Page 43 of Sniper

It would all be manageable if this was just me being dickmatized by really great orgasms and the perfect cock. Hell, I’d tried to convince myself for weeks that’s all it was. It had been a long damn time since a man touched me like I mattered andput my pleasure first, and I told myself that’s all it was. But the truth was that these feelings—stupid feelings—only intensified when we were having sex.

And that scared the hell out of me.

Enough that I hadn’t slept for two days as I thought about leaving the clubhouse and the protection it gave me behind, because I knew the longer I stayed here, the longer I spent time and shared a bed with Sniper, the more those feelings would grow. And none of this was real.

The marriage was legal but that was as far as it went. The sex was really good but that was a physical need, not a manifestation of our love for each other. None of this was real, but to my poor, wounded heart it was starting to feel very real, which was why I considered leaving.

I couldn’t give my heart to a biker again.

I rolled to my side and put my feet on the floor as I pushed up and scanned the room with a heavy heart. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, nothing that my pixie cut was looking a little ragged, but it was my eyes that gave me pause. They were bright and shiny, my cheeks slightly flushed. All the signs of a woman in… deep like. “I can’t so I won’t.” I repeated those five words to myself over and over until the words lost all meaning. I said them until I felt them.

I liked Sniper, that was it. He was a likeable guy, and he was protecting me, of course I liked him.

But it wasonlylike. Nothing more serious than that.

I liked him as a person.

The door opened and there he was, the man who occupied too much of my mind for too many hours each day. “Hey.” His gaze raked over my body and heat flared before he held my stare with a hint of a smile.

“Hey yourself. What’s up?”

“You said you took self-defense classes before, right?”

“Yeah.” I folded my arms and flashed a crooked grin in his direction. “You need backup again?”

“Funny.” His gaze swept the room before settling on me again. “We’re going somewhere.”

“Are we?”

Sniper paused and then nodded before he spoke again. “I want you to come somewhere with me.”

Oh no, no, no.I didn’t know what the hell that deep, polite tone meant but I didn’t like it. I mean, I loved it, which was exactly why I couldn’t let myself like it. “Sure. I don’t have anything else to do.”

“Okay. Good.”

I frowned. “Why are you being weird?”

“Am I?”

I nodded. “You are. What’s going on?” My heart stopped. “Did something else happen?”

“No, nothing like that. Come on and I’ll explain. I promise.” There was something odd about the look in his eyes and my heart skipped a beat before I looked away.

“Five minutes,” I promised and waited until he was gone to freshen up and go wherever we were headed. I didn’t do much other than run a brush through my hair and put some gloss on my lips, okay and spritz some perfume on my pulse points. That was it.

Nothing else.

***

The ride on Sniper’s motorcycle was short but I still enjoyed the way it felt to have my arms wrapped around his waist and my chest pressed to his back. I jumped off when the bike came to a stop and looked up at the sign. “Demon Head Guns? Sounds ominous.”

He laughed. “This is our shooting range and gun store.”

“Okay.”

For the next five minutes Sniper said nothing as he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the shop and down towards the gallery. He had a black metal tray with four different guns on it and two sets of headphones. “You ever shot before?”

I folded my arms defensively. “We both know if I had, I wouldn’t be here right now.” Damn that sounded bitchy. “Sorry.”

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