12. Lee
Lee
I thought I had a lead. Instead, all I found were two dead college kids and four bags of Vinculum.
It’s all connected somehow. Someone has to be able to tell me what happened to her that night.
Rage fills my broken heart, and I pull into the parking lot.
I grab my guns and bullets and the rest of my range gear. I'm pissed I can’t put one in someone’s head.
In my sensible heels and skirt, I storm up to the range.
Bill sits at the entrance and gives me a wave. I ignore him. I'm not in the mood for anything other than murder.
My heels click down the hallway, and I find my favorite stall. No one is here this late, thank the gods.
I slam my bag onto the counter, the metal clanging giving me a small sort of satisfaction.
Pulling ear protection on, I shove my safety glasses into place.
My hands shake with the kind of rage that only steel and gunpowder soothe.
The skirt rides high on my thighs as I spread my stance in these stupid shoes.
I load the magazine with sharp, angry clicks, rack the slide, and send the target sailing downrange.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Each pull of the trigger punches through the silence.
Goddamn dead end again.
I’m breathing through my teeth when I feel a prickle on the back of my neck.
Someone’s here. I don’t turn. I just reload and fire again, tighter grouping this time, right through the center mass like I wish I could do to anyone involved in this.
“Lee.”
Elliot’s voice is rough, right behind me. I stiffen but don’t stop. My finger squeezes again. The shot cracks loud enough to rattle my bones.
“Why are you here?” I snap, voice flat. I reload and shoot another round.
“Talk to me. What the hell happened tonight? You look like you’re going to kill anyone in your path.”
I laugh, short and bitter, and keep shooting.
“Nothing you can fix. Go away, Elliot.”
Of course he doesn’t.
Instead, his hands settle on my hips from behind, warm and steady through the thin fabric of my skirt.
I should shove him away. I should tell him to fuck right off. But the next shot goes wide because his hand brushes over the curve of my ass.
“Lee,” he says against my ear, breath hot. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to carry it alone.”
I line up my gun again, jaw tight.
“I said nothing.”
His palms slide lower, then he drags my skirt up inch by inch until cool air hits the back of my thighs.
My pulse spikes. I fire, and then his fingers hook into my panties, dragging them down my legs in one smooth yank.
They catch on my heels. I don’t step out.
I just spread my legs wider, bracing, because his mouth is already there.
“Fuck,” I hiss as his tongue drags up my slit from behind, slow and filthy.
He groans like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and the vibration buzzes straight to my clit.
I squeeze the trigger again. The gunshot masks the wet sound of him licking into me. He eats me like he wants to taste every inch of my heat. Switching between broad strokes of his tongue and spearing inside me. He doesn’t stop until my knees buckle.
I fire again. The recoil jolts through me and straight into the pleasure building low in my belly. My free hand grips the counter hard enough to whiten my knuckles.
“Elliot—shit—don’t—”
He spreads me wider with his fingers, tongue fucking inside me now, deep and relentless. I’m so soaked it has to be dripping down his chin.
My next shot goes high. I don’t care. I’m grinding back against his face, like some desperate whore. I am for him though. I came here to try and kill a few demons and ended up getting devoured instead.
He pulls back just long enough to growl, “Still not talking?”
Then he buries his face again, two thick fingers sliding into me, curling hard. I come with a curse that gets swallowed by the next gunshot. My body jerks sharp and sudden as my orgasm forces my body to clamp down and shake.
I’m still pulsing when he stands. The sound of his belt and zipper fills the room.
Before I can catch my breath, he spins me around, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and drops me onto my back on the shooting counter.
My legs are shoved up and back until my knees are almost beside my ears, completely exposed.
He spits once, thick and deliberate, right onto my asshole, then notches the head of his cock there.
“Elliot,” I start.
“Shh.” He pushes forward. The thick head breaches the tight ring of muscle. I gasp at the burn. He doesn’t stop. He sinks into my ass in one long, relentless stroke until he’s sealed himself inside the tight channel.
At the same time, he reaches for the gun I dropped, clears the chamber with a loud metallic click so I hear it’s empty, and presses the thick barrel against my dripping pussy.
“Fine,” he says, voice low and cruel, eyes locked on mine. “You need a gun to help you feel better? I’ll give you that too.”
He pushes the barrel inside my entrance in one slow, filthy slide while his cock stays buried deep in my ass. The double stretch is overwhelming. It’s so hot: thick cock in my ass and cold, unyielding steel filling my cunt from the front. I cry out, back arching off the counter.
“Fuck, Lee,” he groans, voice dark and satisfied. “My cock in your tight little ass and the gun in your pussy. This what you needed?”
All I can do is nod frantically, too overwhelmed to speak.
He shoves the metal deep inside me, as deep as I can take it.
The thick, cold barrel stretches me wide open, pressing firmly against his thick cock through the thin wall separating them.
The brutal contrast of the steel against the wall of my hot flesh makes me tremble violently off the counter.
A jagged moan rips from me. I feel impossibly full, stuffed completely in both holes at once.
He starts to move, slow at first, then harder, fucking my ass with deep pulls while he works the gun in a perfect rhythm. Every thrust makes the barrel shift inside me.
“Tell me why you need this, Lee. What has you so torn up?” he grits out between thrusts. “Or I’ll keep you like this until you break.”
I don’t answer. I just moan and claw at his shoulders, taking both the gun and his cock deeper.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it? You came here to try to feel something, but what you really needed was to be stuffed full until you couldn’t think about anything else. I’m giving it to you, baby. I’m fucking all that pain and rage right out of you.”
He rams into me harder, hips slapping against my ass, the wet, filthy sounds echoing through the range.
“Come on, Lee. Come all over my cock and this gun. Let it all go for me. I’ll get rid of whatever demons are haunting you, even if it means I have to ruin you to do it.”
My third orgasm crashes over me without warning, harder than the first two. My whole body locks up around the gun and his cock at the same time.
I come with a scream, convulsing around steel and Elliot’s length buried deep inside me.
He follows right after with a guttural groan, burying himself in my ass and spilling hot and deep inside me while the gun stays buried in my pussy.
For a long second, we stay locked together. His cock still pulsing in my ass, the gun still filling my cunt, my skirt bunched uselessly around my waist, cum and arousal leaking everywhere, the smell of sex and gunpowder thick in the air.
Then the fight drains out of me all at once.
I sag forward, and the tears come hot and fast. I don’t sob. I just cry silently. I know right now I’m showing the broken parts of me that I never show anyone.
Elliot pulls out the gun first. Then he slides out of me gently, tucks himself away, and turns me in his arms. He doesn’t ask again. He just wraps me up, one big hand holding the back of my head, the other stroking slow down my spine.
“I don’t know what the hell made you cry,” he murmurs into my hair, voice rough but steady. “But I’m here. I’ll help you. Whatever it takes. I swear it.”
I press my face into his chest, breathing in the scent of his sweat and sex but I say nothing. Not about the dead kids or drugs. I hold in everything about the night that ripped my world apart. The words stay locked behind my clenched teeth.
He holds me tighter anyway.
I should tell him. Get his help. But for some reason all I can do is let him carry me to the car. When he bends to kiss me again, I decide then that I’m going to give him all my heart even if it’s still in pieces.