Page 59 of Caught By Menace

“Because I’m rather fond of your beautiful eyes and I’m sure you like being able to hear,” he replied. “Once we’re in the shooting area,” he gestured to the stations on the far end of the room, “you’ll wear that gear or else you won’t get to fire your weapon.”

She perked up at that tidbit. “My weapon?”

Menace nodded. “Venom brought it down earlier. Vicious and Admiral Orion finally got around to stamping my permit. I know this is your firearm, but technically it’s mine now. That means I’m responsible for it which means that after firing it today it goes right into the gun safe in our quarters.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll bring you to the range as often as possible.” Menace unlocked the armory gun safe. Unlike the small box in their closet, this safe was actually a room with walls covered in weapons. He kept at least two models of every weapon within the current Harcos arsenal in the safe, one for testing and the other for teaching.

Naya’s small firearm was in a drawer near the door. He retrieved the unloaded weapon and removed four magazines from a nearby drawer. He didn’t keep many of these old-school projectile rounds on the ship. They were so antiquated that only he and Venom had any proficiency with the projectile weapons.

“Before I give this to you, we need to discuss the safety procedures down here.” Menace pocketed the magazines and carried the gun out of the safe. As he led Naya to a shooting station, he walked her through the rules and regulations of the range. To be sure she was paying attention, he made her repeatthem and quizzed her on what to do if she had a jam or a misfire. Satisfied with her answers, he instructed her to put on her safety gear and handed over her weapon and one magazine.

Like an expert marksman, Naya checked the weapon. Holding it with the muzzle pointed downrange, she pulled back the slide along the top of the barrel twice to ensure the chamber was empty. Satisfied it was clear, she examined the magazine to be sure it had been loaded properly. She smacked the magazine into place, racked the slide again to force a round into the chamber and ran her finger over the safety to ensure it was locked.

“Fuck, Naya,” Menace swore loudly. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She laughed and shot him an amused grin. “Whatever happened to your no bad language rule?”

“Yeah, that went right out the window the second you picked up that gun and showed it who was boss.” Menace moved behind her and touched the target control built into the station’s frame. “If your aim is as good as mine, it’s all over, honey. I might have to take you right here.”

Naya glanced over her shoulder. “You’re joking.”

Gripping her hips, Menace pressed his erection against her soft backside. “Does that feel like a joke?”

“No, but it sure feels like a violation of your range safety rules.”

Laughing, Menace put on his safety glasses and headphones. He tapped her shoulder twice to let her know she was clear to fire. She flicked off the safety, took aim and fired her first round. She hit close to the center target, close enough to tell him that she knew exactly what she was doing with that gun. She popped off two more and moved closer to the highest target value.

When she’d emptied the first magazine and stopped to reload, Menace took the opportunity to adjust her stance. “You’re a damn good shot but you could be even better.”

To his surprise, she didn’t give him her usual attitude when he tried to correct her.

“Show me.”

Menace wasn’t about to pass up the chance to teach her or to put his hands on her hips and arms. Ever the good student, Naya followed his instructions to the letter and vastly improved her accuracy and precision. By the end of the fourth magazine, he was already making plans to bring her back and let her try out different firearms in the arsenal.

Back in the gun safe, he reloaded the four magazines and tucked them into their drawers. He made quick adjustments to the inventory and did a final sweep of the range to make sure everything was cleared away and tidied. The layers of ballistics gel and magnets behind the projectile targets had caught the bullets fired by her. The spent casings were nabbed by the vacuum sensors on the floor of the shooting station.

“Thank you,” she said as he closed down the range and locked the door. “This was actually a really sweet thing for you to do.”

Menace tucked her unloaded firearm into his empty thigh holster. “I knew the moment I Grabbed you that you were the woman for me.”

“Oh really?” Now she was laughing at him.

“Yes.” He snatched her by the waist and dragged her into the small engineering access room just inside his office. “Any woman that thinks an afternoon at the gun range is sweet is a woman after my heart.”

Giggling, Naya kissed him. “Why are we in a closet?”

“Why do you think?” The blinking lights from the ship’s systems and the miles of communication conduits and cables glowed all around them.

“I think we’re going to get into trouble. Aren’t there cameras all over this ship?”

“Not in here,” he answered. “There’s too much interference from all this stuff to let them work properly. Now lift up your skirt and let me take off your panties.”

“Menace!” she hissed. “We can’t have sex in here.”

“We can and we are.” He dropped to his knees and shoved her skirt out of the way. If she wanted to play hard to get, he would just have to play harder. He gripped her inner thighs and forced them wide apart. The soles of her shoes whooshed as they slid across the slick floor. He grasped the fabric of her panties and pulled it out of the way.

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