“What?” she asked.
I held out my hand. “Let me see it.”
“You’re going to shoot me with it.”
I snickered. “If I wanted to shoot you, I already would have. Gun. Now.”
She did as I asked of her and I turned the small handgun around in my massive palm. The damn thing practically fit in the middle of my hand, like a fucking dollhouse gun.
“You ever shot it before?” I asked.
Her stare dropped to her lap. “Once.”
I shook my head as I threw the car door open. “Get out. Come on.”
Her head whipped up. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“I said, get out of the car.”
And again, she did as I asked.
So obedient for me. Good girl.
“Where the hell are you going? You can’t take my gun with—”
I waved my hand in the air. “Shut up. We’re going for a ride. Ever been on the back of a bike before?”
She furrowed her brow. “What bike? What the hell is—”
I made my way behind one of the dumpsters in the alleyway and found my bike with the keys still in the ignition. Damn it, I loved my men sometimes. I threw my leg over and cranked the engine, feeling the vibrations jiggling my groin. And as I got my bike turned around to face her car, she tilted her head.
“Where are we going?” she asked above the roar of the engine.
I slid her gun into the pocket of my cut. “Why don’t you climb on back and find out?”
She walked over to me with a sour look on her face and I pointed to one of the storage compartments. She dug out the helmet I had for her and slid it over her head before I placed mine on. With my gun sitting on my hip and her gun pressed against my side in the pocket of my coat, I waited until she was situated behind me.
And once she wrapped her arms around my body, I had to still the throbbing of my dick.
“Where are we going?” she asked as our microphones came to life.
I revved my engine a bit. “We’re going somewhere where I can teach you how to fucking shoot.”
“Why?”
Her question hung in the air between us as I prepared to take off. “Because if you’re going to walk around with a damn gun in your purse, acting like you’re all big and bad, the least you could do for the rest of us is know how to fucking use it properly. You’re going to kill someone you don’t want to kill otherwise.”
As I took off toward the main road, she squealed. She clung to me, her nails digging into my black t-shirt as I tore off toward the horizon. We soared by Heist and continued heading toward the outskirts of town, and every time I took a turn, her body slid closer to mine.
Until her clothed pussy pressed against the small of my back, warming it with her body.
God damn it, why does she have to be so sexy?
If anything, the woman intrigued me. She had a hell of a lot of spunk, and that always made for interesting adventures. A lot of the women that came into our nightclubs looking for a good time were much too cooperative. Much too submissive. I liked a bit of fight in my women. I liked a woman who battled me for dominance before I forced her onto her knees.
And the closer that woman’s body pressed against my own, the harder it became to control my cock.
“We’re leaving town?” she asked.
