Free Kismet by Beth D. Carter

exactly I’m begging for. An end? More of this? Please don’t stop? There is a tremendous heat building in me that causes my legs to lock up as a wave crashes through my pussy. “Ah!” I scream and clamp my walls onto the horse-size cock stuffed inside me.
    “Fucking hell!” Kris groans. He pauses for a heartbeat and then grabs my hips to yank me off his cock, just as it erupts, missing me and spraying on the broken concrete.
    And then we collapse onto each other, both of us sweaty despite the coolness of the tunnel. It is several moments before either one of us can speak.
    “You should have told me,” he says very quietly.
    “Would it have made a difference?”
    Instead of answering, he squeezes me tight and kisses the top of my head. “Who are you?” he whispers in my ear.
    “I’m the girl you love.”
    “I don’t believe in love,” he says in a sad way, as though he wished it was a lie.
    “I think you don’t know what love is. At least, not real love.”
    He doesn’t say anything for a long time. My tired brain just about caves to the exhaustion when I hear him say one last thing.
    “I wonder if you can teach me.”

Chapter Six
     
    The ricochet of the bullet takes a moment to register. I stare at the hand holding the smoking weapon and blink because the hand has no body. I follow the path of where the barrel points. Hyde stares at me funny, his green eyes searching frantically, and I wonder if I’ve been shot. If I have, I don’t feel any pain, no weak muscles or anything wet and sticky oozing from a bullet hole. But then everything freezes; the world comes to a halt with an infinitesimal pause as I try to figure out what’s just happened. I look down at myself, to make sure nothing is wrong, but my eyes instead come to rest on Hyde’s chest.
    The wound is not on me.
    Blood gushes out with every beat of his heart, turning the dark shirt he wears bright and shiny. There are even chunks of skin gaping from the hole. I want to vomit but find myself slightly off-kilter, detached, like I’m at the bottom of a pond swimming to reach the surface.
    Then his knees buckle and he falls, arms gliding gracefully beside him to look like broken angel wings. He bounces once as his body slams onto the ground. Suddenly the world snaps back into motion as sound rushes into my head and I hear myself screaming. I can’t seem to stop screaming.
    “Evie!”
    The deep boom of my name shakes me from the dream. I am no longer draped across Kris’s thighs. Instead I am flat on my back, on the cold concrete floor staring into his dark eyes. I can see equal parts worry, confusion, and annoyance and have to wonder at that. It’s been a long time since I’ve annoyed anyone, and I don’t quite know what to make of it.
    But for now I file that away for a future conversation and push him off me. I sit up and take a few deep breaths before scrambling to my feet. Kris is looking at me like I’m about to combust at any moment.
    “We have to go get Hyde,” I say without preamble.
    He blinks. I can see that this isn’t what he expected me to say. Instantly, his body tenses as he waits for me to elaborate.
    “I saw a gun,” I say as I grab my sports bra and shirt and start dressing myself. “He gets shot. I don’t know the location. This dream isn’t quite like any I’ve had before. I’m standing next to him when it happens, but I’ve never seen the future like that.” I know I’m not explaining myself very well. I find my pants next to the little bench and yank them on. Next are my shoes. “Usually I see the future played out like I’m not there, and that’s how I know to fix it, but this time I’m right there and I don’t have time to stop it. Or I can’t stop it.”
    I shut up as I strap my gun holsters on, followed by the knife sheath I had specially designed for my arm. Beside me Kris takes the opportunity to do the same thing, only he has more weapons to hide in strategic areas. Huh, I’ll have to