I grinned, then dragged my tongue over my lower lip and decided it was a good day to take my life into my own hands. “You call that distracted? Prickles… love… we can do better than that.”
Shifting my hand around her waist, I deftly unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand inside. Her panties were silky, and she gave a low moan as I stroked her warmth through the fabric.
“Gray,” she whimpered. “This seems unsafe.”
All the better. “It is,” I agreed. “Hit that target ten times in a row while Idistractyou, and I’ll let you finish.”
Her breath hitched. “On your hand?”
I smiled against her hair, my fingers already creeping beneath the silky fabric of her panties. “On my hand. Or my face. Or my cock. Your choice, baby girl. But only if you hit that target with accuracy…”
She quivered but quickly squeezed off another shot, and a puff of dust rewarded her direct hit. “That’s two,” she told me firmly, twisting slightly to look up at me.
I smirked. “Alright, I’ll accept that.” Then I pushed two fingers into her already hot and wet cunt. Her eyelids fluttered, and she whimpered, but steadied herself against my body as she lined up the next shot. This onebarelyclipped the target, but it gave a tiny puff of color. So I rumbled, “Three,” as I found her clit with my thumb.
Billie squirmed and gasped, riding my hand for a moment until I paused my movement. “Gray…” she whined in a needy, sex-hungry voice that nearly made my dick explode.
“Seven more shots, Prickles. You’ve got this.” I dropped a kiss to the bend of her neck, which had become delightfully flushed. I toyed with her pussy, my fingers torturously slow as she tried to set up her next shot.
Number four hit,thank fuck, but number five flew wide as I pinched her clit between my fingers.
“Not fair!” Billie protested, her hips rocking against me like she was desperate for my dick. “Gray, you’re playing dirty.”
I was. But distraction was distraction, and despite how much fun I was having withthisdistraction, the lesson remained the same. She needed to be able to shoot like it was second nature, not only when she was laser-focused and calm.
“Sorry, baby, the challenge was for ten in a row…” I started to withdraw my hand, but the growl she gave as she grabbed my wrist was damn near feral.
“Grayson Taylor, if you leave me high and dry right now, I swear to fuck I’ll shoot your balls off.”
I grinned. Her threats shouldn’t turn me on as much as they did. “Fine. One last chance. You need six in a row, no missing.” I wet my lips and slipped my hand back inside her panties. “Let me just…” I plunged two fingers back inside her. My happy place. “Alright, go.”
She moaned but triedreallyhard to win my game. Of her next six bullets, though, only two hit the target, and her little roar of frustration when I tugged her pants back into place was echoed in my own soul. She pouted about it but didn’t argue. After all, I’d proven my point... she needed more practice.
“So we’re clear, little hedgehog, no matter how good you get here, I’m still never letting you stroll into danger.” I gave her a hard look as I retreated a few steps, just in case she decided to kick me in the nuts. Her eyes just narrowed with determination, and she shrugged.
“We’ll see,” she muttered, putting her earmuffs back on and dismissing me.
I watched her a moment longer, then gave my raging hard-on a firm squeeze in a vain attempt to calm the fuck down.
Jace saw me do it, having watched that whole session with Billie, and smirked knowingly. “Maybe if you’d told me this was what shooting practice was like, I’d have tagged along sooner.”
“Shut up and hit some targets, Adams,” I snapped, my arousal making my patience thinner than air, “before I drag Billie out of here and leave you two to walk home.”
He wanted to give a snappy comeback, I could practically see it on the tip of his tongue, but then he narrowed his eyes and pinched his lips shut. Smart man. He knew I wasn’t entirely bluffing.
My self-control lasted a whole lot longer than I anticipated, helped largely by my stubborn focus on working with Jace and Rhett, only correcting Billie from a distance. I was smart enough to know if I put my hands back on her body, we’d be done shooting for the day.
Not that I hated that idea.
“Alright, I’m done,” Rhett announced a few minutes later. He unloaded his gun, ensuring it was safe before returning it to the oversized duffle bag. “My fucking fingers are cramping and shit. I need to warm them up. Thorn, baby! Got anywhere warm I can put my hands?”
Billie tossed an evil grin my way, then carefully unloaded her own gun. “I sure do,” she replied, heading over to drop her weapon and spare ammo into the bag. “Here, try this.” She lifted her shirt up to offer Rhett her tits. Fuck. “Boobs are always warm; I don’t know why.”
Rhett, the fucker, didn’t even hesitate in wrapping his hands around her perfect orbs, making her shiver and moan, her nipples hardening instantly through the thin fabric of her bra.
“I don’t know either,” Rhett agreed, “but I like it.” He toyed with her hard peaks, then reached around to snap her bra clasp open.
“Rhett, for fuck’s sake,” Jace scolded, but Silver already had a mouthful of Billie’s tit, and she was gasping like she was ready to come.
