Runaway Love

A pinching sensation on my nipple brought me into consciousness. The pressure released and I snuggled deeper into the bed, not quite ready to be awake yet. I felt the pressure again, but on the other nipple. The painful pressure sent heat and an ache straight to my core. I leaned back against the warm, solid chest behind me, and rolled onto my back more. I opened my eyes and Oliver's smiling face was taking me in.

"Do I have your attention now?" He grinned, leaning down and claiming my mouth.

His kiss brought butterflies to my belly. I rolled so I was on my side and facing him. My hand went into his hair behind his head and I pulled him into me more. The hand under my head wrapped in my hair, pulling it slightly, tipping my head so he had better access.

"Did you have pain or bleeding, after last time?" Oliver asked, his voice heavy with desire.

Confusion filled me, it must have been clear on my face.

"When we made you come a few days ago. Did you have any cramping or bleeding?" He asked, pulling further away.

I shook my head and a smile filled his face. He leaned down and gave me another kiss.

"Good, then I don't have to worry as much about what I'm about to do to you." He said, reaching down and tweaking a nipple.

I moaned into his kiss and pressed the front of my body against his. He brought me closer and thrust his hips against mine and I could feel his hard length press between my thighs. I ground my core on his hard tip, trying to get enough stimulation to find a release.

"Greedy this morning, I see." He smiled as he kissed me again before dropping more kisses down my jaw to my neck.

I pressed away from him, and did my best to gracefully scoot my way to his hips. I glanced at him through my eyelashes and saw him studying me. A grunt sounded from the back of his throat as I took his hardness into my mouth. His hands settled on my head and his eyes closed. I continued sucking on him and moving up and down his length. My tongue teasing the slit at the tip of him.

Suddenly, he pulled away from me and he jumped off the bed. He pulled me by my ankles to the foot of the bed, thrusting into my center as he got me to the edge. I groaned at the sensation of being filled after not having sex for a while. Oliver stilled, panic filling his features.

"Are you-"

"If you don't keep going, I'll go find Sean." I growled, moving my hips against his.

Oliver smiled, but picked up his tempo again. I moaned as he quickened his pace, and his hand left my hip to circle my clit. He pinched my sensitive bud as his tempo became more harsh and less measured. "Come for me, little one, come for me now." He growled as my walls clamped on him.

His body stiffened and relaxed over my form as I found my own release. We laid at the end of the bed, each catching our breath. He rolled to his side and pulled me against him, his hand smoothing my hair.

I felt like I was being watched and I looked past Oliver to the doorway. Sean stood there, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe. A smug smile filled his face.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, grabbing the sheet and sitting up.

"Long enough to capture you two going like rabbits at each other, not long enough to be able to join you." He said as he pushed himself to a full standing stance. "Get dressed and come downstairs, I have food made and news from Sam." He said as he turned and left.

Oliver gave me a chaste kiss and went to start the shower. We both showered and dressed and were down stairs twenty minutes later. Sean greeted me with a kiss and mug of coffee. I smiled and took both, closing my eyes as I enjoyed my first drink. I sat at the last open seat and set my coffee down.

"You said you had news from Sam?" Oliver asked between bites of his eggs.

"Yes, he reached out this morning for his regular check on Johs. It seems he is on house arrest until his trial at his father's house. He has a monitor on, so if he leaves people will know." Sean said, directing the last part at me.

My body had frozen. I knew this would happen. His dad had a lot of weight to pull when it came to the legal system. I scoffed as I finished processing what Sean had said. I caught movement to my left and saw Oliver with his eyebrows raised. "Wanna tell us what's so funny?" He asked, over the top of his coffee mug.

"Just that his father's house is far from a prison. It's like a resort. Some horrible punishment." I said, moving my food around my plate, my appetite suddenly nonexistent.

"I figured that would be the case." Sean said, shaking his head.

"I want to be able to protect myself." I said, looking up to meet the guy's eyes.

Sean opened his mouth, while Oliver looked unimpressed.

"Before you say anything, I know I can't learn self defense at this point, but I can shoot. With a little practice to scrape the rust off, I could carry a gun." I added quickly before Sean could argue.

Sean and Oliver looked at each other, it appeared like they were silently communicating. Finally, Sean sighed and looked at me.

"Finish your breakfast and I'll take you to the range we use at work. We can practice a little and IF I feel comfortable we can have one of the guys get you a permit to carry. But know that if you're with us or one of our guys we are always armed. I'll get you access to the gun safe here, so you will be able to access it if need be." He said running his hands through his hair, a move he does when he's stressed.

"I accept, thank you." I said, turning my attention to my full plate.

***

"Ok, this is nine millimeter, it's pretty run of the mill as far as hand guns go. Have you shot one?" Sean asked.

"No, I was more of a rifle girl. My father was an avid hunter." I said, taking the offered gun.

"This is a bit different from a rifle. It's kick isn't as bad, but your wrist will absorb it not your shoulder, so it will still want to push your hands back. Did you use a scope?" "Yes, but I know how to sight without one too." I explained.

"Well, that's how this will work. When you grip it, don't get your hand against the slide. The slide shoots back and forward when you fire, so it can take a nasty bite from the meat of your hand if it's too close. This gun can hold 18 shots, but I only put in eight." He explained, pointing to the top of the gun.

I nodded and we stepped into our lane. As I faced the target I took in my surroundings more. The range was part of the building that was home to the office of the security. Sean had explained that it was sound proofed so the shots didn't interfere with their business. The walls were bare, an off white almost creamy color. There were four stalls for shooting from and a standard pulley system for moving the target toward and away from the shooter.

"Alright, this first time I want you just to fire five shots, center mass on the target." Sean said from beside me.

I nodded and set the gun down on the table, securing my ear muffs and pushing my safety goggles back further on my nose. Picking up the gun, I raised it, focusing with my strong eye, lining up the sight. I took a deep breath, pausing before I let it out. I squeezed my finger on the trigger, reminding myself not to tense in preparation of the kick. I exhaled after the shot went off. I repeated this process for the remaining four shots.

After the fifth shot, Sean touched my shoulder pulling my attention. He shouted for three more shots to the head. I nodded my understanding, and then refocused back on the target. I squeezed off the final three shots and set the gun down, taking off my hearing and eye protection.

Sean pushed the button to bring the target closer, watching it as it closed in on us. A smile grew as it got close. All of the shots were tightly grouped in the center of where I was supposed to aim.

"Well, it seems you can shoot, darling." He said, kissing my cheek. "I'll set up a time and day for one of the guys to get you your permit. Good job."

We packed up the gun and ammo, and placed our safety gear in the ammo room while clearing the gun and setting things back in their place. Sean grabbed my hand and pulled me back out of the building and to his truck. He helped me in and we headed back to the house, where Oliver had promised us lunch.