“Come with me,” she says.

Fuck!

Why can’t I ever resist her?

I follow her into the bedroom.

When we reach the edge of the bed, she pushes me down and I let her take the lead. I’m waiting and watching for a sign. Anything that tells me this is real.

I wish I knew exactly what I am looking for. I won’t know until I see it.

“Why are you still wearing clothes?” she tries to tease as if I’m not freaking out.

She pushes my shirt up high on my chest and begins kissing her way down my abdomen. I inhale sharply when she reaches the top of my jeans. Without saying a word, she loosens them and slides them off, followed by my boots.

I hold my breath as she nuzzles her way back up my thigh.

My gut tells me she wouldn’t slide my cock into her mouth if she didn’t mean it. My head reminds me that she made a move for her gun when she found me in her house.

When she moves between my legs and runs her tongue along my balls, I grab her head with both hands.

That’s it.

I can’t take this anymore. I’m going insane trying to figure her out. I have to know right now where her head is at.

One way or the other.

“Lila, wait,” I say.

I pull her head up. She blinks at me in confusion.

No wonder, since I just stopped what was most likely going to be a life-altering blowjob.

“You don’t want me to?” she asks.

Of course I want her to.

“I hid your gun under the pillow when I was in here earlier,” I say. “I’m going to hand it to you so you can put it away safely.”

Giving her a loaded gun might turn out to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I don’t care.

If she’s only fucking me because she’s scared, I want to know.

The only way I’ll know for sure is if I give her back total control of the situation. Even if things turn out bad for me and she calls the cops, at least then I’ll know the truth. Anything would be better than this uncertainty.

The not knowing is making me insane.

“You stuck a loaded gun under my pillow?” she asks in alarm. “Be careful and put it on the side table.”

She starts to lower her head back down.

“Lila! Please. Take the fucking gun.”

Sitting up, she gives me a long look.

“Okay, okay. Calm down and hand it to me.”

I slide my hand under the pillow beside me and pull out the gun. Pointing it away from us both, I place it firmly in her hand.

Now’s her chance.

I’m completely at her mercy like I’ve been this whole damn time.