Mr. Too Big: BWWM Hitman Romance Novella Page 7

  Jay held inside me for as long as he could, and then I felt his body leaving me, making me miss him instantly. Right away I felt empty and isolated, and more than a little bit confused by what had just taken place- even despite being the one who had initiated it.

  Thankfully, though, Jay didn't let me remain that way for long.

  He grabbed me, and he wrapped me up in his arms, and he pulled me down with him to the floor of the shower. We lay huddled there in the afterglow. Kissing, and squeezing one another. Both of us, I think with the same thing on our minds- what the hell did this mean, and where the hell did it go from here?

  But there was plenty of time to worry about all of that later.

  Right now, all that mattered was that the two of us were together, entwined in this moment, and in each other. The rest, we decided, perhaps a little bit naively would sort itself out with time.

  Somehow, though, some way, this had to work out.

  I craved him too much for this not to work out.

  Jay

  Hot damn.

  If I hadn't been in this deep enough before, you can bet your ass I was now.

  I had never, in a million years, intended for what happened between Keisha and me to happen.

  Under normal circumstances it never would have happened. She was my captive. I didn't have time for feelings.

  Fortunately for both of us, she took the initiative for both of us when she crawled into that shower with me, without a word of warning. And now, the two of us couldn't seem to get enough of one another.

  From that point onward, we were on each other like rabbits. The safe house became like our own private little Shangri-La, and the two of us were at it not stop, in every position, whenever the urge struck us.

  We would be sitting around, and she would suddenly just be climbing up on top of me, wriggling on my lap, and before I knew it I would be taking her as she sat astride me, right there on the couch.

  Or I would pin her up against the wall, and yank down her underwear, and just start taking her from behind, loving the way she moaned for me, the way she needed me so badly, and couldn't seem to get enough no matter how much I filled her up with my hardness.

  Maybe I was letting my guard down a little bit too much, and I was aware of that. If she'd wanted to, she could have taken that key from around my neck at any time, and made her escape.

  But I never believed that she would. I'd learned to become a rather expert bullshit detector over the years, and I was pretty skilled at knowing whenever someone was trying to pull something over on me.

  The way Keisha looked at me whenever she wanted me eliminated any doubt in my mind. It let me know, better than anything else possibly could, that her feelings for me were genuine.

  As real and as intense as were my own. In spite of the circumstances of our proximity, and in spite of the grave stakes if something went wrong, the two of us had fallen in love with one another. Fallen hard and fast, far past the point that we could possibly recover from it.

  It had been years since I'd known anyone who made me feel this way, even remotely. It had been years since I'd allowed anyone to make me feel this way, since Julia, really, and since before I'd enlisted.

  And yet somehow, in a matter of days, this amazing young woman, the daughter of my archenemy, had reached in and taken possession of my heart. She'd claimed me, and made me her own, and turned the tables on me in a way I hadn't even remotely been expecting.

  I tried to fight off her advances, but I'm only human after all. Her lips are only as soft as rose petals and her laugh was more infectious than the January flu.

  Keisha was a rich girl who seemed to enjoy the game of it all. I'd let her think she was in control and then switch it up on her in an instant...

  It got to the point where I even let her share my bed with me at night. It was like I forgot all about the situation we were in together, and the possibility of her escaping. This had gone from feeling like a hostage situation to feeling like we were in our own little world together. A world neither of us was in any great hurry to escape.

  And though I knew that world was going to collapse soon enough, probably far sooner and far more definitively than I wanted to believe, I tried to put off that moment for as long as I could. Put it off by holding her in my arms. Kissing her as she slept. Listening to the sound of her breathing. Loving how peaceful she looked, and for once, the first time in so long, feeling some modicum of that very same peace for myself.

  I really, truly started to believe that that peace would go on forever. But then, just as I was starting to forget the past, and all its demons, the real world reared its ugly head again. And I was reminded, all too harshly, of why that peace could never really be mine.

  _____

  Keisha and I had just finished another wild round of passionate sex together. I'd taken her on all fours with her ass in the air in the middle of the living room, spanking her while I rammed my rock hard dick into her tight hot pussy.

  I'd been just about to cum, delirious from how good she felt, and the pure beauty of her screams, when suddenly she called back to me, begging me to give it to her just how she liked it.

  “Finish on my ass!” she begged me, and I was so close to busting, I just wanted to give her exactly what she wanted from me. I pulled out of her in a hurry, feeling the surges of pleasure just on the brink of spilling over. I smacked a hard palm against her ass and watched the cheeks bounce, making her shriek, and I slid I cock up her crack, nestling it against the tight pinprick of her opening.

  I roared, and started to cum, and pumped my hot seed into her, filling the hole from the outside until it spilled over, and started dripping between her legs. The sight was amazing, my hot sperm dripping down along her skin, making its way to her pussy. I kept on pumping my shaft as I watched it, finishing up all over her cheeks, painting her with my molten love, giving her all of me, until every last drop had been exhausted.

  “Damn...” I sighed, finally pulling back from her, my skin tingling, still working my shaft in my hand as I watched myself gently dripping down along her flesh, threatening to make me hard again if I wasn't careful.

  I looked up, and Keisha was leering back at me, smiling.

  “Your cum feels amazing on me,” she said, and she wiggled her butt playfully at me, striking a powerful nerve as I watched.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked. “How does this feel?”

  I grabbed her by the ass and buried my face in her. She shrieked and giggled as I began to sweep my tongue around over her flesh, licking myself off of her, sliding it into her pussy while I collected every last drop. She giggled, and tensed up, then grew serious as the pleasure became vital to her. I didn't let up until she was trembling so much from pleasure and screaming so loudly she could barely breathe.

  Her flesh grew hot beneath my palms as flames of pleasure licked up and down her body.

  Finally, I pulled away from her, and she rolled over onto her back, her arms outstretched for me to come up and lie down on top of her.

  The two of us kissed, slowly, and serenely in the afterglow. I wanted so badly to tell her that I loved her, and at one point I actually almost let it slip.

  But then she kissed me again, and I came to my senses. I remembered what a dangerous game I was playing, and how foolish, how cruel it was of me to promise this girl more than I knew I could give her.

  She was my captive after all, and I was just a soldier. A hit man. A worthless piece of shit who couldn't hope to be worth the ground she walked on.

  She'd sleep with me, sure, but a girl like that would never settle down with a guy like me.

  Maybe one day, long in the future, I'd tell her how I felt. But I'd be kidding myself to think she'd give me a worthwhile response now.

  After a while, the two of us found ourselves just lying there, our hearts beating gently against one another. Our thoughts a spacey, abstract haze.

  Finally, Keisha leaned in and kissed the top of my chest.

  “I
should go and shower,” she said. “I'm a mess.” She giggled as she said it, and I reluctantly agreed to let her go, spanking that ass and loving the way it bounced as she hopped off into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her.

  I sighed, and sat there naked for a while, thinking about things I didn't really want to consider. The cold sweat lingering on my skin began to cause me discomfort, so I got out of bed.

  I wandered into my room for a change of clothes and had just put on my pants when a sound struck my ears- a sound that made my blood run cold.

  My cell phone was ringing.

  My throat tightened, and I watched it for several seconds, knowing exactly who it was without even having to look.

  All at once, the world was real again. The circumstances of my present situation came flooding back to me, filling me with dread.

  I picked up the phone, hating the fact of doing so as I opened it up, trying to sack up and keep the hesitation from my voice.

  “Yeah?” I asked, managing to sound gruff, indifferent, and like the jackass that I was.

  “Sampson, you cock-sucking son-of-a-bitch. I have your motherfucking money, you motherfucker...”

  I could have responded to the cock-sucking remark by letting him now that I still had the taste of his daughter on my mouth, but I managed to hold myself back. I respected Keisha far too much to use her as some cheap shot like that, toward a man like her father.

  He wasn't worth it.

  “Marlon. So good to hear from you, too,” I said dryly.

  “Fuck you,” Marlon snapped, and even through the phone, I could feel those cold dark eyes shooting into me.

  “Be at the dock in one hour. You know the one. Come get your goddamn money and tell me where the fuck my daughter is! And if a single hair on her head is harmed by the time I get to her, you can bet your ass that wherever the hell you go, wherever the hell you think you can run from me, I will find you. And I will have your head on a silver fucking platter.”

  I tensed up at his threats. Not because they scared me. But because the prospect of giving this beautiful angel, the woman I loved back to him made my stomach churn.

  She was mine, not his. I couldn't let her go.

  I knew the dock he was talking about, though. It was the same one where he and I had first met to arrange hits before he trusted me enough to meet him in his office. A place far off the beaten path, secluded, away from prying eyes and listening ears.

  I didn't want to give Keisha back to him. I would have rather died first, or preferably killed Marlon with my bare hands.

  Yeah that would be a brilliant move, killing her dad. Chicks dig that.

  Despite my desperation for revenge, I could never hurt Keisha like that.

  But what the hell could I do? I knew I couldn't keep her here forever. As perfect as it had started to seem, the illusion had burst. There was no longer any possibility of sustaining it.

  Even if I didn't have to worry about her father and his goon squad coming here, and hunting me down like an animal, it wasn't fair of me to think that Keisha belonged to me. She and I could have never have been more than a dream.

  The best that could come of this would be me moving on with my life.

  I didn't know if I could bear it. She'd been the sole focus of my days, my company on what would have otherwise been lonely nights. Despite everything I'd done, she didn't seem to be afraid to get too close. She jumped right into danger, without hesitation. My kind of girl.

  She was the closest a man like me could ever come to redemption.

  “I'll be there,” I said, silently damning the words the instant they'd passed forth from my lips.

  “You'd better be,” said Marlon, disconnecting the call before I had a chance to get in another word.

  I stood there, astonished, strangely powerless to believe that this was actually happening.

  But I knew that it was.

  I knew that the time had come.

  My stay in paradise was over.

  It was time to end this story, once and for all.

  It was time to say goodbye.

  ______

  Keisha stepped out of the bathroom, her glistening wet body wrapped up in a towel, looking like a snack at that very moment. Her long, natural hair fell down to her breasts, just barely covering her dark brown nipples. Her milky thighs met together at her voluptuous hips. She smiled, revealing perfectly straight white teeth.

  It was like a twisting of the knife already lodged deep in my chest.

  She turned toward me with a smile on her face, and it fell promptly at the expression on my own. I didn't have to say a word for her to know exactly what was coming.

  At that moment, all the money in the world wouldn't have been enough for me to voluntarily leave her. Now, though, there was so much more at stake than that.

  “Keisha,” I said. “It's time. Your father called. I'm meeting him in an hour, and he's giving me the money he owes me. Then I'll tell him where you are, and-”

  “-And we'll never see each other again,” said Keisha.

  Her tone was flat. Matter-of-fact. Totally devoid of emotion, or inflection. Like she was reading about all of this in an encyclopedia, instead of living it.

  “I... Um...” I said, but how could I respond to this?

  How could I lie to her, and tell her it would be any other way than exactly how she said? I couldn't do that. I just couldn't.

  I wanted, again, to tell her that I loved her. I fought with the urge. It wrestled me to the ground. It forced my mouth open, and I almost said the words.

  But then I stopped myself.

  It would only hurt her more.

  A heaviness hung over the room. For the first time, this windowless place with its low ceilings and narrow walls actually began to feel like a prison. I didn't ever want to leave Keisha's side, but suddenly it felt a hell of a lot easier than having to remain here with her at this moment. In this space filled with nothing but heartbreak, and promises I'd made that I knew that I could never keep.

  “Well,” she finally said. “You should get going then, I guess.”

  I could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and it killed me to watch. I moved closer to Keisha and tried to brush them away, but she jerked her head from me, unwilling even to let me touch her.

  I understood.

  I took a deep breath and stepped back. I did my damnedest to adopt the mindset of a soldier. Divorcing such deeply felt emotions from the actions that I knew had to be undertaken. To do what I had no choice but to do, not matter how hard it was.

  If I didn't act now, the strength might fail me, and I simply couldn't allow that to happen.

  “I need you to go to your bedroom. I'm locking the door to the safe house from the outside, and taking off the padlock. I'll give your father the key to your room. He'll get you out when he gets here.”

  “Yeah. Sure,” she said.

  She didn't sound angry at me. More at herself, it seemed. For putting herself in the situation of loving me. Like it wasn't my fault, as much as- no- more than hers.

  But we'd both known it couldn't last. And now it was over.

  We walked silently together to her bedroom door, and she stepped inside. I stood on the threshold, and we both lingered there for a long time, silent, both staring at the floor.

  “Keisha,” I finally said, and she barely looked up at me. “I'm sorry.”

  “I know you are,” she said.