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A smile curves her lips, and she teases me, “I can think of a couple of things.” She gives me a seductive look. “You could teach me how to shoot a gun?”
Hearing her request, my eyebrow lifts. “That’s a good idea.”
I switch off the faucets, and grabbing towels, I hand one to Cami. We quickly dry off before walking to the bedroom to get dressed.
When I pull on a pair of gray sweatpants, her eyes light up with desire while she puts on her shorts, T-shirt, and sneakers.
I grab two guns and a box of ammo before we head to the space behind the cabin.
“You should wear shoes,” she says as we stop a couple of yards from the treeline.
“I’m fine,” I reply while checking the Glock before handing it to her.
Cami flexes her fingers around the handle. “It looks heavier than it feels.”
Moving closer, I point out sections of the weapon. “This is the safety. You have to flip it this way before you can fire the gun. Always keep the safety on unless you intend to shoot someone.” Cami nods, eagerly taking in the information. “You press this to release the clip.”
I demonstrate how to release and load the clip, then say, “Now you do it.”
She carries out the order and checks with me to see if she did it right. I give her a nod, which makes her smile.
I take a shooting stance and lift my Heckler & Koch to eye level. “Dead leaf hanging from the left branch.” Firing the shot, the leaf disappears along with the bullet.
“I need a bigger target,” she mutters while glancing around.
I almost chuckle as I point to a branch. “Aim and shoot.”
Cami lines up the barrel with her sight, and when she pulls the trigger, the weapon clicks.
“Safety,” I remind her. “Never forget the safety.”
“Sorry.” She flips the lever, then aims again.
This time the shot echoes through the air, and Cami stumbles backward.
I move in behind her and place my hand on her hip. “That’s called a recoil. With the next shot, don’t move.”
“Where did the bullet go?” she asks.
“Fuck if I know.”
A chuckle escapes her, but she lines up the next shot. I feel her body tense, and when she fires the weapon, only her arms jerk.
“Good, now keep your arms still,” I order.
“Yes, sir,” she murmurs seductively.
With the third shot, Cami manages to keep still, only her hands making the slightest movement.
“Very good,” I praise her. “Now, actually try to hit the branch.”
Unable to resist the urge to distract her, I brush the barrel of my Heckler & Koch down her abdomen.
She fires another shot that disappears to God-only-knows where.
“Again,” I order as I push the barrel of the gun between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit.
“You’re not making this easy,” she complains.
