Page 40 of Slay Bells Ring

The orgasm hits me like a storm, and I rock my hips against her hard enough to knock her off-balance. The only reason she stays up is because of my hold on her hips. At the very last second, I pull out and grip my slick cock with my hand, pumping along it as I would be as if I was still inside her. My eyes squeeze shut, and a low, gravelly groan comes from me as my cock twitches and empties its load onto her beautiful ass. Shot after shot of cum, it seems like an ungainly amount, but that’s what happens when you keep pushing an orgasm off.

It takes everything in me to pull away from her and fetch a face towel from the bathroom to wipe the cum off that bubbly ass. As much as I plan on fucking her more,who knows how long we’ll be stuck in this room? No crusty sheets for us.

We spend the morning getting lost in each other. I have her every which way, and then some. Both my cock and her pussy get quite the workout. It’s not a bad way to spend the day.

Merry Christmas to us.

There’s nothing on the news until the twenty-seventh. Holly’s in the shower when the evening news starts. Just one half-hour each night, for all the major stories breaking nation-wide. Surprisingly, the death of the heir to Cooper Enterprises is the leading story.

It’s probably a good thing she’s in the shower, because the newscaster does a short run through what happened thirteen years ago and explains how Holly Cooper was miraculously unharmed the night her parents were killed.

“But her luck ran out, it seems, this Christmas,” the newswoman says, holding a no-nonsense expression. “Authorities are still searching for the cause of the explosion, but there have been no reports of any survivors. Howard Giles, the man taking over Cooper Enterprises in light of recent events, put out this statement.”

The screen flashes to a blue screen, where a transcript appears word by word as, I assume, Howard’s voice reads it aloud. It says nothing important, just that he’s saddened by the accident and he hopes Holly is in a better place now. He’ll run Cooper Enterprises while holding the memory of Holly and her parents close.

Blah, blah, blah, a lot of pointless shit, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, it’s definitely a good thing Holly didn’t have to hear that useless message.

The whole story gets barely two minutes of air time, which I suppose is still a decent slot, considering it’s the national news block. When Holly comes out with her hair damp, the newscaster is talking about some charity that sends Santas to hospitals with sacks of toys for the children with cancer.

“Anything?” she asks, slow to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah.” The moment I say it, she perks up, and I give a quick run-down of what I saw.

When I’m done, a look of determination sets on her face. “It’s time, then. We catch Howard off-guard. It might be easier to do it soon, while he’s focused on taking over and getting everything to run like he’s always wanted.”

“Leave the planning to me. You think he’ll be in the office?”

Holly purses her lips in thought. “He’ll be in the office the Monday after New Year’s. The company has always been his life, so I’m sure he’ll be there late, way past everyone else.”

The next few days are spent planning and getting a route memorized. It’ll be quite the drive to get there, but once we do, we’ll have a few stops to make before we can do what needs to be done.

I know places to grab everything we’ll need. Disguises, weapons, a fake job to get us in the building. It’s doable. I might have to pull some favors with the Guild, which means doing a few more jobs for them probono, but it’ll be worth it. I’d gladly do whatever I could if it means Holly will get her revenge.

And then… I don’t know what’ll happen. I don’t know where Holly will go, but I do know that anywhere she goes, I’ll follow.

Chapter Nineteen – Holly

I’m ready. I’m fucking ready. It’s what I tell myself as the days pass, as we get everything ready. And by we, I pretty much mean Kane—though I do have a pretty big part myself. Getting us in the building and up to the CEO’s office is my job. Luckily I know that skyscraper like the back of my hand.

I swear, time passes by slowly and quickly. It drags on, and then I blink and Kane and I are slipping inside the building in the back, avoiding the major camera areas. We push a cart full of cleaning sprays, buckets, and towels. His tall, muscular figure is covered with a janitor uniform. I wear similar clothes: ugly, baggy, and gray, but they’re perfect for concealing weapons.

I have my knife and Kane has a silencer, just in case.

All in all, it goes without a hitch. Through the building, up the elevator. My hair is hidden beneath a hat that matches the uniform I wear. Neither Kane nor I say a word on our way up, but the tension is so thick you can reach out and grasp it.

Or maybe that’s just me. Maybe it’s just the culmination of thirteen years’ worth of lies that are finally about to break open the dam.

Now that I’m thinking about it, I kind of want to throw up.

The elevator dings with each floor we pass, and the higher it climbs, the more that sick feeling rises in my gut. I feel like I could crawl out of my skin. I swallow hard, and the next thing I know, I feel a strong hand gripping mine, and I angle my head up to Kane and meet his blue stare. I can’t feel his calloused hand due to the leather gloves we both wear, but it’s enough.

He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. He’s telling me everything is going to be fine. Maybe I have some trust issues after all this shit, but I just don’t know if I believe him. It’s impossible for me to think about the future, about what will come after.

I’ve never thought about it. I… I never thought there would be an after.

The elevator dings as its doors open, and Kane’s hand slips from mine as I walk out first, adjusting my cap. We pass an empty receptionist desk on our way to the door. It’s funny; my name’s already been scrubbed. It was Howard’s first business decision, I bet.

Kane brought some lockpicking tools, but I know Howard enough to know there’s no way in hell he locks the door when he’s in there. He’s too important, and he thinks he’s untouchable.

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