I Hired a Hitman

by Alexis Abbott

  I glance down at my bare thigh, pale and freckly in the low light as the hems of my sundress and my nightie slip slide up. Next to his tree-trunk body I look frail and fragile. I’m a dandelion under the shade of a mighty oak, but I’d be happy to let him steal my sunshine if that’s what he wants.

  At least for tonight.

  I don’t know if it’s the late hour or the residual adrenaline from having to escape the likes of Dean Ashcroft hours ago, or maybe it might just be good, old-fashioned sexual magnetism, but I find my mind drifting into dark and dangerous territory. My body yearns for something. Someone.

  I want to be bent over and tossed around and folded up into brand new shapes. I want Alexei to make me forget all about Dean and my money troubles and everything else swirling around in my head. I want a distraction, and who better to keep my mind and body entertained than this magnificent, beautiful brute of a man.

  Suddenly, that middle cushion between us on the bench seat seems to push me too far away from Alexei. I need to be closer. I need to feel his strength, his warmth. I need to touch him, in however small a way. So I quietly unbuckle my seat belt and scoot over to the middle seat. I click the new seat belt into place and bite my lip, hoping he won’t mind my coming closer. His hands tighten on the steering wheel and he glances down at me for a moment, those bright blue eyes flashing. He doesn’t push me away, though, and I even get the feeling that he might want me here. Might want me close.

  That prospect sends a thrill through my body. To be wanted. What a wild and glorious feeling. And not in the way that Dean wants me. Dean wants to own me, to use and abuse me however he sees fit because he doesn’t truly like or respect me. I never should have agreed to go out with him in the first place, but by god, he wore me right down. Coming into the Farm ‘n’ Feed day in and day out, making eyes at me, waiting around for my shift to end so he could walk me to my truck.

  As if there is a single soul in this town I have to fear other than Dean himself. As if he isn’t the threat, the coyote wandering in disguise among the flocks.

  Oh, he wants me alright. Wants me dead and quiet and obedient. And I just refuse to let a guy like Dean turn me into his idea of a worthwhile woman to court. His desires lead down a dark road and it’s not a path I want to follow.

  I’m stronger than that.

  Smarter.

  And I am not desperate enough to let him break me down.

  I guess I never quite knew what I wanted up until now. Maybe that’s why I’ve been able to keep hold of my virginity all this time, guarding my heart and my body as though it’s a precious secret. As far as I knew, there wasn’t a single man in this town worth giving it up to. Most of the men my own age have moved off to college anyway, and the ones left behind are all hicks and party boys. That or they’re already married to their high school sweethearts, with a house full of little kids running around like a madhouse.

  It’s easy to say no when there’s nothing tempting on offer. But now? Sitting here next to Alexei, feeling his body so big and strong beside mine? I don’t think I can say no even if my life depended on it. For once, I know exactly what I want: I want him. And soon.

  I just hope he wants me the same way I want him. I have no doubt in my mind that I’m not the first girl he’s danced with at a country bar. The way he spoke to the bartender tells me he’s been to the Sugar Creek Tavern before, and who knows how many pretty little things he’s plucked out of a bottle and taken home.

  But that doesn’t matter much to me right now.

  I don’t need to be his first. I don’t need to be his one and only. I just want to be the only one tonight.

  “You know,” I begin softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around town.”

  “I keep to myself,” he replies simply.

  “I can see that. Not that I get out too much myself, either.”

  He gives me a rather bemused look.

  “A pretty little girl like you doesn’t get out much? Now that’s either one hell of a lie or a crying shame.”

  I smile, my heart fluttering again.

  “I guess it’s a shame, then.”

  “Well, I’m glad you came out tonight,” Alexei says in that sexy, rumbling voice. “I never expected to see such a lovely face sitting at the bar there. You’re not exactly the, ah, usual clientele.”

  I giggle.

  “Yeah, this time of night I’m usually tucked up in bed. I guess that makes me sound pretty boring, huh?”

  He shakes his head.

  “Not at all. Makes you sound responsible. Smart.”

  “If that’s the case, then why are you out tonight?” I ask coyly.

  He chuckles gently, a deep vibrating sound that ripples through his body and mine.

  “Sometimes a man just needs a good drink, that’s all. A drink and some company.”

  “Am I the kind of company you were expecting tonight?” I inquire, trying to size him up a little better. He smirks and places his hand on my knee, his rough skin feeling so delicious against me. I nearly forget how to breathe.

  “Not the kind I was expecting, that’s for sure,” he answers. “But exactly the kind I was hoping for. Better, actually. I’ve been in this town for a little while, and I have never seen a woman quite like you.”

  “You must not go to the Farm ‘n’ Feed very often, then,” I snort. “I work there. Long hours. Sometimes I think I spend more of my waking hours there than at home.”

  “I buy what I need wholesale,” he replies.

  “Wholesale?” I repeat, frowning.

  He nods slowly.

  “Yes. Cut out the middleman.”

  “And what all are you buying so much of?” I ask. Immediately I worry that I might be infringing on the border of less small talk, more busy bodying.

  “Farm supplies. Hay, oats, seeds, meal,” he says shortly.

  “You’re a farmer?” I ask dubiously, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”

  “You sound surprised.”

  I look up at him, smiling, waiting for him to tell me he’s just joking. But he doesn’t.

  “Wait, you’re serious?” I press him.

  “Yes,” he says. “I told you, I run a homestead.”

  He turns the wheel to the left and we head down a dirt road off the highway, his old truck rumbling over the dirt and rocks. I can tell he’s got those tough-as-nails tires on, the kind that can withstand broken glass and whatever the hell else these mean streets have to offer. Maybe he is a farmer, after all, I think to myself.

  “It’s just that… well, you don’t seem like the type,” I murmur.

  As he pulls up beside a big brick-red farmhouse into the wooden carport, he stops the car and takes the key out of the ignition. He turns to me with a knowing look on his handsome face, and again, my breath hitches in my throat.

  “Looks can be deceiving, Daisy,” he says.

  Suddenly, I want him more than ever. I want to give him everything I have. I want him to take me. Maybe if I fall in with this dangerous stranger, Dean will finally back off, leave me alone when he realizes I’ve been claimed by a far more powerful man.

  Or maybe that’s just my conscience trying to rationalize my decision to go home with a strange man.

  Either way, the conclusion is the same.

  “Alexei,” I mumble nervously, “I-I want you.”

  I seize what little spark of courage I have and dive forward, wrapping my arms around him as I press my lips to his. To my relief, he doesn’t pull away. He kisses me hard, passionately, his strong hands holding me as I whimper and moan. My whole body is lighting up like a piece of kindling, and I’m willing to burn for him. When he breaks away, he gazes into my face with a hardened look, like he’s trying to read my mind.

  Then, without a word, he pushes open the door and gives me his hand. He leads me into his farmhouse, our footsteps creaking on the floorboards as we head through the house to his bedroom. His gaze catches mine, his expression unreadable as the seconds stretch out bet
ween us.

  “You can stay here, if you like. Have the bed.”

  He’s offering me a way out. Letting me know I don’t have to do this just for a place to sleep, or maybe even for his protection.

  My heart is pounding, but I know what I want.

  I start to strip off my dress, but he lays a hand on my shoulder and stops me, shaking his head.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, worried.

  “I’m going to take care of you,” Alexei says emphatically.

  I feel a surge of disappointment, thinking that he means he’s going to look after me like I’m some little child or something. Like he’s just going to heat me up some warm milk and put me to bed.

  But then, to my surprise, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me over to the bed, cradling my back before kneeling down between my legs and pushing my dress up. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and hooks a finger under the band of my panties, pulling them aside. I hold my breath, watching wide-eyed as he looks up at me from between my thighs.

  Alexei

  “Do you want this?” I ask in a low, husky tone. My cock is thick and hard in my pants, and it’s desperate to burst out and claim her. I can see the desire in her eyes, just like she can see it in mine, but I need to hear the words come from her lips.

  I pride myself on not being a man like Dean. Not being a man who would ignore the wishes of a woman just to get my rocks off. I might be a trained killer, but I’d never lay a hand on a woman.

  “I-I’ve never done this before,” she stammers, her face going redder than it was a moment ago.

  I know what that means.

  She’s a virgin.

  My cock swells even stronger, but I don’t break my gaze on her for a second. On principle, this doesn’t change anything for me. But this is a country girl, someone who has been raised all her life with a certain set of values that are hard to shake.

  She should be getting touched like this by a loving husband, someone she believes she has saved herself for and nobody else. That seems to be what most people around here feel, anyway.

  To say this is taboo would be an understatement.

  I remove my hand from her panties and bring my face up to hers, looming over her and looking down at her with those same, hungry eyes.

  “You haven’t answered my question,” I say slowly, each syllable carrying its weight.

  “I…” she hesitates, biting her lip.

  “One word, and I’m gone,” I say. “That’s all it takes. No pressure.”

  “I want you,” she finally breathes, nearly trembling at hearing the words come from her full lips. “I’m just nervous.”

  “I’ve got you,” I growl, and the words send a shiver through her body as her eyes close and her head tilts back to expose herself to me.

  Backing down to her thighs, I reveal her pussy once more, and she squirms in my grasp.

  “I told you I’m going to take care of you,” I growl, “and I meant it.”

  The taste of honeysuckle greets my tongue with her heady scent as I pass over her slick lips. She must have been wanting me far longer than I realized to already be so wet, so ready for me. As soon as my tongue hits her, her whole body shudders as the anticipation breaks.

  Her hands go to the sides of my head, and she runs her fingers through my hair as she gets a grip on me. I hear her draw in a sharp breath with the stroke, and when I let my tongue out again to do the same thing, her grip tightens on me.

  This poor girl is wound tighter than a bowstring just waiting to be plucked.

  The tip of my tongue dives deep into her pussy and tastes her sweet honey that has never been tasted before. I wonder if she has ever thought about what this would feel like, having a tongue caressing her pussy like this.

  Whatever her expectations, I plan to blow them out of the water.

  My tongue takes its time wandering along her flesh, feeling her slick wetness and the heat radiating all around my face. She smells wonderful, and she makes me hungry for more of her. My tongue reaches the end of its journey, and I let the tip slide up to her swollen clit.

  The moment I touch her there, it’s like I put fire to her. She jolts, her hips thrusting up into me, but I have a firm grip on her. I’m completely in control of the situation, and no matter how she squirms, I have her.

  My tongue lingers on her clit and swirls around it, toying with it. She lets out a moan that makes my cock twitch in desire for her, but I’m going to take my time with her pussy against my mouth before I think about that.

  I tease her nerves to the point that she starts thrusting her hips up in a soft, steady rhythm, and I move my tongue in time with it until I bring it back down to the bottom of her pussy and dive down again.

  Each time I do, I bring more of her honey with me, the wet sound of my feast the only other sound in the room besides her soft moans. She’s so unserved, so deserving of release, and each move she makes spurs me on to give that to her.

  “Fuck,” she groans, and her fingers dig into my hair desperately.

  I start stroking her pussy from base to top over and over again, letting our rhythm do the work for us while each stroke seems to edge her closer and closer to the brink. Every now and then, I break the rhythm by lingering at her clit and teasing the nub until she really starts squirming, then I bring my tongue back down into her to start the rhythm up again. This game of edging her closer and closer is better than I could have expected, but she picks up on it before long.

  When I bring my tongue to her clit, she tries to push my head down into it, keeping me there, begging for more, but I won’t let her have as much as she wants. I’m in control, and I’m going to tease her as long as I want.

  She whimpers and pouts when my tongue leaves her once more and slides back up to that bundle of nerves ever so slowly, but this time, I linger a little longer there. In and out, my tongue starts darting faster and faster to and from her clit, and each time I get up there, I spend more time lavishing it with attention.

  Finally, after what feels like so long that she must be wound up tighter than ever before, I start to give her what she wants.

  I let my tongue stay on her clit, and it starts darting in and out of my mouth, striking it with such precision and rhythm that I hear her gasps get louder and more needy.

  “Yes, Alexei, please,” she whimpers so pathetically that my heart is moved for her. “Just like that, don’t stop!”

  I oblige her.

  Her hips writhe and squirm harder and harder as I torture that swollen clit, and I feel her whole body welling up in tension.

  It almost sounds like she’s crying, but when I open my eyes and look up at her while driving her closer to orgasm, I see nothing but anticipation and pleasure on her face. She must not even believe this is happening to her so fast.

  Finally, her mouth falls open, and I feel her falling over the precipice of orgasm.

  “Ohhhh god!” she cries out, and I feel my face flooded with her sweet honey.

  I bury my face in her, using my tongue to take in as much of it as I can while I hold her hips down, letting her feel everything in blissful release without the ability to pull back from it. Her sighs of delight make my cock so thick that it feels like it could burst from my pants.

  After a full minute, she goes limp and squeezes her thighs, silently asking for me to pull back, and I do. I raise my wet face and smile down at her as she looks up at me in awe and shock.

  “I...I had no idea it would be like that,” she breathes. “That was incredible, Alexei.”

  I come forward and stroke her face with a big hand, letting my thumb run across her lip.

  “Your body is beautiful, Daisy. You deserve only the best.”

  “Please,” she whimpers, putting her hand over mine. “I want you inside me, Alexei.”

  I move my hand to my belt and pause, narrowing my eyes at her.

  “Do you?” I ask in a soft, husky voice. “There’s no going back from here, Daisy. I’m no kindly far
m boy.”

  “I know,” she gasps, “that’s why I need you so badly. Please.”

  She’s begging for me, utterly desperate. I’ve given her some release, but I’ve had none of my own, and nothing is more tempting than the sweet honeysuckle flower below me. Her legs rest on my muscular shoulders, and a powerful hand still holds her in place, completely in my power. She’s all mine, and she wants me.

  What she’s asking for is a deadly sin.

  If only she knew what kind of sinner I am.

  I slide my belt off and toss it aside, then unbutton my pants with one hand.

  “As you wish,” I growl.

  She cranes her head to watch me with innocent wonder as I open my pants, and I let my colossal cock spring free.

  I hear a sharp gasp of anticipation when she lays eyes on it.

  My cock is long and thick, bulging with desire for Daisy and need for release. She can see every inch of it, from the bulging veins that run up and down the thick shaft to the dark crown at the tip to the heavy balls that are swollen with virile seed.

  I bring a hand to it and stroke it slowly, and it twitches up in response.

  “Be sure that you want this,” I say.

  “Do you... do you think it will fit?” she asks, genuinely worried, but she reaches down for it with a wary hand. I let her touch it, and it stiffens at her fingertips. She wraps her hand around it and gives it a soft stroke from tip to base, and her face is cherry red. I don’t think she’s ever seen a cock before, much less stroked a stiff one.

  “Yes,” I say. “With patience.”

  She looks up at me, eyes shining with wonder.

  “I have a condom,” I say, reaching for my back pocket.

  “No,” she says, shaking her head. “I... I want it the way it is, no birth control,” she says with intense confidence.