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“Watching you with that gun was the sexiest fucking thing I ever saw in my life.”
Her grin lights up her whole face. “Really?”
“Really,” I say, zipping myself up. “And my brother’s coming over because he’s better at shooting than I am.”
He’s better at shooting than anyone.
Actually, we’ll see about that.
I fist her hair at the nape of her neck and lift her, giving her a hard kiss. “And when you’re with him I want you to remember exactly who you belong to.”
Her lower lips sticks out. “Why him? Why can’t you teach me?”
I bend and kiss her cheek, then her jaw, then her lips again. “Because you’re a better shot than I am, Princess.”
A smile tugs at her lips, her eyes alight with the thrill of what’s just happened. “I know.”
I slap her ass. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I lean in and whisper in her ear. “He’s here. I saw his car pull up. You remember the way my cock felt in you. You’re still wet from me. Remember you’remine.”
When Nikko arrives, his sharp, assessing gaze sweeps over Harper with an intensity that might have intimidated someone else. Harper only smiles at him.
“What do you need?” he asks me.
“You see that target?”
He grunts.
“That was her first try.”
He scoffs. “Right.”
“I’m serious.”
“Oh, really?” he asks, clearly a skeptic. “Let’s see, then.”
Wordlessly, he goes to the remnants of the target and replaces it with a series of much smaller, far more intricate patterned plates.
“Show me.”
Harper nods, her demeanor unflustered, as Nikko explains the tasks that would challenge even the most seasoned marksman. “First, you’ll hit the smallest target at the edge.” It’s a fucking dot from here. “Then, no pausing, you’ll switch to the other targets I’ve set up. These are designed and positioned to mimic unpredictable movements. Real-life targets don’t have bullseyes painted on them.”
She rolls her eyes which makes him clench his jaw, but she’s my wife, not his. He can fuck off.
“If you manage that, I’ve placed an explosive target at the farthest distance. You hit that and you’ll be rewarded with an explosion. And,” he says with a reluctant nod, “my respect.”
It’s a daunting challenge. Fuck knows I’d fail. My heart pounds with pride when she lifts her weapon and simply nods. “Got it.”
Got it?
Without hesitation, she shifts. Once again, it’s as if her body is fused with the gun, as if they’re one. She pulls the trigger. The bullets whiz through the air with a surgeon’s precision as she hits every goddamn target.
“Fuck,” Nikko mutters under his breath. “Kak ona eto uzna???”
How did she learn this?
