Six(82)

The interior of the room was an improvement. Instead of out-of-date prints or paneled walls, everything was plain. Very little color deviation, all neutral, and even the mass produced artwork on the wall was pretty bland.

Once again, it was sit and wait. We’d made it to California, but without a meeting point, we were dead in the water, which didn’t sit well with Six. With nothing else to do, I pulled Sir Flopsalot out along with my book and used him as a pillow while I dug back into my story.

“You know, a watched pot never boils,” I said after he’d stared at the phone for an hour, willing it to ring with some word from Jason.

He refused to look at me, but I could tell he registered what I said when his gaze flickered between the phone and the window.

With a sigh, I put my book down, marking the page with a leftover receipt. The tension coming off him was infecting the whole room and making it hard to enjoy my reading.

As I walked over to him, he glanced to me but always back down to his phone.

“Enough,” I said as I kneeled in front of him between his legs. I reached out and pulled at his belt, working it loose.

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer until I popped the button and had the zipper down. Once his cock was out and in my hand, I looked up at him.

“You need to relax.” I ran my fingers up and down his hardening length, watching his reaction.

The crazed energy that seemed to be crackling in him simmered down, his gaze no longer on his phone but intently on my actions.

“I know you don’t like things to be out of your control, and what’s happening is hard for you to compute.” I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft. He was only half steam, but growing harder with each second. “You’re a warrior fighting an invisible enemy. You always know your target.” I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked, earning a groan and causing his body to sag a bit. “You don’t cope well with blindness.”

“How do you know?”

I removed my mouth and fisted my fingers around him, sliding up and down. “Because I’ve watched you for months. I know your personality more than you think I do.”

I wet my lips with my tongue before diving back down. One hand working the base while I swirled my tongue around much of the soft, hard flesh. Sucking, licking, bobbing up and down.

It didn’t take long before his hands tangled in my hair. His hips joined in, thrusting up, trying to get more of his dick inside my hot mouth.

I let go of him and let him take control. Fucking my mouth, pushing past my gag reflex, groaning when my throat tried to eject him.

My jaw started to get tired, but I didn’t do anything, just let him continue to face f*ck me as I tried to suck the life out of him.

“Fuck!” His hips bucked up as he pushed my head down, forcing him deeper into my throat as he released stream after stream of come down my throat.

I choked, gagging around him, but he held me there until he dropped back down to the chair, his muscles finally shedding the tension that had taken over.

Swallowing around him, I pulled back, sucking until he popped from my lips.

His eyes were closed, chest heaving when I pushed on his thighs and stood. I smiled down at him, taking in his jelly-like posture.

It was empowering to see him like that, knowing I’d brought down an elite killer with the power of my mouth. There was a smile on my face in the mirror when I walked into the bathroom and wet a washcloth to clean my face.

“Lacey?”

I turned back to him, still in the position I left him, as I wiped all the saliva and escaped drops of come from around my mouth. “Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

I froze and stared at him as I lowered the towel and blindly sat it by the sink.

Two small words that in my old life I was used to using and hearing multiple times a day. But hearing him say them, to me, after all the time we’d been together, made my chest clench.

There was no thought, just my body taking me back to him. Leaning over, I stroked his face with my fingers before pressing my lips to his.

When I pulled back, his eyes opened. I thought there might be some emotion there, but if there was, he’d buried it.

Nothing but empty brown eyes that gave nothing away.





Another four hours later, after grabbing some lunch and Six’s tension growing again, I couldn’t take it anymore and jumped in the shower.

It was the only thing that got me out of the same space as him and helped me to relax some.

Six wasn’t the only one nervous. Meeting with Jason, the one who may have been responsible for all of our near death experiences, had my stomach in knots.

I put on a strong face, because I knew how I ended my time on earth. However, with everything that was going on, I wasn’t certain anymore that Six would be the one to do me in.

Three Cleaners down made all the rest of them nervous.

And nervous killers weren’t a good thing.

Stepping out, I patted down and began to wrap a towel around me and walked out. I was expecting him to still be sitting, leg bouncing, waiting for the phone to ring. Instead, he stood in the middle of the room. Dark eyes stared at me as I looked down.

I’d been so distracted by him standing that I didn’t even notice his lack of clothes or the hard dick pointed right at me.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, heat flooding me and my * clenching.