Page 85 of Blackstone's Heart
"Since this is yours, anything I need to know?"
Lance full out smiled then. "Only that she has a light trigger pull."
Krista nodded. "Okay. So do you want me in a prone position or using the table as a rest?"
"Let's use the table. I doubt you’ll find yourself in a prone position with a rifle." Lance answered.
Lance and Grant cleared the table. Krista set the rifle up and took her seat. Lance sat beside her with a spotter kit. They donned their ear protection and Krista looked down range through the scope. There was a slight wind from the east.
"Wind?"
"5 to 6 miles from the east." Lance reported.
Krista reached up and made the adjustments. She took a slow breath in then fired on the exhale.
"Down to the left."
She readjusted, took aim and fired again. Second shot was just to the left of the bullseye. Making adjustments once again she aimed and sent the third round down range. Bullseye. Grinning like a lunatic, Krista sat back in the chair.
"Not bad baby girl." Grant complemented.
"Now for yours." She stated her hands moving in a gimme, gimme motion.
Laughing Grant handed her his rifle. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Krista took her position at the table once more. Lance once again took his place as her spotter. Closing her eyes, she slowed her breathing. When her eyes reopened, she focused on the target down range. One breath. Two Breaths. On the third she pulled the trigger.
"Perfect bullseye." Lance announced.
With a look of satisfaction Krista sat the rifle down and smiled at the men. Then movement to her right had her turning her head. There stood Ethan. Her smile broadened as she made her way toward him. When she got close enough, she let out a squeak when Ethan grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. His lips devouring hers.
Krista whimpered, her arms slipping around his neck as she eagerly returned the kiss. Wicked, delightfully wicked images flashed through her mind as the kiss wore on and her legs locking around his waist. She could feel the hard planes of his body pressed against hers. Her own body tingling with lust and love for this man.
"Jesus man, get a room!" Lance groaned.
Ethan slowly released her, setting her back on her feet and flipped the bird to his friend. "Just you wait you, ornery bastard. Your time is coming."
"No thank you." Lance grunted.
Krista grinned. "Oh yes, just you wait Lance Archer. You're going to meet a woman who is going to knock you flat on your moody, Marine ass. And I'll have a front row seat for it, laughing through the whole show."
Throwing his hands up, Lance turned away and set about packing up the weapons. Grant just chuckled and followed suit. Krista looked up at Ethan. He smiled and caressed her cheek. "Ready to go home?"
"If you are. I'm guessing Tony and Gage didn't find anything."
"Not a thing at the house. They were heading to your parent's place. Bravo team was doing the sweeps at Blackout. If they find anything they'll let us know."
Krista nodded. She followed Ethan to his truck. Before she could question why the truck instead of the bike, she caught sight of the dark thunderheads that were rolling in from the west. She hopped in as Ethan walked to the driver's side. They waved to Lance and Grant and pulled out of the dirt lot of Blackout's shooting range.
The atmosphere in the truck was practically crackling with sexual tension. Krista felt her whole body tingling just from his kiss at the range and the heated looks Ethan kept shooting her as he navigated the Austin streets. They pulled into his garage about fifteen minutes later and not a moment too soon as a bolt of lightning sliced through the sky followed by a rumble of thunder. They climbed out of the truck, walked to the front door as the garage door slid closed. She walked into the house and deactivated the alarm.
The moment it was off, Ethan grabbed her. He spun her and pinned her to the wall of the foyer and kissed her again. Krista moaned, her body singing in pleasure as his mouth ravaged hers. Ethan gripped her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, pinning them to the wall with one hand. His other hand slid beneath her butt and lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"Ethan." She gasped.
"I want you Krista. Christ, I want you so bad right now." He groaned.
All she could do was nod. Though she mourned the loss, he released her. Of course it was only long enough to strip herself and then himself. Once naked, Krista found herself hoisted into his arms yet again with her wrists pinned to the wall and his mouth over hers. She screamed when she felt him thrust inside her.
"Fuck. God woman you're so wet for me."
