“Well, this is a way to warm up.” I hear Hutch chuckle as he walks into the range.
“Goddamn it, you have the worst timing.” I lower Nyx to the ground, shaking my head.
“You asked me to bring down coffee, and I was nice enough to bring it to you and my girl-”
“Our girl.” I cut him off.
“Ya, ya, our girl. Anyway, you knew I was coming.”
“You asked him to bring coffee down from the house?” She looks up at me with a soft smile on her face.
“Yes, Little Fox. You seemed like you could use a warm drink, and well, he was home, so I figured he could bring us coffees.” Hutch pulls her into a quick hug, and he gives her a kiss before handing her back to me. I tuck her into my side and hand her the travel mug of caramel-scented coffee.
“Well, I will leave you two to shoot more guns, or whatever it was that you were doing.” He chuckles, shaking his head. He shuts the door behind him, and I hear the automatic lock slide back into place.
“So tell me about this game you want to play, my Demon.” She stands on her toes to place the cutest kiss on my cheek before taking her coffee in both hands and taking a sip.
CHAPTER 31
NYX
He wants to play a game. What kind of game can someone play at a gun range? Not going to lie, it was amazing to get out using some different rifles I haven't touched since the Army. Typically, if it isn’t my handgun I use for personal use or work, I am not shooting it anymore.
“So here's the deal.” Demitri says so matter-of-factly. “We are going to shoot our pistols. Every single shot you miss is one denied orgasm.”What in the actual fuck?
“What’s the catch?” I place my coffee down and set that hand on my hip. Pushing it out slightly to add to the sass.
“The catch is, while you are shooting, my hands can be anywhere on your naked body.”
“So I get edged and you get what?”
“I get unfiltered access to your body, and your pleasure. You finish a magazine without missing a round, and you get to come.” He has such a self-confidence about him right now that is so utterly sexy. Like he knows I will miss and he will get to mess with me.
“And you just get to shoot your gun?”
“Oh, I’ll shoot a load somewhere.” He laughs, while I roll my eyes at his innuendo.
“Fine, but I have a counter-offer.” His eyebrows raise, and he looks at me like he is waiting to hear what I have to say. “When you go to shoot, I get to do the same to you.”
“Deal.” Shit, I barely have time to finish what I was saying before he responds to me. He pulls out two rubberized aprons. “We can wear these. It will still allow each other access to our bodies while also giving us a little protection from the hot shells.”
The aprons come up over our shoulders almost like a muscle tee. He has access through the armhole to my breasts, and the front “skirt” area only covers the front of me, so he can slide a hand through to my pussy. Taking a hot shell to the cleavage SUCKS, trust me, I know. He helps me put it on over my head before he slips his on over the top.
“Where in God's name did you get these things?” I look down at the contraption I am wearing.
“Graham’s mom made them. We like to run through the woods when we need to clear our heads, and somehow we usually end up here. We keep a few guns in a safe over there,” he points over his shoulder. “And we never seem to have shirts on when we end up here. These help protect our chests.” Well, that explains why mine practically reaches my knees.
“Ok, well I guess let’s do this. Who is shooting first?” I ask.
“You’re up, Little Fox.” Demitri hangs the human silhouette target up on the hooks before hitting a button on the wall. The target shoots back towards the soft back wall of the shooting range. I place my red and black hearing protection over the shells of my ears.
Demitri looks at me with a smirk on his face. With my ear protection on already, I couldn’t hear him even if he wanted to say something. I can see the erection he has had since we startedshooting guns, tenting this weird rubber contraption. He places my safety glasses on my nose and stands behind me while I get in position. Raising my gun up to shoot, my finger resting alongside the trigger, not quite ready to shoot yet.
Just as my finger goes to move to rest on the trigger, he tweaks a nipple with his finger and thumb. A squeal leaves my mouth, and because he’s standing so close, I can feel his body shake with a chuckle. He pulls one of the earmuffs away from my ear and leans into my ear.
“You have to actually shoot, Little Fox.” He places the protection back over my ear and runs his hand down my neck. My body shivers with chills from his touch.
I raise my gun back up, focusing solely on firing. His hands continue to trail all over my body. I fire three rounds consecutively. I focus on the target as a whole. And see all three have hit their marks right in the chest. Demitri nods his head from next to me. Almost like he’s saying he needs to up his game.
