Shooter (Burnout)

by West, Dahlia

  He leaned back a little and stared into her eyes. She was crying again, but not out of pain or fear. He used both hands to smooth the hair out of her face. “Sarah,” he repeated. “Sarah.” He kissed her gently. “My beautiful girl has a beautiful name. I love you, Sarah. I love you so much.”

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  In the morning, Chris took Hayley to the pharmacy where she got a morning after pill. She took it in front of him in the cab of the truck with a bottle of water. “Hayley, you don’t have to do that,” he told her. “You can wait until you get home. I trust you.”

  She smiled at him. “I trust you, too. But still.”

  “Yeah okay,” he replied.

  When he pulled up in front of the house, he yanked her into his lap and kissed her senseless.

  “Mmmm,” she said. “If you don’t stop, we’re going to need another pill.”

  “You’re right,” he said, pushing her off him. “Go. Make me something good for lunch.”

  She grinned. “In your kitchen. Barefoot but not pregnant?”

  He rolled his eyes at her. “Far too much sass.”

  She got out and he laid on the horn. Minutes later, Easy appeared, snarling. “What the hell are you doing?” he said, getting into the cab and slamming the door. He took an angry bite of a bagel.

  “Driving us to work.”

  “It’s not even 8 o’clock.”

  “So?” Chris said, pulling away from the curb.

  “So I’m not enlisted anymore. You can’t possibly expect me to be functional before breakfast.”

  Chris smiled and shook his head. “Easy, Easy, Easy.”

  Jimmy eyed him suspiciously. “What are you so happy about?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Mmm hmmm. Look just because you woke up for a morning quickie doesn’t mean-”

  “Did not. Had errands to run.”

  “And that’s why you’re so goddamn chipper? Because you ran errands?”

  Chris pulled up to the stop sign at the corner and looked at Jimmy. He grinned. “Sarah.”

  Jimmy’s eyebrows knitted together. “Who the hell is Sarah?” Chris shot him a look and he said, “Oh. Non-functional before breakfast, remember?” He took a bite of bagel and chewed it. When he swallowed he said, “Pretty name. Guess she’s over the tramp stamp.”

  Chris’s face darkened. “God. Don’t even mention it. I had no idea that woman was so damn crazy.”

  At the garage, Chris whistled his way into the office and back out again later to rebuild a transmission. Tex sauntered in and cocked his head at his boss. “Make up sex?” he asked.

  “Sarah,” Easy called out over a clutch plate.

  Tex grinned. “Even better. Pretty name,” he told Chris. “Good thing you didn’t get ‘Hayley’ tattooed on your ass. Would’ve been an awkward moment.”

  Hawk parked his bike and entered through the bay doors. “ ‘Sup?” he asked of all and sundry.

  “Hayley’s name is Sarah,” Jimmy replied.

  Hawk considered this. “It’s a good thing you didn’t-”

  “Beat you to it,” Tex said, grinning.

  “Bastard,” Hawk replied.

  Chapter 30

  “Happy Birthday!” Hayley cried, launching herself off the top step of the stairs and into Chris’s arms.

  He caught her easily and wrapped his arms around her nuzzling her hair. “Well, that was nice to come home to. Thanks, Slick.”

  She squeezed him hard and then leaned back. “Go inside! Get a shower! So we can start celebrating!”

  He pulled her close again and kissed her. “Liking the sound of that. Does it by any chance involve me in my birthday suit?”

  “No!” she scoffed.

  He frowned. “Damn.”

  She slapped his chest. “That’s later.”

  He grinned. “Good to know.”

  “Hurry up!” she ordered, practically shoving him in the door.

  Chris hurried through his shower, as ordered, and re-entered the living area in a pair of gym shorts and bare feet.

  “Ta da!” Hayley said, grinning. Her arms were out like a game show hostess.

  His eyebrows knitted together. “Um.”

  She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Seriously?” she asked sternly.

  “Baby, I…uh-”

  She huffed at him. “The couch,” she said, pointing at it.

  Chris looked and it was filled with pillows, some yellow some cream colored. He smiled. “They’re nice, baby.”

  She was still scowling. “Nice.”

  “Honey, I really appreciate the effort you’ve gone to to make this place a home. Really. They’re nice pillows.”

  She grabbed a pillow and held it out. “These are goose down. They are soft yet cushion-y. I don’t think you’re fully realizing the functionality of these pillows.”

  He looked at Hayley, then the pillow. “Yeah, they’re great but I don’t sleep on the couch.” She glared at him. “Okay, maybe I will be tonight,” he muttered.

  She took hold of his wrist and yanked him over to the couch. She placed a hand on his chest and shoved. “Down,” she ordered.

  Chris sat down on the couch. He shuffled back and forth. “Yeah. Absolutely. Yeah. Great pillows.”

  Hayley sighed and moved in front of him. She kicked his bare feet apart with her own bare foot and dropped the pillow on the floor between them. Then she knelt down between his legs. “Whoa,” Chris said, watching her take hold of the elastic waistband of his gym shorts and pulling them down.

  Without hesitation she sheathed more than half his cock into her hot, wet mouth. He drew in a sharp breath and threaded his fingers through her loose hair. She swirled her tongue around the head then took him deeper, working him in and out slowly. He groaned and fought the urge to start thrusting his hips and fuck her face. Then she released him, tugged his shaft up and slowly laved his balls. This was a new move for her and one he knew he loved. Apparently Slick had upped her game for his special day.

  After the teasing, she licked the pre-come off with just the tip of her tongue, giving him a great view. Then she took him in her mouth again, working him steadily. She scraped her short nails down his thighs and he tensed up, enjoying the warring sensations of the slight pain on his skin versus the sheer heaven of her hot little mouth. What the hell had gotten into Slick? he wondered fleetingly, then he really didn’t care.

  “Hayley,” he groaned, dreading the moment he left her mouth. When she didn’t respond, he repeated her name, louder. Hayley still ignored him. “Hayley,” he said a third time and moved his hands forward to push her off him. Instead, she grabbed his hands and pulled them away from her as she clamped her lips over his rod. “Oh, God, baby,” he breathed as he realized what she was doing for him. She gave him an encouraging moan and he plummeted off the edge he’d been riding, pumping into her mouth. She slowly swallowed in pulses to match his own and finished by licking the head clean.

  “I got it all,” she replied.

  He growled appreciatively and pulled her up into his lap, kissing her full on the mouth. “Amazing. God that was amazing, Hayley.”

  She rested her head on his shoulder. “So the pillows?”

  “I was totally oblivious to the functionality of the pillows. I very, very humbly apologize. I will never underestimate the thoughtfulness of your gifts again. Please give me more blowjobs.”

  She laughed and poked him in the ribs. “Well, I’m glad to hear you say that. Not the blowjob thing. Well, okay, yes, I’ll give you more blowjobs but-”

  “Yes! Best birthday ever!”

  She poked him again. “But,” she said sharply. “I have more for you,” she told him and slid off the couch between his legs.

  “Babe, I’m gonna need time to reload. We can’t all be like you.”

  She shot him a look and hit him in the head with the pillow from the floor. Then she reached under the couch.

  “Oh man. You’re not going to bean m
e with the Slugger, are you? I said I was sorry!”

  She produced a small, wrapped gift and placed it on his lap.

  “Hayley, you didn’t have to do anything else.”

  “Just open it,” she replied, smiling. Chris ripped the paper and came up with a Stephen King novel. “It’s the one I told you about. The machines come alive. Very exciting.”

  He chuckled. “It sounds really good. Thank you, Hayley. Really. Aside from a disturbingly older stripper the guys got one year, no one’s ever really given me anything before.”

  She grinned. “Well, this should make up for a few of them, at least,” she declared. She delved underneath the couch again and came up with a larger gift. She plunked it into his lap.

  He grunted. “Geez, Slick.”

  “I hope you like this one,” she said. “I saw it on the shelf and I just grabbed it.” He unwrapped it and revealed a large coffee table book. The History of Harley Davidson. “You probably know all of that, but the pictures are really, really nice and it’ll look good on the table.”

  He ruffled her hair as the flipped through the book. “I appreciate your high opinion of me, Slick, but I don’t know it all. This is really, really nice.”

  “You like it?”

  “I love it. Thank you.”

  “Okay. One more,” she announced, digging deep under the couch.

  “Hayley, seriously. This is more than enough. You don’t-”

  “Shush. This is the big one,” she told him. And place another brightly wrapped rectangle on his lap after she took away the Harley book and set it on the table. It was smaller than the Harley book and as Chris tore the paper off, Hayley climbed up on the couch and snuggled in beside him.

  “But really, Slick, you did plenty and you shouldn’t spend…Oh, my God.” Chris let the paper fall to the floor as he stared at an Illustrated Guide to the Kama Sutra.

  Hayley leaned in and brushed her lips over his ear. “I marked some pages,” she whispered. She pulled his earlobe into her mouth and nibbled on it.

  “Sassy, sassy little wench,” he murmured while checking out Slick’s favorites. One he had to turn upside down to get the full effect. “I don’t know, Slick.”

  “Well, you might be getting too old for some of that, 34 and all, but most of them-”

  “Too old?” he cried in mock indignation. “Too old? I am not too old, woman!” He tossed the book onto the floor and grabbed Hayley, pulling her into his lap. He began tickling her ferociously as she squealed. They collapsed into a heap against the new pillows. “I really love these pillows,” he told her.

  “I knew you would,” she replied and tried to get up, but he held her in place. “I have to get up,” she told him. He pulled her closer. “No, really,” she said, laughing. “I have more stuff to do.”

  “Slick, tell me there’s not more.”

  “Not really. Just your birthday dinner.”

  He grinned and held her tightly. “If you stay here, you can be my birthday dinner.”

  “If we do page 162 you’ll be down there anyway. You can get a second dessert then.”

  She wiggled her way out of his hold and headed for the kitchen.

  “What’s my first dessert?” he called after her.

  “We’ll get there,” she admonished.

  Chris flipped through his new books as Hayley finished dinner and then sat down to an amazing steak and baked potato dinner. All the basics, but done better than he’d remembered having them before. Hayley ordered him to stay seated while she cleared their plates and returned with an amazing looking chocolate cake.

  She set it down in front of him. “It’s real,” she assured him. “And it’s three layers. Chopped almonds on top and an almond cream filling. It took me all day,” she told him, beaming. She handed him a fork and a small plate but he grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. “Baby. This…is amazing.” He cut through the slice and brought a forkful to her lips.

  “You should take the first bite,” she insisted.

  “Babe, eat this cake or I’m gonna lay you out on this table and eat it off you.”

  She squeaked a little and opened her mouth. He took the second bite. “Oh my god,” he groaned around his mouthful. “I’ve never had anything like it.” He swiped his finger in the frosting and wiped it on her neck, immediately licking it off her while she laughed. “Oh look. My baby can get sweeter,” he declared.

  When he was finished, she tucked her head on his shoulder and said, “Happy Birthday, Chris.”

  “This has been the best birthday ever,” he told her gently.

  “I’m glad.” Then she giggled.

  “What?”

  “My old man is an old man.”

  “Oh, that’s it!” he yelled. “That is it!” He stood up with Hayley in his arms and slung her over one shoulder as she shrieked. “You better hang on up there,” he told her.

  “What are you doing? Don’t you dare drop me!” she cried.

  Chris picked up the plate. “Need my cake,” he said and headed into the living room. He laid his arm across her legs as he balanced the cake plate precariously in one hand. “Need my instruction manual,” he informed her, picking up the Kama Sutra. “Need my old lady-”

  “Young old lady,” she reminded him.

  “Woman, don’t sass me! You’re lucky I have my hands full or I’d smack that ass.” Chris carried her into the bedroom, tossed the book, and then Hayley, onto the bed. “Get naked for me, baby,” he said. “Gonna eat some cake. Then I’m gonna eat some cake.” He watched Hayley strip for him, tossing her clothes onto the floor. He took a dollop of icing from the cake sitting on the nightstand and crawled up onto the bed with her. He swiped it over a nipple and then took it in his mouth.

  She gasped and arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth. He slid an arm underneath her and held her tightly. “Don’t come yet, baby,” he teased. “ ‘Cause I’m taking all night. Save it for the good stuff.” When her left breast was clean, he sat back on his heels and brought another bit of icing to the right side. “This is the best birthday cake ever,” he told her, kissing her deeply so she could taste her own confection. “Gonna need a bigger plate though.” He smacked her thigh. “Turn over.”

  She gaped at him. “What?”

  He grinned at her. “Turn over so I can eat some of this cake off your ass, Hayley,” he said matter-of-factly.

  She stared at him. “Why would you-”

  “My birthday,” he reminded her. “I get what I want on my birthday.”

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  Hayley couldn’t believe what he was saying. It was far too kinky for words, in her opinion. But he was right, it was his birthday. Hesitantly, she rolled onto her stomach but kept looking over her shoulder. She sucked in a sharp breath as he took a handful of her cake, that took her all afternoon to prepare, she thought somewhat angrily. He took his clean hand, thank God, and pressed it into her back, pushing her down gently. She finally acquiesced and he plopped the hunk of cake right down on one of her cheeks. She squealed.

  “Don’t worry,” he told her, “I’ll save some for you.” His hand on her back held her firmly as she felt his tongue, his tongue!, trail up the curve of her bottom toward the pastry on top. He groaned happily. As promised, he paused in his enjoyment to run his chocolate-almond filling covered finger along her bottom lip. She licked it and then took it into her mouth, sucking it clean. It was really good, she thought to herself proudly. She giggled as Chris moved down returning to her bottom. He playfully bit her cheek. She moaned and tried to push back against him. “No, no, no,” he said softly. “Don’t come, baby. Not yet.”

  Miffed, she said, “I’m not!”

  “Excellent,” he said distractedly, licking off the icing.

  Just before she could get really irritated, Chris slid his hand underneath her. “Up,” he ordered. “Up on your knees.”

  Not sure where this was going but trusting him anyway, Hayley made it to her hands and knees
on the mattress. “What are you- Chris!” she gasped as she felt the mattress move and looked back to see Chris moving to his back, placing his head directly underneath her.

  “Time for you to ride my face,” he informed her.

  Hayley felt her face turn pink. “Chris!” she admonished, embarrassed.

  Chris slid his hands up her thighs and pulled her down. “Had your cream baby. Now I need your cream. You can come this time.”