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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 389 Conning Kohn
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Tara just needed to string Joshy along, let him think that she could be talked back into a relationship until Scarlett got there and then they could fight him together except Scarlett wasn't going to be much use in a fight. She always carried pepper spray and she remembered the night that Jax got shot Scarlett had mentioned that she had a gun with her. She might always carry a gun with her. That would give them the edge over Joshy. What a revolting nickname! How the hell had she ever called him that without throwing up?
"Start stripping," he ordered again.
"Why don't you take your shirt off first? You know how that turns me on."
Nothing gets the pulse raising like pale flesh and a beer gut, Tara thought. She smiled at him and ran her fingers along the neckline of her long white blouse.
Josh unbuttoned his shirt, tossed it on the floor and then lay back on the bed.
"Now your turn."
Tara gave him another smile. She was figuring how far it was to the gun and where she needed to be to grab it. There was no way around it. She was going to have to get into bed with him to grab the gun.
Tara slowly unbuttoned her blouse giving Joshy a coy smile. She was doing anything to gain more time. Scarlett didn't say when she was coming over. It could have been ten, twenty, thirty minutes or longer. She should have asked Scarlett when she was coming over.
"Suck my dick," Josh ordered.
Tara tried to hide her revulsion. What the hell was wrong with her for ever going out with a disgusting repulsive loser like Joshy Kohn?
She climbed onto the bed with a smile on her face. She began to kiss his chest—anything to delay having to go further. Lull him into thinking that everything was fine that she was OK with having sex with him and obeying his orders.
The only thing more repugnant than sex with Kohn was kissing his chest. Her stomach was rolling and making noise. She tried to focus on keeping her dinner down as she continued kissing Josh's chest. He had these large hairy fleshy moles on his chest. They were just flat out gross. Maybe it was the lights, but they seemed even more horrifying than she remembered. She'd suggested he get them removed, but he refused said he liked the hairy disgusting things. She swallowed hard trying to keep her dinner down.
Hours later, it would occur to her that vomiting on him might have helped her end the situation by repulsing him with vomit, but that didn't occur to her at the time.
"Suck my dick."
"Can you help me undo your pants?
That was when she was going to go for the gun while his hands were busy on his fly and zipper. His hands moved down and stopped.
"Kiss my moles."
"That's not my favorite thing," Tara said sweetly. "You want this to be good for me too, right?"
"Wrong. I don't give a damn if you enjoy yourself. This is all about me and doing what I want to do."
"OK," Tara said.
"You owe me bitch for that restraining order. Too stupid to follow through with the court part of things or it could have caused me problems on my job."
"Josh . . ."
"Kiss my fucking moles and then suck my dick or you won't like what I'm going to do to you."
"I owe you for the restraining order. That was so stupid," Tara said. If it came down to it, kissing hairy moles was less gag inducing than sucking his dick or having him rape her.
She moved and began to kiss his chest again. When she kissed a mole, he moaned, his eyes half-closed. She saw her chance and took it by lunging across his body for the gun and pulling it out of the holster. Instantly, he was on her, fighting her for the gun. She pulled the trigger because her finger had closed around it and it wasn't pointing at her. She didn't know if the gun were pointing at him or the bed or where. All she knew was this might be her only chance to pull the trigger.
Josh gasped and clutched his stomach. She grabbed the gun and rolled off the bed.
"You shot me you bitch."
"You were going to rape me."
Josh got to his feet, took a few steps and then collapsed against the wall.
"Tara, call 911. I'm bleeding out."
She looked at him and tried to decide what to do. She looked at the area that he was holding. From where it looked like she'd shot him, he wasn't going to bleed out right away. He had some time. The wound might not even be fatal.
"I don't want to die. Help me."
Her doctor's training didn't kick in. She felt no desire to help the man that she believed was going to rape and kill her, but she found herself in the bathroom grabbing a hand towel and tossing it to him.
"Apply direct pressure," she said.
"Just call for help," he begged.
Tara heard Scarlett open the door and come into the house.
"Scarlett, I'm in the bedroom. I need your help."
Tara wasn't sure what to do about Josh Kohn. Maybe Scarlett would have some suggestions on what to do about Kohn or maybe she would call Jax to help.
Will history repeat itself?