Page 72 of Sweet Anarchy
When it's my turn again, I take my time, cocking the gun and aiming. I hold, keeping the gun steady before finally pulling the trigger.
Ping.
"I did it!" I yell, jumping up. "Did you see that?" I ask Asher, grinning.
"Lucky shot," he says, grabbing the gun. "My turn."
The sneaky bastard lands another one, the two of us getting better with each shot.
Asher lines up the gun and I move closer, pressing into his side. I lean up, whispering into his ear. "If you get this one, I'll suck your cock right here."
He fires the gun, missing the cans by at least a foot.
"That's not fair," he says through clenched teeth. "You did that on purpose."
I snort, taking the gun from him. "Oh, well. We never did play fair, did we?"
I hold the gun up, aiming again. Asher stands behind me, putting his hands on my hips as he pushes his pelvis into my ass.
"Go on, Rambo. Show me what you have," he mutters softly. "If you get it, I'll bend you over one of the boulders and fuck you."
I grind my teeth, determined not to let him get to me. I hold steady, firing.
The bullet brushes the edge of another can, barely touching it, but it's enough to knock it off. I grin victoriously, rolling my ass back into him.
"Who said I'd let you?" I tease.
"Blake," Asher says loudly. "Come take the gun, please."
I glance over my shoulder at Blake. "Don't listen to him. I won that fair and square."
Blake lifts the gun from my hand, putting the safety on. "He told you his terms and conditions. You still took the shot, therefore accepting it."
"What?" I argue. "That doesn't count. It's technically a reward for Asher and he didn't win."
"It's a reward for you too," Asher says, picking me up and flinging me over his shoulder.
I let out a squeal, bouncing as he walks us over towards Zayn. "Don't you dare drop me, Asher Taylor."
"I wouldn't dream of it," he says, lifting me off his shoulder and putting me on my feet next to Zayn.
Zayn grins at me, watching as he leans back. I've barely locked eyes with him when Asher puts his hand on my back, bending me forward over Zayn.
"This brings back memories," Zayn laughs, tilting his sunglasses down to peer over them at me.
I blush, remembering the changing rooms at Macy's. "You're not helping, Zayn."
Asher reaches around my body, quickly unbuttoning my shorts and pushing them down with my underwear. I look over my shoulder to scowl at him, my gaze caught on Chuck and Blake as they stare at us. Judging by the expressions on their faces, they aren't about to intervene.
"Asher," I start, but he runs his hand over my ass, his fingers spreading my folds.
"A deal's a deal, Selwood. Now, shut up and take me."
He slides his finger into my pussy, moving it slowly. Zayn grabs my hands, putting them on his thighs.
"Here… you can lean on me," he muses.
"You're so sweet," I mutter sarcastically, groaning as Asher adds another finger.
