Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 Page 5

  And then have words with Gertrude about using him as a human shield.

  Elsie blanched, mouth agape. “This is not what it looks!”

  “I was worried sick about you,” said Kevin. “That you might be hurt. Or worse. And I get here, and—“

  And what? Kevin and Elsie had talked about their fantasies together. One of Kevin’s was watching the love of his life being ravished by another woman.

  Actually seeing it happen… wasn’t what he dreamed about.

  Elsie lowered her chin, arms still crossed, hips askance. Her serious stare. The pose faltered when she scrunched her shoulders up and rocked on her heels.

  “There’s something you don’t know about me,” she said.

  “Yeah? What? You’re suddenly a lesb… Ouch!”

  Gertrude pinched him hard on the side, enough for her nails to dig through his polo shirt. “Both of you,” she hissed through her teeth, “might want to save this for later.”

  Molly grinned ear to ear like a viper preparing to snap at a mouse. Her face was still moist from… Elsie.

  “A real pleasure meeting you at last, Kevin,” she said.

  Kevin straightened his shoulders, finger on the trigger. He didn’t want to shoot her, but the way she looked at him, like he was a piece of meat in the supermarket, made him miserably uncomfortable.

  “How do you know my name?” he said.

  Elsie glanced rapidly from Kevin to Molly and back to Kevin. Gertrude sighed.

  “Darling,” said the blond woman. “I’m Molly Biggins.”

  Chapter Seven

  Elsie never pretended to be the perfect bride. She was too far from grace to be that, and she’d told Kevin so much. But she wanted to “save herself” for the wedding night, even denying Kevin one last roll in the hay before the big day. And her last jobs were easy enough, she didn’t need to pull the sex card to complete the mission. Her first night as a married woman was to be special.

  And then Molly went down on her, and Elsie forgot even the pretense of chastity.

  Did it count if your sex partner was the same gender?

  Molly’s tongue glided over her clitoris and lips, into her tunnel. Warmth spread from her hips to belly, an orgasm building slow and steady. The blond woman, despite her other faults, knew what she was doing, and did it so well. Elsie couldn’t help but grind her hips on Molly’s mouth.

  Pussy wetter than a cat sprayed by a garden hose, Elsie had been close to coming.

  The last thing she expected was Kevin to show up with a gun in his hand. To make matters worse, her mother came in behind him, the gold revolver Dad had given her cocked and ready to fire.

  And why was Mom using Kevin as a human shield?

  All the warm build up from being eaten out ebbed and drained down to her toes, disappearing entirely. Nerves raw and on edge, and entirely unsatisfied from being denied an orgasm, veins throbbed in Elsie’s temples. Searing hot anger poured through her.

  A shouting match ensued. Too many loud words, too many guns in one small room. Elsie had defused many similar situations in the past, where tempers flared and men were quick to draw weapons. She took pride in being a calm center in the storm.

  This was entirely different.

  This time, she felt whipped and carried away by the storm. And she had no idea why she felt that way.

  Elsie wanted to kill Kevin for… some crime he didn’t know he committed. Hell, even she wasn’t sure why.

  But then Molly said something otherwise inconspicuous, her Russian accent crumbling and turning more Midwestern. “Darling, I’m Molly Biggins.”

  Kevin’s face blanched, as if he’d seen a train-wreck and was powerless to stop it. His hands trembled, the gun shaking, and a cold sweat broke out in his hairline. Elsie studied him carefully.

  “Kevin,” she said, trying her best to keep calm, but her voice shook. “Do you know this woman?”

  He shook his head, but only slightly, and his eyes were plastered on Molly. Not on her breasts or legs. He was studying her face.

  If she had her 9mm, Elsie would’ve shot Kevin herself. For once, she was thankful for Zack, though he’d never know it or even appreciate it.

  “Kevin,” Elsie said, sterner and with fire in her voice. She felt like a broken record. “Do you know this woman?”

  Mom peeled her death stare away from Molly, and looked Elsie in the eyes. “Leave. You don’t want to be here.”

  “What are you talking about? Mother, what’ve you gotten into?”

  “Elsie, I love you. But you need to walk away from this.”

  Her mother’s eyes were steel, hard and cold. Elsie knew Mom was more than she seemed. Like mother like daughter, Gertrude Turner was a spy. But what did Elsie really know about the woman? She wasn’t entirely sure what organization Mom had worked for, if she still worked in the business.

  And Kevin…

  Elsie knew he target practiced with his best friend, Brad. But Kevin held himself like a professional. He didn’t even budge out of the way for Mom, keeping his body between her and Nikolai.

  She was angry for not seeing the signs earlier. The man knew how to handle a pistol, and while he wasn’t entirely keeping his cool under pressure, he certainly kept his fighting posture steady. He was ready for a gunfight.

  No way Kevin was just a “corporate rat” like he told her. There was a reason for all his trips to D.C. Her fiancee was a spy, he didn’t need to tell her. She saw it now, in the way he carried himself and held a gun.

  Was there a reason he met her in the first place? For his odd behavior as their wedding day got closer? Was he spying on Elsie?

  A million horrible thoughts collided in her head all at once, exploding in a deadly firebomb nova. Elsie felt violated for learning he wasn’t exactly who he always said he was.

  Worse, now wasn’t the time to ask him questions. Elsie needed to keep her head clear and diffuse this situation.

  If only she was wearing underwear. And her pussy soaked from an incomplete orgasm. And if she had a gun.

  “Elsie,” said Mom. “Do as I say.”

  “No,” Elsie said, not quite regretting her bitchy tone of voice. “Whatever’s going on between you and…” She couldn’t say the name Molly, not now. “…her, needs to get resolved.”

  “Oh what a load of crap,” Kevin blurted. “What’s going on between you and… her?”

  “That—that’s irrelevant!” said Elsie. “It was nothing!”

  “Nothing? Looked like a soaking wet nothing from here.”

  Mom boxed Kevin on the side of his face. He took the hit like a pro, head bending with the blow, brows furrowed and reddened with anger.

  “There’s one solution to our mess,” said Molly. “Gertie comes with me.”

  The way she said “comes” simultaneously curled Elsie’s toes and made her stomach churn.

  Mom withdrew her gun, and dropped it into her purse. She stepped around Kevin, putting a hand on his forearm to gently get him to draw down, too.

  “Mother!” Elsie said. “You’re not seriously going with her?”

  “She’s right,” she said. “This is between me and Molly.”

  “I won’t allow this. I won’t let this strange bitch hurt you.”

  Molly cleared her throat, a happy and light smile spread across her smeared red lips. “Darling, please. I wouldn’t dream of hurting Gertie. Much less you.”

  Molly winked at Elsie, a playful giggle erupted from her throat. She motioned to her goon, Nikolai, to stand down, and offered an arm to Mom.

  They walked out arm in arm, a crooked scrunch in Mom’s brow. Elsie leaned against the counter, helpless.

  Kevin kept his distance, gun still in hand. “Well now,” he said. “What’s the next move?”

  Elsie waited until the front door slammed shut. “Go fuck yourself,” she said. She pushed him out of the way and ran downstairs.

  Chapter Eight

  Kevin didn’t exactly know what to do. Elsie’s shove was ro
ugh, and a lot stronger than he expected. He shifted his weight, taking the blow with his back foot.

  The pitter-patter of her feet on the sandy brown carpet was rapid fire. Shoulders hunched and arms crossed in front of her stomach, face hidden by her hair, Elsie disappeared around the corner downstairs. Kevin wasn’t sure if she was crying.

  Elsie was pretty talented at holding it in. Better than many men.

  They’d had their disputes by now, like when Kevin forgot Elsie’s birthday, and when she had mysteriously disappeared without saying a word. Truth was, Elsie being angry at him lifted the weight of his secret a little bit. She couldn’t be more angry at him, or if so, at least the camel’s back was already broken.

  He still couldn’t tell her he was a spy, though Elsie deserved the truth. Some secrets had to remain secret, even if they hurt to keep them in.

  Kevin stood at the top of the stairs, debating whether to go down and comfort Elsie or not. What was he going to say? Or do, besides pat her on the shoulder and lie about things being alright?

  He took each step at a time, every footfall loud as possible to let her know he was coming.

  Elsie sat at the minibar, a bottle of Jack Daniels at her elbow and a crystal shot glass in one hand. Niagara Falls ran down her face, along with streaked mascara. She looked like a raccoon.

  Kevin waved and plastered a smile on his face. “I’m not angry about…”

  …what?

  Walking in while a strange woman buried her face in between Elsie’s legs? Jealous, maybe. Angry, nope. How could he be angry about that?

  But he was angry that the strange woman was no other than the mysterious Biggins who haunted his nightmares.

  He cleared his throat and started over. “Wanna talk?”

  “No.” Elsie poured herself another shot and whisked it back. Her head shook from the stinging burn of alcohol, and she turned away from him.

  Kevin touched her shoulder, and she pulled away as if his fingers were on fire.

  “We’ll find your mother,” he offered. “We can…”

  Shit, call the authorities? Use his spy talents to get her back? Kevin didn’t have an easy answer.

  “We’ll find her,” he said again.

  “Blow it out your asshole,” said Elsie, cold and calm. Scary calm. She poured another drink.

  The drink wasn’t for Kevin.

  He walked to the billiard table. It was a simple thing to set the balls in the triangle, keep his mind busy while Elsie fumed at him. Kevin had to do something, and wasn’t sure what exactly to do besides putz with his hands. He got a stick off the wall, chalked it, and broke the balls.

  The hard clattering of balls hitting balls was satisfying.

  Pool wasn’t his game. Elsie, when they first met, used to believe he allowed her to win. Truth was, Kevin was terrible at angles, and playing in a smoke filled bar while buzzed just made his game worse.

  He made three attempts to sink the eight ball before Elsie turned around. She sat askance, legs crossed and sundress riding high up on her thigh. She wasn’t wearing panties, far as he knew.

  For some dumb reason, that thought made Kevin hard. So he stood behind the billiard table, and bent forward slightly with his palms pressed against the table’s rim.

  Kevin stared into Elsie’s eyes for a long moment. He wanted nothing more than to wipe away the goofy raccoon mascara smudges running down both sides of her face.

  Elsie’s chin and cheeks got tighter. Fierce. Her brows tightened, and she stared right back at him. The mascara smudges were more like warpaint now.

  Great. Now she was buzzed enough to feel brave. Kevin swallowed.

  “What the hell,” said Elsie, voice gravelly and husky, “is your connection to Biggins?”

  “Connection?” said Kevin, knowing his bluff was already called. Elsie was too smart for him. That made her dangerous. Both to him, and to herself.

  “Yes,” she said. Elsie slid off the barstool and strutted to the billiard table. Palms pressed flat on the table, she faced off with Kevin, giving him a good view of her cleavage. “Your connection. She knew you. And when you realized who she was, I could hear your testicles rolling around on the floor.”

  “I don’t know her at all,” Kevin replied. “Not as well as you do, apparently.”

  Elsie blushed and stood up straighter, and pointed an accusing finger at Kevin. “It was your fantasy, mister. Isn’t that what you used to tell me?”

  “Yeah. But I figured we’d invite another woman to play together. Wasn’t that the plan?”

  “The plan? We’re not even married. And you’re lecturing me about what I can and can’t do?”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “I’m a single woman! I can have whoever I want between my legs!”

  “Maybe I’ll find a floozie to play with!”

  “Fine!” she said.

  “Fine!” he said.

  “Fine! But you still didn’t answer my question.”

  “You didn’t exactly answer mine.”

  “You didn’t ask one.” Elsie leaned forward again, eyes hard as steel. No traces of tears were left. She was all hard boiled, and looked ready to crack his nuts open.

  Kevin gripped the pool stick in both hands, sweaty palms slick on the smooth hardwood. “What is your relationship with Biggins?”

  “I just met the bitch,” said Elsie, tone even and cruel. “And she kidnapped my mother for reasons I don’t understand.” She paused, a lock of hair falling over one brow, which Kevin always found sexy until now. “Your turn.”

  Kevin walked around the table, breathing slow in and out with each step. He settled one hip on the table, near Elsie’s right hand. She still wore the diamond engagement ring he’d given her.

  He looked her straight in the eye.

  “Biggins blackmailed me,” he said. He expected relief to fill him with the confession. Instead, his stomach felt weighed down with rocks. Kevin could hardly breath, waiting for Elsie to say or do something.

  He didn’t have to wait too long.

  Elsie laughed. At first a tiny chuckle, which grew into a full blown belly laugh as if he had told her the dirtiest joke on Earth. Kevin shifted the weight on his hip, not sure what to say next. Not sure what her response meant.

  So he put on his best poker face and stayed cool as a cucumber in the fridge.

  “You?” she said, gasping for breath. “Blackmailed by Biggins? Good God, why?”

  “It’s not what you think,” said Kevin. What did she think? Hell, how would he see the situation if things were turned around? “Look, I’ve done some bad things. But this one wasn’t my fault exactly.”

  “I hope not,” Elsie controlled her laughing at last and swiped the lock of hair behind one ear. “Biggins is the real deal. Bad news. You don’t know the shit-storm you poked your head into.”

  Kevin pulled away from her as if she had bitten him. He would’ve preferred a bite.

  “Wait?” he said. “How do you know Biggins?”

  “I don’t,” Elsie said. “I know things about people.”

  The way she said it sent a chill down Kevin’s arms. As if a curtain had been parted, and a cold stiff breeze blew through. How had it not seen this side of Elsie before? She was being her usual confident self, but different. Creepy, and more than a little mysterious.

  He stepped back a step. And another, until his backside hit the wall.

  “I think,” said Kevin, clearing his throat. “I think we need to come clean with each other.”

  “Baby,” said Elsie, a glint of wicked humor shining in her eyes. “I’m a bad girl.”

  Chapter Nine

  Her entire body clenched and tingled hot, her earlier frustration near forgotten. For the moment.

  Kevin so much as admitted to be a member of the spy community. Elsie wished he would just cough up the truth, but she wasn’t about to let on directly either. But learning what she now knew about Kevin, as good as knowing he was a spy, jus
t made him seem hotter.

  Elsie really had been a bad girl her entire life. Now she wanted to show Kevin what she meant by that.

  She picked a pool stick off the wall, chalked it slow and sensual while licking her lips, and walked around to his side of the table. Elsie leaned over the table, pressing a hip into him, his body heat searing her through the thin material of her sundress.

  “Eight ball,” she said. “Left corner pocket.”

  The ball sank into the left corner.

  Kevin looked at her askance, brows tight, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Elsie wanted to squeeze his arm as she strutted behind him to reach the cue ball. She resisted the urge.

  He smelled really nice. Like he’d just taken a shower, and then worked out. Just enough cleanliness mixed with sweat. Elsie put a little extra sway in her hips.

  “Six,” she said. “Right corner.”

  Again, she made the shot.

  “We’re both intelligent adults,” said Kevin, leaning against the corner of the table. “Why don’t we just come clean?”

  “I can be clean,” said Elsie. She dropped her voice, making it sound husky and sly. “Do you want that?”

  “Yeah… Well, yeah.”

  Elsie pressed her lips together in a tight little grin. This was just like grifting a mark, but—

  More fun.

  He stood up straighter and cleared his throat. “We both know how this ends,” Kevin said.

  “Oh?” said Elsie. “Just like we both know I’m going to sink the three right where your nut-sack is.”

  Elsie leaned down, sticking her ass out. The cool air felt pleasant against her bare, warm skin. She wanted the billiard table cleared. Her pussy lips tingled with anticipation, she already was wet. Not having panties on helped with that.

  “I don’t see how you can make the shot,” said Kevin.

  “Want to see?” Elsie bit her bottom lip and struck the cue ball.

  The cue hit the five, which ricocheted and hit the three. The three ball fell in the hole, right where she said it would.