“Out,” Dante snapped, pointing the gun at the officer who had just walked through the door.
“I need to give you your debriefing—”
“Out! I won’t ask again,” he cocked the gun this time, sending the man scrambling out. “Let’s see what you’ve got, darlin’,” he grinned at me.
I walked over to the bench and picked up the gun, taking aim at one of the targets. I fired off a couple of rounds, and then turned to look at Dante’s response.
“Better than you used to be,” he said.
“Better than riding through the club grounds on the back of an enemy’s motorbike and aiming at anything in sight?” I said, reminding him of the war we had once been in.
“Yeah, that too. But,” he said, coming to stand behind me. He pressed his front against my back and wrapped his arms around me, cupping my hands to help me steady the gun. “If you aimed it like this, and took a deep breath,” he whispered in my ear. I did as he commanded, my chest jutting forward as I inhaled deeply.
“Hold it for a second, and then shoot.”
I did, letting go of the trigger at the exact moment I released the breath.
“Better,” he murmured. “Now go again.”
I aimed the gun once more, only this time, Dante’s hands didn’t steady mine. They slipped under the bottom of my shirt, massaging the bare skin of my stomach.
“I don’t know what it says about me that I’m so fucking turned on to see you shooting that gun, Rachel. But my cock is hard as fucking rock. Show me what you’ve got, baby.”
How the fuck was I supposed to concentrate with that type of talk in my ear?
His voice was low and deep, his hands exploring my torso, veering dangerously close to my tits, my nipples already pebbling in anticipation.
I aimed the gun and took a deep breath, and he rewarded me with a kiss to my neck, sucking on the frantically beating pulse. My response was to fire God knows where, hitting the wall and not my target as my arm jerked, and he chuckled deep into the crook of my neck.
He removed one of his hands and I felt him reach for something, and then gasped as the cold metal of his own gun was against my skin. He ran the barrel up and down my side, still feathering kisses along my neck.
“Shoot again,” he demanded. “Relax your shoulders.”
“Easier said than done!” I snapped back on a shaky breath.
“Relax,” he murmured, reading my hesitation. “It’s not loaded. You think I’d risk anything happening to you?”
I was more thrilled at the thought that it could kill me.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
He stepped back and traced the gun down my spine before he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I shook my arms to toss the shirt to the floor, and then his front was against my back again. I could feel the heat of him through his clothes, warming me even though I stood shivering. He brought the gun to my chest, running it down the valley between my tits.
“Fire again. Unless you’re willing to admit you can’t?”
I fired again just to shut him up, and saw I had hit my target in the neck.
Dante moaned behind me, making my thighs clench. “You’d kill a man with a shot like that,” he whispered, lowering the gun over my stomach and then between my legs.
Fuck.
I tipped my head back as he circled the barrel of the gun over my pussy. And then, he brought it back up and pushed it down the waistband of my trousers and slipped it between my slick pussy lips.
I gasped as the cool metal made contact with my clit, the danger of what he was doing adding a thrill I hadn’t expected.
He removed the gun and then spun me around, scanning my face, checking that he hadn’t gone too far. I locked eyes with him as he pushed down my trousers and grabbed my ass, hauling me up until I was sitting on the bench.
“The safe word is ‘ceasefire’,” he told me, a sinister tone in his voice.
