Page 13 of Falling for Mr. Corporate

“Maybe we should do this another day,” I told Tate, staring at the row of cans he had lined up for target practice. He had been teaching me how to shoot from yesterday and now I was supposed to be trying my hand at targets. Yesterday had mostly been about the basics, how to care for a gun and how to use it properly. No wonder I never had the drive to own a job. Gun safety wasn’t something to play with and he had made sure I understood that yesterday.

“You’re ready,” he stated with a supportive smile. “Of course, if you don’t want to, we can find something else to do.”

He was being considerate, but I could see that it meant a lot to him that I was willing to take a turn doing something he liked. So, I nodded my agreement that I was ready and smiled back at his grin. He squeezed my shoulder affectionately and I relaxed. Our relationship, if it could be considered that, was full of affectionate gestures and I’d never been happier. Who would have thought I’d find this measure of happiness in these same woods I had railed against? The company made all the difference.

“Okay, here goes.”

I missed the entire first round of his bullets and turned to Tate in embarrassment at my failure.

“We’re just wasting your bullets,” I told him.

“That’s fine. I’ve plenty,” he assured me. “I don’t expect you to get it the first time, Bry. Just try again.”

His encouragement made me want to get it right. So, I reloaded the gun- at least I got that part right and I tried again.

“Yes!” I crowed in delight when I got one of seven beer cans.

“Now only six more to go,” Tate said on a laugh. “Celebration after. Get your ass moving.”

I wiggled it for his benefit, smirking at him over my shoulder when I saw his lustful stare. “Focus, Tate,” I stated with a chuckle.

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” he returned. “If someone would stop flirting.”

I fixed the gun on the next target. “I don’t flirt.”

I heard him scoff aloud. “Yeah, right. I don’t think you can help it. Do you flirt with all the guys in the city?”

I pumped my fist in the air when I got my second beer can. “What guys in the city?” I returned.

“Okay, don’t tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I stated and missed the next couple of shots. “You probably think the worst of me because I let you fuck me the first night I was here, but I’m not promiscuous.”

“Good to know,” he remarked. “But you can still be a flirt and not be promiscuous.”

“Then there’s no problem, is there?” I asked, turning to face him with a raised brow. “Unless you’re jealous.”

He scowled at me. “I’m not jealous.”

“Hmm, I think you are.”

“Just shoot the damn cans!” he growled at me and I laughed knowing I was right.

I concentrated on the other beer cans and only got one before I gave up.

“What are you doing?” Tate exclaimed when I strolled towards the targets. In response, I swept the butt of the gun over the remaining cans, toppling them to the ground before walking back to him and handing him his gun.

“There! All done!”

“Cheater,” he accused and with the hand not holding the rifle, grabbed me by the front of the shirt and towards him.

I knew what was coming and eagerly raised my head to receive his kiss. The last two days, there had been no sex between us, more of cuddling and kissing and talking. All the good stuff that made a relationship last. If only this would last. For now, I’d take what I could get.

I moaned now into his mouth, clutching his shoulder as I went weak in the knees. He reached between our bodies to stroke my hardening dick.

“Bryan!”

Shocked at the sound of the familiar voice calling my name, I stepped back from Tate and spun around. I stared in surprise and a little bit of fear at the confrontation that was sure to follow when I spotted an angry Keith storming towards us.

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