Page 74 of Arrogant Bastard

I place her headphones over her ears and step back and put mine on. “Remember your training. Breathe.”

She nods and steadily raises her gun. The first shot explodes from the muzzle and goes wide, nipping the bottom edge of the target. “That doesn’t count,” she snaps.

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and remain behind her. “Am I putting you off, baby?”

“You wish,” she says, but she catches her lower lip between her teeth in concentration as she lines up another shot. This one is closer to the target. The next one is even better.

Yep, she was rusty, but she’s quickly finding her feet again. I move to my cubicle and grab my gun. I fire three in succession, each hitting the bull’s-eye. The next two stray an inch or two to the left. But the last rounds hit dead center.

She glances over at me as the target reels toward us. “That was a stupid bet,” she mutters.

I laugh under my breath. “Best of five?”

Her lips purse. Then she nods. “You’re on.”

I win the first set. She challenges me to a second set. I win that one too. We take a break while I fetch more bullets. She’s drinking from a water bottle when I return. A few drops slide down the corner of her mouth, land on her chest, and disappear between her breasts.

My GI Jane fantasies roar to life. She reads me loud and clear, and the bottle in her hand quivers as she lowers it. “Killian…what—”

“I’m going to buy you some dog tags,” I promise, my voice thick with arousal. “You’re going to wear them between those beautiful tits. I’ll get you some combat boots too. Those scuffed-up ones with the thick heels. You’ll wear just the tags and the boots, with your hair tied up like that and those naughty bangs teasing your eyes. And you’re going to sit on my face for a solid hour. You can come as many times as you want.”

A visible tremble rakes her body, and she swallows hard. “And…after that?”

I walk slowly over to her, pluck the bottle from her fingers, and take a long drink. “I’m tying that long hair around my arm, and I’m fucking you from behind…in both holes…until one of us passes out.”

She sags against the wall behind her. I catch her around the waist and pull her back up and hold out the bullets. “You ready to go again?”

Her eyes narrow. I laugh and earn myself a punch in the arm. “Just for that I’m going to kick your ass this round.”

And she does, and the one after that, by fractions of an inch. But, because I’m the selfish asshole who wants what he wants, I pull out my ruthless streak and win the next four rounds.

She yanks the earmuffs and goggles off in annoyance. “I still say it was a stupid bet.”

I discard my gear and enter her cubicle, my eager gaze seeking out and finding what I crave. “Stupid or not, I believe I have a prize coming to me.”

She slowly looks over her shoulder at me. “And what’s that?”

“You know what the sight of that ass in those shorts has been doing to me for the last four hours?” My voice is as thick as the needy bulge growing in my pants.

Her lips part on a quick little pant. The sound of it wraps around my cock and squeezes tight. “I asked you a question. Do you?”

She raises her chin. “I’m not a mind reader.”

I smile. Her breathing accelerates even more. “Maybe not, but you’re a body reader. What’s my body saying, sweetheart?”

She makes a show of scrutinizing me from head to toe, her eyes lingering in places that set me on fire. Her gaze snaps back to the front. Her fingers flutter over the items laid out. “Killian, we can’t.”

I step up to her, pressing my crotch against the culprit responsible for my current state. “Tell me you don’t want this bad boy inside you. Tell me you don’t feel this insane hunger that’s killing me.”

The tiniest nudge of her ass against my crotch. But it spells her dooms. “I do. But we can’t do that…here.”

The simple admission after so much resistance is almost my undoing. I bend my knees and settle myself firmly against her until I feel the globes begin to cradle me. “Baby, don’t fuck with me. I dictate how this goes, remember? I won fair and square.”

A saucy smile lifts the corners of her mouth. “Okay. I’m yours. Tell me what you want.”

I want to fall on my knees and shout hallelujah. But I can’t risk not being able to stand if I do. I straighten and trail the backs of my fingers down her arms. “Leave those hands where they are. Grip the edge if you have to, but they leave that shelf and I’m starting again.”

Her breath hitches. “Starting what?”

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