Fate Interrupted 3

by Kaitlyn Cross

  Up and down.

  Up and down.

  “Put it in me,” she begged him.

  He watched his twitching rod part her smooth pussy in two, making Evy’s body quiver. He grabbed her hair and, oh so gently, eased his swollen head inside. Evy moaned as her warmth wrapped around him once again. He pulled harder on her hair, tipping her head back, and shoved his hard cock in to the base. Evy cried out in pleasure, resting her elbows on the table and constricting every muscle in her body. The alley door popped open, banging noisily against the yellow wall.

  Their heads jerked to the hallway they couldn’t see down.

  “Brooke!” Evy whispered, spinning around and pulling her shirt down over her breasts.

  Dean bent over and grabbed the crumpled jeans around his ankles.

  “Oh, don’t let me interrupt!”

  Evy shrieked in horror.

  Dean looked up, pants raised to his knees, heart dropping off a cliff to the jagged rocks below. Megan stood there in black high heels with water dripping from her hair and mascara running down her cheeks. She spread her legs to steady herself, stretching the tight hem of a navy blue dress with black sides that made her look even slimmer than she already was. Dean remained bent over, frozen with shock. He was so busy trying to believe his eyes he didn’t even notice the gun in her hand.

  Megan raised the revolver and pointed it at his face, a sinister grin sliding across her shiny lips. “Hi handsome.”

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Dean yanked his jeans up. “What the fuck, Megan!”

  A hollow laugh rolled from her lips. “What? You don’t think my daddy ever took me to the range? He’s a Republican, you asshole! Now, put – your – hands – up.” When he faltered, Megan pulled the gun’s hammer back, locking it into place with a solid click. “Now!”

  Dean shot his hands into the air and his pants took his boxers to the floor around his black boots. “All right! Just take it easy!”

  “I’ll take it any way I can get it.” Her eyes traipsed down his bare chest and stopped on his shrinking penis. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Still the most beautiful cock I’ve ever tasted.” Her tongue lazily swept across her lips as she fondly admired him. Her eyes darted to Evy when she reached for the jeans bunched around her Nikes.

  Megan swung the .38 Special over to her. “Ah, ah, ah,” she said, gesturing with the compact weapon. “On the table!”

  Evy traded a frightened look with Dean and stingily slid up onto the cold table, nonchalantly reaching for her jeans again.

  “Are you deaf, bitch?” Megan’s face hardened into something that – combined with the runny mascara and wet hair – reminded Dean of a Stephen King movie. “You move again and I will smear your brains against the fuffing wall,” she slurred, aiming the gun at Evy’s head.

  “Megan,” Dean shouted, trying to draw her attention. “If you don’t put that gun down, you are going to lose custody of your child. Is that what you want?”

  Her eyes drifted back to him but not the gun. She kept that on Evy.

  “But if you leave right now we won’t call the police and you can go home, home to your little boy.”

  Megan thought it over for a tense moment, eyes thinning, and then threw her head back and howled with drunken laughter. “Life I believe that!”

  “You will lose Jack if you don’t! He needs you.”

  Her eyes sobered a bit.

  Evy stared down the barrel of the gun, shivering against the cold slab beneath her. She glanced at her cell phone on the table. If she could reach it, they might have a chance. Suddenly, the three feet between her and the phone looked more like a mile. To make matters worse, it was between her and Megan.

  Megan blinked water from her eyes. “No, you were right, Dean, I can’t raise a child. Not alone anyway. It’s too much.”

  “That’s not true,” he barked.

  “You said it yourself!”

  “I was just pissed, but we both know you are a great mom.”

  “My mom has changed more diapers on that baby than I have!” The gun shook a little in her hand. She focused in on his cock again and shrugged limply. “What can I say? Motherhood just isn’t for me.” Evy made the slightest movement toward her cell phone and Megan tightened her grip. “You!” she shouted, causing Evy to freeze. “Lean back on your elbows!”

  “Megan, please,” Evy said softly, “this is not the answer but we can help you find it. There are places you can…”

  Megan stepped forward, aiming the gun at Evy’s mouth. “Lean back,” she said slowly, knocking the cell phone to the floor where the back came off and the battery popped loose.

  Evy did as she said, the cold table numbing her butt cheeks.

  Megan’s eyes wandered between Evy’s legs. “Nice, Evy. Where do you get waxed?”

  Dean made a move toward Megan, a move hampered by the pants around his ankles, and she swung the gun to him in a heartbeat. “I will shoot you in the face!” she screamed, turning red with anger and morphing into something unrecognizable. She lowered the gun to his midsection. “Or in the dick.”

  Dean cupped his privates, shielding them from the bullet as much as her intrusive eyes.

  Megan laughed. “But what good would Dean Jacobs be without that wonderful cock hanging between his legs?” She looked at Evy out the corner of her eye. “You ever let him put it in your ass, Evy?” She shivered a little with a coy grin cutting through her shiny cheeks. “There’s nothing quite like it.”

  “Jesus Christ, Megan, put down the fucking gun!” Dean said.

  “Get your hands up, man-whore!”

  He spoke through gritted teeth. “You need to leave.”

  She turned the gun back on Evy. “I will kill her right now. She’s the reason for all of this in the first place.”

  “Megan,” he said in a softer voice, “this is not her fault. It’s no one’s fault. Sometimes things just don’t work out.”

  “They should have,” she replied weakly.

  “Well, they didn’t.”

  “You took everything from me!”

  He flinched with the outburst while Evy remained frozen with fear and staring down the barrel of the black weapon.

  Megan’s bottom lip trembled. “You think I’ll just turn the other cheek and go away?” She wiped water from her cheeks and softened her voice. “Why couldn’t you just love me?”

  Dean opened his mouth, grasping at words. “Because I love, Evy.”

  “Evy!” Megan said, the gun shaking in her hand. “Fucking Evy!”

  “You can’t pick who you fall in love with.”

  “You didn’t even try!”

  Thunder rolled above the shop and the lights sputtered.

  Dean watched her finger curl around the trigger, his heartbeat thumping in his ears.

  Megan bore holes through Dean. “Guys like you should have to pay for what you’ve done.” She shook her head, dripping water to the floor. “You took my father,” she said in a low voice. “My mom had to sell our house to pay for his trial and now she lives in a two bedroom apartment.” She clenched her jaw, pointing the gun at Evy. “An apartment!” Megan’s chest heaved beneath her pretty dress and Dean couldn’t tell if she was crying or if it was the rainwater dripping from her matted hair. She cleared her throat and composed herself, wiping her eyes and smearing black streaks across her cheeks. “And the father of my child will have nothing to do with him.” A soft laugh somersaulted from her red lips. “Probably because I don’t know who the father is.”

  Dean stared at her in the stunned silence that followed, his hands in the air, penis dangling between his legs. Lighting flashed up front, illuminating a red booth in the corner.

  Megan adjusted her grip on the .38 and steadied her aim, flashing Evy a toothy grin. “Now, I’m going to take something from you, Dean.”

  “You can’t be serious!” he yelled. “Stop and look at what you’re doing.”

  Megan suddenly pointed t
he gun at her head. “Is this what you’d rather see? Because I’ll do it, Dean! You think I care?”

  Their chests rose and fell in the quiet between them. Lightning sparked and thunder rattled the windows.

  Megan pressed the barrel harder against her temple, wincing in pain. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

  “You have everything to lose,” Dean managed to say; even though part of him wished she would just pull the trigger and end this right now. He could feel Evy safe in his arms, stroking her hair with the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders. Safe.

  Instead, Megan directed the gun back to Evy, crushing his fantasy. “But I’d rather see what you two were doing before I so rudely interrupted.” She glared at Evy, singing her with hate, and gestured with the gun. “Get down on your knees in front of him.”

  Evy’s brow folded, heart clapping as hard as the thunder outside. The lights flickered and nearly went out. “Megan, you’ve had too much to drink,” Evy said. “This isn’t what you want. I know how much you love your little boy. For his sake, please think…”

  Megan fired a shot just over Evy’s head, sinking a slug into the walk-in cooler door. The loud retort pierced their ears and echoed inside their swirling heads. Evy jumped, a shrill cry fleeing her lips. Thunder cracked again as the storm increased with intensity, vibrating the mixing bowls against the tiled floor. The smell of gunpowder filled the room.

  Megan aimed at Evy’s face, anger coursing through her bloodshot eyes. “Get on your knees, bitch.”

  “Okay, okay,” Evy sniveled, sliding down from the table and kneeling in front of Dean. She wiped tears from her cheeks and traded a frightened look with him, the floor cold against her bare knees. Dean looked down at her with his hands up and pants down, a helpless look attached to his face.

  “Now, put him in your mouth.”

  Evy turned to Megan, her face souring. “You sick, bitch.”

  Megan turned the gun on Dean. “I’ll fucking shoot him right now! Be one less cocksucker in the world.”

  “Okay, you’ve made your point!” Dean said, a tendon stretching in his neck. “Now get out!”

  Megan curled her finger tightly around the trigger, glowering at Evy. “And you better get him nice and hard, too, because I wanna watch him fuck your brains out.”

  “You’re insane,” Evy said, barely above a whisper.

  “Then you know I’ll pull this trigger.”

  Dean glanced around the room, desperately searching for something he could use as a weapon. There were few options. A rolling pin sat on the wire rack of dry goods behind him, a dirty knife near the sink, a large metal spoon on the floor by his feet. All just out of arm’s reach. If Megan missed with her first shot, he might have a chance. She was drunk and her aim probably off but it was tight quarters. Even a drunk could hit its mark with two chances in a room this size.

  Megan’s gaze bounced on Dean, almost as if she was reading his mind. “And if you don’t get hard, Deano, I’m going to shoot you in the stomach and watch you die a slow, painful death – which is exactly what a slut like you deserves.”

  “This is bullshit,” he grumbled, pulling his pants up and buckling the belt. “You wanna shoot me? Go a-fucking-head!”

  “Dean!” Evy shrieked.

  Surprise swept across Megan’s face. She adjusted her grip on the small weapon and smiled. “As you wish.”

  The backdoor clicked open.

  “I’m not having baby making sex in that haunted house ever again and that’s final, Ben!” Brooke’s voice floated down the hallway as footsteps came closer. “It’s either here or a hotel.”

  Megan’s eyes darted to the hall, giving Dean just enough time to make his move. He grabbed the rolling pin and threw it with everything he had, striking Megan squarely in the side of the face.

  The gun went off.

  Dean screamed.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Jon pinned Tasha’s legs behind his arms and pumped harder, his bangs swinging back and forth across his eyes, sweat glistening on his forehead. Tasha tipped her head back and screamed, her face twisting in the light spilling in from the kitchen. The couch squeaked against the floor. Jon rammed her with everything he had, not caring about the neighbors below. He didn’t live here. It was a free-for-all, and her cries of pleasure only made him hotter. He gritted his teeth, teetering on the brink. She felt too good and there was no turning back now. He pressed on, slamming his hard cock into her tight wetness until Tasha curled her toes and cried out his name.

  “God, I love fucking you.”

  “I want you to cum on my tits,” she panted, staring up at him through fiery eyes.

  Jon watched Tasha massage her breasts with both hands, warming them up for his landing. He licked his lips, breath hot and heavy. “Oh shit,” he groaned, pulling out and scooting up.

  She grabbed his wet iron and jerked him off in a dizzying blur. Jon clenched his jaw and held his breath, exploding onto her tits, painting them with shuddering strokes. Her hand kept working, milking him for every drop until his release finally slowed. She brushed the tip of his dick across her nipples, rubbing him in. Jon stared down at her, swallowing deep gulps of air.

  A grin settled on her lips, a sparkle in her eyes. “I love how your cock gets super huge right before you cum.”

  “Me too,” he panted, watching her rub his dick back and forth across her B-cups. He glanced over his shoulder when someone walked by in the hallway outside, catching a brief shot of his white buttocks. The footsteps faded away and he exhaled a long breath. “How embarrassing would it be if Evy walked in right now?”

  “Super embarrassing.”

  “That’s why I wanted to hit the bedroom. At least we’d have a few seconds to get dressed.”

  Tasha giggled softly. “And where’s the fun in that?” she asked, giving his dick one last good squeeze.

  He flinched and scooted down until his face was over hers. “Guess you’re right.”

  Tasha let out a contented sigh that was warm against his cheek. Her fingers trailed down his back and cupped his ass. “This is the last time we are doing this.”

  Jon’s eyebrows dipped. “Huh?”

  “If you don’t break it off with Pam, we’re never doing this again.” She smiled warmly at him. “And that’s a threat.”

  Jon looked like he had just found out Santa Claus wasn’t real. “But…”

  “She’s not right for you, Jonny, and I think you know that.” Tasha lifted her brow. “Don’t you?”

  Jon’s gaze drifted to Evy’s darkened TV. He stared at their dimly lit reflection, admiring the way they fit together. “She is a little out there.”

  “Pam may share her men, but I don’t.” Tasha smacked him on the ass. “Now go get me a towel before Evy comes home crying about all the bar sluts Dean has banged.”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Dean slammed into the wire rack of dry goods, taking straws and napkins to the floor with him. He pulled his hand from his shoulder, staring at the blood in horror as napkins seesawed through the air around him like giant snowflakes. He tried to get up, grimacing in pain. His vision doubled and he fell back into the rack, nearly toppling it over onto him.

  Megan pushed off the wall and collected her senses, blood oozing down her face from a nasty gash in her forehead. She teetered on wobbly legs and pointed the gun at Brooke and Ben as they skidded to a stop in the kitchen, alarm engraved into their faces.

  “Inside shitheads!” she ordered, gesturing with the smoking gun.

  “What the hell is this?” Ben asked, stepping in front of Brooke and raising his hands half way into the air.

  “This is an intervention!” Megan said, spitting blood to the floor.

  Evy pulled her pants up, eyes glued to the shaky gun. “Stay back, Ben!”

  “You crazy ass, bitch,” Brooke muttered, trying to get around Ben’s human shield.

  “Fuck you, shorty!” Megan cocked the hammer back and wrapped her index f
inger around the trigger.

  “You’re even crazier than your dad.”

  “Brooke,” Ben warned, pushing her back, boot heels digging into the tiles. He glanced at Dean and Evy. “Just put down the gun and let’s talk. Dean needs an ambulance. He’s hit.”

  Megan aimed at Brooke’s head and barred her teeth. “He’s going to need a coroner if you don’t get over there. Now get mo-”

  Evy drove Megan into the cinderblock wall. Megan cried out in surprise. The gun went off, this time hitting the ceiling. White powder rained down on Brooke and Ben.

  Ben dove for the gun in Megan’s hand, but she fought him tooth and nail. It went off again. This time Ben screamed as the bullet grazed his ear and found the wall clock behind him, shattering it into pieces. Brooke rushed over to help. Her heels slipped in the spilt milk, sending her flying onto her butt.

  Evy drove a fist into Megan’s face, opening the gash in her forehead a little wider. Ben pried the gun from Megan’s bony fingers, his biceps at full attention, while Evy brought down an arching blow into Megan’s nose. There was a loud crack and blood splattered against the wall. Ben scrambled to his feet, blood dripping from his ear as he pulled Evy back. She swung again with a scream, her fist catching Megan in the mouth, cutting Evy’s knuckles. “Evy!” Ben shouted, holding the gun with one hand, tugging on her arm with the other.

  Evy fought like hell to get back on top of Megan and finish the job, desperate to end this once and for all. She struggled against Ben’s strong arms and screamed something unintelligible, fire brimming in her eyes. Then she saw Dean slumped on the floor against the wire rack, blood pooling in his lap.

  Chapter Forty

  Thunder cracked outside, shaking the building on its foundation. Megan lay in the fetal position with blood oozing from her face in multiple spots. Wet whimpering sounds trickled from her already swollen lips. She tried pushing herself up and collapsed back to the floor in a heap.