“Did you have to pay extra for that?”
“Yes. And it’s so going to be fucking worth it. Now, again, unbutton your shirt.”
He watched me as my fingers found the first button and then the second until my shirt was completely undone.
“One of the best ways to get rid of a bad memory is to replace it with a good one. You fear guns, but I’m going to make you love this one.”
His words made me shiver.
I was trembling, in a good way, before the cool end of the gun touched my stomach, moving my shirt to the side.
His eyes didn’t release mine as I felt the tip move over one nipple and then the other. They hardened in a rush and Sebastian smiled his approval.
“See?” he said smugly. “Sometimes guns can be sexual.”
“With you, everything is sexual.”
“You’re damn right, baby. Now take off your pants.”
I didn’t need him to tell me twice and I unbuttoned and let them fall down my hips and legs. He moved the gun down my stomach and used it to trace the line of my panties.
Once, twice, and then he was moving it between my things. I moaned when the hard tip caressed me through my panties, hitting the right spot. I could feel my body’s response soaking through my panties and I surprised myself when I moved my hips over the blunt tip again.
“Sebastian…” I moaned and then my hips began to move in a steady motion.
“What, baby?”
“What are you doing to me?”
My breathing was hard, my hips moved faster as I built my release.
He chuckled. “It’s all you, baby.”
I gripped the edge of the table as I felt my orgasm take over my body. Shots were loud all around me masking my loud moans. Coming back to myself, I realized what I’d just done. I never thought I’d allow myself around a gun again, much less be given an orgasm by one.
Lifting the gun, he placed the clip in the bottom with a click and laid it back down.
“That was fucking hot, Jessica.”
I looked up at him through my lashes and laughed. “That was… different.”
“Ready to shoot now?”
A cold dose of fear laced my veins and I bit my lips, but nodded.
“Good.”
Reaching beneath the counter, Sebastian pulled out a pair of ear muffs and placed them on my head. Once he placed the ear protection muffs on me, the sounds weren’t so bad. But I could still feel their vibrations all around me every time a shot went off.
Leaning in, he pulled at the muffs uncovering my ear enough so I could hear him when he spoke.
Turning me around, his lips brushed the side of my face. “I’m going to shoot a few rounds and show you how to stand, and then you can shoot. Okay?”
With wide eyes I nodded my understanding. I was perfectly fine sitting tucked away in a corner, with my sound proof ear muffs.
I moved out of his way and he pulled out an even bigger black gun. He pressed a button and a paper with a man lined in black appeared in the distance.
Sebastian stood tall and straight, with his legs rooted firmly to the ground. Then he aimed his gun with his right hand, using his left to hold it steady. His hands kicked up every time he pulled the trigger, and I could hear the muffled sound of his shots.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
My heart was racing and if I pressed myself against the wall any harder, I would have been in the space next to us. As scared as I was, I couldn’t help but take in his extraordinary form. His strong back—his lean arms. He wasn’t in a suit, and had opted for a nice pair of thigh-hugging jeans and a loose shirt.
The platinum watch on his wrist shook with his shots, making my eyes move down his arms, to his broad shoulders. Everything about Sebastian was big and strong. It was then I realized, I really did feel safe with him. Whether he was in love or not, he was a good man who would never let anything bad happen to me or Kyle.
When he was done, he turned and faced me.
“Your turn,” he mouthed.
I stepped up to him on shaky legs and when he held out the small pink gun, my fingers trembled around the coldness of it. I closed my eyes and adjusted it in my hand the way you should.
Sebastian pushed the button on the side wall, switching out the paper for a fresh one. Then he stood behind me, so close I could feel his heartbeat against my shoulder.
“Okay. Right before you’re going to shoot, you’ll want to take the safety off, here.” He clicked a small button on the right side of my gun. “Then, open your legs a little and hold the gun straight.” He ran his hands down my arms holding them out straight and helping me aim the gun. “There’s going to be kickback when you pull the trigger, but nothing you can’t handle. This gun is yours, which means it’s perfect for you.”