“It’s not that impressive.”
He raises his brow. “Show me what you got, then.”
“Not interested.”
“Because I’m totally a better shot than you?”
“You’re not.”
“Yes, I am. I beat your ass in the shooting range back at the camp.”
I jump up from the lounge chair and grab my own gun, then stand beside him, the damp grass swallowing my feet.
He smirks, thinking he’s won, but truly, I’ve willingly taken the bait. My shoulder brushes his as I aim and shoot. The can wobbles a bit but stays standing.
“That still counts,” I say.
“It didn’t fall.”
“It moved and I hit it.”
He steps behind me, close enough that I feel his soft exhales on my nape. His hand slides over my forearm, correcting the angle, nudging my stance firmer with his knee.
It’s so close to my inner thigh, my cock takes notice.
“Like this,” he murmurs near my ear.
I tip my head back, my eyes sliding to his. “What are you doing?”
“Correcting your stance.”
“It’s perfectly fine. You’re just searching for an excuse to touch me.” I keep staring at him as I shoot, hitting the can clean.
“That was hot, baby.” He squeezes my arm. “A man who can shoot has a special place in my heart.”
“Is that so?” I fire again, knocking another can over while looking at him.
“Careful, Mishka.” He wraps an arm around my waist, slamming me back against him. “You’re turning this into foreplay.”
“Isn’t that the whole point?” I wrap my hand with the gun around his neck, rubbing my ass on his growing erection. “Wrestle me for who gets to fuck the other first?”
“Always, baby.” He drops his lips to mine with a groan, then pulls away for a beat. “Can you not leave tomorrow?”
The pout in his voice nearly undoes me.
He’s been asking that for the last couple of weeks, and it’s becoming harder to tell him “You know I have to” or “Yes, I do.”
Because I don’t want to leave either.
The more time I spend with him, getting fully submerged in his chaos, the more I don’t want to go back to my monotonous life where he’s not there.
But I can’t say that, so I kiss him hard, fusing his body with mine.
This is the only way I can show him how much he means to me.
How much he’s changed my life.
Even if it’s temporary.
