Skin Game
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Yes, she hissed. Now. Please.
My God, there are times when the sexiest thing a woman can give a man is permission.
I didnt hold back.
She was slippery and hot and I could only barely keep myself from simply taking, going. Some tiny bit of me managed to slow things down as I began to press into heruntil she got her legs up and dug her heels into my hips, pulling me hard inside her.
After that, I didnt even try.
She twisted her wrists free of my grip and twined her arms around my neck. She pulled me down frantically, and the difference in our heights made it awkward to get my mouth down to hers without withdrawing from her, and there was no way I was going to do that. I managed. Our mouths were frantic on each other, breath mingling as our bodies surged in rhythm. She writhed against me, her eyes rolling back in her head as she climbed again, her back arching into a sudden bow once more, a soft, soft moan torn from her as she shuddered against me. I didnt stop as she came down from the cl**ax, and she only grew more frantic, her body rolling to meet each thrust. Now, she breathed. Dont hold back. Dont hold back.
And suddenly I couldnt, wouldnt, didnt want to. I braced my hands on the bed, holding my weight off of her, and could think of nothing but how good it felt, about the pleasure building and building.
Yes, Karrin hissed. Come on.
I reached the shuddering edge
and felt something cold and hard press against my temple.
I opened my eyes and saw her holding her SIG against the side of my head. And as I watched, a second set of eyes, glowing with a hellish violet light, opened above her eyebrows, and a burning sigil of the same fire, in a shape vaguely reminiscent of an hourglass, appeared on her forehead.
Her voice changed, became lower, richer, more sensual. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, she purred.
And then she pulled the trigger.
* * *
I sat up in Karrins bed choking down a short cry.
I blinked my eyes several times, struggling to order my thoughts, fighting sleep out of my head. The silver earring in my left ear felt like a tiny lump of frozen lead, heavy and arctic. I was breathing hard and covered in a light sweat, and some of the cuts were burning with discomfort. My body hurt everywhereand worse, was utterly keyed up with frustrated, not quite consummated sexual arousal.
I lay back in bed with a groan.
Oh come on, I panted. Not even in the dream? Thats ri-goddamned-diculous!
A moment later, the light in the hall clicked on, and the bedroom door opened.
Karrin was standing there in her CPD T-shirt and pair of big loose gym shorts, holding her SIG loosely at her side. Harry? she said. Are you . . . ? She paused, eyed me, and arched one dark goldeyebrow.
I grabbed a pillow, plopped it down over my hips, on top of the covers, and sighed.
She regarded me for a second, her expression difficult to read. Save it for fight night, big guy, she said. She started to turn and then paused. But once were clear of this mess . . .
She smiled, and looked back at the pillow. Her smile was an amazing thing, equal parts joy and wickedness.
Once were clear, we should talk.
I found myself blushing furiously.
She gave me that smile again, and said, See you in the morning.
Then she shut the door and left me in bed alone.
Yet somehow, thinking of that smile, I didnt really mind.
Fifteen
Karrin, Valmont, and I showed up at the slaughterhouse at dawn. As I came up the stairs and out onto the catwalk, Jordan and one of the other squires were hastily walking apart, with the mien of teenagers who hadnt been doing something they were supposed to do. Jordan was tucking a small notebook into his pocket as he did.
Hi, Jordan, I said brightly. Whatcha doin?
He glowered at me.
I walked up to him, smiled down, and said, Let me see the notebook, please.
Jordan continued glowering at me. He looked aside at the other squire, who by now was standing forty feet away at an intersection of two strips of catwalk, evidently where he was supposed to be standing guard. The other squire resolutely ignored Jordan.
I held my hand out and said, Humor me. Im going to stand here until you cooperate or Nicodemus comes looking.
Jordans lips twisted into an unpleasant grimace. Then he took the notebook from his pocket and slapped it into my hand.
Thanks, I said, opening it to the page that had evidently been written on most recently, and read.
10 goats now.
The reply was written in a blocky, heavy handpresumably the other squires.
SO WHAT?
So one went missing last night, and another one in the last hour. Where did they go?
DID YOU TELL THE LORD ABOUT IT?
Yes, of course.
WHAT DID HE SAY?
Nothing.
THEN THATS WHAT YOURE SUPPOSED TO KNOW.
Something is in here with us. Dangerous. Cant you feel it?
SHUT UP AND DO YOUR JOB.
But what i
And the script ended in a hasty scrawl.
I finished reading it and eyed Jordan. You have to wonder about it when your boss doesnt want any questions, kid.
Karrin cleared her throat, pointedly.
Oh, I want them, I drawled. Im just not answering them right away. I passed the notebook back over to Jordan. That what Nick has the goats in here for, then, eh? Hes feeding something.
My God, there are times when the sexiest thing a woman can give a man is permission.
I didnt hold back.
She was slippery and hot and I could only barely keep myself from simply taking, going. Some tiny bit of me managed to slow things down as I began to press into heruntil she got her legs up and dug her heels into my hips, pulling me hard inside her.
After that, I didnt even try.
She twisted her wrists free of my grip and twined her arms around my neck. She pulled me down frantically, and the difference in our heights made it awkward to get my mouth down to hers without withdrawing from her, and there was no way I was going to do that. I managed. Our mouths were frantic on each other, breath mingling as our bodies surged in rhythm. She writhed against me, her eyes rolling back in her head as she climbed again, her back arching into a sudden bow once more, a soft, soft moan torn from her as she shuddered against me. I didnt stop as she came down from the cl**ax, and she only grew more frantic, her body rolling to meet each thrust. Now, she breathed. Dont hold back. Dont hold back.
And suddenly I couldnt, wouldnt, didnt want to. I braced my hands on the bed, holding my weight off of her, and could think of nothing but how good it felt, about the pleasure building and building.
Yes, Karrin hissed. Come on.
I reached the shuddering edge
and felt something cold and hard press against my temple.
I opened my eyes and saw her holding her SIG against the side of my head. And as I watched, a second set of eyes, glowing with a hellish violet light, opened above her eyebrows, and a burning sigil of the same fire, in a shape vaguely reminiscent of an hourglass, appeared on her forehead.
Her voice changed, became lower, richer, more sensual. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, she purred.
And then she pulled the trigger.
* * *
I sat up in Karrins bed choking down a short cry.
I blinked my eyes several times, struggling to order my thoughts, fighting sleep out of my head. The silver earring in my left ear felt like a tiny lump of frozen lead, heavy and arctic. I was breathing hard and covered in a light sweat, and some of the cuts were burning with discomfort. My body hurt everywhereand worse, was utterly keyed up with frustrated, not quite consummated sexual arousal.
I lay back in bed with a groan.
Oh come on, I panted. Not even in the dream? Thats ri-goddamned-diculous!
A moment later, the light in the hall clicked on, and the bedroom door opened.
Karrin was standing there in her CPD T-shirt and pair of big loose gym shorts, holding her SIG loosely at her side. Harry? she said. Are you . . . ? She paused, eyed me, and arched one dark goldeyebrow.
I grabbed a pillow, plopped it down over my hips, on top of the covers, and sighed.
She regarded me for a second, her expression difficult to read. Save it for fight night, big guy, she said. She started to turn and then paused. But once were clear of this mess . . .
She smiled, and looked back at the pillow. Her smile was an amazing thing, equal parts joy and wickedness.
Once were clear, we should talk.
I found myself blushing furiously.
She gave me that smile again, and said, See you in the morning.
Then she shut the door and left me in bed alone.
Yet somehow, thinking of that smile, I didnt really mind.
Fifteen
Karrin, Valmont, and I showed up at the slaughterhouse at dawn. As I came up the stairs and out onto the catwalk, Jordan and one of the other squires were hastily walking apart, with the mien of teenagers who hadnt been doing something they were supposed to do. Jordan was tucking a small notebook into his pocket as he did.
Hi, Jordan, I said brightly. Whatcha doin?
He glowered at me.
I walked up to him, smiled down, and said, Let me see the notebook, please.
Jordan continued glowering at me. He looked aside at the other squire, who by now was standing forty feet away at an intersection of two strips of catwalk, evidently where he was supposed to be standing guard. The other squire resolutely ignored Jordan.
I held my hand out and said, Humor me. Im going to stand here until you cooperate or Nicodemus comes looking.
Jordans lips twisted into an unpleasant grimace. Then he took the notebook from his pocket and slapped it into my hand.
Thanks, I said, opening it to the page that had evidently been written on most recently, and read.
10 goats now.
The reply was written in a blocky, heavy handpresumably the other squires.
SO WHAT?
So one went missing last night, and another one in the last hour. Where did they go?
DID YOU TELL THE LORD ABOUT IT?
Yes, of course.
WHAT DID HE SAY?
Nothing.
THEN THATS WHAT YOURE SUPPOSED TO KNOW.
Something is in here with us. Dangerous. Cant you feel it?
SHUT UP AND DO YOUR JOB.
But what i
And the script ended in a hasty scrawl.
I finished reading it and eyed Jordan. You have to wonder about it when your boss doesnt want any questions, kid.
Karrin cleared her throat, pointedly.
Oh, I want them, I drawled. Im just not answering them right away. I passed the notebook back over to Jordan. That what Nick has the goats in here for, then, eh? Hes feeding something.
