me. One hour. The clock is ticking, I’d suggest you get on the phone and get things moving.”
He moved toward Rebecca, “I think I might sample what is to come,” he laughed raucously at his crude pun, as he reached toward a bare breast.
“You so much as touch her and I will kill you before you leave the room,” Matt snarled. That little popgun of yours might hit me but it won’t stop me. Unless you hit me in the head on your first shot you’ll be dead before you get off a second shot. Are you that confident in your marksmanship? You won’t be the first human I’ve killed with my bare hands. You’ll simply be the first today.”
“And if I shoot the lovely Rebecca?”
“Same thing. You’re dead. You decide the price you want to pay. “Your life? Is it worth it to you?”
With his arm around her neck, he began retreating slowly towards the door. Then he thought better of that plan. He knew as soon as they passed from Matt’s sight, he would retrieve his gun. “Where is your weapon?” he asked. Tightening his hold on Rebecca’s neck and with the gun in her ear, “You had best not lie to me.”
“It’s in the night stand,” he said.
Rebecca’s eyes widened in shock. She thought, “ Jason’s gun was in the nightstand. Why would Matt give Ricardo another weapon? It didn’t make sense?” Her alarm registered in her face. You really had to be watching closely, and Rebecca was staring at Matt. One eyelid barely closed. “He’s winking at me. He has a plan.”
“Open the drawer slowly, no tricks. My gun is in her ear.”
Matt pulled the drawer open. “Hear it is,” he said.
“Put the pen on the nightstand through the trigger guard and lift the gun slowly from the drawer.”
Matt did as he was told. “Now, carefully place it at the foot of the bed and back way and face the wall.” Again, Matt did as he was told. With slow small steps, he backed away from the wall until he was even with the chair. He stopped.
Ricardo moved around to the foot of the bed, dragging Rebecca with him. As he reached the end of the bed and reached for the gun, Rebecca went completely limp. With the element of surprise and the dead weight on his arm, Rebecca fell to the floor with a clunk.
The distraction gave Matt an opportunity. One he did not waste. In one leap, he was on Ricardo, hitting him with his fist, spoiling that handsome face. Blood spurted from the shattered nose. He fell backward. Matt went after him, but tripped over Rebecca’s body on the floor. Ricardo spun around and in a flash he was out the back door. By the time Matt recovered his balance and retrieved his Glock, Ricardo was nowhere to be seen, having vanished in the dark of the night. Matt secured the door and returned to the bedroom to find Rebecca standing, her robe in her hand.
“Did he get away?” she asked.
“I’m afraid he did,” Matt said with a lot of regret in his voice.
Rebecca came into his arms and hugged him tightly as he placed his arms about her. Both became aware of their nudity at about the same time. “Now where were we?” before we were so rudely interrupted.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Rebecca said.
With her arms still around him be sidestepped to the door, closed it and thumbed it locked. “Now try me,” he said.
Pulling her close, he kissed her. A deep and passionate kiss. She felt the finely tuned machine come to life. She was humming again. With one hand on his manhood, she moved to the bed backwards, and simply laid down, Matt on top. Matt continued his kiss, and then he kissed the sensitive corner at the base of her neck. He moved to her breast and took it into his mouth. He inserted a finger into here cleft and moved it around stretching the walls. It suddenly became very moist. He opened another packet and smoothly slid the sheath over his member. Atop, he moved the covered rod
Catherine Gilbert Murdock