Shooter (Burnout) (35 page)

“Yes, Mr. Sullivan,” Hayley panted.

He rolled the rubber on and positioned himself behind her. He nudged his cockhead toward her entrance but waited.

“Oh God,” Hayley gasped. “Oh fuck me. Fuck me, now!”

“Very enthusiastic, Ms. Turner but be careful. You’re bordering on insubordination,” he told her, rubbing himself up and down her slit, teasing her.

Hayley whimpered and pushed back, trying to force him to enter her. Chris was inspired by her desperation and returned to her entrance. “
You
fuck
me
, Ms. Turner,” he ordered. “We’re looking for people with leadership skills.”

Hayley grabbed the edge of the desk and shoved herself backwards, impaling herself on Chris’s cock. She sighed in relief and then began rocking herself onto him and back out again in a steady rhythm. Despite being well prepared, her pussy was, as always, tight and grasping, and Chris closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of her gripping him. “That’s it, Ms. Turner,” he crooned. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Take it all the way inside you.” She pushed backward and cried out as he bottomed out inside her. He smiled. “Glad to see you work so well with others. But don’t come yet. Teamwork, Ms. Turner. We need to come together. Hold it in.”

Hayley snarled at being told not to come but continued to dutifully ride his shaft. “Milk my cock. Squeeze it hard. But don’t come.” It was a delicious sensation as Hayley bore down on him, fisting him with her pussy. Chris finally took hold of her hips and began driving into her. “Almost there. Just a little bit more.”

“I’m going to come!” she whined.

“Not yet,” he replied, pulling out and slamming back in. “Just wait.” He felt the building pressure in his balls and slammed into her again. “Just...” slam… “hold”…another slam… “it”…he ground his hips into her ass…. “in.” Chris felt himself going over the edge and reached around to pinch her clit gently. “Come now,” he bit out. “Come with me.”

Hayley’s pussy clenched around his shaft and she cried out as he pumped in his load. He collapsed over her back, holding himself up with his hands on either side of her on the desk. Both of them were panting hard. When the throbbing subsided, he stood up, slid his hand around her waist and sat down in the chair, taking her with him, hard cock still sheathed inside her. She rested her head against his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.

When he could speak again, he said, “Well, Ms. Turner. I think I’m very pleased with your performance so far. I think we’ll keep you on.”

She laughed. “Oh good. When do I get my raise?”

He grinned and bit the side of her neck gently. “Sassy.” Chris cuddled her on his lap for a few more minutes. “Where did you get these?” he asked, sliding his hand along the stockings.

“I went shopping a few days ago,” she told him.

“Did you walk from the house in those heels?”

“No. I took a cab.”

“Good,” he replied. “You can’t walk the streets dressed like this.”

“Did you just call me a streetwalker?”

He chuckled. “If the spike heel fits, baby.” She elbowed him in the ribs. “Okay, okay. What’s for lunch?” he asked, keeping one arm around her and reaching out with the other.

“Thai spicy noodles, fried rice, steamed veggies. You like Thai?”

“Love it,” he said, lifting the lid. “Smells awesome. Thank you.”

“I made some for the boys, too. I put it in the break room.”

He nuzzled her ear. “That was nice of you. Thanks, honey”

After he ate, Hayley called herself another cab and Chris handed her some cash for it. As he reached for it, he grabbed her wrist with his other hand and yanked her forward. She toppled into him on her heels. He leaned down and said into her ear, “You’re gonna wear those heels for me again tonight, right?”

He felt her nod. “Yes. Okay.”

“Good,” he replied, kissing the side of her head. “Those are for me and no one else.”

Hayley grinned. “Okay, Mr. Sullivan.”

He grinned back and shook his head. “Far too much sass.”

***********************

“Cute heels,” said Tex craning his neck out the open door to watch Hayley walk to the cab.

“Eyes front, soldier,” Chris replied, taking a soda out of the fridge.

Tex picked up his chopsticks. “Let me guess, Duke Poofy Pants has a secretary?”

Chris shook his head but grinned.

“Who’s Duke Poofy Pants?” asked Emilio.

“Character in a romance novel,” Hawk answered.

Emilio made a face. “Shit. I’d never let my woman read that shit. She don’t need anything but me.”

Everyone laughed. “Emilio,” said Tex. “You don’t
have
a woman. But if you ever do, you let ‘em read anything they want to read. Probably in your best interest anyway.”

Emilio snorted. “How do you figure?”

Tex grinned. “Because if you don’t, she’ll never come to your office wantin’ to play Naughty Secretary.”

Emilio’s mouth dropped open. “
That’s
what you were doin’ in there?” he asked Chris.

Chris rolled his eyes at the kid. “She brought me lunch, kid.”

“But on the couch?” Emilio asked. “I sit on that couch sometimes.”

Chris was about to respond when Tex said, “You don’t ask for details, kid. The details are none of your business. Just don’t bother the Boss Man when he’s behind a closed door with his old lady. That’s all you need to know.”

When they were alone Tex said, “So she’s gettin’ more comfortable.”

Chris nodded and took a swig of soda. “Finally getting some sass.” Tex smiled. “And today was all her, but she’s letting me initiate things more at home, too.”

“Well, good,” Tex replied, nodding. “She’s dressing better. Those were some lovely thighs.”

Chris glared at Tex but couldn’t maintain it. His face broke out into a grin. “God, I know.”

Chapter 28

Chris was lost in the best dream ever. Hayley was warm and soft beneath him, whispering his name over and over. His rock hard cock was grinding against her and she was squirming underneath him with anticipation. Just a little more teasing, his dreamself said, work her into a near frenzy of lust before-

The scream shattered the darkness. Chris’ blood ran cold and his eyes flew open. He was disoriented for a moment. Like his dream, Hayley was beneath him, his large frame covering hers and pressing her into the mattress. And like the dream, she was also writhing, but not because she was horny. Hayley was absolutely terrified.

Her eyes were wide and glassy with fear and she was having trouble catching her breath.

“
Oh, my God
,” Chris blurted out and shoved himself away from her. “Hayley. Hayley, baby, I’m so sorry!”

A spike of anxiety rose in him as she struggled desperately to get out of the twisted sheets. She was hyperventilating as well as choking back sobs. She stumbled out of bed and lurched for the bathroom door. She clawed at it, tearing it open, and flung herself inside, locking the door behind her. Chris laid his forehead against the wood and listened to her cry on the other side.

“I was asleep,” he told her. “I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.”

Hayley didn’t respond.

Chris left half an hour later after determining that at least she’d stopped crying. She wasn’t speaking to him through the door and he thought maybe the best thing to do was to just remove himself from the situation. He dressed quickly, locked the front door behind him, and headed to the garage.

Hawk was the first to arrive for work and did a double take at the dark circles under his lieutenant’s eyes and his surly demeanor. “What happened?”

Chris scowled and tossed a wrench into a metal toolbox. The clatter echoed through the bay. “I fucked up.”

Hawk snorted. “Not news.”

“No, I mean I really fucked up, David.”

Hawk tossed his jacket onto a stool. “How?” he said, more seriously.

“I was asleep,” Chris announced, repeating the same lame-ass excuse he’d given Hayley. “I was bone-ass tired from working and I was asleep and I....I fucked up.”

Hawk mulled this over. “How far did you get?” he finally asked.

“Had her underneath me. Pinning her down. Apparently she’d been trying to fight me off, but I didn’t know it. Scared the hell out of her.”

“But you didn’t
take
her.”

“No,” Chris confirmed. “It didn’t get that far. Thank God.”

“It’ll probably work out, then.”

“I can’t bank on
probably
,” Chris said wearily.

“It’ll just take some time,” the big Sioux declared. “Time. That’s all.”

So Chris did as his friend suggested, and took some time. Away from Hayley. The next day when she was at work, he packed up a few clothes, his razor, and his toothbrush, and camped out in the garage’s office. He sent Tex into Maria’s to let Hayley know where he’d be if she needed him. Tex reported that Hayley looked about as bad as Chris did.

By the fourth night on the old couch, Chris had a kink in his back that he feared may now be permanent, a serious aversion to fast food, and an emptiness inside him that wasn’t getting any better. He hoped to God Hayley was getting back to her old self, even if he couldn’t manage it.

On Friday afternoon, he heard a sharp knock on the office door and he practically jumped out of his chair. It was a day that Hayley normally brought lunch for them, and though she hadn’t cooked for them this week, and Poker Night had been cancelled, it didn’t stop him from thinking it was her, coming to bring him food and to tell him she needed him back home.

He opened the door to find, not Hayley, but Tex nearly scowling at him. Chris didn’t know what to make of the expression until the cowboy cum biker moved out of the way to make room for a leggy blond. Chris groaned internally.

Deanna, apparently oblivious to the fact that neither of the men actually seemed pleased to see her, sauntered past Tex and into the office. Tex turned and walked away, shaking his head. Chris fixed his own features into a scowl.

“What do you want?” he snapped.

“
I
don’t want anything,” she replied. “I just heard that
you
were having some trouble with Betty Crocker and I thought maybe you were tired of this lumpy couch.”

He scoffed. “Forget it. I’m not trading in this couch for yours, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Oh, we both know I had another place in mind,” she cooed.

“Leave, Deanna,” he ordered. “I don’t know how many ways I can say it.
I’m. not. interested.
”

Deanna ignored him and stepped toward him, closing the distance between them. It was obvious that she thought she was sexy, swinging her hips like she was. It was all Chris could do not to roll his eyes.

“You sure you’re not interested? I’m betting you’re awful lonely these days.”