Page 85 of Savage Desires

“Do you still have that video on your phone?” I ask.

“You mean the one of you fucking wrecking the obstacle course?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Of course.”

“Could you please show Tex? He’s got some concerns about my ability to not get dead tomorrow,” I say sardonically.

T.J. shakes his head and hands his phone over with the video cued up. I hit play and hold the phone so Tex and the others can watch.

“Impressive,” Hank says.

“Do you believe me now?” I ask Tex.

He still looks skeptical. I don’t know what else I can do to convince him I can handle myself. I guess it doesn’t really matter because he’s going to have his own part to play tonight and when he sees me in action, he will realize I can hold my own.

“Stubborn fucker,” T.J. mumbles.

He takes his phone back and pulls up another video that I haven’t seen yet. It’s from when I was shooting at the lanes. It starts with Kisten correcting my position. I take the shot and Kisten scrubs a hand down his face. The worry is plain on my face when I look at him as the paper target glides up behind me. There’s a single hole dead center in the forehead.

More of the guys have gathered around trying to watch the video. It seems everyone wants to see me shoot. I’m excited to see how they react. I hope more people are like T.J. than like Tex. I want them to see me as an asset. I’m part of the team whether they like it or not.

I watch myself shoot the second paper until the top of the silhouettes head is missing. Everyone is silently watching to see what happens next. The third target is put up with Kisten’s dots added. This time I’m using a new gun and even with the unfamiliarity I don’t miss a single shot. The guys are murmuring their surprise and how awesome I am. It feels incredible to have people building me up instead of degrading me.

“Have you seen enough yet?” T.J. asks Tex with a less than friendly tone.

“She should be fine,” Tex says. I’m not one hundred percent sure, but there might be a little bit of admiration in his eyes when he says it. I’m taking it as a win either way.

“She’ll be more than fine. She’s going to outshoot us all,” Gunner says.

“Is that a challenge?” I ask.

Kisten growls. “No challenges.”

I pout at him. “I like challenges.”

“Focus on keeping yourself safe. That’s the challenge.”

“Yes, sir,” I say cheekily.

His cock twitches under my ass and he squeezes my thigh in warning. I wiggle a little like I’m finding a more comfortable position which earns me a nip on my ear. “Behave, love. I’d hate to have to spank you right here in front of all your new friends before fucking you,” he whispers for my ears only.

My whole body flushes with heat. I’ve been naked in front of an audience a lot having all kinds of things done to me, so it surprises the hell out of me when I’m not completely appalled by the idea. Kisten broke through the wall I had around my sexuality and now it’s like I’m starving for orgasms.

I jump when the door swings open and slams against the wall. Over a dozen guns are pulled and pointed at the door where Hera is standing holding a large, giftwrapped box.

“Now this is a welcome! Kisten take note, greeting guests with guns good, greeting guests with dick bad,” she says then laughs manically when he looks at her like he wants to kill her.

“You let yourself into my fucking bedroom while we were sleeping. Not my fault that you saw my dick.”

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s a good dick. And that pussy…” she kisses her fingertips… “chef’s kiss. A total masterpiece.”

My face turns a million shades of red. “Hera!” I shout.

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling. Everyone here has either seen a pussy or has one. Well, maybe not Rat.” She waves her hand like dismissively in his direction. Before he can charge across the room, Deuce puts a firm hand on his shoulder. Considering there’s already a knife in Hera’s hand it’s a damn good thing he stopped him. How she was able to balance the box in one hand while magically pulling the knife, I’ll never know. Maybe she’ll teach me her tricks.

Hera sets the big box in front of me. “Tada!”

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