Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 by Miriam F. Martin Read Free Book Online

clean, lemon smell. The room was
even more cozy than his initial outside glance. This was a place
he’d like to relax, the kind of basement room where’d he’d retreat
with a special lady to have a drink and shoot pool. And then make
love on the sofa.
    The kind of place he envisioned
sharing with Elsie.
    But the dream still seemed far off,
especially now. Elsie deserved better. She needed somebody she
could count on, and not have to stay up at night worrying if he
were safe.
    Noise came from upstairs. A moan.
And… a giggle?
    This time, Kevin held back Gertrude
with an arm. He took the lead, gun in hand and ready to shoot the
first bad guy to get in his way. Adrenaline pumped through his
system.
    He crept up the stairs one step at
a time, trying to keep cool. Long training and too much practice at
high stakes action had prepared him for this. Kevin was hyper-aware
of every noise and scent.
    Lucky, the stairs didn’t creak, and
were covered in soft cream colored carpet.
    Upstairs, towards the front of the
house, he heard somebody shifting from foot to foot. The person’s
shoes creaked the floor and made little tap-tapping
noises.
    Closer to the top of the stairs
came the moaning. A slow, pleasurable sound, feminine and
sultry.
    And very familiar.
    A womanly odor. Like a wet
pussy.
    Actually, exactly like a wet
pussy.
    Kevin stopped mid-stride, turned to
Gertrude and mouthed, “What’s going on?”
    She shrugged and pointed her gun
upstairs, mouthing back, “Just go.”
    Kevin didn’t argue, and continued
climbing the stairs. Heart rising to his throat and threatening to
leap out and run away. The front half of his brain didn’t allow him
to process what the back half was thinking.
    What kind of sick torture is going
on here?
    But no, that wasn’t really the
underlying thought rolling through his head. Kevin was scared as
hell of what was upstairs, and he couldn’t pinpoint a reason for
his fear. His sweaty palms clenched the pistol tighter.
    And he was strangely
curious.
    Curious to see. To get the fright
over with and shed light on the weird emotions running through
him.
    Kevin took the last six steps two
at a time, bounding like a wild animal on a blood scent. He didn’t
care if Gertrude couldn’t climb as fast in her high
heels.
    He needed to know what was going
on.
    He ran to the source of the
moaning. In the kitchen.
    Pistol out in both hands, body at
an angle to make him less of a target.
    An island counter sat between him
and…
    Elsie and some blond chick kneeling
in front of her.
    Elsie screeched and pushed the
woman away.
    Kevin tried to make sense of the
scene. Nothing sensical came to mind. Elsie was pulling the hem of
her sundress down over her bare pussy. The blond turned to Kevin, a
lovely smile on her glistening wet face. Kevin flushed, feeling hot
and sweaty all over, and angry.
    And oddly aroused.
    A big man in a badly tailored suit
burst through the other door to the kitchen, a small pistol in his
meaty hands. He looked Kevin up and down, but didn’t fire. Or say
anything.
    “ Nikolai,” said the blond woman,
“put that away. Where are your manners, whipping it out like that
in front of guests?”
    He lowered the gun,
slowly.
    Elsie backed away against the stove
range, hand pressed to her chest, face blushing.
    Kevin tried to form words. Nothing
seemed all that intelligent to say. What do you say when you walk
in on your bride receiving oral from a sexy blond woman?
    “ Kevin,” Elsie said, catching her
breath as if she had just run a hundred yard dash. The expression
on her face was pinched and blushed. Terrified and ashamed. “I…
I…”
    He lowered his gun, not sure what
to say. Or do. His mouth moved, nothing came out at first. He was
about to ask something like what’s going
on here?
    But then a gold revolver came over
his shoulder, in his periphery. The well manicured hand holding it
thumbed back the hammer, clicking a bullet into place.
    “ You,” said
Gertrude at the blond