Page 37 of Riggs
Chapter Fifteen
Riggs
It's Sunday morning. Luna is still in the bedroom, getting dressed, while I whip up some breakfast. Pouring batter into the waffle iron, I close the lid, and turn back toward the stovetop and tend to the strips of bacon sizzling in the frying pan. I'm taking her to the indoor shooting range today, but she doesn't know that yet.
Hearing bare feet pad across the living room floor, I look up from my task and see Luna's smiling face heading my way. Turning the burner off, I scoop the bacon from the pan, placing them on a plate lined with paper towels to soak up the excess grease and set the plate to the side on the counter. Rounding the small kitchen island, I pull her body into mine. She's wearing cutoff jeans with an off the shoulder shirt, paired with a pair of brown loosely laced combat boots. "You look beautiful, Mon Tresor." Bending I kiss the shallow of her neck and feel her skin prickle from my touch. Looking at me, she runs her fingers through my beard, before wrapping her fingers around it, pulling my lips to hers, kissing me. My body reacts. Grabbing her ass, I knead her flesh as my tongue dances with hers. I'll never get enough of kissing this woman — my woman.
When the kiss ends, Luna's eyes twinkle with mischief as she runs her fingers along the length of my cock, causing me to hiss. "Careful woman," I raise a brow, warning her.
She smirks. Her hands come between us as she tells me, "or what?" Luna pretends innocence.
"Lose the shorts," I order. I watch as Luna unfastens the button of her shorts, and slowly slides the zipper down. She removes her panties along with them, letting both articles of clothing slide down her legs to the floor. Lifting her, I sit her on top of the kitchen island. Bringing her to the edge, I spread her legs.Fuck. She's already ready for me.With the pad of my thumb, I circle her clit. Throwing her head back, she moans. Leaning forward, Luna hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my joggers, pushing them down over my hips and ass, until my cock springs free. And fuck I damn near explode when she wraps her hand around it and rubs her clit with the head of my dick, using me to pleasure herself. For a moment, all I do is watch. My woman is a little dirty, and I fucking love it.
Without warning, I take control and slowly bury my length inside her. With Luna's hands on my shoulders, she looks between us, watching as I fuck her. Reaching down, I circle her clit and feel her walls tighten around my cock as her orgasm rips through her body, causing me to explode with my release. Dipping her head, Luna runs her soft lips along the side of my neck, nipping at my flesh a few times before I capture her mouth with mine. This woman fucking owns me.
After our pre-breakfast workout, I finish preparing our food. "Let's sit out on the balcony and enjoy our meal." I sign, then rest my forehead against hers for a moment. My hands run up and down her arms. I still can't believe she's mine. Softly kissing the top of her head, I step around her. Going to the refrigerator, Luna grabs the orange juice from the shelf. Taking down two glasses from the cabinet, she fills them, places the juice back in the refrigerator, and carries our drinks outside. After preparing our plates, I grab some forks from inside the dishwasher and join my woman.
There's a warm breeze this morning, and a heaviness in the air. Sitting across from Luna, I watch her place the first bite in her mouth. She doesn't shy away from enjoying her food, which is another thing I love about her. There it is again. Love. Never thought I'd find myself falling in love, yet here I am, aching to spend the rest of my life with the woman in front of me. The sun rising behind her, casts a golden halo around her long blonde hair. Raising her fork to her mouth with another bite of waffle, Luna catches me staring at her. Her head tilts to the side, and she smiles. Luna smiles because she knows. Her free hand skirts across the table and she hooks her pinky with mine, and we say nothing.
Hearing my phone ringing from inside, I reluctantly break our connection and sign, "I'll be right back." Walking inside, I grab my phone from the charging pad and answer. "How's it going, Fender?"
"How's it going, Prez? Listen, I'm about to send Track down to the gun range to set shit up. You have a specific piece of equipment you'd like your woman to practice with? If so, I'll make sure everything is ready to go when we get there," Fender says.
Turning, I stroll back outside. "Yeah, get her a small handgun. She needs something that will fit her hand comfortably and won't give her much kickback," I tell him.
"Good choice. Alright, brother. The rest of us men will meet you two down there in a couple of hours." Fender disconnects the call, and I set the phone down on the table beside my plate and take my seat.
"Everything okay?" Luna questions.
"Yeah, babe. Everything is fine. I'm taking you to the shooting range with me and the guys today," I sign.
"Oh yeah? Do you practice often?" she asks, then takes a sip of her juice.
"The guys and I go every weekend. You're learning how to use a firearm today as well," I add, and her eyes widen.
"Me?"
I eat a few bites of my breakfast before explaining further. "It's important you know how to defend yourself." I expect Luna to argue, but she surprises me.
"Okay," she agrees.
A couple of hours later, I have my woman, on the back of my bike, pressed firmly against my back, with my free hand stroking her calf as we cruise down the city streets of New Orleans. When Luna and I roll up in the parking lot of Kings Tactical, we find Wick, Fender, and Kiwi standing next to their bikes laughing as they shoot the shit with one another. I pull my bike alongside the others, put the kickstand down, and turn off the engine. Wick walks up.
"Hey, brother." He faces Luna. "Luna," he nods.
"What the hell you three doin' standing out here in this inferno?" I ask as the heat of the sun beats down on my back.
"The three of us were at the clubhouse this morning, so we rode in together. Just got here a few minutes before you pulled in. You that eager for me to whip your ass at target practice?" Wick grins, as I help Luna off the bike.
"We wait long enough, they'll start comparing dick sizes too," Kiwi laughs. He isn't wrong. Wick and I get competitive with one another. I laugh along with them, then pull my woman to my side. She looks at me and smiles.
"You ready, babe?" I ask.
"Yeah. I'm kind of excited."
I grin. Grabbing her face in the palm of my hands, I crash my mouth down on hers, leaving her breathless and my heart pounding. Hearing throats clear, I remember we are not alone, and Luna blushes. Taking her by the hand, I lead her through the store toward the entrance of the shooting range found in the second half of the large building. Fender pulls the heavy door open. We enter a lit room protected by bulletproof glass and reinforced walls that separates us from the shooting range on the other side. "Fender, didn't you send Track down here to get shit set up?" I look around noticing the tables in the room are empty of supplies and the range is cloaked in darkness.
"You saw his bike sitting out front, Prez. Maybe he's in the supply room." Fender looks puzzled. Wick opens the door to the range and flips the switches on the wall. One by one, the ten separated cubicles light up followed by the range out in front of us. Luna's grip on my hand tightens to the point her nails are digging into my flesh. Undeniable fear crosses her face when I look at her. Her eyes locked dead ahead with tears pooling in them. Turning my head, I follow her line of sight. Down at the far end of lane ten, hangs the unmoving body of Track. "Kiwi, get Luna out of here and into the safe room. Now!" Rage burns in my gut. Stepping in front of her, I block Luna from seeing more as Fender and Wick rush to our brother. "Baby," I grab her face making her pay attention. "Go with Kiwi." She frantically shakes her head no. "Luna," I sign, being firmer with my movements. "Go." Kiwi quickly guides her down the hallway, to the built-in safe room we had put in when we built the place. Always be prepared for anything. Right?
