Page 50 of Cedar Edge
I give her a wink and force myself to drive ahead once the light turns green, navigating myself into the parking lot of the precinct.
“Uh Law?” Thea’s voice is full of hesitation as I park in my spot and turn the truck off.
Hoping out of the car I make my way to the other side, opening her door for her. “You trust me?” I ask, holding my hand out. She narrows her eyes but nods, slipping her hand into mine and allowing me to drag her from the truck.
Thea
I’m not sure what I thought we would be doing on a Sunday afternoon but standing with my thighs still sticky with my own cum in the Cedar Edge Police Shooting Range wasn’t on the agenda. I take a nervous glance over to Law who is currently grabbing whatever he thinks we need, another officer giving him a warm smile and pat on the back as Law ushers him out. There had been three or four other people in here when we entered and Law had cleared them out pretty quick.
“Alright darlin', time to learn how to shoot.” My mouth waters watching Law walk towards me. He’s not in uniform right now but he’s got his gun holstered at his hip and the flannel shirt he has on rolled up to expose the delicious forearms. My mind can’t help but meander back to the truck. The way I rode his hand, the mess I made…
“Thea?” Law’s voice snaps me out of the day dream and by the way he is smirking, I have no doubt he knows exactly what I was thinking of.
He spends the next hour giving me a crash course in gun safety, cleaning and overall use. All without me actually touching the gun. When he finally goes to hand it over to me I have to swallow back the nerves rising in my chest. Now that it's time for me to actually use it I can’t seem to get myself to reach for it.
“This should be your last course of action Thea, I never want you to have to use it. But at least you’ll know how.” He says, as if sensing my hesitation. I swallow down the lump in my throat and nod. He shifts behind me so when he places the gun in my hands he can hold my arms. His touch soothes me and I let out a long sigh. “That’s it, loosen up a bit. Safety is still on, just get used to the feel first.”
“It's heavy.” I immediately feel stupid and the heat that spreads up my cheeks has me fidgeting.
Law doesn’t chastise me, or make me feel worse instead he offers up a sound of agreement. “This one is my service weapon. For you I would pick something smaller, but for now we’ll use this. I want you to feel what it’s like to fire all types of guns, just in case.”
The implication is clear, he wants me prepared to defend myself against Royce. While he hasn’t contacted me since the tattoo shop I know he’s not gone forever. Eventually he’s going to come sniffing around and the boys can’t protect me forever.
I stiffen my spine, hands tightening on the weapon under Law’s grip. My heart hammers in my rib cage as though the organ may just very well burst forth. “Breathe, darlin'’. Take a deep breath.”
Law’s voice rumbles against me and I comply with the command, dragging in as much air as my lungs can handle. With it comes Law’s scent, the sandalwood, leather and pine,wrapping around my body like a warm hug. My eyes drift shut for a moment as I bask in the feel of his body against mine. My hips shift and he lets out a low growl. “Darlin it’s hard enough that I have you holding on my service piece but you keep moving like that and I’m doing to have to bend you over and fuck you from behind right here, right now.”
As if to prove his point he jerks his body forward so I can feel how hard he is. Images of him fucking me in such a public place send a strange thrill through me and my pussy, still sticky with my release from earlier, weeps. It’s wrong, on so many levels, for me to want him to paint me with his cum right now. But fuck me do I want it. I let out a whimper, hands still clutching the damn gun, and push my hips back into him. Dragging my ass up and down his hard cock in a rocking motion.
“Fuck me, you like that idea don’t you?” He growls in my ear. “You want me to bend you over this table and slip my cock into that wet, needy cunt?”
“Yes.” I breathe out the word on a breathless sigh. “Please.”
I can feel the battle Law is having with himself, our bodies desperately trying to override any fucking sense we have.
Law finally speaks, his tone more animal than man. “Be a good girl and show me how well you listened to me just now and I’ll reward you.”
I huff out a puff of air in what only can be described as pure annoyance which Law answers with a chuckle. Willing my arousal to lessen I try to focus on the dangerous piece of metal in my hand, my mind recalling Law’s lessons from earlier.
“Safety off,” I mutter under my breath. “Eyes open. Pull back. Squeeze trigger.” I repeat the words over and over again and Law lets me, never rushing me or telling me to move on already. Finally I do as I’m saying. Flicking the safety free, pulling back and finally….
The bullet leaving the chamber sends a ricochet through my body that leaves my arms painfully sore. Every muscle vibrates with the kick back. Nothing in me ever wants to do it again, not a single part of me feels like this is how I’ll defend myself against Royce.
I manage to get the safety back on before my hands release the gun back into Law’s and I’m stepping away from his warm body. “No,” I say with strong determination. “I don’t like that.”
“You won’t have as much kickback from a smaller one.” Law tries but I shake my head.
“It’s not for me.” I’m proud of how firm my voice sounds and it feels like a testament to the trust I have for this man. Law nods, a twinkle in his eyes that tells me he appreciates the boundary. He presses a kiss to my forehead before telling me to stand behind him. I watch with rapt fascination as he empties the clip into the target at the end of range. His face set with a confidence I so rarely see him exude, as if this is the most natural thing in the world for him.
By the time he’s done I’m squirming, and the cocky smirk he gives me as he cleans the gun doesn't help. I bite down on my lip hoping the pain will lessen the arousal I’m feeling. No one should look that good firing a gun.
When he’s finished and focuses his attention back on me his eyes flare with desire. A feral hunger seeming to possess his body. “Fuck Thea, you look down right needy.”
A whimper escapes my lips and I can’t help the nod I give. “Please help me.”
The words seem to snap Law’s restraint and he’s dragging me towards the back wall of the shooting range, tucking us out of sight of the main entrance. His mouth is on mine as he uses one hand to bracket both of mine together and up above my head. I moan into the kiss, desire licking up my spine. His other hand palms my breast and he lets out a growl when his thumb brushesover my nipple. Law shoves one knee between my legs and I shamelessly rock my pussy against it, searching for just the right friction to give me what I need.
“You aren’t allowed to get yourself off.” He says as he pulls from my mouth. He begins to kiss and bite at my neck. “But get yourself close for me, I want a wet spot on my knee before I’m shoving my cock into you.”
