Page 88 of Cruel Debts
Keehn.
You're kidding,man. You've never held a gun, and you're in the military? That's embarrassing. Here, let me show you how to actually hold that thing, so the others don't make fun of your city boy ass.
I channeledthe things I told him, the way I approached my bonded brother in arms, and redirected them on his sister, hoping the two were similar enough to make it work.
"Okay, so now, what you wanna do is aim down the sights on top, and close one eye, get an idea of how it feels to line that shot up—" I heard the empty click of a dry fire and sighed. "You're not supposed to fire yet."
Her face turned a nice shade of pink. "Sorry. I got excited. But I thought we just loaded it?" She stared at the thing like it was damaged. "How come the bullet didn't come out?"
I pointed to the little red clip on the side. "That's the safety. And yours is still on, thank god. That means the bullet won't engage until you flip it to the other direction." My brows furrowed. "Not yet, though. Please leave that until I tell you to."
"Ugh,fine."Good lord, with a put-upon sigh like that and the epic eye rolls she pulled on a regular basis, it was a wonder her parents hadn't strangled her ass yet. Probably too vital for her to stay alive as the last living heir to choke the life out of.
I could see how she might've tested a man's patience. Maybe Keehn left to get a break.
Har har har.
"Trinity, you're going to have to hold your arms straight when you use it. If you slack your arms, you'll open yourself up for terrible aim and recoil." She didn't correct her pose, so I moved up behind her, guiding her arms with my own. "No, no, like this."
I could feel every inch of her body against mine as I positioned her, but I schooled myself not to react. Doing so would only make things more difficult. This wasn't the time to indulge in some stupid fantasies I had no business having about Keehn's sister. Not with a loaded gun in her hands and impatience the breadth of the Grand Canyon.
"Am I holding it right?" she asked suddenly, her eyes finding mine over her shoulder. "I feel like I'm not doing it right."
Her fingers were too high on the handle. "Move these down a bit," I said, nudging them with my pinky. When she did as I instructed, her eyes lit up, and she turned back to the gun, to the target, and wriggled in my embrace.
Wriggled like a fucking worm on a hot concrete pad in summertime.
"This feels much better, Liam!" Her laughter and excitement were contagious, infectious, and there was a brief moment where I imagined her as a plague, infecting me and the others. Digging into our DNA.
By the time we were too sick to do anything about it, she'd be a part of us. Getting rid of her would be impossible.
"Steady your breathing," I demanded, forcing my chest against her back. "Breathe with me. In. Out."
Feeling her breathe with me, when I'd instructed her to do just that, shouldn't affect me so much. It shouldn't make my knees weak. It shouldn't make my cock twitch in my pants. But something about the way it felt so right, like we were in tune with one another on a whole new level. It made me wonder about other ways in which we might be perfect fits for each other.
Would she fit against me like this if I fucked her? If I gave in and let her into my bed? Would she clench around me when I slid home inside her, the perfect fit on my dick? Would her soft sighs complement my grunts and groans? Would she?—
"Liam?"
I shook myself from the thoughts swirling in my brain and returned to her, my mind scattered at the most inconvenient time. "Yeah?"
"How long are we supposed to breathe before we actually get to the shooting part?"
Impatient.
Just like her brother.
Come on,Sentry! I wanna shoot the damn thing already. Why do I need to know how to take it apart and reassemble it if the goal is to use it? Who cares if I'm fast?
Always eager to get tothe end.
"Okay, Trinity, this is the part where you must pay close attention, okay?" Steeling myself for the recoil I'll feel through her body into mine, I shifted a foot to the back and twisted my hip to absorb most of the fallout. She'd likely panic when the gun kicked, like every first timer, and I'd have to steady her. "You wanna take a deep breath, aim, let that breath out, and when you're out of air, hold your breath and press the trigger."
Her breasts brushed against the sides of my arms as she took that breath, took her aim, steadied herself, and breathed out. I realized belatedly I'd forgotten to have her take the safety off, and another dry fire echoed out around us as she flinched away from the gun before it even fired.
"Shit."
She closed her eyes, sighing in embarrassment. "Oops."
