“Because I heard, wife, that you graduated at the top of your class at the Ares Academy. Professor Suarez told me that you were the only one who came close to beating my shooting record.”
“How did you happen to have this conversation years and years after leaving the Academy?” I ask suspiciously.
“Professor Suarez and I… collaborated on a job last year. We had some time to talk. He was very impressed with you. So pick your favorite gun and let’s see why he thinks you’re so talented.”
Surveying the rows of beautifully displayed guns, I selected a Glock G17. “And here I thought these were only used by law enforcement?” I smile sweetly.
“Well… there is enforcement ofourlaws,” he allows.
“Of course, spoken in arrogance like a true MacTavish.”
Dougal leans closer, backing me up against the firing booth. “Dinna forget that you are also a MacTavish now, lass. Watch your words.”
“Why don’t you shoot instead of talk?” I counter.
“Shall we make this interesting, then?” he says, selecting a Ruger.
“What do ya’ have in mind?” I ask suspiciously.
“If you get the highest score, I will eat you out until you can’t walk.”
I can feel the glow instantly radiating in my center just from hearing him talk dirty.
Screw you, Pavlov.
“And if you get the highest score?”
His lips are against my ear and I can’t control my shiver. “You suck my cock.”
“Um, I won’t be any good at it,” I whisper.
His hands slide to my hips, squeezing me and pulling me back against him. He’s hard. Already. “You will be perfect.”
My mouth is so dry that it takes me a minute to get the words out. “I’m going to win.”
His dark little chuckle raises goosebumps on my skin. “I’ll win either way, wife.”
An hour later, we’ve switched out weapons three times, including a M107 sniper rifle that blew the target apart.
Pulling off my headphones, I eye the shredded target. “Well, I don’t see how we pick a winner now.”
Dougal hits the button bringing the target back to us on the line. It’s then that I see the M107 has blasted a hole in the steel wall behind it.
“Oh, my god!” I cover my mouth with my hand. “What’s behind this range? Did we kill someone? Is some poor soul’s head blasted off, slumped over his desk and bleeding everywhere?”
The arsehole is laughing so hard that he’s leaning against the gun rack. “No. Ya’ dinna hurt anyone. There’s another steel buffer wall behind that one, and then concrete, and yet another steel wall, all right? Don’t worry, my sweet girl.”
My heart is beating at a rate that should indicate a myocardial infarction and he is laughing.
“You are so lucky that I’m not holding a gun right now,” I wheeze.
“Here’s my proposal,” he’s trying to stifle his laughter and I want to punch him in the throat. “We were dead even before we got to the sniper rifles. Ya’ agree to a tie?”
That heat’s back, pulsing in everywhere south of my waist. “I suppose…” I try to play it off as casual and disinterested but even I can hear that little hitch in my breath.
“You know what that means,” he says, running his hands down my arms. “I’m layin’ you out on our nice, big bed, I’m going to crawl over you, put my dick in your mouth and you’re gonna suck me while I lick you into a dozen orgasms.”
A little puff of air escapes my slack lips just before his mouth comes down on mine, his hands sliding to my arse and squeezing.
