Fully Automatic (Bullet) by Jade C. Jamison

mom would come into work, saying she thought this girl was the one for you…until she told us you’d broken up with her.”
    He was feeling a little pissed that his mom felt the need to chat about his love life as though she were a gossip magazine.  “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    “It’s…fine.  I just don’t want to talk about it.”
    She was quiet for a few minutes, and the radio station started playing a Foo Fighters song.  “I don’t want you to talk about it either.  I just wondered if you’d be interested in hearing an offer.”
    “An offer?”
    “Are you seeing anyone right now?”
    Holy shit.  His instincts were right.  She was hitting on him.  He was torn.  Part of him wanted to continue to mope and feel sorry for himself, but the rest of him really wanted to feel a woman’s body up next to his.  It had been way too long.  No, he didn’t want anything emotional.  He wasn’t ready for that.  But if this woman was offering a no-strings-attached fuck, he thought maybe he could be on board with that.  Still, he didn’t want to seem too eager, in case he was misreading her.  “Why?”
    “I think you might be a little fun, Bradley Payne.”  He took a deep breath but said nothing.  He wasn’t sure what to make of it.  She turned the radio down a little more and asked, “How old are you, Brad?”
    Fuck.  She was honestly considering him, and he couldn’t believe that he was giving it serious thought as well.  He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face.  This much older woman wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be convicted of statutory rape.  Well, he’d turned nineteen in March.  She had nothing to worry about.  “Old enough.”
    She chuckled and he felt her fingers on his neck.  “Wrong answer.  How old are you?”
    He rolled his eyes even though it was for no one’s benefit.  “Nineteen.”
    “Good.”  She reached over and turned the radio back up, resting her head on the back of the seat again, and Brad figured that was that.  Maybe she’d hoped he was younger or maybe she decided she needed someone older.  He’d never know.  That was too bad, because he thought he might have taken her up on her offer.
    When they got to her neighborhood, she told him the streets to turn down until he got to her apartment.  “You wanna come in for a little bit?”
    Maybe she wanted to play after all.  “Yeah, sure.”
    Her apartment was on the second floor and she tripped once, giggling, so Brad held her arm to steady her.  Maybe she was way too trashed to do anything.  But when they got to her door, she pulled out her keys and she pulled him in by the hand.  He started to look around once she had the light on so he could make conversation about something, but she opened her palm and slammed it into his chest, pushing him into the door.  Before he could even catch up, her hands were in his hair, her tongue in his mouth.  He couldn’t quite tell what she’d been drinking, but it was strong.  It wasn’t beer or wine—it was something stronger.  His cock started to perk up , but he tried to will it down.  This woman was wasted, and he hadn’t realized it at first.  He couldn’t fuck her right now, older woman or not.
    She stopped kissing him, though, and took a couple of steps back.  “Sorry, pretty aggressive.”  She grabbed his hand and led him toward the kitchen.  “Can’t help it, Bradley.  I’ve had some pretty nasty thoughts about you.”  She turned on the kitchen light.  “Want a drink?”
    He was torn.  If he had a drink, he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.  He had work in the morning too, but it was late morning—ten.  But it had been long, way too long, since he’d been inside a woman.  Actually, that wasn’t true.  He’d had sex with girls.  He’d never been with someone as old as Misti.  He didn’t think it would matter, but he was ready.  He needed to