Chapter 14
SABLE
"Why do I feel like I'm being taken to market?" I pulled down the hem of my dress to show a little more cleavage. After a moment I pulled it back up.
"You look beautiful," Leif said, wrapping his hands around mine before I could adjust it again. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to tie your hands behind your back."
I regarded him for a moment. "I have an idea, let's stay here and do that instead."
We couldn't, I knew that. I had to speak to my parents. I had to see this thing through to the end. What if what I learned was worse than I guessed? Something I didn't want to deal with? I'd have to deal.
There was only one way through this, and that was headfirst. No wonder I felt the start of a headache in my temples. I rubbed at them carefully, not wanting to mess up my makeup.
"We have time for that after," Leif assured me. He glanced over to Forrest, who'd just finished speaking to Woody through his microphone. "Is everything ready?"
Forrest buttoned his suit jacket and adjusted his watch. "As organized as it can be."
"But?" Leif asked before I could.
"No buts," Forrest said. "We're organized. Everything should go smoothly. We all know what we need to do. Let's pull it off."
I couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto my lips.
"I'm starting to think your ideas are better than going to a Christmas party." Leif kissed my knuckles.
"I have an imagination and a healthy appetite," I said. "There's nothing wrong with that. Besides how else am I supposed to respond to the expression, pull it off?"
"I'll choose my words more carefully next time." Forrest patted my hip, making sure the small gun he'd placed there was still as he left it after all my adjustments.
"No, you won't," I teased. I suspected he knew exactly what he was saying when he said it.
"All right, no I won't." The lines around his eyes crinkled as he smiled. "However, I won't regret it either."
"I didn't think for a minute you would," I said. Both of them were incorrigible. It was one of the things I liked the most about them. They weren't scared of my sexuality. They encouraged it. Of course, it benefited them to do so, but I suspected they would have supported me either way.
Forrest took my hand from Leif's and pulled me toward the door. "The car is waiting for us already."
That was part of the plan Woody didn't like.
He'd wanted to drive us. Forrest insisted he get to the party first and called the car.
We'd had to wait a couple of hours for his driver to arrive.
We had little choice though. I wasn't going to walk all that way in heels; it'd take us at least an hour.
My parents would lose their minds if we turned up late, sweaty, or in a taxi.
Public transport was basically a dirty word as far as they were concerned.
I admit, I was tempted to order a taxi anyway, if only to see the expression on their faces.
In the end though, it wouldn't be worth it. They'd be pissed off and not open to a conversation with me. All I'd get from them for the rest of the night was disapproval.
No, I had to do everything I could to avoid putting them offside. Easier said than done, but a girl could try.
With my men on either side of me, I walked out to the car and climbed into the back seat, me nestled in the center between them.
"Champagne?" Forrest reached for the bucket and glasses, pouring some into each before handing them to me and Leif.
I took a sip. "This is nice."
"It's not bad," Leif said. "It doesn't taste as good as you do, though."
"Oh really?" I asked over the lip of my glass.
"Really," he agreed.
He threw the glass back, drinking his in a gulp, before putting it aside. His eyes full of mischief, he leaned over and bent down to press a kiss to the top of my thigh just above my knee. Then the other one.
A shiver passed through me.
"We have time," I said, not sure if I was trying to convince them or myself.
"Of course we do," Leif said, rucking my dress up far enough to slip his hands underneath the hem. He parted my legs and slipped his fingers over the gusset of my panties.
"We can tell the driver to slow down if you like," he said, pushing my skirt up a little more, exposing my lacy black panties.
On the other side of me, Forrest worked his hand behind my back and eased the zipper of my dress down far enough for the bodice to fall away, exposing my breasts.
"You'll make me all flushed," I said. I wasn't sure if I was chastising them or offering a challenge. A little of both, maybe.
"Everyone will know we're serious about you," Forrest said unapologetically.
He leaned down to pull one of my nipples between his lips, sucking gently.
His eyes were on me while he teased the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, a smile on the corners of his mouth.
He seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. I knew I was.
Leif slipped his fingers under the front of my panties and over my pussy, teasing gently and carefully.
"No wonder you wanted to stay home," he whispered. "You're soaking wet."
He parted my legs a little more and pulled the front of my panties aside. Far enough to slide a finger inside me, then another. He worked me with his hands while Forrest lavished attention on my breasts, stopping occasionally to lick his way up and down my neck and nibble on my ear.
Everything felt so good, so perfect. Before I closed my eyes, I glanced out the window. We had a couple more miles to go. Should I come before we get there, or should we park in front of my parents' house and let them make me scream?
I had the feeling they'd enjoy making me scream for everyone to hear. For any other reason, I'd hold on for as long as I could. For this though? That was a chance I didn't dare to take. Not when I needed the answers to questions I wasn't sure I could bring myself to ask.
I rocked my hips against Leif's hand. The barrel of the gun slid against my skin.
The safety was on, but knowing it was there got me going for some reason I couldn't explain.
Was it the danger of having a deadly weapon touching me?
Something that could take a life or destroy one with a single squeeze of the trigger?
I wanted more. Needed something I didn't know I could need. Did I dare to ask?
I'd taken a lot of chances in the last few weeks. What was one more?
Leif must have seen it on my face because he reached under my dress and pulled the gun free. Eyes on me, he slid his fingers out of me and replaced them with the barrel of the gun. The very tip at first, then half an inch, half an inch more.
"Oh my god." It was cold and hard, but I wanted to climb out of my skin and come harder than I ever had before.
"Forrest, was it ever used to kill anyone?" Why was that the question that slipped from between my lips? I didn't know but once I'd said the words, I wanted to know.
"Yes, it has. A couple of people. They both deserved it."
Of course it had, and now it was inside me. My muscles clenched around it.
"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 in place 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 I could do this. I owed it to Savannah 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.