Page 134 of I Know Your Secret
I fix my posture and grip that had fallen lax because of the pulsing of his hand over my center.
“Breathe out,” he instructs, still tormenting my pussy that’s currently weeping for more of his attention than he’s giving.
“Now, pull the trigger.”
My eyes narrow, staring down the target. Suddenly, I’m transported away from Koen’s hands, away from the reality my physical body is rooted in, and I do as I’m told.
A recoil of power reverberates through my hands, then travels up my arms, into my shoulders, and I sway on my feet, my ass pressing firmly into where Koen’s sporting a massive hard-on.
“Fuck, that was sexy. Follow-up shot, show me you won’t fall apart after the first one.”
He nudges me forward, and I don’t hesitate.
I shoot the gun once more, my heart no longer hammering in my chest.
After a few more shots, Koen pulls down the target and shows me where my bullets pierced it.
“It’s not perfect, but it’s great for your first time.”
Thrilled with myself, I smile when he kisses my forehead.
“You’re going to be sore later. Maybe some time in the hot tub would do you good,” he says.
“Only if you come.”
“Poison, you know I’m working a case. I can’t keep letting you distract me.”
Even so, he’s hovering over my lips, having dropped the target to the ground, completely forgotten.
I hear as the paper sheet drifts off in a gust of southern wind.
“I’m not trying to distract you; I’m trying to ground you. To give you something to fight for.”
“That makes me weak.”
I pull back and look up at him, thinking he’s kidding.
His face is stoic, sadness living in his eyes like an ever-present reminder that he’s damaged.
“How does it make you weak?”
“Because all I can think about is you—even when I shouldn’t be. You’ve become quite the little distraction.”
I can’t help but mewl into him like a fucking schoolgirl who’s just been told she’s pretty, the reality of the danger my existence poses to him lost on me momentarily.
I open my mouth to argue, and a shout from the house alerts us that we’re no longer alone kissing in the woods, and the reality of life and all the threat it poses comes crashing down on us.
The walk back to the house is quick and filled with tension, and we find Chase sitting with steepled hands in his lap and a slick grin on his lips as we drop our entwined hands to our sides.
“What did you find?” Koen asks, and I fold up the target paper I retrieved before following Koen back here, focusing my eyes elsewhere so I don’t seem too eager to be in their conversation.
“Nothing more than we already have, I just thought we were going to go over strategy at noon,” Chase says, his eyes narrowed and flicking between us.
“We are.”
“Well, it’s three in the afternoon, so I got a bit worried. Thought you might’ve taken this one here and removed her pretty flesh.” Chase winks at me as I look up in horror.
“No. Don’t have time for that today.”
