Xavier’s first round reverberates through the range, and I look down the lane to see how he did. My eyebrows jump when I see he put it straight through the center. Damn, this may not be as big of a shutout as I thought it would be, but I have putin many hours in the range, shooting out my frustration when I haven’t been able to get bloody. I still think I can beat them.
“Hmm, really?” I try to sound uninterested, but in truth, I’m fascinated, though not really unsurprised. Xavier is the strong silent type, but I bet there is a carefully curled ball of violence underneath all of his control. There’s a sniper range at the lake house where Mickey and Maeve are hiding out, but I won’t bring strangers there just because I want to see him in action. I wonder where the two of them got their skills from.
Xavier takes his shot four more times, and his groupings are even closer than Tristan’s. I’m going to have to hit the bullseye every time if I want to win this thing—not that I can’t do it, but I’m in two minds now with the bet. Dinner was kind of nice, and having them around isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It’s nice to have company other than Gio, Sage, Suzy, and Ben. I wish this happened in a week’s time so I knew for sure one way or another whether or not I want them in my space. I’ll just have to do my best.
Xavier brings his target forward and takes it down before turning and raising an eyebrow at me. “Feeling worried yet?” he asks as he holds it out for me to inspect.
“Well, I can’t say that’s not impressive.” I let my eyes run up and down his body suggestively, and his hand clenches the target. “Very impressive, but I’m pretty sure I can do a little better than that.”
Tristan’s mouth drops open in surprise, and Xavier scoffs, “To do better, you would have to put all five rounds through the same hole.”
I shrug. “Yeah, and?” I load another target and send it to the back of the lane before taking my position, gripping my weapon with both hands. I relax my shoulders and spread my feet.
“No fucking way,” Tristan argues.
Closing one eye, I line up the bullseye, knowing this barrel has a small kick to the left. I compensate slightly and squeeze the trigger, and my first round goes through the center of the target before slamming into the backstop.
I don’t wait too long before I take the next shot. This one goes through the same hole but slightly to the left, gouging a big center hole through the target. I feel both guys step closer to me, like they need to see the next shot better, but I don’t let them distract me. My third shot finds the center again, and I smile, knowing I’ve got this in the bag.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Tristan grab Xavier and kiss him. I take another moment to calm my racing heart, not wanting to be distracted. I don’t even turn my head to get a better look, my focus on winning the bet.
“You were so sexy holding that gun. I can’t wait to get down on my knees tonight and show you,” Tristan says loudly. I’m pretty sure they are trying to distract me, so I do my best to ignore them, but now I have dirty visions of them living rent free in my head.
Just as I’m about to squeeze the trigger, Xavier replies, “You look so pretty on your knees when I’m skull fucking you.” My whole body jolts, and I squeeze the trigger, and the fucking shot goes wide, completely missing the target and slamming into the backstop two lanes over.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I feel a hand on my hip. I turn my head, and Tristan is smirking at me. “Well, Tori, that completely missed. Did something distract you? There’s no coming back from that. Looks like Xavi wins.”
I huff and put my gun down, propping my hands on my hips. “You play dirty,” I grumble, and he winks at me.
“You have no idea how dirty I play. Time to pay up.”
“Fine then, a kiss for each of you, right?” I ask. My palms get sweaty, and I wipe them on my lounge pants. I step up to Tristanand put my hands on his shoulders, planning on giving him a quick kiss on the lips, but he shakes his head and pushes me back against the ledge in the booth.
“Uh-uh, not so fast now. Xavi and I are in charge now.” Gone is his playful flirtatiousness, and in its place is an intensity that I haven’t seen in him before. “And we never specified which lips we were kissing you on.” He bends and tugs my pants down, revealing the cotton panties I put on after my bath.
“What the hell?” I yelp and go to grab my pants, but Tristan grabs my hands and leans in to whisper in my ear.
“Be a good girl and pay your dues, and we will make sure you are taken care of.” His words brush across my earlobe, and goosebumps erupt on my arms. I consider just lifting a knee and nailing him in the balls, but if I’m being honest with myself, I want to see where this goes.
He lifts me onto the ledge, nudging both guns out of the way before peeling my panties off, leaving me half naked and exposed. I feel myself grow wet as both of them stare at my bare pussy. Tristan smirks and nibbles my neck, and I shudder at the sensation. “Now be a good girl and watch Xavi and I eat our prize.”
Xavier drops to his feet and shuffles forward, dragging his tongue through my wet folds before groaning. “How does she taste, my love?” Tristan looks down at his boyfriend.
“Like heaven,” Xavier growls before driving his tongue deep inside me.
“Well, don’t hog all the room.” Tristan grabs my head and kisses me hard, the dual sensations of them wreaking havoc with my senses, and I can’t help the loud moan that escapes my mouth. Tristan pulls away and kneels next to Xavier, pushing my legs wider until I’m spread obscenely in front of them. “Let me have a taste.” Instead of leaning in and sampling from the source, he grabs Xavier’s hair and yanks him away. Hisface glistens with the evidence of my desire as Tristan runs his tongue over his lips before the two of them clash in an aggressive, steamy kiss.
I moan at the sight before me. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.”
“You’re right, she is delicious,” Tristan says, pulling away and looking up at me, his eyes heavy with lust. “We’re going to devour you.”
They lean forward in sync, both of their tongues lapping at my folds. My eyes just about roll back in my head, and I almost lose my balance, so I reach out, running my hands through their hair and getting a good grip to keep me upright. Tristan moans as I tug, and it vibrates against my sensitive skin.
“So wet, and so good,” he murmurs as I watch, enthralled at the sight before me. Tristan’s and Xavier’s lips brush together as Tristan moves toward my clit, rolling it beneath his tongue with just the right amount of pressure as Xavier thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking my pussy with wet, probing strokes.
“Oh God, that’s so fucking good.” The words spill from my mouth as the two of them push my pleasure even higher.
“So fucking wet and sweet,” Xavier murmurs as he pulls away and replaces his tongue with two fingers. They share another kiss, my arousal glistening on their faces, and my core throbs, tightening around Xavier’s fingers. “Oh, she likes that a lot.” He smirks against Tristan’s mouth, both of them looking up at me.
