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Chapter Eight: Gun Practice
I opened my eyes and found myself still lying between the boys. They were beautiful. Different but still beautiful. They wanted me. They both wanted me. I couldn't imagine life with out them. Either of them. They were following their mission and I was going to help them. Whether they wanted me to or not.
I peered out my bedroom window; it was still dark. I looked down at them they were sleeping soundly. I smiled when I heard Murphy's soft snore. He stirred a little when I kissed his forehead. I ran my finger down the side of his face. Murphy looked childlike when he slept. I hadn't seen him sleep like that in a while.
I looked over at Connor. He had a strong jaw and chiseled features. I kissed him softly on the lips. He rolled toward me. His eyes still closed. I kissed his lips again. I turned onto my other side to face Murphy. I watched his eyes flutter open. He gave me an impish grin and pulled my face to his.
"Good morning, Katie," he said softly. I slowly licked my lips and then pressed them to his. It was a gentle kiss. One that I felt to my toes. He traced his tongue softly across my lower lip. I opened my mouth and his tongue explored my mouth.
"Good morning," I whispered in his ear. "You want to go to the roof and watch the sun come up?" He nodded and crawled out of bed. He grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them up over his hips. I followed him and put on an old Celtics t-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts.
We walked quietly into the kitchen and I started a pot of coffee. Then we tiptoed out the front door. Murphy took my hand as we walked up the stairs to the rooftop. The sky was starting to get a little lighter. I walked to the edge of the building and looked out. Murphy wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my tight against his bare chest.
We stood there, without speaking, for a while. The only sound I heard was his heartbeat. I felt mine quicken. The dawn broke and the sky was filled pale pinks and purples.
"I think this is the best view in the city," I said softly. Murphy lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.
"Na, Katie," he replied, "I have the best view." I smiled and my face flushed. I tucked my head back under his chin and closed my eyes. I lingered in the warmth of his embrace.
"We should get back," I said, "The others will be waking soon."
"Wait," he responded as I started toward the exit.
"Yes, Murphy?" I turned back to him.
"I…" he started.
"It's ok, whatever it is, you can tell me," I responded.
"I should have told ya a long time ago," he said, "Maybe ya never would have left."
"What?" I asked.
"I love you," he finally said.
"I love you, too," I responded, "I can't remember what it was like before I did. Come on let's go back inside." He nodded and followed me back down the stairs into my apartment.
"Good morning, Katie!" Connor bellowed as we opened the door.
"Good morning," I smiled and sat down beside him. Murphy took a seat beside me.
"Coffee?" Connor poured a cup and put three packs of Equal and cream, then handed it to me.
"Thank you," I responded. He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. Connor knew what I needed, sometimes before I did. It was the simple gestures that made me love him.
"Rocco!" Murphy yelled when he stumbled out of the spare room.
"Fuck Murph," Rocco grumbled, "It's too early for that shit." He poured a cup of coffee, lit a smoke, and sat down at the table across from us.
"Aye," Connor said, "We don't all get up before the sun."
After downing his second cup Rocco said, "I know who we should hit next."
"Who?" I filled my cup and sat back down.
"I know this sick fuck that makes the ones we been doing seem like altar boys," he started. We all perked up and listened. "Worst night of my life when I met this guy. I drove with him 25 minutes; he never made a fucking sound. His face was blank. This guy takes out a whole family. Wife, kids, everyone- like he's ordering a fucking pizza. He's got a poker game with a bunch of wise guys every Saturday."
"We'll I'm sold," Murphy smiled.
"We do this guy right," Connor said, "And we'll feel a whole lot better."
"That only gives us a couple days to plan," I added.
"Katie," Connor started.
"You can't hog all the fun," I said. "I'm going."
"It's not a good idea," Connor said.
"Rocco going along isn't a good idea either but he's going," I looked.
"Can ya even shoot?" Murphy asked.
"Of course," I responded.
"Prove it," Connor said.
"How?" I asked, "It's not like we can set up targets in my living room." Murphy looked at me with a wide smile. "I mean we're not setting up targets in my living room."
"Damn," Murphy chuckled.
"Call your gun guy," Connor said, "He had a shooting range, right?"
"Much better idea than shooting beer cans in the living room," I stated. I handed Murphy the cordless and he dialed.
"He said we can meet him down there in an hour," Murphy said handing me back on the phone.
I walked back into my room and grabbed clean clothes, then headed for the shower. I pulled my hair up, climbed in and let the water rush over me. I thought of the nights I had since I came back to Boston. I smiled at the memories of their hands and lips on me. I could feel their arms around me. I heard the shower curtain, so I opened my eyes. I was startled by Connor standing in front of me.
"We only have an hour, Katie," he said pulling me out of the water, then standing in it himself. He laughed as the water ran over his body.
"Hey," I pulled at him and he stood firm. "Come on, it's cold over here."
"Ok," he grabbed me by the waist pulling me into the water, soaking my hair.
"You know it's gonna take an hour to dry this," I said pointing to the mass of hair piled on my head. He pulled it loose and let it fall to my shoulders.
"I like it like that," he pulled me to his chest.
"You don't have to brush it," I said grabbing a bottle of conditioner from the shelf.
"I'll brush it for you," he stated. I smiled massaging the conditioner in my hair.
"I'll hold you to that," I responded. "I've got to rinse, move." He stepped out of the shower. I smiled and rinsed my hair. He handed me a towel and I rapped it around myself.
We stood next to each other and brushed our teeth. I looked at him for a moment. He smiled back at me. I exited the bathroom and waited for him.
"Connor?"
"Ya, Katie."
"Why don't you want me to go with you?" I asked, "Do you really think I couldn't do this?"
"Na, ya can do anything," he answered.
"Then what is it?"
"I don't want nothing to happen to you," he answered.
"Leaving me behind won't stop that," I said.
"It may slow it down a bit," he replied. I grabbed the brush off my dresser and threw it at him.
"You promised," I pulled my hair out of the towel and sat down. He sat behind me and ran the brush through my hair. He was amazingly gentle.
"Not so hard," he said. I smiled up at him. I leaned closer waiting.
"Are you going to kiss me or what?" I asked. He pressed his lips against mine. We were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"We gotta go!" Murphy shouted from the other side.
We quickly dressed and I grabbed my Beretta from the top of the closet. I saw him look at me checking over my gun.
"Where you expecting it to be pink?" I smiled and tossed it in my bag. Connor chuckled and followed me out. He helped me on with my jacket and pulled my still damp hair out of the collar. "If I catch a cold it's your fault." He laughed again and we walked out the door.
Moments later, we arrived at the gun range. I watched Connor and Murphy hit their targets. Rocco wasn't bad either. It was my turn. I hadn't fired a gun in years. I didn't want them to know that.
"Kate, ya just gotta hit the black," Murphy said. I fired hitting the edge of the first target. I fired again, got a little closer.
"Maybe ya do need the pink one," Connor joked.
"If you would back the fuck up maybe I could hit something," I steadied myself, looked down the sight of my gun, held my breath, and fired. I hit it dead on. I fired again, hitting the second target, then the third.
"Nice shooting there, Katie," Murphy praised. "Connor, you want to have a go again."
Connor held his gun and looked down at the targets. I inched close behind him and as he was pulling the trigger, I blew in his ear. He missed the paper all together. Murphy and Rocco bellowed.
"Maybe you need the pink gun," I laughed, "Not so easy when you're distracted?"
"Aye," he said, "ya can go." I hugged him.
"Katie," Liam, the gun dealer, said, "Try this one it has a smaller grip," He handed me Glock 21. I held it in my hand. It felt easier to hold than the Beretta. I held the gun up and fired at the target. Hitting it with ease. I fired at the second target. I hit it also. I felt a hand on my back as I lined up the third target I breathed deeply and fired. I hit it also.
"The right gun will make all the difference," Liam said.
"How much?" I asked.
"A gift for a pretty lass," he said.
"Thank you," I said. We headed for the door.
I climbed in the backseat with Murphy and he pulled me to the middle. He draped his arm across my shoulders and held me close. I placed my hand on his knee and he slid it up. I dug my fingers in his thigh. He pulled my hair away and kissed me softly on the neck. I leaned my head back as he kept kissing my neck.
"Stop it back there!" Connor said. I smiled, leaned forward and kissed Connor's cheek.
We headed back to my apartment. My neighbor glared at me when I opened the door and the three men followed me in. I smiled and waved. Bitch! I thought to myself.
"Aye, she is," Murphy agreed. I knew I did not say it aloud. He just smiled at me.
"So what do we do now?" I asked.
"Eat and drink beer," Murphy answered.
"How did I know that's what you wanted?" I smiled and tossed him a can of Guinness from the fridge. I fumbled through my fridge. "I got Ranch dressing and beer. Don't know what I can feed you?"
Murphy's smile widened, "I know what I want to eat."
"What?" I asked. He licked his lips and glared at me. My face flushed.
Connor tossed his keys to Murphy, "Why don't you run to the store and get something."
"Alright," Murphy said reluctantly, "Roc let's go."
I sighed and sat down on my couch. Connor sat down beside me. I leaned against him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me there.
"You ok, Katie?" he asked.
"This job, it kind of scares me," I said. "The guy sounds like a real creeper."
"You don't ha' ta prove anything by coming," he responded.
"I know, I want to," I stated, "It's going to be bad."
"Aye," he said, "I just want you to be safe."
"You know here," I hugged him tired, "is where I feel the safest."
"Me too," he lifted my chin and softly kissed my lips. It wasn't a kiss that was expecting anything more. I fell more in love with him in that moment. He brushed my hair out of my face. "It's healing up." He kissed my head.
"You want to watch a movie or something?" I handed him the remote. He flipped it to an old Charles Bronson movie. I smiled and lay down with my head in his lap. He stroked my hair softly.
"What's going on in tha' head of yours?" he asked.
"You," I answered looking up at him. I sat up and looked in his topaz eyes. I pressed my lips against his. I was hungry for him. I straddled his lap and continued kissing him. He slid his hand under the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. He pulled my face back to his and kissed me again. His hands slid up my back and unclasped my bra. He dropped it to the floor.
He pulled back and looked at me. "What?" I asked.
"I just wanted to look at ya," he smiled. I stood and took him by the hand and led him into my room. I stopped inside the door and looked up at him. He pushed the door closed. He cupped my neck and leaned down and kissed me. I felt his tongue trace across my lip. I opened my mouth and he explored. My fingers found the warm flesh beneath his shirt. I lifted it up and he pulled it over his head.
I softly placed my hand on his chest. I felt his heart pounding in his chest. I felt the rhythm of my own. He pressed my body against his. No space between us. He lifted me up by the hips and kissed me again. He started to dip his hand into my pants but I stopped him.
"You first this time," I whispered. I unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor. I inched my hand down into his boxers and stroked him slowly. He moaned when I pressed my lips to his neck. I got down on my knees in front of him. He brushed the hair out of my eyes. I pulled his boxers down and stroked him a little more. I circled the tip a little then took it in my mouth. I heard him moan as I took him deeper. I sucked and bobbed up and down his shaft.
"Katie, wait," he said. I stopped and he pulled me to my feet. He dropped my pants to the ground and laid me across the bed. I sighed loudly when he parted my moist folds. "I barely touched you and you're this wet." He kissed my lips again and pulled my legs up around his waist. He inched inside me. I shook in anticipation. I squeezed around him and milked him until he was dry.
"I'm sorry, Katie," Connor looked down at me.
"For what?" I asked.
"It was too good. I couldn't last," he answered. I touched his face softly and smiled. I pressed my lips to his. The noise from the other room stopped me. Murphy and Rocco were back. I pulled on my jeans, found another shirt, and threw it on. Connor pulled his jeans on and reached for the doorknob.
"Connor," I said.
"Yeah," he responded.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, I enjoyed myself," I smiled and we walked back into the living room.
