January 7th, 2016
Finn guided me through the madness that they called the “Mess Hall”, and I have to admit, I was a little intimidated. It was literally a cafeteria filled with hungry 20 something year olds who just finished learning how to kill one another. To be honest, intimidation might not cover it.
We sat down at an empty table and talked over a hot bowl of stew and crusty French bread, which was surprisingly four-star restaurant quality food. Not like your normal cafeteria slop. I started to see why everyone liked it here so much. As we ate, Finn was casually teaching me how to listen in on the conversations surrounding us without looking obvious, and also teaching me how to listen to more than one conversation at a time. I was really bad at it, but enjoying it. Thankfully, this was something I could practice every day.
“So… forgive me for questioning the way things run here,” I started, “But kids come to this camp, learn how to kill people, and then they’re released into civilization. How do you know you’re not creating an army of monsters?” I asked quietly.
Finn sighed, “It’s…difficult. We do a number of background tests on each individual, which takes four months to complete, and then they do a series of written tests before they’re even allowed on base.” He explained, “At the end of the day you’re never one hundred percent sure if the knife skill you just taught John Doe will trigger something in him to use it on an innocent civilian, but we keep track of everyone who leaves here.” He shrugged, “We can’t control their actions, but we can monitor them.”
“That’s a lot of people to keep track of.” I said with a raised brow.
“Why do you think we have two private investigators just on our A Team?” Finn smirked, “We can find people in twice the time. Trust me, you don’t wanna know how many P.I.’s we have on our payroll.”
“How does the government not shut this place down?” I asked in amazement.
“Another thing you’ll learn here,” Finn shook his head from left to right, “Don’t ever mention the government when you’re on base. It’s like saying ‘Bomb’ on an airplane, you just don’t do it.”
I took that into consideration and nodded slowly, “Smooth way to dodge a question.”
Finn smirked, “Not my first time.”
I laughed, “Okay, okay… now what, Miyagi? You gonna teach me some wax on, wax off, routine?” I joked.
He laughed and checked his watch, “Now I’m going to take you to Brandon Mead, your Firearms Instructor.” Finn said as he stood up.
“I get to shoot now?” I asked as I picked up my tray and followed him to the trash.
“That depends.” He said, setting our dirty dishes inside a tub labeled ‘Poor Bastard’.
“Depends on what?” I asked curiously.
“How well you listen.” He said with a smirk as we walked out the door.
Finn lead me down the path to the weapons shed, informing me along the way on how serious Brandon is with his training. “He takes this very seriously, as should everyone else considering you’re handling deadly weapons.” He explained, “But you get the random idiot here and there who gets too excited and hurts someone.”
“Has anyone ever been shot during training?” I asked.
“A guy shot Brandon in the foot by accident one time. That really pissed him off.” He said with a chuckle.
“Oh my god, it was YOU wasn’t it?!” I asked with a big grin.
Finn laughed harder, “He told me he was certain the safety was on, I was proving a point! I didn’t mean to actually injure him.” He said, defending himself. “Anyway, that was a few years ago. No need to bring up old news, he’s still a little bitter about it.”
“I can imagine.” I mumbled, shaking my head.
As we approached the clearing to the field, we saw Brandon organizing a few pistols just outside the weapons shed. I started to get butterflies in my stomach, not knowing what to expect with his teaching methods. I wasn’t one to keep my mouth shut when being ordered around.
“You made it.” Brandon said as he watched us from his peripherals.
“We did.” I said as we walked up to him and his table of weapons.
“You remember Katherine Fox.” Finn said to Brandon.
“Of course I remember her, she asked me if I was good with guns.” Brandon said with a smirk as he glanced up at me.
“Yes I did.” I whispered under my breath before changing the subject, “What am I learning today?” I asked him.
“That depends on what you already know.” Brandon said as he squared his shoulders and looked me up and down, waiting for me to speak.
“I’ve shot a gun before if that’s what you’re asking?” I said, matching his stance.
“What kind of gun?” He asked me.
“A 9mm Glock mostly” I answered.
“How many times have you been to a gun range?” He asked.
“A few.” I said with a shrug.
“A few?” He repeated.
“Three times.” I confirmed, “My father was just getting me into it before he died, I haven’t touched a gun since.”
“When did your father pass away?” He asked.
“Ten years ago.” I answered.
“So you’ve shot a 9mm Glock three different times ten years ago. That is the direct answer I was looking for.” He said with an impatient tone.
“Have fun.” Finn whispered sarcastically to me before he turned around and disappeared into the woods.
An hour later, after Brandon corrected me time and time again on how to properly stand, draw, and hold a pistol, he finally got to the fun part.
He demonstrated how to load the rounds into the magazine properly and efficiently before he had me doing it on every pistol on the table to get comfortable with the task. Once I had a handle on it, he had me choose which pistol I was most comfortable with, and naturally I chose the 9mm. I Inserted the mag with a little bit of force until I heard a click, indicating it was locked in place and walked up to my first target. I stood ten feet away from the cardboard cut out and looked it over before I prepared myself to shoot. It was a white outline of a males’ upper body with a black background, and there was a white target in the center of the chest that Brandon wanted me to aim at. I racked the slide with ease (thanks to the adrenaline flowing through my body), which chambered the first round. Now all I had to do was aim and pull the trigger.
Brandon stood a few feet behind me and to the right, watching me. I was a little nervous, but excited more than anything as I raised the pistol and aimed it at my target. I took in a deep breath and then released it as I pulled the trigger, sending a jolt through my body. I grinned at the feeling before I shot again and again, emptying the mag in seconds.
“Not bad.” Brandon said as he watched me release the mag and set the gun down on the table, “Lets go get your target.”
I smiled at his half assed compliment and followed him to my cardboard victim. I was pleased when I saw that I grouped them all within the center of the target with the exception of one bullet hole near the neck. I was beaming with excitement and wanted to shoot more.
“Can I do it again?” I asked with a small smile.
“I don’t know, can you?” He asked me.
I sighed, “May I?” I said, correcting myself.
He chuckled softly, “Yes you may. Let’s see how well you aim at a target farther away.” He said as he walked back to the table.
That was the first time I heard him laugh. I wanted to compliment him on it but I didn’t want to kill the mood and have him go all Drill Sargent on my ass so I kept quiet and followed him back to the table. He had me shoot four more times, all at different distances and with different pistols. By the end of our session my arms and shoulders ached so bad I just wanted to spend the rest of the evening in the bath.
Brandon made some small talk regarding weapons and my form as we sat outside and cleaned the guns we used. He showed me how to take each pistol apart, clean it, and put it back together which took up a lot of our time but it was a nice cool down and break for my shoulders. Once we were finished, he showed me how to properly organize and lock up the weapons shed before he walked me back to my cabin.
“I learned a lot today, thanks for taking the time to teach me.” I said to him as I stepped up onto my porch.
“Yes ma’am. Same time tomorrow. Don’t be late.” He said before he turned around and headed towards the main lodge. As I watched him go, I glanced up at the sky and noticed storm clouds rolling in. I use to enjoy thunderstorms but after my last encounter with one, they seem to do nothing for me but put me on edge.
I unlocked my cabin door and walked in with a sigh. All I wanted to do was collapse on my bed and not move for three days, but I had an hour to kill before I met with Charlie, and Lord knows if I tried to take a nap right now I wouldn’t wake up. So I pulled out my laptop and started to write; Jotting down my day and trying to remember everything I learned.
I was satisfied at how my day turned out, considering my stressful morning. I hadn’t seen or spoken to Liam OR Charlie since meditation, leaving me a little curious about them both. I dismissed the thoughts on my complicated sex triangle as I reached over to turn on my lamp, noticing the sticky note on my lamp shade. It read, “Headed to the hospital to see Lou, we’ll meet in the morning, 7AM sharp. -Charlie”.
“Thank God.” I whispered to myself as I relaxed against my headboard. I was exhausted and not in the mood to have any type of confrontation with Charlie, physically or otherwise. I crumbled up the note and hopped out of bed, deciding I should take a long hot shower before I enjoyed the rest of my lazy quiet evening. Barely able to lift my arms, I almost had to shower with my clothes on, but I fought through the pain and peeled off my damp tight clothes as quickly as possible and let the hot shower fill the bathroom with steam while I grabbed some underwear from my dresser.
The water pressure was hard and direct, perfect for massaging my sore shoulders and traps. Also, the water here never turned cold, so I took advantage of the hot water and relaxed in the shower long after my fingertips and toes started to wrinkle. I was in heaven.
As I walked out of the bathroom drying my hair with a towel, I caught my reflection in the full length mirror and stopped to gaze at myself for a moment. My head tilted to the left as my eyes slowly trailed down my body, admiring my curves. My C-cup breasts filled my white lace bra perfectly, and I loved the way the smooth material felt against my skin. I wasn’t one to wear sexy underwear to bed if I wasn’t sharing it with someone, but something about the way my nipples slightly showed through the lace made me grin with confidence and sometimes that’s all a woman needs in order to have a good night’s rest.
My eyes traveled from my breasts, down my toned abdomen, and to my white lace panties. The bikini style underwear really complimented my hips, and as I turned around, I realized they complimented my ass too. The white lace pattern really brought out my tan and the material was a little stretchy so it hugged and lifted my bottom perfectly without being too tight.
Just as my eyes started to trail down my legs, I was startled by a knock at my door. I jumped a little and blinked in the doors direction, trying to figure out who it could be. Liam? Anna? Charlie? I wondered as I took the towel in my hand and wrapped it around my body. I wasn’t sure how late it was, but as I heard raindrops starting to fall against the porch I quickly walked to the door and pulled it open. Immediately, I was distracted by a gust of wind as it made it’s way under my towel and between my thighs, sending a chill up my spine.
“Liam.” I said with a pleased tone once I saw him leaning against my door frame. Seeing him standing there in the rain sent another chill up my spine but for an entirely different reason. I watched as the light raindrops collected on his shoulders and chest, making his white t-shirt cling to him the way I’ve been longing to all day.
“Uh- come in!” I said, opening the door wider so he could get some shelter from the rain.
He walked in and I quickly shut the door behind him before I went to go grab another towel. “I just got out of the shower, you’re lucky I heard your knock,” I laughed, “What are you doing here?” I asked as I walked back to him, handing him the clean towel to dry himself off with. His eyes slowly left my gaze and traveled down my towel covered body. I blushed as I watched him take his time looking me up and down, almost making it a point for me to notice what he was doing. He still hadn’t said a word to me, he barely even moved when I handed him the towel. He seemed to be so settled by the sight of me, I don’t even think he heard my question.
“Seen enough?” I asked with a smirk, as I looked up at him.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile as his eyes traveled up my body and finally met my gaze again. He looked like he was challenging himself not to touch me, or maybe I was the one challenging myself not to touch him, but either way I could feel this tingling heat between my thighs the longer we looked at each other. The sexual tension was building between us and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to drop my towel and see what he would do to me. Would he start by trailing kisses down my body and slowly peel off my panties with his teeth? Or would he throw me on the bed and nest between my thighs, pulling my panties to the side as he ran his tongue along my wet slit, making me beg for more? Fuck I was working myself up.
“Get dressed.” He said firmly.
I blinked up at him in confusion, “What?” I asked, extremely disappointed.
“Get dressed.” He repeated, “We have a date to go on.”
“A date. We’re still going on a date?” I asked with a frown.
He grinned, “I want to make this night last, but I’m having a hard time controlling myself when you’re standing there in a towel. So please, go get dressed before I lose control of the situation and start using my dick instead of my head.”
I smiled, “I didn’t realize men used their heads at all.” I joked.
He grinned bigger, “Go.” He said, using that firm tone again that had me biting my lip and squeezing my thighs together.
I slowly let the towel that was wrapped around me drop to the ground as I backed away from him, “Fine.” I said, grinning at him.
I saw his expression get more serious as he took a step towards me, looking me up and down as he clenched his jaw in frustration, “Kate.” He said slowly, “Get over here.”
“Oh no, we have a date to go on, remember? Wouldn’t want to miss it.” I teased.
I watched as he slowly started to pull his heel out of his boot, “If I take these shoes off, we’re not leaving.” He said, not taking his eyes off of me.
“Hmm.” I thought out loud, “Are those lace or slip on?” I asked in a joking manner but I don’t think my response mattered.
Before I even finished my sentence Liam had his boots off and was coming at me quick. We stumbled into each other, crashing our lips together as we backed into the dresser. His hands started at my ass, grabbing a handful of it as he pushed his groin into mine roughly.
It was a welcoming pain, the way he kissed and grabbed at me so fiercely. It felt like he was driven by nothing less than passion and need, and that was okay with me because I was giving it right back. My nails dug at his damp shirt, pulling it up over his head and throwing it on the ground carelessly before my nails sunk into his bare shoulders.
He responded quickly by grabbing me by the wrists and pulling my hands above my head as he spun me around so my back was against his chest. We were facing the mirror attached to the dresser, and I watched as he let go of my wrists before he pulled the lace material of my bra aside, exposing my hard nipples as he stared me down.
“I want to taste, and feel, every inch of you.” He whispered in my ear as he started to massage my breasts. I inhaled sharply when I felt him pinch my sensitive nipples between his fingers, and met his gaze as we both stared into the mirror at one another. His left hand slowly left my breast and reached down to my damp panties. I whimpered as I felt his fingers graze my wet slit, running along the lace, teasing me, teasing himself. I heard him sigh into my ear as he started to rub my clit softly, making my knees feel weak and unreliable. I reached behind me and found the bulge in his jeans that had been pressing against my ass and started rubbing it up and down until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to feel his thick hard cock against my skin if it was the last thing I ever did.
I spun around and tried to push him backwards, but got distracted by his body. His chest was wide and firm. He had thick chest hair but he kept it trimmed to a short stubble that was soft to the touch. I ran my hands down his chest and chiseled abdomen, admiring his beauty. My fingers hesitated at the belt line of his dark jeans, but I continued on by unbuttoning the first, and second, and third buttons. He reached behind him and pulled out a hand gun that had been hiding on his hip before he leaned over and set it on top of the dresser. That’s hot, I thought to myself, and with a light tug his jeans were falling off his ass and down his quads, making his erection spring to life before me.
The size of him had my mouth watering and my pussy throbbing. I wanted to get my hands on him, but he took a step out of my reach to slip out of his jeans, keeping his eyes on me as he did so. After he picked up his pants and folded them, he set them by the front door and locked the deadbolt. I was secretly growing impatient as he took his time doing everything but me. I had never experienced this form of torture before and I didn’t enjoy it. To save us some time, I thought I would take my bra and panties off, but as I reached behind me to unsnap my bra, Liam shook his head.
“Leave them on.” He demanded as he worked on taking off his watch. He kept his eyes on me from across the room as he dropped his watch on his jeans and slowly started walking in my direction.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked as he made his way to me.
He grinned, “What am I doing to you?” He asked in a husky voice.
“Torturing me.” I whispered.
“Are you in a hurry to get this over with?” He asked with a raised brow as he ran his thumb across my bottom lip.
I swallowed. “No.” I whispered up at him.
“Alright then,” He whispered as he leaned down and kissed my neck, “Be patient, and you’ll get what you want.”
With that said, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, playfully smacking me on the ass before he dropped me onto the mattress. I let out a small yelp followed by a laugh as I fell on the bed, biting my lip to keep myself from smiling too big as I looked up at him.
Liam crawled on top of me with an evil grin on his face, “I like that laugh.” He whispered before he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. I could feel his smile slowly disappear as he became more serious, kissing me harder and longer as if he was taking a mental note every time his lips touched mine. His hands roamed my body as his kisses grew more and more passionate. He grabbed at my hip with his right hand as he thrusted his cock against my slit, the only thing stopping him from sliding inside were my panties.
I moaned into his mouth as I bucked my hips against him, “Fuck me.” I begged between kisses.
I felt his hand reach up and grab my throat as his kisses trailed down my chest, and at first his hand alarmed me, but after I realized his grip was loose enough to do no harm, I found myself a little disappointed. Did I like that fear factor? I wasn’t sure, but as his kisses made their way down my stomach, all my thoughts were over powered by my pleads. Yes. Please. God yes. I thought over and over again as he finally made it to my sweet spot. He pulled my panties aside and softly ran his hot tongue up my wet slit, tasting me, savoring me. I heard him moan after the first lick and that about sent me over the edge. That sexy moan of his playing over in my head as he sucked on my swollen clit had me trembling and gripping the sheets uncontrollably.
“Liam!” I moaned as I ran my hand through his hair, bucking my hips against his mouth as I grew closer and closer to my orgasm, but not yet allowing myself to reach it.
In one swift motion he sat up and yanked my panties off me, tossing them aside before he guided his hard cock into my hot, throbbing center. He slowly filled me, getting his entire cock wet in one slow thrust before he pulled back and began slamming into me repeatedly. I about came the second he entered me but I controlled myself and let it build even more. I could feel myself stretching to fit him inside of me but he worked it so expertly, all I felt was pleasure.
“You like to get fucked hard don’t you, love?” He whispered in my ear as he began to slip in and out of me slowly.
“Yes, God yes!” I moaned as I dug at his back.
“Tell me what you want.” He demanded in my ear.
“Fuck me harder.” I begged him as I rolled my hips against his.
I heard that moan again. That sexy, deep, pleased moan that makes my toes curl and my back arch. He sat up and grabbed me by the hips, resting for a second as he looked down at me, a look of admiration on his face, then he grinned.
I looked up at him and slowly grinned back, “Seen enough?” I teased with a raised brow.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He said looking down at me, “You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.” He said before he gripped my hips harder and slammed into me.
My initial reaction was a gasp the first few times he roughly slammed into me, but soon enough my gasps turned into moans that Liam couldn’t quiet down. He fucked me harder and faster as he grabbed me by the neck, harder this time to hold me still so my head wouldn’t slam into the headboard.
I was in a state of ecstasy. I couldn’t get higher than I was in that moment, or so I thought. Liam flipped me on my stomach and ordered me to stay laying down flat as he slipped back into me, fucking me from behind.
“Oh my god..” I whimpered into the pillow as his hips slammed into my ass.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head to one side so he could whisper in my ear, “I want to feel you cum, sweetheart. I’m not going to stop fucking you until I feel it.” He whispered with a growl, sending me over the edge.
My entire body trembled as I came harder than I ever have before. I cried out Liam’s name as I felt my muscles spasm around his dick, and hearing him moan just made my orgasm continue on. As soon as my orgasm started, he began thrusting harder and faster inside of me. He grabbed me by my shoulders and pounded into me until I felt him pull out and cum on my back.
Just knowing that he came turned me on enough to go for another round, but I was so exhausted I just laid there and tried to catch my breath. I felt him get up and dry my back off with a towel before he collapsed next to me on the bed.
“Are you alright?” He asked, looking over at me.
“I’m amazing.” I whispered with a grin as I laid on my side, facing him.
“Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.” Liam said with a grin as he leaned in and kissed me softly, “Get some rest and we’ll pick up where we left off in a little while.” He whispered as he pulled a blanket over us.
I bit my lip to stop myself from grinning like an idiot and rolled on my other side so he could pull me close and spoon me.
“You think anyone heard us?” I asked him as we settled into each other.
It took him a second to answer me, “Nah.” He finally responded, “I think our secret is safe for now.” He whispered against my neck before he reached over to turn off the lamp.
“Good.” I whispered as my eye lids became heavy in the dark, “Wouldn’t want to make people jealous.” I joked lightly.
Liam may have responded, I wasn’t sure. All I remember was him pulling me close and kissing me on the neck before I passed out cold.
“Kate!” I heard a muffled voice say, everything was black, I couldn’t see a thing. “Kate!” It repeated, louder this time. I recognized the voice, I just wasn’t sure who it belonged to.
“What?” I finally responded as I blinked my eyes open. I was standing in the middle of my cabin with something heavy in my right hand. “What?” I repeated as I focused on who was standing in front of me.
“What are you doing?” Liam asked me with a serious tone. It was still dark out but the moon shined through the curtains and outlined his naked body perfectly.
“What do you mean?” I asked him as I came out of my coma-like state. “Why am I standing here?” I asked confused, not remembering why I got up in the first place.
“Put down the gun, Kate.” Liam said slowly, taking a step closer to me.
“Gun?” I asked him as I looked down at my right hand saw I had his pistol in my hand. “What the fuck.” I whispered before I carefully set it down on the dresser and looked at Liam, “I-…I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” I shook my head, “I wasn’t aware.” I stuttered over my words in a confused panic but Liam pulled me to him and hugged me tightly.
“It’s okay, you were just sleep walking.” He whispered in my ear, “Go back to bed.” He said, releasing me.
I walked back to the bed slowly, trying to understand what just happened. “Did I fire it?” I asked, getting comfortable under the covers as I watched him.
“No, you just got up and walked right to it,” Liam said as he released the mag and emptied the chamber, “Luckily I’m a light sleeper.”
“Right.” I whispered, trying to remember if I was dreaming or not.
Liam stored the gun on a high shelf before he walked back to the bed and crawled on top of me, “You alright, love?” He whispered to me as he started to kiss down my neck.
“Yes.” I whispered, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the feeling of his lips on my skin.
“Ready for round two?” He asked me as he crawled under the covers.
I responded with a moan as he kissed his way down my stomach, sending butterflies all through my body. Any worry I had flew right out the window as he made it to my sweet spot, teasing me with light kisses and licks until he finally gave me what I wanted, sending my troubles light years away.