Killmore

by Martha Sweeney

“Did you really want to read your book, or would you like to watch a movie?” I ask, redirecting the conversation.

  Laurie watches me as she sips her tea.

  “I’m here to play nice,” I say.

  “We can do a movie,” she says hesitantly.

  Grabbing the remote, I offer, “But, just so you know. That stuff doesn’t bother me.”

  “What?”

  “What kind of movie are you in the mood for?” I check, evading the topic, knowing that some women are really sensitive to it.

  “Don’t care,” she comments. “And, what aren’t you bothered with?”

  I smile. “That time of the month.”

  “It’s not,” she denies.

  “Is too,” I challenge. “Like I said, I don’t mind. It doesn’t bother me.”

  “Why?”

  “Why what?” I check.

  “Why doesn’t it bother you?”

  “I have two sisters,” I share.

  “What?”

  “Yeah,” I confirm. “I thought I told you.”

  “No,” she corrects.

  “They’re both older than me…married…one’s a lesbian,” I add.

  “Really?” she inspects like she doesn’t believe me.

  “Really,” I reply. “I haven’t seen them in a while…but, that’s typical with this line of work.”

  “Sorry,” she sighs.

  “Why? I made the choice,” I state.

  “Do…do you regret it?”

  “Sometimes,” I admit.

  “Why don’t you stop and go back…you know, do something else?” she asks.

  “I want to make a difference…make the world safer for them and my niece,” I comment. “And…other reasons.”

  “Like what?” she presses.

  “Reasons,” I say, not wanting to admit that she’s part of it.

  Laurie shifts on the couch, allowing me to curl up a little with her. We settle on a science fiction movie. When Laurie takes her first bite of ice cream, I pull out the item I grabbed from her bathroom.

  “What are you doing with that?” she inquires nervously.

  Without a word, my fingers begin to massage her left foot. Laurie’s body starts to relax, allowing me to pamper her while the movie continues and she enjoys the snacks. Once I work my magic both of her feet and legs, we sit quietly on the couch for the remainder of the movie, sipping our tea and finishing the ice cream. When the movie’s over, I notice that she’s fallen asleep. I carefully get up as not to stir her and let the dogs out one more time.

  “Hey,” I call out to her softly once back inside. “Pix.”

  “Hmm,” she moans.

  “The movie’s over,” I inform.

  “Mm hm,” she returns, keeping her eyes closed.

  “Do you want to stay on the couch, or do you want to go up to bed?” I ask.

  She doesn’t answer.

  “Laurie?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Do you want to stay on the couch, or do you want to go up to bed?” I repeat.

  “Bed,”she sighs.

  Without another word, I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to her room. The dogs join her quickly, right after I get her under the blankets.

  “Pix?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Do you want me to stay?” I ask, hoping she will say yes.

  “Pix?”

  She hums a quiet no.

  “Maybe next time,” I say, kissing her on her forehead.

  “Maybe,” she breathes.

  Forty One - Laurie

  Since last night, I’m feeling a little guilty with how I’ve been treating Aiden the past week. He’s clearly not upset about the whole camera thing and I’ve been distant because of having my period. It’s been seven years since I’ve had to be around a man when mother nature decides to visit and it’s weird and awkward.

  It was nice that he opened up to me more last night, letting me know about his sisters. He let me ask some questions throughout the movie which he seemed happy to share. It’s kind of nice having someone to talk to about things. Trudy’s family, her mom, dad, and brother are great, don’t get me wrong, but to talk to someone who’s in a similar situation makes it a bit easier.

  This morning, as Aiden and I stretch after our run, I remember him carrying me up to my bed. He was a gentleman. He didn’t try to stay or anything like that.

  “Hey,” Aiden suddenly calls.

  “Hey, what?” I return quickly.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks.

  “Nothing,” I deny.

  “That smile didn’t look like nothing,” he challenges.

  “Shut up,” I defend.

  “You shut up,” he teases, tossing his sweaty shirt at me.

  “Ewww, gross,” I protest, trying to get it off of me quickly. “Stop laughing.”

  “No,” he replies, laughing harder.

  “Yes,” I return, trying to throw it back at him while only using a few fingers.

  “No,” he repeats, snatching my leg and dragging me across the floor. Aiden climbs over me. “Hey,” he greets with a serious tone.

  “Hey,” I return. To deflect the moment, my fingers lift and tickle his ribs.

  “Ahh,” he laughs, play fighting with me until he has my arms pinned above my head. Aiden’s eyes harden like he’s trying to discover something.

  I try to get away, but he keeps me locked in place. Right as I’m about to say something, he tickles my left side. “Stop,” I whine between gulps of air.

  “So, you are ticklish,” he returns with a smile.

  “No,” I deny.

  “How about…here,” he asks, squeezing down on my leg just above my knee.

  “No,” I whine, trying to get free while laughing.

  We continue to tickle fight until I can’t take it any longer. My lips press into his and he captures my face when I finally pull away. A smirk pops onto his face temporarily as he returns his mouth to mine. Right as I’m about to get my shirt off, Aiden asks me if I’m sure.

  “Mm hm,” I confirm, locking my lips to his.

  At some point, Aiden drags us both across the floor as we continue to make out. I’m completely naked and he still has his shorts on.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, temporarily breaking free form our embrace.

  “Condoms,” he huffs.

  “What about them?” I ask when his tongue swirls over my nipples.

  “I’ve got some down here,” he mentions as his left hand searches in a bag while his mouth stays on my body.

  “Oh, for the love of God, just….”

  Aiden pulls away from me in a split second. He grunts as he searches in the bag and cheers when he finally gets one.

  “Hurry up,” I command.

  “Shhh,” he directs.

  “Don’t shush….”

  Aiden smashes his mouth to mine as he shifts out of his shorts and gets the condom on. His fingers slide down to tease me and my hips buck up in reply. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

  “Fuck me,” I groan.

  “You sure?” he checks.

  “Mm hm,” I confirm.

  Aiden slips inside me easily. Once our bodies get the first taste of release, Aiden removes his condom and puts on another one. This time, he provides an oral release prior to another one by means of his cock.

  “Holy fuck,” he grunts when he orgasms a second time, not long after my third.

  I laugh.

  “That’s not funny,” he challenges. “It felt like forever since I’ve had sex.”

  “It’s only been about a week,” I remind.

  “Worst week of my life,” he huffs.

  “So, you have been getting action since you moved to town,” I accuse.

  “What? No!” he returns shocked.

  “Then, why…?”

  “Because, it’s easier going months without anything until you meet someone, have sex more than once and then having that someone right here and not being a
ble to touch her…you,” he states.

  I look away, not sure how to respond to his comment.

  “Hey,” he calls, trying to direct me to look at him. “Hey, Pix.”

  “What?” I snap, sounding harsher than I intend. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” he soothes. “You hungry?”

  “Yeah,” I confirm.

  “Why don’t you rinse off and I’ll take care of breakfast,” he suggests.

  “You sure?” I check.

  “Mm hm,” he replies with a kiss.

  I’m showered in just under ten minutes and we end up eating right after. While Aiden showers, I grab a few of my guns to start cleaning them. The house system goes off and I check my iPad to see what’s going on. I huff to myself, considering on taking at least one of the guns to the door with me.

  “Hey,” Codie greets warmly when I open the door.

  “Hey,” I return. “What….”

  “I was hoping we could talk,” he states.

  “About what?” I inquire, keeping the door closed enough so he can’t look inside.

  “About…about the dogs,” he states nervously. “They’re coming due for a checkup.”

  “Codie….” I whine.

  “Just hear me out,” he begs.

  “Who’s at the door, Pix?” Aiden calls from behind me.

  “No one,” I reply.

  “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I whisper to Codie.

  “Hey, Codie. What’s up?” Aiden greets from behind me as he places a hand on my hip.

  “Oh,” Codie sighs. “It’s nothing….”

  “How are things with your brother and Trudy?” Aiden asks.

  I catch a glimpse of Aiden’s arm and notice that he’s topless.

  “Good,” Codie answers nervously.

  “Cool,” Aiden states. “We should have them all over again, baby.”

  “What?” I ask timidly.

  “Have everyone back over for a meal…we haven’t had one in a few weeks where we’ve all be together,” Aiden reminds.

  “Yeah, sure,” I agree not really meaning it.

  “We’ll let you know,” Aiden says, looking to Codie.

  “About what?” Codie asks.

  “When we plan to have everyone over,” Aiden explains.

  “Um, okay,” Codie replies, backing down the porch.

  “See ya soon, man,” Aiden says, waving.

  “Seriously?” I comment, keeping my mouth from moving and a fake smile.

  “What?” Aiden returns.

  “The poor guy came over to talk to me,” I inform.

  “Yeah, so?” Aiden states, shrugging his shoulders.

  When Codie starts to back out of the driveway, Aiden wraps his arm over my shoulder and kisses my cheek. I push the door closed and head for the rest of the guns in the house.

  “Why are you mad?” Aiden asks.

  “I’m not,” I huff.

  “Pix,” he calls.

  “The guy tried to come over…thinking he could talk to me…” I explain.

  “About what?”

  I glare at Aiden.

  “Seriously?” he laughs. “I thought he said that the dogs’ checkups are coming up.”

  “That was his cover,” I inform. “He never comes to make house visits for patients…not unless they’re giving birth.”

  “I would have thought he’d move on by now.”

  “I don’t think he expected to see you here,” I comment.

  “Me too,” Aiden returns.

  “I wonder if Derek said something to him and he had to see it for himself,” I muse.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Trudy and Derek are dating…so, it’s inevitable that Trudy told Derek about you moving in and he would have said something to Codie where Codie would want to see it for himself,” I explain.

  “Are you cleaning all of them today?” Aiden checks, changing the subject.

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “Mine could use a cleaning too,” Aiden mentions. “We can do them together.”

  “Great…” I sigh.

  “Hey, what’s that for?”

  “Another thing couples do together,” I answer.

  “What? Clean guns?” Aiden laughs.

  I glare at him.

  “I can do mine later if you’d like,” Aiden offers.

  “No, it’s fine,” I comment, wanting to distract myself from what just happened.

  For the next fifteen minutes, Aiden helps me to finish gathering the rest of my guns and bring them to the living room. He quietly comments how impressed he is with my selection. I grimace, but he actually seems comforted to know that there are this many guns in the house. We’re quiet for about the first ten minutes.

  “Hey, Pix,” Aiden calls.

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I ask you something?” he poses.

  “You just did,” I tease.

  “Ha ha, you know what I mean,” he presses.

  “Sure. What’s up?” I say.

  “How long have you been tapping into our feed on Quintin?” he asks nonchalantly.

  “What?” I gasp, looking at him.

  “Come on, Pix,” he laughs.

  “What?”

  “I’ve known for a while,” he presents.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I deny.

  “I don’t blame you,” Aiden states. “I would have done the same thing. I’m just curious to know how long you’ve been doing it.”

  I don’t say anything as I put the gun I’m currently cleaning back together. My hands shake a little, delaying the process which usually only takes me about a minute to do. “Does Paul know?”

  “No,” Aiden returns quickly.

  “Really?” I ask, darting my eyes up to watch his face.

  “Yep,” he confirms.

  “Why didn’t you tell him?”

  “What would he have done?” Aiden replies. “Things would still be the same.”

  “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” I inspect.

  Aiden shrugs his shoulders. “I was curious to see if you would say anything at some point to me.”

  “How long have you known?” I search.

  “Since that time when I learned you have security cameras,” he mentions.

  “That long?” I say shocked.

  “Yeah,” he confirms with a soft smile.

  I don’t say anything.

  “You okay, Pix?” he asks after another minute.

  “Yeah,” I sigh. “I’m just surprised you’re not mad.” I look up at him. “Were you mad when you found out?”

  “No,” he soothes. “I actually kind of suspected it would happen.”

  I grab the next gun in the to-clean pile. “Since you set up the new system,” I admit.

  “Wow, that quickly?” he says.

  “Yeah,” I sheepishly confirm.

  “You’re good, Pix,” he laughs. “Better than good.”

  “Why do I get the distinct feeling that you’re turned on?” I ask.

  Aiden’s smile returns, but he doesn’t comment.

  A small laugh escapes my lips a few minutes later after our prolonged silence.

  “What?” he checks.

  “Nothing,” I deny.

  “You just had a dirty thought, didn’t you?” Aiden challenges.

  “Yep,” I verify.

  “What was it?” he pries.

  “Nothing,” I sigh with a smirk.

  “Come on,” he coaxes. “It’s me.”

  “It makes sense,” I begin.

  “What does?”

  “The strength of your forearms,” I continue.

  “What’s that?”

  “All the stroking you do,” I giggle, nodding my head at his hands that are cleaning the shaft of the gun.

  “Does it turn you on?” Aiden goads.

  I bite my lip from commenting.

  “There are only a few more to go,” Aiden mentions.

  “Mm
hm,” I hum.

  As if he’s unable to wait, Aiden places the gun onto the table and crawls over the couch toward me. He takes the gun I just started and adds it to the last few remaining on the coffee table before he hovers over me.

  “What about….”

  Aiden cuts me off with a kiss. He removes his shirt, tossing it to the side before returning for another taste of me. “Fuck the guns,” he grunts, taking my shirt off.

  “I didn't know you were into fucking guns,” I tease as he moves to my neck.

  “I’m not,” he laughs. “But, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

  “Really?” I bait.

  “Yes,” he confirms, unclasping my bra. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “What if…” I begin on a moan. “What if I want you and another man.”

  “Do I have to fuck him too?” he checks, not faltering a step as he removes my shorts.

  “No…not unless you want to,” I state.

  “If that’s what you want…” he groans, as he takes a lick of my sex.

  “You don’t mind sharing?” I poke.

  “I didn’t say that,” he chuckles. “But…if you want…need another man to please you, I don’t mind as long as I get to watch or fuck you in the process.”

  My fingers tighten in his hair as I giggle into the pillow. I’ve never been interested in more than one partner at a time. I’ve done it with Antonio and a few of his other mistresses, but I’ve never been really into it. However, curiosity got to me for some reason which is why it compelled to me ask Aiden, especially since the whole Codie thing. Damn it! Now he’s in my head while Aiden is between my legs.

  “What’s wrong?” Aiden checks.

  “Nothing,” I moan, desperate for an orgasm.

  “You sure,” he checks.

  “Make me come,” I direct.

  “With pleasure, Pix,” Aiden answers with a sly grin.

  Forty Two - Aiden

  I wake up naked and cold at four in the morning and roll over, covering myself with the blanket while also hugging the pillow next to me that still has her scent. Laurie joined me at some point in my bed in the middle of the night, crawling in and waking me up for sex.

  God, I’m ready for her again.

  Getting up, I peer out my open bedroom door across to hers. Unfortunately, it’s closed as always. Curiosity gets to the better of me and I stride across the house and up her stairs, hoping that she just might have left the door unlocked. I gently turn the handle, but it doesn’t budge. I hear one of the dogs at the door before I turn and head back to my room.