Page 39 of Her Marine
“Loosen up on the arrow. You want to hold it, not grip it.”
Journee felt a shiver go down her spine. It didn’t matter how often she heard his voice, how many times he’d whispered in her ear; she’d never get used to it. Because each time he did it, Journee was transported back to the bowling alley where he’d brought her to orgasm from talking to her.
She followed his instructions, letting up on her grip at the end of the arrow. When she held it comfortably in her hand, she gave a little nod to let him know she’d complied with his suggestion.
“Imagine where you want the arrow to go; breathe in, and when you exhale, release it.”
“Just release it?” she questioned.
“Yes. Don’t try to snap it; just let it go. The tension from the bow will propel it forward.”
Journee took in a breath, holding it for a moment. As she released it, she felt Killian nip at her earlobe, and she gasped lightly as she let the arrow go. It sailed forward and stuck into the outermost section of the target.
“That was good for your first try,” Killian responded, stepping away to grab another arrow and hand it to her. He positioned her as he had before. “Try again.”
Journee focused on the target, reminding herself not to grip the end of the arrow but to hold it. She paused for a moment to fix that. She was about to attempt her second shot when Killian spoke, his lips to her ear again.
“This time, slightly turn your body to the left and shift the bow a little.”
As he spoke, he placed his hands on her hips, shifting her body for her as Journee moved the bow some. When he didn’t say anything, she took a deep breath, and this time as she exhaled, Journee felt Killian’s teeth graze her neck. She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her as she released the arrow, barely clipping the target.
Journee glared over her shoulder at him. “Go stand over there,” she told him, pointing in a random direction. “You’re distracting me.”
Killian held his hands up in surrender, took a few steps back, and she grabbed an arrow. Journee got into position, looking over her shoulder to ensure he was still giving her space. She was exhaling, preparing to release the arrow when she felt a hand around her neck and his tongue against her earlobe. Again, Journee moaned, this time a little louder than before, her arrow veering far from the target.
“Killian,” she whined, and he chuckled, releasing her neck. “Behave. I’m trying to learn.”
“I’d believe you if you hadn’t been eye fucking me while I was trying to show you earlier.”
He had her there, but she wouldn’t throw herself under the bus. Instead of saying anything, she shrugged.
Journee placed the bow down before wrapping her arms around his neck. She rose on her toes and kissed him, pulling away when he tried to deepen it.
“Please stop distracting me.” She gave him another peck. “I could put someone’s eye out.”
“Fine,” he responded. “I’ll stop distracting you for now.”
Journee was sure that was the best she would get, so she picked the bow back up, grabbed an arrow, and prepared for her next shot. She did a little happy dance when she was able to get it close to the middle of the target now that he wasn’t distracting her with all of his sex appeal.
They took turns shooting, going back and forth for about an hour, and Journee had to admit, she liked it. She was excited to come back.
When they’d finished, Killian grabbed his jacket, and they made their way toward the entrance, waving to the attendant as they left.
He opened the passenger side door for her and, once she was in, went around to the driver’s side.
“That was fun. Thank you for taking me,” Journee spoke once they were on the road.
“You don’t have to thank me. You asked me to take you, and I’m glad you liked it.”
About fifteen minutes later, Journee noticed they weren’t going toward her house. Instead, Killian pulled into the parking lot of a strip of stores.
“I’ll be right back,” he told her.
Journee nodded, and as she sat in the car and waited for him, she scrolled through her phone. When he returned, he opened the back driver-side door placing a bag on the floorboard before getting back in. Journee could smell the delicious aroma of food.
Ten minutes later, they were pulling up to the park he’d brought her to, and Journee couldn’t help but smile. She remembered saying something about them having a picnic the next time they returned.
Getting out of the car, Journee took the food from Killian as he opened the trunk and pulled out a blanket and a cooler. He carried the items in one hand while taking Journee’s in the other, and they walked to the pond.
