Chapter 58
JONNY'S GOT A GUN
Evening Day 28
I slammed the door behind me and tried to catch my breath.
A gun cocked and something hard pressed against the back of my neck. Even the feeling of the cold gun sent a shiver of delight over my body. I turned around as fast as I could manage but the tea made my movements sluggish.
Jonny had his pretty gold gun pointed at my forehead. "I never mind a beautiful woman in my room-" He smirked. "-but I usually know their name."
My thoughts were languid. I swept my fingertips across my collarbone. Pure pleasure. "This is going to be a problem if you don't remember me, Jonny." My voice was low and slow. The vibrations sent pure pleasure down my throat and over my body. I could see him harden against his pants. I sucked in my bottom lip and stared.
The more time passed the deeper the tea took hold of my senses. I struggled to remember anything but pleasurable thoughts. Bishop transforming into a werewolf a distant nagging thought like Keiran trying to contact me.
Jonny pointed his gun at the floor. "I would never forget someone as beautiful as you." He stepped closer to me and brushed my hair back with his fingers.
I closed my eyes and savored the familiar feeling of his fingers on my skin. My wetness made its way down my inner thighs. I gripped the edge of the table behind me.
"What's your name, Darlin'?" Jonny's voice was low.
"Jane." My head fell back and I wanted to cry but I could only feel pleasure.
Jonny's fingers barely touched me, glided down my cheek to my throat, a little lower.
I held my breath as his fingers slowly wrapped themselves around my neck. My nipples seemed impossibly hard and poked through the lace of my nightgown. The silky front clung to my pussy. I was soaking wet. I peeked my eyes open and watched as Jonny looked me up and down. A war playing across his face. He wanted me. He didn't trust me. His hand tightened and he roughly pushed me up against the wall.
I shivered with pleasure at his roughness.
"I could have fun with you." His hand tightened around my throat. He looked over my body and bit his bottom lip. He brought his other hand, the one with the gun, up to my face. He pushed the barrel into my cheek, forcing me to look at him.
I trembled under his grip. I imagined the gun in other places and whimpered. This was a powerful herb.
"Tell me who the fuck you are." He demanded, his voice low as we locked eyes. "And how you got past all my men."
"Does it matter?" I turned my head and opened my mouth to the barrel of his gun. Sliding it slowly past my lips. My eyes fluttered closed. The hard, cold metal, like ambrosia on my tongue.
He pulled his gun away and stuck it in the back of his pants. His hand still on my throat. He sighed heavily and struggled to control himself. He shook his head.
I laughed at my own audacity, my head falling back heavily.
Jonny's hands roughly grabbed over my body. "I'm just going to check you."
I didn't protest. I wanted it to never end.
His hands were not gentle or smooth.