To Love and Die (18+)

Chapter Eight

The door had barely nudged open when Meli pounced on the professor. Removing his jacket and grabbing the keys from his grasp, she tossed them to the side. The two kissed hard and deep and Jaeden's strong hands lifted her up holding her by her jean-clad toned thighs as he simultaneously kicked the door shut behind him.

Sexual tension as thick as rolled oats hung in the air while the couple rode together to Meli's apartment. She was surprised that the professor didn't ask her why she was on that side of town so late, but instead, he hounded her about missing so much school. Keeping it short with him as always, she simply told him that family problems were the main cause of her recent absences. Jaeden believed her, yet his questions continued throughout the entire car ride.

How will you graduate if you don't attend class?

Are you still thinking about going to law school?

Are you considering dropping out?

Admittedly, that last question made her think way more than she wanted to and Meli ignored his interrogation by jumping on him the moment he threw the car in park.

Now the two were exchanging saliva as desperate tongues sought refuge in each other's mouths. Kicking off his shoes never minding how his steps faltered momentarily, she braced herself against Jaeden's solid frame. Doing the same, Jae's hands slid behind her back and under her shirt caressing the skin on her back before they ran their way past her—oh no—gun.

Shit, she swore inwardly. That was meant to make it into her kitchen drawer prior to the tussling they were doing now. But she wanted sex more than anything and concealing her secret was the furthest thing from her mind. Her head was stuck in "release" mode and the way he so skillfully explored her mouth made her want to do just that...release. There was a knot in her stomach that she had held for three weeks, since the last time she had sex.

For the moment, she seized her movements and unwrapped her legs from his waist sliding down shamelessly. When her feet touched the ground she tried pulling away but Jaeden held onto her firmly.

This was going to be hard to reason, but ever the liar, she began to think of explanations as to why a twenty-year-old college student would be in the possession of a third-generation Glock 17 as it tucked away neatly into her waistband. 

"Meli is that..?" His words evaporated as he fingered the piece. Quicker than she could register, Jaeden had removed the gun from her pants and held it in front of him examining it before them. It was dark in her apartment, the only thing illuminating the room being the light above the stove that Meli failed to shut off every time she left the place. The two could barely see each other, let alone the weapon.

"It's um...", the lie died on her lips and she watched him twirl the piece in his massive hands as if he had never seen a gun up close. Luckily, the safety was on, or else his toying with it would have made her more uneasy than she already was.

"What are you doing with a gun?" The question was both curious and shocked. He could not believe that she was toting a pistol and not necessarily a small one at that. He held the Glock higher this time, inspecting it as if it would soon turn into a Nerf version of the weapon if he only surveyed it long enough.

Her brain was not working adequately for her liking. She never froze like this and she never struggled to come up with a good excuse. Since middle school, she had been an expert at crafting detailed fibs that would get her homework deadlines extended and her tardiness excused. Present-day Melicia was languishing in the art of fabrication, making for a very silent and very awkward atmosphere between the two adults.

"Meli?", he breathed out her name again in a questioning tone. Like a father to his child, it was impatient.

"It was a gift." Now that was not a lie. Benny had given the woman the piece as a sixteenth birthday present. Granted, it still wasn't registered and the serial number had long been scratched out, it was a gift nonetheless.