Page 1 of Tank
CHAPTERONE
TANK
Standing in position, I feel the cool metal in my hands and the weight and power. Lifting my arms I line my target up and slowly close my fingers over the trigger. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, I pull the trigger. The bullets leave the gun, and I feel the kick through my arms. Smirking, I keep going until I’ve emptied the clip. Bringing my arms down and placing the gun on the table in front of me, I check out my target.Not bad.
I love coming to the shooting range. This is my place. It calms and centers me when life around me gets too much. The power and adrenaline I feel when shooting is out of this world. It blankets me with a calming feeling where I can focus.
Walking over to where they keep the new targets, I spot a woman in the end booth. Her legs are encased in tight, leather pants that seem to go on for miles, my eyes find the juiciest ass I just wanna squeeze. I can feel my jeans getting a little tight and resist the urge to rearrange. I keep my eyes moving over that biteable ass. She’s wearing a Harley t-shirt that’s been customized, as I’m sure they don’t sell them with that many tears in them. Her tits grab my attention next, definitely more than a handful and perfect. Moving further, I catch the start of her long, blonde hair hanging down her back. I groan, thinking about wrapping it around my fist while I devour her. Finishing my eye-fucking, because let’s be honest, that’s exactly what this is, I find her face, which causes me to stutter. Well fuck me, she’s beautiful. Stunning, full pouty lips, a little nose, and high cheekbones.
Taking a step back, I watch her handle the gun like a pro. My jeans are definitely strangling my cock now. Her stance and the strength in her toned arms as she lifts the gun is spot on. I watch her take a deep breath and center herself, and she pulls the trigger. Moving a little closer to get a better look, the power in her arms is beautiful to watch. Someone has taught this woman how to handle a gun well. Moving so I can get a better look at her target, I’m blown away. The kill shot is dead center, and the rest, spot on the heart. This chick is not messing around. Lowering the gun, she turns and sees me. Her full lips lift up into a smirk as she heads past me to where the targets are kept. Watching her like a creep, I finally find my voice.
“Mighty impressive shooting there, darlin’.”
Turning to face me, she tilts her head to one side.
“You sound surprised?”
This sounds like a question, and that head tilt is cute as fuck.
“Not at all, darlin’. Just giving a compliment where it’s due.”
Fuck, I’m getting harder the longer she stares at me.
“Well, thank you for the compliment. You’re not too bad yourself,” she replies with that sexy as fuck smirk back on her lips.
Walking past me, she heads back to her booth. I watch her replace the target and set herself up again. This time she picks an Eagle instead of the revolver she had been using. The gun looks too large in her little hands, but again she handles it like a pro. I need to know more about this chick.
Once she’s finished her shots, she clears her booth. Packing her guns back up in a black case. I’m still standing watching her. Fuck, I’m turning into a creeper. A woman has never held my attention like this before. There is just something about her, and I can’t put my finger on what it is. I just want to know everything about her. As she walks back past me, her arm grazes mine, and the electricity that flies between us has me sucking in a breath. She stops, and a shiver goes through her as she turns to look at me. There is something in her bright, blue eyes, but within a second, it’s gone. Too quick for me to work out what it meant. I need to stop her from leaving. I’m not ready to end our short time together.
“You could teach me a few things,” I state.
There’s that head tilt again, causing me to swallow a groan.
“Is that right, biker boy?”
Smirking, she’s clearly been taking me in too.
“Darn right, sweetheart,” I reply.
“Pandora,” she states.
“Huh?” I ask, puzzled.
“My name, biker boy. My name is Pandora.”
Fuck, this chick has fire. Her name suits her.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” I tell her with a smile.
Her laugh is a cackle, but Jesus Christ, if it doesn’t suit her.
“Fuck biker boy, does that cheesy shit actually work?” she says between laughs.
Yeah, she’s going to make me work for it.
“It’s not cheesy when it’s the honest truth.” There’s that laugh again. “Let me take you for a drink?”
“Sorry, biker boy, you’ll have to try harder than that,” she says as she spins on her booted feet and heads for the exit.
