“You need to stay in the shooting line,” he instructs me. The target is around ten yards away. “Take the arrow and place it on the arrow rest, yes, there. Snap the nock on the string directly under the nocking point, here.” He moves behind me and, covering my hand with his, he pulls the string back, hooking the back of the arrow on the string.
“You don’t need to stand completely sideways. Hold your shoulders down, align your elbow with your wrist. And keep your beautiful eyes on the target,” he whispers the last phrase right in my ear, making my hand shiver so much that it lets go, and the arrow flies into one of the nets between the targets.
“Shit!” I grumble as he tuts.
“Try again.”
I position the arrow on the bow and try to focus, but the rich smell of pine and ash coming from him is distracting.
“Can you take a step back?” I ask without turning around.
“Never, Little Chick.” His lips brush the tip of my ear, which seems to be connected directly to my dick. “You need to tune out everything else.”
I huff. Like I could ever tune him out.
When I feel his hand on my ass, I snap, “Stop teasing me.” But I can’t stifle the smile on my face. My mega-handsome boyfriend can’t keep his hands off me while teaching me his favorite…killing technique. Why wouldn’t I be happy?
Instead of backing off, he pushes his groin against my ass. “Once thetipof the arrow lines with the target, let go of the bowstring.”
I hear a creak, the tension sound coming from the bow as I pull the - back and release. It spears the air fast and then pierces the lower edge of the target.
“I hit it!” I jump in the air, filled with joy as I look at the arrow.
I turn toward Ezra and in the midst of the excitement, wrap one arm around his neck and climb him to stamp a kiss on his mouth—at least that was my intention. What really happens is I hit his nose and chin with my face, making us both jerk back. Thankfully Ezra’s arms curl around my back and butt, saving me from falling. Not in the least discouraged by my over excitement he finds my lips and gives me what I want.
“You did.” His eyes are sparkling when he pulls back. Gods, but I’m lucky.
“This is fun!” I exclaim, and as he lets me down I take another arrow just to let it drop on the floor. I pick it up, but when I straighten up, the bow is between my legs and I almost trip over it. Ezra catches me from behind, helping me to avoid yet another fall.
He starts talking like my ungraceful move never happened. “Try to keep your breaths as low as possible this time. Even if a butterfly sits on your nose, you won’t lose focus.”
I nod. Concentration is key. The next arrow is too high. Ezra is very patient, though, and he keeps talking to me in a calm tone.
“I love this,” I confess, lowering the bow to my side. “Even though I’m shit at it.”
His eyes search my face as his hands fall on my hips. “Archery takes time.”
“No. What I love is you teaching me something. I’ve never had that, you know, someone taking their time with me. I don’t know if anyone told you, but my situation at home was not the best.” A bitter laugh leaves my lips. “Oliver tried, but he was just a kid, and he spent most of his time working and protecting me from my father. He was a horrible man, with a rotten soul.” I didn’t let the resentment toward him fester and turn into an even darker feeling. I just buried my anger with him the day he died.
His hands squeeze my hips. “I know everything already.”
“You do? Well, it’s frustrating since I don’t know much about you.”
He seems to ponder my words. “My father killed my mother and then committed suicide when we were kids. After that, we moved in with our uncle. He sold us to be part of the experimental project a few months later. After I escaped, I tracked him down and killed him.”
Some people would be horrified by his confession. I feel that same horror, but only toward the injustice he suffered and his uncle. His death by Ezra’s hand doesn’t affect me. He deserved it, some people really do, because when true evil corrupts your soul the only way to go is down. I don’t think I’d ever be capable of taking a life, but I understand it’s necessary sometimes.
I give him another kiss, letting my lips linger against his as I whisper a thank you. I know he doesn’t usually open up, and it makes me feel special the way he tries.
The next arrow goes closer to the center of the target. And I keep shooting until I get it. Bullseye. I celebrate with a little dance,accidentally shaking my booty against Ezra’s dick. He answers with a bite on my neck that makes me almost moan.
My arm is aching now, after all the shooting. So I gave him the bow and the last arrow. “Show me how it is done.”
“Alright.” His lips twitch, but as soon as he aligns himself with the target, I have a glimpse into Ezra the assassin. Menacing, striking, dangerous, and sexy as fuck. He exudes danger and mystery, fire and ice. Fuck Robin Hood, he’s got nothing, absolutely nothing on him.
The muscles on his shoulders bulge and flex as he moves his arm back, his strong fingers are steady, eyes unblinking. I’m doing my best to tame my tingling, aroused body while I can’t take my eyes off him.
He’s about to shoot when his gaze turns to me, he shifts the bow to the left, and shoots. The arrow hits the farthest target across the room, right in the center.
