“Yeah, we heard.” That statement was made in an unusually uncomfortable, almost whining tone by her brother Jack, whose ears were bright red, which caused their friends to break out in even louder laughter.
When she realized that her brother had just heard her orgasm, probably both times, she seemed embarrassed and quickly excused herself for a trip to the bathroom.
“And how was it for you?” the feminist inquired with a daring look.
“You want a play-by-play, ask Mia. Preferably not right in front of her brother.” I laughed. “But I don’t like talking about that with other people. Especially without the other party present.”
That somehow took her aback, and I soon saw her look transform into approval.
When Mia returned from her bathroom break, she unapologetically sat on my lap and wrapped my arms around her midsection after leaning back into me. Obviously there was no reason for her to try and hide anything anymore after what we just did. She did hide something else, though. My dick was thoroughly hardened and refused to go down, since I still had the taste of her pussy on my lips, and the general theme for the ongoing Truth or Dare was also rather suggestive.
As Mia sat on my lap, she used every opportunity to grind her Ass against my erection. She insisted on leaving her drink on the small table instead of simply holding onto it, so she regularly had to move around to get to it and place it back after taking a sip. Every time she did, I could almost hear her giggling over the frustrating effect it had on me.
I could be wrong, but after roughly half an hour of this, I was convinced she was testing how far she could go before I simply threw her over my shoulder and carried her out to fuck her forcefully. Needless to say, I was not going to do any of that as long as there were other people in that house. I had not been drinking, so I did notice how pissed off redhead’s boyfriend was at me for putting him down in front of everyone. I would not give him any openings.
That is how the party continued until, at around midnight, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, scowled when I saw the notification about a new mobile device connecting to the WiFi, and turned to Mia who watched me intently.
“You expecting anyone else?”
She shook her head with a confused look, which was repeated by Jack after I asked him as well. I tried calling Michael, who should be sitting in the surveillance room on the first floor, but he did not pick up. That caused my scowl to deepen, which Mia immediately noticed. Her confusion turned into concern when I pushed her off me to stand up.
“I have to check on something real quick. Be right back.” I said, and gestured to them to stay seated. Mia, however, stopped me when I was just about to reach the doorway.
“Shouldn’t we come with you?” I could be wrong, but I got the impression she did not want me to leave her alone. Though I couldn’t tell if she was concerned about me leaving, or being left alone with her friends who would surely bombard her with detailed questions about what had happened when we were alone together. Jack picked up on what we were talking about and stepped behind his sister.
“No, don’t worry. Maybe Ava simply decided to show up a little late. But, just to be safe, stay in here and close the door behind me.”
She didn’t get to close the door behind me. Right at that moment, James Campbell stepped into the doorframe and, upon recognizing her, pointed a gun at Mia. Like a reflex that I could not explain where it came from, I immediately stepped in front of her, just in time before Campbell pulled the trigger.
It was a weird little gun. The silencer he had attached to it was longer than the barrel of the gun itself, and when he pulled the trigger, I didn’t hear the loud bang I expected. I wasn’t trained to handle guns yet, but I did get the facts drilled into me. So, I knew that silencers did not work like movies claimed they do. The mechanics of his gun, the metallic sounds of the hammer being released and the slide moving back and forth, were louder than the propelling charge being ignited. So, at that moment, I actually thought he was shooting me with a BB-Gun. That is, until the pain exploded in my right shoulder.
Like every time I was around the Millers, I was wearing my usual IIA-Vest, but he hit me right in the shoulder strap. Those straps might not have contained any gel to stop bullets, but had multiple layers of kevlar that would surely be able to stop a damn roundball. So, why did that hurt so fucking much!?
