The Hitman's Secret Love Child: Second Chance Romance

by Terry Towers

  “Did what?” I attempted to play innocent, but it was a complete failure. With a hand at the small of her back I led her down the corridor until we came to the empty convention room I’d spotted earlier.

  “Where are we going?”

  The room I had in mind appeared and I rushed her into it. “Right here.” Closing the door, I looked for a lock. There wasn’t one. Well, whatever. We wouldn’t be in here long enough to worry about it. Not that I’m a quick comer, let’s just get that clear right now. I have a very good endurance under normal circumstances, thank you very much, but my erection was nearly bursting the crotch of my jeans.

  “Oh no, you’re going to suffer, mister.”

  I ignored her protests, pulling her into my arms and covering her protesting lips with my own. Her protests quickly turned to moans against my lips as she fumbled with my belt. Anthony who? Hah! Fucker! As she finished undoing the front of my pants, I slid my hands up her outer thighs, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties and tugged them partway down.

  “What if someone comes?”

  “Then let them.” Stepping back from her, I spun her around and like promised I bent her over the conference table. Pulling her skirt up over her bottom, I yanked her panties all the way down and she stepped out of them as they reached her feet. Bundling them in my fist I shoved them into the pocket of my suit jacket.

  “Elijah, I’m not sure if this is such a…” her protest became a moan as I slid two fingers along her slit. “If someone opens the door…”

  “I’ve been thinking about fucking you for hours, Sid.”

  “Oh God.” Her body trembled under me as I replaced my fingers with the head of my cock. With my free hand, I yanked a condom from my back pocket. The damn wrapper seemed to be made of titanium as I fumbled numerous times to frantically rip it open. The head of my cock was poised at her entrance and it was taking every single ounce of willpower not to toss the blasted thing across the room and ride her bareback.

  With a sigh of relief I managed to open the foil packet and cover myself. When I slammed into her I groaned loudly, my groan in unison with her moan as she clawed at the table under her. I wished I had more time, but she was right, anyone could walk in at any time and my body demanded release.

  Grabbing her hip with one hand I fisted her long dark hair with the other and began to slam into her, my cock punishing her warm inviting pussy with every thrust. Our moans were accompanied by the soft slapping sound of my balls coming in contact with her moist pussy lips.

  Leaning over her, I nipped at the side of her neck and she moaned softly. “God, I can’t wait to get you home Sid.” Home over the past week seemed to be my place and I was more than fine with that as long as she didn’t get nosy and begin to explore the basement and discover my little special room; then it would all be over for me and Sid, before it really got a chance to begin.

  “Mmm, yesssss,” she cried out as she began bucking back against me, meeting each of my thrusts and moaning softly each time.

  “Shhh.” Kissing the side of her neck, I released her hair and slipped my hand over her mouth, stifling the sweet noises she always made for me. I was pissed I couldn’t be allowed the pleasure of her moans. She was such a vocal woman in bed. It was almost as arousing as the feel of her surrounding me.

  The feel of her body trembling under me, her pussy clenching, coaxing me for my seed was rapidly bringing me to the point of climax. Normally I’d fight to hold back, slow down so I could feel her come for me a couple of times before I took my own pleasure, but not this time. I increased the speed, driving my cock as deeply as possible into her. My hand on her hip slid around her, to her mound. I quickly parted her folds and found her clit.

  As I thrust and I worked her clit, she began to buck wildly beneath me. Even my hand on her mouth was rendered nearly useless. But it hardly mattered as I was hitting my breaking point. “Come for me, Sid. Come now or you’ll be forced to suffer.”

  “You’re cruel.” Her words came out as a groan and I chuckled.

  “Don’t mean to be.” I nipped at her neck once again. “I want to feel you come over my cock as much as you do baby.”

  She clawed at the table, leaving faint scratches on the newly polished mahogany, and moaned. Her pussy clenched around me, milking as she pushed back harder against me. She was so close to coming I just had to hold on, just another minute. Fuck, I wished I could see her face, see that beautiful look of ecstasy in her expression when she came. But there wasn’t time. I was at my breaking point and just as I slammed into her a final time her body convulsed under me. We came together, our moans synchronized, her pussy tightening around my rapidly depleting cock; we couldn’t have planned this shit any better.

  I was about to collapse onto her, savour the feel of our united bodies like I normally did when the sound of footsteps drew near. The chances someone would be coming to use the room was slim, but with the publicity of her and the mystery identity of Batman circulating social media it was best she wasn’t found with her bodyguard’s cock rammed into her from behind. Not that there was anything wrong with diddling the help, celebrities did it all the time, but she wasn’t anywhere close to where I was emotionally in the relationship. I had to give her time. I’d waited nearly 13 years for her; a few more months, fuck, a year was nothing.

  Sidney whimpered her protest as I pulled out and quickly removed the condom. “Someone’s coming, love.” She straightened and attempted to fix her dishevelled appearance as I buried the used condom under some trash in the can and went about fixing my own clothing. I considered taking it with me, I’m sure there was a nut-job fan or two out there who would be ecstatic to possess a condom that was covered in her pussy juice – most likely the same fan who sent her a vial of semen. Like serious, who in the fuck sends someone a vial of unsolicited semen anyhow? I may have considered myself a Sidney stalker, but even I had boundaries. There were some lines that were just too fucked up to cross.

  There was a light knock on the door, it opened, and in walked the motherfucker Anthony Anderson.

  Chapter 13

  Sidney

  It felt as though someone had kicked me in the stomach when I saw Anthony walk into the room. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I simply stared at him as he spotted me and headed towards me.

  “Hey bud, where do you think you’re going?” Anthony was stopped by Elijah, who stepped in front of me and placed a hand on Anthony’s chest, giving him a little push backwards.

  I glanced around Elijah’s body to look at Anthony. His jaw clenched as he glared at Elijah; people didn’t usually tell Anthony where he could or couldn’t go. “I’m going to talk to my girlfriend, if you don’t mind getting out of the way and giving us some privacy.”

  I stepped out from around Elijah. “I’m not your girlfriend anymore, Anthony. Haven’t been for over a week now. And I have nothing to say to you.”

  Elijah took a step towards Anthony, but Anthony wasn’t about to back down. “You heard her, pal. Beat it.”

  “And what exactly are you going to do about it, friend?”

  Something changed in Elijah’s expression. Gone was the man I’d been getting to know and beginning to care for and a look of rage filled his expression. Immediately I placed myself between the men, fearing if I didn’t do something to defuse the situation they’d be pounding the shit out of one another. Boy wouldn’t that be a story for the headline, there was nothing the media loved more than a good old-fashioned love triangle story.

  “Stop it, both of you!” I looked from one man to the other, their bodies were tense and they were both challenging the other with their eyes. I turned to focus on Anthony, keeping a hand firmly planted on Elijah’s chest. “What do you want, Anthony?”

  “We need to talk, Sidney, without the pitbull with a hard-on here.”

  Elijah made a move to lunge at him, but I gave him a warning glare and he backed down. “Sorry man, but she’s not yours anymore.”

  “Do
n’t think she’s yours either, but I’m starting to think I know who Batman is.” Anthony shifted his gaze to me, a slight sneer on his lips. “Really Sidney, slumming it with hired muscle?” His stare lifted to meet Elijah’s. “You’re getting paid and you’re fucking a celebrity, must be a rent-a-cop’s wet dream you’re living here, friend.”

  “Call me friend one more time…”

  I sighed. Maybe if I just gave in and talked to him he’d get it out of his system and this would be over. We were going to be on a movie set together for months. Intimate scenes. Sex scenes. It was best to smooth things over for now and maybe we could work on being civil together.

  Turning to Elijah, I placed my hands flush onto his chest, looking up into his eyes. “Please give us a few minutes, Elijah.”

  “Are you fucking serious, Sid?”

  “Please. Just go. I’ll only be a minute.”

  “I’m not leaving you alone with him.”

  I straightened to my full height, shoulders back. “Excuse me, but you don’t dictate who I talk to. I hired you to protect me, and if I say I don’t need protecting right now, then I don’t. Now, give us a few minutes.”

  The muscles in his neck flexed and he gritted his teeth; he was fighting to hold his temper. I knew speaking to him like that wouldn’t go down well, but I was doing this for us. When we were alone I’d explain it. He’d be pissed, but he’d get over it.

  “Fine. Boss. I’ll be outside if you need me.” He shot Anthony another glare before storming past me and leaving, slamming the door behind him.

  Anthony chuckled, a smug smile spreading across his lips. “Boy, he’s got quite the temper.”

  Crossing my hands over my chest, I sighed. I was so over Anthony and his bullshit. “What do you want, Anthony?”

  “I want to get back together.”

  I looked at him as if he’d just lost his mind. “Are you crazy!”

  “No.” He chuckled. “You had a week of fun with steroid boy out there, now let’s just get back to being together. I fucked someone, you fucked someone, we’re even.”

  “It’s not a game, Anthony.”

  He stepped forward and grasped my upper arms. “We belong together, why else do you think I came to this stupid convention?” He crinkled up his nose. “You know I hate going to these things. But I did it just so I could get a chance to talk to you.”

  “Well. Lucky me.”

  “Yeah, maybe I’ve been a bit of a dick. But up until the little incident in the hot tub we had something good. We belong together, Sidney. I apologize. I was stupid and I miss you, I miss you so much.” He leaned in to kiss me and I jerked back, pulling my arms out of his grip.

  “Stop it, Anthony!” I attempted to walk away from him, but he caught my wrist and pulled me back to him.

  “Don’t throw two years away over this, Sidney.”

  I huffed, jerking my wrist from his grasp. “I didn’t, Anthony, you did. We may have to work together on the movie, but I don’t have to like you and I sure as hell don’t have to be with you.”

  My hand was on the door handle when his voice stopped me. “You remember this Sidney, you remember that I tried to make this work between us, but you’d rather fuck the help than save something that used to be good.”

  He’s not worth it, he’s just trying to rile you, Sidney. I wasn’t one to turn away from a fight, but this was one fight I didn’t want to continue. It was pointless and I had Elijah waiting for me and surely pissed. The intensity that Elijah cared for me frightened me, but I knew he cared. That was more than what I could say for the asshole at my back.

  Opening the door I didn’t even bother looking back at Anthony; that part of my life was over.

  “We might as well head over to the photo-ops section,” I said to Elijah as I exited the room.

  “Yes, Ma’am.” He gave me a curt nod and began following behind me heading towards the photo-ops section.

  Oh, you have got to be kidding me! He wouldn’t even walk at my side, instead one step behind and slightly to my left, his face void of emotion.

  Fine. Let him sulk.

  But the uncomfortable silence between us as we walked was killing me. Aside from that one moment at the breakfast table, we didn’t have uncomfortable silences. We had relaxing silences. We had silences of understanding. Uncomfortable silences were rare.

  “Can I have my panties back?”

  “No, Ma’am.”

  I sighed. Fine. Didn’t figure I’d be getting those back anyhow, I was only asking in the hopes he’d crack a smile. He didn’t, he was in complete android mode. Apparently, we weren’t in a joking place yet.

  “So when we get to the photo-ops booth I’ll just need you to hang off to the side and just step in if anything gets out of hand, but it shouldn’t. The staff and volunteers should keep things going smoothly enough.”

  “Of course, Ma’am.”

  I stopped suddenly just as we reached the curtained-off section for the photo ops. “Will you give me a break please?”

  He didn’t answer, instead stepped ahead of me and parted the curtains, motioning for me to enter.

  Fine, fuck him! Men, they claimed women were a pain in the ass to deal with, they had no idea the kind of babies they could be when they had a stick up their asses or their egos got bruised. Sure, maybe I shouldn’t have talked to him like I had, but I’d just wanted to get it over with. I moved past him and into the photo area, Elijah trailing behind.

  ~*~*~*~

  Elijah

  “Are you going to continue giving me the silent treatment or can we talk about this like adults?” Sidney asked from the passenger seat of the Mercedes as we headed back to my place. At least that’s where I was taking her and she didn’t seem to protest – not yet anyhow.

  “I’m hired help that you fuck, Sid. What’s to talk about?” All right, I get it. I was acting like an asshole. I knew it, but was powerless to stop it. But at least I hadn’t dealt with Anthony how I would have liked to – that should amount to something, shouldn’t it? No one talked to me like Anthony had and lived to talk about it, but I’d retreated like a mark, like I was shit on his shoes. I’d swallowed my pride, for Sidney. I wished she could understand how hard that was for me, but she’d never be able to understand unless she knew my past.

  “Are you being serious with me right now?”

  “Huh?” I completely missed what she was saying.

  “I’m wondering how long you were planning on being pissed, because if we’re not going to be able to get along tonight you might as well take me home.”

  I looked over at her a moment. “Do you want me to take you home?”

  “Do you want to take me home?” she countered.

  “Of course I don’t.” That was the last thing I wanted. I’d rather have her with me mad than be without her. I never wanted to be without her again.

  “Then we need to discuss this.”

  “If you’re looking for an apology from me, you’re not going to get it, Sid.”

  “I don’t expect an apology, but I’d like you to tone down the attitude.”

  “You treated me like insignificant hired help, Sid. That’s not all right.”

  “Technically, you’re not hired help because you haven’t given me the proper paperwork to hire you.”

  My gaze shot back to her and we stared at each other for a second. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. I looked back towards the open road. “It’s not funny.” Despite my words a grin was beginning to form on my lips. Why was it so damned hard to be mad at her? Oh wait, I know, ’cause she had me wrapped around her little finger.

  “Anthony wanted to get back together.”

  “No doubt.” A part of me feared she’d go for it. Holy fuck, my insecurities with this chick were beyond pathetic. But there was no way I’d ever be able to be a heartless dick with her. It was certainly in me to be that way, just not with her.

  “I told him not a chance.”

  I glanced ba
ck over at her and allowed myself to smile. “I assumed as much considering you’re sitting here going home with me.”

  “I think he got the hint now.”

  “I doubt it.” And I did. I knew Anthony’s type. People like Anthony didn’t back down, or give up, especially when they perceived a competition. He’d said it himself, she was slumming with what he perceived to be a rent-a-cop. He wasn’t going to just back down and allow it to happen. And once the media got a whiff of what they perceived as her replacing him with hired help he’d be ridiculed endlessly.

  “Do you think he’ll out you?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. ’Cause he’d look bad. You leaving him for a security guard… I’m sure it’s killing him. Currently, you just replaced him with the mystery Batman.”

  She laughed. “I don’t think of you as a security guard.”

  “I know.”

  “I’m sorry if that’s how I treated you at the convention.” She reached across the gearbox and placed her hand on my thigh. “But, if it means anything, seeing him and talking to him made me realize something…”

  “Yeah, what’s that?”

  “That even after two years, Anthony didn’t care for me near as much as you do after a week. I’ve been scared of how intense your feelings are for me, but…”

  I cocked a brow up at her and waited for her to finish. I’d been trying so damned hard to tone down the creepy. Apparently, I hadn’t done a very good job.

  “I guess what I’m saying to you is that I’m glad that you care.”

  Sidney

  Where is that book… I clucked my tongue off of the roof of my mouth as I opened the door to his closet and eyed the massive walk-in. I was looking for Elijah’s convention photo book, I hadn’t really paid much attention to where he’d gotten it from when he pulled it out last week. Despite his foul mood when we’d gotten into the photo-ops section I couldn’t have a session without a picture of the two of us. I knew he wanted one, but was too busy riding his high horse to ask so I persuaded him to have one done with me before we left, under the guise that it was me that wanted it. He’d obliged.