Michele Bravo Playing With Fire Chapter 24

I.

Gus Keller was dreaming. In his dream, he was standing in darkness in the bedroom. Taran Tula…the beautiful Taran Tula whom he didn’t remember but who must be his girl… walked into the bedroom, and stared at him.

He grabbed her by the biceps, and forced her backward onto the bed. She grasped his own arms, and exerted her strength to prevent him from forcing her backward, but she never said a word and she was smiling as she resisted him.

She lay flat on the bed, staring up at him, pressing against his chest with both her hands. He grasped her wrists, one in each of his hands, and forced them back over her head. She bucked her hips beneath him, but he merely leaned forward and kissed her, hard, upon the lips.

She resisted at first, then her lips parted and he stuck his tongue in her mouth, entwining it with her own tongue.

Still holding her by the wrists, Gus pulled her up further onto the bed, Leaning forward, he used his knees to spread her legs apart, and although at one point in this scenario they’d both been wearing clothes, now they were conveniently naked.

Tula bucked underneath him again, but he just pressed himself against her, keeping her down, as he entered her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, so that he could get deeper into her, and he maneuvered his hips in long, deep thrusts into her.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Taran moaned…with pleasure.

Keller pressed his body down onto hers even further, at the same time biting gently on her neck, on her shoulders, on her breasts…

He was cumming, he was cumming…. Then, suddenly, Taran’s eyes opened wide and with a sudden burst of strength she shoved him off of her. Then she sat up, laughing at him.

II.

Keller sat up in bed, angry, for reasons that he didn’t know. Perhaps because his head was killing him, perhaps because he was feeling used and abused. Perhaps because he still couldn’t remember who he was, but his girl, his girl, had been downstairs flirting with some guy….and had now entered the room and stood there, sneering at him, laughing at him.

“Sorry,” she said, grinning. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“What time is it?” he asked. His mouth felt dry…he was dying for a drink.

“Just gone midnight. The party was a complete success.”

The party. Where she was practically in that guy’s pants. “I just bet,” he said, gruffly.

She looked at him, smirking. “I saw you came up early.” She said. “Need some aspirin?”

“No, I’m feeling fine. So, the party. You sure looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

She’d been all over that Alain Pretorius. All over him.

“Yes,” she said with a smirk. “Pretorious is a very charming man.”

Charming, she called it. “Sexy too, eh?” he said provocatively.

“Yes, very sexy,” she replied, laughing. Then, “Is there something you want to say, Keller?”

“I just didn’t like the way you were hanging all over him, that’s all,” he said, defiantly. “I’m surprised you ended up here instead of in his bedroom.”

She drew herself up to her full height. “He’s not staying in the house,” she said…regretfully.

Keller gritted his teeth.

But then she went on. “Look, Keller, I told you I was going to vamp Pretorius, and I did. It was all part of the job. But if it will make you feel any better, let’s proceed to the next part of the job. Shall we discuss how we’re going to kill him?”

He stared at her for several seconds, blinking, face expressionless.

Had she just said, so very calmly, “Shall we discuss how we’re going to kill him?”

They were going to kill Pretorius. He and she…cold blooded assassins.

“Well?” she demanded.

“My head is hurting,” Keller said fretfully. “Can I get a couple of aspirin?”

“Of course.” Keller watched her walk into the bathroom. She returned with a couple of pills and a glass of water.

He took them and downed them quickly.

He was a cold-blooded killer…and she hadn’t been cheating on him. He felt a little sick and a little elated at the same time.

“Sorry to have been such a bear,” he said. “I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“Not to worry.” She said, smiling her gorgeous smile at him. “Now, maybe you’d better take off those clothes and…”

Hope springs eternal. “Is that an invitation?” Keller asked.

“You are feeling better,” she laughed.

But he was doomed to disappointment.

“I want you to sleep, Keller. I need you at full strength tomorrow. So just take off your clothes and go back to bed.“

“It’s easier to sleep with a warm body next to mine,” he said, trying to put persuasion into his voice.

“I shall take a shower and change into my jimjams, and then I will come to bed. To sleep.”

Ooh, baby. “You’re the boss,” he said, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

She went into the bathroom, while he took off all his clothes. He hesitated…then slipped out of his underwear, too. Then he lay back in bed. The pills were starting to help….

He never knew when Taran Tula re-entered the room, and climbed into the bed beside him. He was out like a light.