Page 28 of Lucky Boys
Apparently, not now, though, because Skye led me past that gated area, around some garden that looked like it belonged in Versailles, and past a no shit, for real gazebo. Who the fuck had a gazebo at their house?
“Skye . . . ” I whined. “Can you tell me where we’re going?”
He looked at me over his shoulder, grinning. “Nope.”
I rolled my eyes and continued to pout, but I really didn’t mind. It was nice out, and it was good to be out of the house. It might have been huge, but it still felt suffocating when I knew I was pretty much stuck. Finally, we got to a range of some sort. Most of it looked like any normal gun range, but there were two additional sections with wooden targets that weren’t positioned as far away. Thankfully, Skye headed there.
Next to the targets was a weapons safe. Skye put in the code and then opened it. I took a step closer, whistling at all the goodies.
“Holy fuck.” I couldn’t help it. I reached out, brushing my hand lightly across the sheaths. There was just about everything in there, from small throwing knives to machetes and axes.
“Can I?” I asked Skye, trying and failing to contain my excitement.
“Of course. That’s why I brought you here. I figured you were like me and preferred something physical to let out your stress. It was between this and fucking you. Since I wasn’t sure how you felt about that, this won out.”
My head snapped up to Skye. He looked completely serious. “Um, is option number 2 still on the table?”
Skye laughed. “After we talk some, and I talk to Luca and Mav, then absolutely. In the meantime, throw some weapons, Brooks.”
He was gonna trust me with an axe after gettingthatin my head? Seriously? Like I didn’t already have 5,000,362 questions before Skye had dropped that bomb, casual as you please. I eye-fucked Skye, making it very clear I was still on board with the other option. When he only responded with an eyebrow raise and a gesture to the safe. I grumbled about him being a tease but was honestly a little too excited to put too much heat into it. I picked up one of the axes.
I’d never thrown these before. They weren’t practical weapons; it wasn’t like I could hide one on me, like my knives. But I also really couldn’t resist the chance to play with it.
I tested the weight in my hands a few times. It was pretty heavy. I would have to adjust my throw to make up for it.
I stepped away from the safe and Skye and moved over to the target. I didn’t throw yet, just spent a little time adjusting my stance and seeing what was comfortable. Skye didn’t say a word, just watched me with a heated stare that, if he continued, was going to make throwing this thing even harder.
I flashed him a saucy smile. “If you keep watching me like that, I’m going to have a very public boner very soon.”
Skye waved his hands. “Public? This is private property, sunshine. Only things around us are trees. And trust me, they have seen way more than an erection.”
Okay . . . now I had even more questions, that I clearly wasn’t getting answered. Damn this man.
I picked up the axe. Throwing axes. And knives. Playing with weapons and getting my mind off the people going after my brother and me and, maybe even more importantly, Luca Castellano. Definitely not thinking about what Skye would look like without clothes and how filthy he probably was when he fucked. Nope, not thinking about that at all . . .
It was probably no surprise to anyone that my first throw missed the target, by a lot. Couldn’t help that I was distracted. The second was better, and by the third, I actually hit the bottom of it.
“That’s it, sunshine! You got this.”
I looked over, a little out of breath. Damn, this was a workout. “Can you do this?”
Skye shot me a flirty grin. “Wanna see?’
“Fuck yes.”
Skye took the axe from me, stood in front of the target, and threw it effortlessly. I swore the motherfucker hadn’t even aimed. Of course it had landed right in the center with a loud thunk. I groaned. It was as hot as it was annoying.
“It was a fluke,” I told him, even if I didn’t believe it.
Skye’s eyes lit up. “Oh, is that a challenge? Bring me any of the weapons there. I guarantee I’ll hit the center of the target.”
Oooh, this sounded fun. “Bet!” I scanned the safe and found a bulkier blade with a heavy hilt, not meant for throwing. I handed it to Skye, who just smirked. Then the smug bastard hit the center of the target again.
After five more weapons, and five more perfect shots, I was desperate to find a way to get him off his game . . . and also horny as fuck. Seriously, this was better than watching porn. Competence was hot. Danger was hot. Combine them in one sexy package? Yes fucking please.
“You know you’re not human, right?” I grumbled after a while. Skye laughed and took a sip of water.
“I just practice a lot. My dad was somewhat of a survivalist.”
