned to go into the shower when I was
grabbed from behind. I screamed as I was lifted off the floor and
rolled back into the middle of the bed with Carson’s massive hand
holding me down and a moment later Kyle’s arm wrapped itself under
my breasts.

“Don’t you know it’s not good etiquette to
leave the party early?” Kyle said on a yawn.

“It’s not early. The day has begun and I
wanted a shower.”

“Cars, what time is it?” Kyle asked

“In the vicinity of five thirty.”

“Christ kitten you get up early.”

“Look I’ve been up for a good half hour I
had just decided to get out of bed when Carson so rudely dropped
his demand.”

“It wasn’t a demand…it was a really strong
request.” Carson said into my ear. Releasing a thousand tiny
butterflies down my ear canal and along my spine until they all
settled in my stomach.

“Well fine whatever, now why did you call me
back to bed.” No one answered me, but Carson did release me though
to pull the covers over me. I giggled as he tucked them under my
chin and then his hand retook its position across my stomach then
before I thought possible I was accompanied by light snores in both
ears. “Oh you have to be joking.” Both of their mouths lifted in
half grins and then settled back into a relaxed state.