Double Gun Dealer Boxed Set Page 9

  “As a matter of fact, yes.”

  “Mmm.” I said and he grinned at the edge of his wine glass and took a drink all the while watching me.

  “So.”

  I wiped the counter and then a man called to me down the bar and I looked at London and smiled.

  “Working.” I said and I walked away to hopefully get a damn tip at some point. London sat there and watched me not only then but for the next half hour while the rush happened as many entered the bar to get their after work drinks and I finally leaned back on the back bar and tucked my hair behind my ear as I felt the night wearing on my feet in the heels. I flipped one off and then the other and as I stood back up I watched London study my body as if he really wondered about it. This is a sexy thing to any woman, even to me and I don’t go for romantic gestures normally. When I have had sex, which is usually with my vibrator, it is just to get to the orgasm. I don’t dilly dally. In fact no one has had sex with me who ever took their time. I know I mentioned I don’t just have sex and I don’t. I have had 8 encounters my entire life starting when I was 18 and seeing I am 22 that is a hell of a ratio.

  I stood up straight and my height was gone. I could keep the heels on and suffer for no reason, or tippy toe some of this shit and move faster with less irritation. I take number 2. I then had to help the same woman who had been rude earlier but now she was at the “I LOVE ALL YOU BITCHES” stage of her drinking and I was her favorite now. She leaned up and said something and with the bar being louder now with tons of people and music blaring I could not hear her. I leaned in closer and she kissed me quickly and I backed up, fingering my lip and a bit offended. Nothing is more annoying than the “drunk” lesbian, who is only gay when she drinks. What a crock of shit. I know I did not mention it, but 3 of my encounters had been women as I am bi sexual and always have been. In fact the only time my heart had been truly broken was by a girl by the name of Lea who had me fucked up ten ways from last Sunday. I think I loved her, I mean it felt like I did but with distance and time it felt as if maybe I was just pissed that I told her private things about myself and she suddenly liked a guy one day. I mean like one minute eating my pussy and the next mowing on some dick. That quick and it made me step back and change everything, in fact I left the US and came overseas. Maybe I did love her, I don’t know. Anyway…

  “Get off?”

  I looked up and London was still there and he was trying to talk to me and all I heard was “get off” and I smiled and leaned up.

  “Are you asking me if I would like too?” I asked him and he looked my face over.

  “I would assume yes.”

  “Well now, do tell.” I said and he laughed.

  “There is a place two blocks over.”

  I shook my head and tapped the bar.

  “You waste absolutely no time do you?”

  He looked confused and then took another drink and set his glass down.

  “I thought food would be nice.”

  I swallowed and realized the conversation I was in was solo.

  “Oh…okay yeah. Well, I have 3 hours to go.”

  “Okay.” He said and he settled in as I worked the rest of my shift and periodically I would speak to him and he would laugh all the while becoming cuter and cuter to me.

  I watched the last of the people stumble from the bar and it was me, two waitresses and London left with the left over stench of perfume and sweat. Lovely. I watched as the two waitresses whispered to each other and I knew what it was, they thought I was on a booty call and I looked at them and nodded.

  “For once I am not cleaning shit up.”

  I grabbed my heels and put them on as I walked to the end and stepped out as London stood up and I stepped up to him realizing he was tall, even more so up close and he smelled awesome, too good actually after sitting in here all night. I tapped him on the arm and nodded towards the door.

  “Let’s eat.”

  He watched me pass him and then followed as the waitresses watched us and giggled. He nodded to them and they sighed which is ridiculous but oh well. I mean I know he is pretty and shit, hell anyone would…man, woman whatever.

  I stepped out into the world and took a deep breath only to cough at the smell of exhaust. London stepped out too as I composed myself and tried to not seem so tomboy. I am sometimes, I know it. I mean I look womanly but between my sailor mouth and my lack of caring about picking up my apartment I am very boy. Don’t get me wrong there are guys who take care of their apartments but I am talking college bachelors. That is me.

  “So.” He said and I looked at him.

  “So.”

  “Diner two blocks over has great eggs and ham…and coffee of course.”

  “That sounds awesome actually.” I said as we started to walk and didn’t even attempt to hail a cab.

  We stepped into the diner and it was barren which was good. I prefer to have some quiet now that my ears are still humming from the night. That bar will ruin my hearing and my ears are sensitive anyway to all sounds. It makes me jumpy, always has and I guess I am just blessed with it, or it may be a curse, who knows. I even keep my TV on low volume and I can hear it all, every little noise.

  We sat down and I looked up at him in the florescent lighting and laughed. He still looked amazing and I guess to anyone, awkward laughter, misplaced and seeming random would make you uncomfortable.

  “Do I have something hanging from my nose?” he asked me and I shook my head and stopped laughing.

  “No, it’s just you.” I said and he leaned back and stared at me.

  “Well, glad I get that sort of reaction.”

  “Oh no, I mean…oh shit. Listen, I can appear rude when I really am not. I meant…”

  The waitress stepped up and flipped her pad.

  “What will it be?” she asked in German and he spoke to her like German was his first language. I have been here for 2 years so I can kinda muck my way through but he sounded like an expert and it made him even sexier to me. She wrote it all down and left us and for the first time I allowed someone to order for me without pitching a shit fit. He looked back to me and I looked down, realizing I was staring.

  “Marissa what?” he said and I liked how it sounded from him. I mean my birth name, which I never really used.

  “German, huh?” I asked and he leaned up and interlocked his fingers as he looked at me and rested his chin on his hands.

  “I speak 9 languages actually.” He said and I re-crossed my legs under the table as my, well you know, vibrated a bit but honestly it was the train rumbling over head on the high tracks but great timing and shit. The waitress returned and poured coffee into our cups and I watched him and then the cups as they rattled on the table. The train passed but the cups continued to move slightly as if something deep in the earth was causing a vibration to well up. Then as suddenly as my confusion occurred as to why the cups continued to slide on the table I watched as London stood up, pulled two guns out and pointed them towards me and I held my hands up screaming “What the fuck?” as he cocked them both and looked as if hate had consumed him. My heartbeat sped up and as I dropped on the seat he stood up, flipping the table out onto the floor and I lay sideways on the booth completely scared shitless. He shot once then twice and then multiple times, empty shell casing raining down and one flipped up into my dress, between my boobs and I tried to find it quickly as it burned my skin. I found it and dropped onto the hard diner floor as bullets rang out, and I had to hold my ears as he sound was deafening and made my head hurt so badly I would almost do anything to stop it and with that I kicked and swiped London’s feet and he fell and I was shocked I had the power to do it, He landed still shooting and obviously mad at me.

  “Marcy, not helping here.”

  “Helping what, you fucking psycho!” I yelled at him and with that I stood up and turned and everything seemed to go into slow motion, my blue hair flying out as I turned to see a pair of winged creatures that had to be hallucinations. I mean, they had black
cracked skin and pointed teeth and big black wings…fucking shit. I am asleep! I have to be. This is the most fucked up dream ever in the history of dreams. With that I reached down and snatched a gun from London and held it out in front of me, hand steady and my aim true, I have never shot a gun but for some reason it felt right in my hand. I shot once and the first demon fly upwards, slammed into the ceiling and broke through a bit, tiles and fiberglass raining down on the checkered floor beneath him. Then I aimed at the other one and closed one eye, crinkling my nose and aimed at his what should be his dick, I shot again and hit the damn thing to my surprise and then it screamed…oh my fucking god! I dropped the gun and fell to my knees as the pain of the noise just ripped a hole in my brain. I literally felt pressure in my nose, touched it and saw blood…how, I do not know, but holy shit. Then the first demon swooped down on us and London grabbed me and tossed me like a ragdoll. I hit the floor and slid across, cussing the whole way and I looked back to see him pull a glowing orb and he threw it to the tiled floor and everything slowed, but him and I. I mean I hit a chair as I slid and it floated out of the way all weird and animated and I kept moving at a normal speed. London then dropped, picked up his gun and spun as he shot at the demon once in the head and then in the heart. It was swooping over him but it was also slowed down, like the whole world I would assume. I mean I don’t get it and I know it cannot be real. I hit the wall and let out a small moan as my shoulder cracked into the plaster and then I pushed myself up just as the other demon, grabbed me and jabbed it’s black claws into my flesh on each shoulder and I screamed as it tried to lift me up but as the demon fell over London he turned to see me in serious trouble and ran, tossing yet another one of those glowing orb things against the wall next to me and the demon and this time I would have preferred to not be held onto. Its claws slowly tightened as it slowed and I screamed out again as London quickly jerked me away and I cried out as flesh ripped and I felt dizzy from the pain. London then placed a gun to its head and one to its heart all up close and personal and shot two bullets simultaneously and without missing a beat turned, scooped me up and ran with me out of the diner.

  ****

  I woke up in my bed and focused in on my ceiling and the long crack in it that I didn’t give a damn about and the first thought I had was what a crazy fucking dream. I rolled over with no worries and hissed as I felt it, the pain. It was on my shoulders, both of them and felt like I had been…

  “Good to see you awake Marissa.”

  I stopped moving and out of sheer irritation I sat up gritting my teeth and backing up against my headboard, of which I am proud. I will admit I have the coolest bed in the world. It is carved like a tree, black in color and reaches up and out and looks all crazy. I saved up and got it, a splurge I guess but I think a good bed is a must do. I touched my shoulder, all bandaged up with shaky fingers and then backed to London.

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked him and he smiled and took a step in my direction as I held a hand up and he stopped.

  “I will do you absolutely no harm, I promise you that.”

  “Oh sure.” I said, as I did not trust him one fucking bit.

  I hissed as I adjusted and held my shoulder. The ache was terrible and with it the memory of what happened was giving me a headache from hell.

  “Mind telling me what the fuck?” I said and He walked to my bed and waited as I gave him permission to sit with my expression of “whatever”. He grinned and looked me over.

  “I am quite impressed with you honestly.” He said and I looked at him and shook my head.

  “About what?”

  “Your calm demeanor.”

  I laughed and raised my arms to drop them and hissed again as the pain welled up in both shoulders.

  “What fucking choice do I have? I mean you showed up, we went out to eat and some demons tried to kill us, great Tuesday night date.” I said and he tilted his head.

  “Are we?” he said and I looked up into his eyes.

  “What?”

  He licked his lips and adjusted himself on the bed. “Dating.”

  “Uh no, it was an expression…but anyway, what the fuck London, or whatever your name is.”

  He turned to me and pulled a glowing orb out and it lit up his face and mine as I watched it and tried to not run. I may seem all badass but quite honestly this is some Grade A sci-fi bullshit right here. He paused, as he looked me over.

  “You okay?” he said and I nodded and leaned back from him like it was no big thing although it is the biggest thing since the wheel and shit.

  He cracked it open with his fingers and light poured out slowly onto his hands as I watched it ooze, almost as if it had life to it. It pulsated and I found myself sitting up and staring at it as if it called to me like an old friend. Perhaps it is, perhaps that is my calling. He rolled the cracked ball in his one hand and placed his fingers into the light and got some on his fingertips and then reached towards me and I scooted back as he paused and smiled.

  “Marissa, this will heal you the rest of the way. I have used it on you several times to counteract the demons poison in your shoulders.”

  “The wait in the who?”

  He laughed and scooted towards me.

  “The poison, demons have it in their claws and teeth and if they do enough damage to one of us then we could expire.”

  “Us…wait, what are we…or you, what are you?” I asked him and he scooted even closer and slowly pulled my white button down aside and exposed my shoulder, he started to gently remove the wrapping and I watched his lips as he was too close and yet I could not tell him to get away from me. He placed his fingers to my wounds and the light spread and started to sink into my skin as I moaned slightly. It was a pleasurable feeling, not unlike a kiss soft to the lips. I loved it but still I need answers.

  “London?” I said and he looked up at me, glancing at my lips too. Reaching over and taking the other wrap from my shoulder and repeating what he just did, moving closer to me.

  “Hunter.” He said quietly and I narrowed my eyes.

  “A demon hunter?”

  “Yes.” he said as the light sank into my other shoulder and the gashes pulled together as the first had. I suddenly felt more energy, as if someone had plugged me into a socket and charged me up. My shoulders no longer hurt and I looked to both of them and grinned. Feeling them softly with my fingertips and his hand reached up and did the same as I looked up into his eyes again.

  “So…I am a hunter too I take it?” I asked him and he nodded, still watching me closely. I felt a bit embarrassed at his expression, as he remained so close, only a few inches would mean a kiss. Probably not smart but I would not fight him off if it happened.

  “Yes, you are and now you are waking up as we all do Marissa, normally I do not retrieve new hunter’s, this is Sai’s work, he is a tracker but we have trouble as the demon army grows and he fights at home.”

  “Wait what?” I said and he scooted closer to me.

  “Can I kiss you?” he asked me and I sucked in my breath.

  “Do what?”

  “Kiss, on the mouth. I am sorry but I have wanted to since I saw you in the bar.”

  “I don’t…I just…”

  I lunged at him and kissed him, with a bit too much passion bit he accepted me just as came to him. I can admit that no one has ever held my attention or made me feel this way and although I would love to chalk this shit up to lack of sex and vivid dreams I cannot, not really. There is something inside of us all that is an attraction mechanism that makes us do crazy shit and this is my moment.

  He held the back of my head as I kissed him and then I allowed him to lead. I am normally aggressive in everything I do, but with him, I think this once I will just toss the fucking chips up into the air and see what the hell happens. He pushed forward as he continued to kiss me and slipped a hand under the small of my back as he suddenly adjusted me on the bed like I weighed nothing at all. He smiled at my lips as he laid down on me and I
felt his cock hard against my clit. He moved slightly and I hissed and arched my back as he watched my expression.

  “Are you okay?” he asked me and I nodded to him.

  “Just do it.” I said and he tilted his head at me.

  “You just say whatever is on your mind.”

  “I want to fuck.” I said and he smiled.

  “I plan on it.”

  I arched my back again as he pressed against me and rotated his hips slightly, the pressure of it almost made me moan but I held it in knowing I would probably become a loud ass freak with him soon enough. No reason to rush, shit, I may step outside and some demon will swoop me and take my fucking head off, so this I will enjoy as long as I can. He reached up and cupped my face as he stared at me and opened his mouth slightly as he pressed against me again. Dead fucking sexy and he has to stop looking so damn good. It is not helping me hold back yelling out his name, which would be crazy this early.

  “Tell me what you need from me Marissa.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t…don’t do that London.”

  “Do what?” he said as he reached down in between us and I felt his fingers at the top of my panties.

  “Talk…I just…oh shit.” I said as I closed my eyes and he slipped his fingers down and grazed my clit slightly. This is so fucking ridiculous. You would think I have never been fucked before.

  “Tell me.” He whispered and I looked at him and opened my mouth but nothing would come out, he fingered at my clit as he applied pressure to himself, pleasuring us both and he sighed and arched his back slightly.

  “You seem to be doing just fine and shit.” I said as my breath quickened and he pressed again.

  He stopped fingering me and pulled at my panties, I adjusted myself and he slipped them off of me as if they were never there at all and I lay there, my heartbeat pounding in my chest and him sitting on his knees, looking at me. He reached out and slid both of his hands from the base of my stomach, up underneath my shirt and then found both of my breasts and they fit perfectly in his hands. I arched my back and he applied some pressure and leaned down from my view and I felt his breath, warm and sweet, close to my clit before his tongue made contact with me and I ‘Oh’d” too loud and his laughed under his breath and licked again, he started to rotate his thumbs on my nipples, applying a bit of pressure as his tongue quickened and my clit hummed with an impending burst of orgasm looming in the distance. I arched my back and rose a bit and he followed me, not missing a beat as he continued. Then he moaned, low at first and then louder as he licked at me and I raised my fingers to my mouth and bit into them, holding back everything I could. I would prefer to come on his cock, I come harder when I have something hard inside of me to feel my pussy pressing against it as an orgasm wells up and takes me completely but this was new. It was more intense and personal and something I had longed for but never allowed myself to experience. I wanted to fuck, but I don’t think this is what this is and that alone is scary as hell. I bit harder as he shoved his tongue inside of me and pulled one hand from my erect nipple and fingered at my clit some more. I finally opened my mouth and begged him to stop.