Page 67 of Root

Rush

“Blanks, Jessie.” I say this as she screams.

One of her hands hits between her tits like she can’t breathe.

“I’m okay,” I add, just to be clear.

Like I’m giving anyone a loaded gun to point at me. I’m not an idiot.

Her pretty tits shake as she vibrates with anger.

“You…fucking…asshole. Goddamn you, Rush.”

I point a finger at her. “You pulled the trigger.”

“You told me to!”

“Yeah,” I say, “but you still did it.”

She points at me, nipples included because they’re deliciously hard. I want to suck them again. “I didn’t point at you, fuck head. I pointed to your right. You leapt in front of the bullet like some kind of kamikaze freak.”

“I don’t think you can say that.” Then I grin. “And…”

“What?”

“Blanks.” I spread my hands.

She isn’t looking impressed at my switch out or my joke.

“Give me your gun.”

“I’m not letting someone with your violent issues point a loaded gun at me.” I take it, switch out the rounds. I grin. “We should really up the stakes. I was thinking about tying you to the target and using this. I reach under my bench and pull out a paintball gun. “Fucking you covered in paint might be fun. But I think we can do better.”

“Who said we’re going to fuck?”

“We’re going to fuck.” I look at her. “How about this, whoever gets closest to three bullseyes in a row gets to choose how we do it.”

“Can I have my gun?”

“Are you gonna shoot me, Jessie?”

“No. But I’m going to win.”

I hand her the gun.

The cockiness that blooms on her face is hot. Tragic, because I’m going to destroy it, but hot.

“Or the winner gets to say no sex.” Her eyes narrow.

“Until,” I say, “we have sex.”

“Never.”

“Baby, I already went down on you because you wanted it. To be fair, so did I—”

“To be fair,” she says, “I made you.”

I crowd her and kiss her slowly, a seduction of a kiss that leaves me reeling, too.

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