Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Javier’s eyes went to me. He shrugged once as if to say, ‘what can you do?’ then sauntered off.
“This is such bullshit,” I snapped at Colby. “All I want to do is learn how to defend myself, especially considering my history and all the women dropping dead in this area. Yet I’ve got some over the top, cocky asshole snatching my gun off me.”
Colby’s nostrils flared, but I wasn’t done.
“Or is that just another misogynist thing this club is doing?” I demanded. “If you’re a woman, you can’t patch in, you can’t ride a bike, and delicate females can’t handle the deadly weapon that the superior men shove down the front of their pants?”
“Fuck, you’re a pain in my ass,” Colby muttered.
“If I was still holding that gun, there would definitely be a pain in your ass,” I retorted.
Colby’s eyes twinkled. “And you’re wondering why I took the deadly weapon out of your hands. You can’t learn to shoot if the first thing you do is shoot someone who’s pissing you off.”
I tilted my head. “I disagree,” I said sweetly.
Colby shook his head then lifted the gun, ejected and checked the clip before putting it back together.
“You should learn to shoot,” he agreed. “Because of what happened to you, because of what’s happenin’ to women around here and because men are fuckin’ scumbags.”
My mouth almost fell open in surprise.
“Because men are fuckin’ scumbags, I’m gonna be the only one teaching you how to shoot,” he continued.
I stared at him. “And you’re not a scumbag?”
He grinned. “Not sayin’ that. I’m saying Javier wants to fuck you.”
“He’s allowed to want to fuck me.” I shrugged.
Colby’s grin disappeared. “He is not. I’m gonna teach you or no one.”
I cocked a hip. “So you’re saying you don’t want to fuck me?”
“Didn’t say that,” he replied.
I tried to keep my expression even as my knees trembled.
“I’m gonna be teaching you or no one,” he repeated.
This time it wasn’t hard to keep the irritation on my face. “You’re not the boss of me, nor is anyone in this club. I’m sure there are plenty of other, less fucking annoying, testosterone fueled members who will teach me.”
“No there ain’t,” he replied happily.
I hated his confidence. Hated the inkling I had that he was right. Javier had stood down in a heartbeat when Colby challenged him. Something nonverbal had happened there, something to do with some bullshit outlaw code. I didn’t know everything about the Sons of Templar, but I was beginning to understand a lot.
I regarded Colby. He looked far too serious and far too sexy for his own good.
“What?” he asked, his tone teasing. “Afraid you’re not gonna be able to control yourself?”
I gritted my teeth. “I can control myself,” I lied. “This isn’t gonna transition into me getting into your bed.”
“I know,” Colby agreed quickly. “But your back will probably be grazed by that wall after I fuck you hard against it.” He nodded to the concrete wall of the clubhouse.
My nipples pebbled, and my fingers curled. My pussy clenched as I imagined, vividly, Colby taking me here, in broad daylight. This little shooting range was out of sight from the road for obvious reasons, but the clubhouse itself wasn’t far away. I could still hear the hum of various machines in the shop, the laughter of men.
Anyone could walk up here and see Colby fucking me.
Which made it all the hotter.
“In your dreams,” I rasped. “Now, are you going to teach me, or bore me with basic sexual fantasies?”
Colby’s mouth thinned at my tone, then he scowled at me, holding out the gun.
“First lesson, don’t point a fucking loaded gun at someone unless you intend on shooting them.”
I frowned, taking it off him, making sure to keep it pointed downward.
“Turn around,” he ordered, voice cold.
My skin prickled hot at the command. Something about it sparked an unfamiliar desire, one that I didn’t dare feed.
Yet I obeyed.
I turned, facing the long, narrow space that had been set aside for shooting practice.
“Grip the gun with two hands,” he demanded, voice still cold.
I obeyed, my breathing shallow.
His heat hit my back as did his hard cock.
I sucked in a ragged breath, doing my best to ignore it.
“Got your target?” he murmured in my ear.
I nodded, unable to speak.
“When you’re ready, take a deep breath, then pull the trigger gently as you exhale.”
I held the gun steady for a few seconds, my eyes zeroing in on the target, trying to quiet my heart.
I took a deep breath in then squeezed the trigger lightly as I exhaled.
There wasn’t a loud boom since the gun was equipped with a silencer, but the power propelled me onto my back foot. Right into Colby’s firm body and raging hard-on.
Power radiated through my arm, through my body.
I squinted at the target, seeing a small hole in the outer rim.