Page 43 of Kissing Danger

This was much more pleasant.

With my hands wrapped around his, I guided Deacon through the process of aiming the gun. Then, with a squeeze of the trigger, the weapon fired. It didn’t hit the bullseye, but we at least managed to leave a hole in the paper target.

Deacon hummed with pleasure as he looked back at me over his shoulder. “Even something so small can have a kick.”

Unable to help myself, I pulled his hips against me and teased several love bites into his neck.

“Any bullet will work if it hits the right spot.”

He tipped his head to the side, silently begging for more of my attention.

I gave him one more kiss, then placed the gun back into his hand.

“So, let’s practice your aim some more.”

It took several clips of ammunition, but eventually Deacon was able to land a hit inside the bullseye with minimal help from me. Once he was comfortable with the Remington pistol, we moved onto others. We briefly experimented with everything, including handguns, revolvers, single-actions, bolt-actions, and even shotguns and assault rifles.

Most of the weapons were practical things that Deacon might possibly encounter if he continued to stand at my side.

There was one weapon on the table, however, I was almost certain he would never encounter. Even if he did end up in a firefight with such a gun, it would only be from a distance.

The Dragunov sniper rifle required a tripod to hold it up on the table. The extra extension on the end of the barrel would have made it look unbalanced if it weren’t for the mounted sight scope that rivaled the size of a telescope lens.

“You’ll have to bend over for this one,” I whispered directly into Deacon’s ear. The effect was probably ruined by the earplugs he was wearing to protect his hearing, but a blush still spread down his neck.

I showed him how to bend down and align the butt of the gun with his shoulders and place his eye against the scope. Once he was in position, I could have stepped back, but it was so muchbetter to plant my feet a little wider and stand directly behind him.

If anyone asked, I was just trying to give him extra stability to brace against.

Deacon only pulled the trigger once. The rifle made little sound, but it kicked hard enough to push him back against me.

“Ow,” he groaned and rubbed his shoulder. “That’s going to leave a bruise. How does anyone fire something like this more than once.”

When the gun jolted him backward, his hips pushed directly against my already eager arousal. I breathed deeply as sparks of pleasure danced up my spine, then leaned down to place my hands on the table to either side of Deacon’s waist.

“You’d get used to it with practice. Although—” I gasped when Deacon wiggled his hips. “A true expert can get the job done with one shot.”

Deacon moaned as I started grinding against him and his head dropped onto the table. His fingers still clung to the girth of the large gun, so just to be safe, I put the safety on and removed the bullets.

His legs spread to give me more space to press closer. Half bent over him, I ran a hand up and down his back while I reached around to unbutton his fly with my other hand.

As soon as his zipper came down, he grabbed my hand.

“I don’t—” He gasped in arousal and thunked his forehead against the table. “I want to. But I don’t know if I can.”

Enfolding his hand within my own, I formed his fingers into a fist and rapped his knuckles against the table.

“If you want to stop, just knock like this. We’ll stop immediately.”

He looked at me over his shoulder with lust-filled eyes. He thought about it for a moment, then nodded, and wriggled his hips again in invitation.

I slipped one hand down the front of his pants and found him just as hard as I was. Possibly even more. With a light, delicate touch, I stroked him until I heard him panting. Then, with the hand not inside his pants, I pushed two fingers past his lips and into his mouth.

He knew exactly what I wanted him to do and started sucking on the digits.

I toyed with his tongue, getting my fingers as wet as possible. His whimpers vibrated against my fingertips, urging me on without a word.

Once I deemed it enough, I pulled my fingers from his mouth and slipped that hand down the back of his pants. Using his own spit as lube, I rubbed between the cleft of his ass and circled around his hole. His whole body trembled, but he didn’t try to push me away or knock against the table to signal for me to stop.

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