Little Black Book(58)

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves before I set my finger on the trigger.

“When you shoot, imagine the person who made you afraid of guns is standing in front of that paper. Aim for their head.”

I closed my eyes and the vision of the man came to me instantly. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I remembered his outline.

Opening my eyes, I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. It felt good, so I pulled it again and again, until finally the gun was empty and the power of the bullet leaving the gun stopped pressing against my palm.

I stood there, with an empty clip, staring at the paper full of holes. I lowered my arms, but didn’t let go of the gun. My body was shaking, but I wasn’t entirely sure it was all from fear. Adrenaline was running wild through my system and I had to take a few deep breaths to contain myself.

My eyes dropped to my hands and the death grip on the gun between them. I never expected to feel so much power, so much courage, knowing I could protect myself and Kyle if anything bad every happened again.

It was exhilarating, and I was suddenly happy Sebastian had brought me here. He pushed me to better myself.

Putting the gun down, I turned around and threw my arms around his neck. Using my strength, I pulled myself up so we were face to face and my mouth found his.

I was fierce and hungry as my tongue pushed past his lips, pushing deeper into his mouth. He wasn’t surprised by my reaction and he met my response with everything he had. Lifting my hips, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he turned, slamming us into the wall.

In one swift motion, he ripped my panties from my body and his pants were down around his ankles. He didn’t waste any time as he thrust deep inside of me. He was right; it was so fucking worth it.

Slowly, and without him realizing it, Sebastian was changing my life.





Twenty-Two

Rosslyn





An hour later, we were sitting in the back booth at the Pit Stop, the burger joint where we’d been held up outside. Leave it to Sebastian to take me back to the place where a bad memory existed. Except, I was glad he did. Their burgers were delicious and I felt stronger now that I knew how to protect myself.

I’d done it. I’d shot a gun, and I was good at it. When Sebastian showed me my paper full of holes, there were nine holes it. Not bad for a first timer.

“You did well,” Sebastian stated.

“Thank you.”

“I’m serious, Jessica. I’m proud of you. It takes a lot of guts to face a fear head on the way you did,” he said, swirling his fry in a pile of ketchup.

“You know, I’m proud of me, too. I never thought I’d be able to touch a gun, much less shoot one. Thank you for taking me.”

Something flashed in his eyes, resembling pleasure, although I wasn’t positive because the only time I’d seen him look that way was when he was inside me.

“It was nothing. Plus, I enjoyed it. You looked fucking hot shooting that gun. I enjoyed fucking you in the middle of the shooting range.”

I stopped before taking a bite of my burger and smiled at him.

“Do you ever think about anything besides sex?” I laughed.

A beautiful, real smile stretched his lips and he shook his head, “Not when I’m with you.”

The next twenty minutes, I tried to eat while Sebastian found any way he could to touch me. Finally, he stood and slid into the booth next to me—his side warming mine.

Picking up one of my fries, he dipped it in the ketchup and held it up to me to take a bite.

I licked a drip of ketchup from the fry before taking a bite.

“You keep that shit up and I’ll take you to the little bathroom in the back of this shit-hole for more.”

“Sure you will,” I teased.

“Don’t bullshit, sweetheart. I can see it in your eyes, you’re turned on. I bet you’re already soaked for me.” He leaned in, touching between my legs as he kissed me underneath my ear. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go to the ladies’ room, put an extra layer of toilet paper in your panties, and come back here so I can take you home.”

His words brushed my ear and made me shiver.

I ran my finger down the front of my shirt, before covering his hand and pressing it deeper into my jeans. I looked up at him and licked my lips. I knew what I was doing, and I knew it was working by the look in his eyes.

“What if I don’t want to wait?”

His pupils dilated and he clenched his jaw. “You’re playing with fire. If you’re not careful, you’ll get burnt.”

I pressed his hand harder against me and a tiny moan escaped my throat.

“Fuck it. Come with me,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the booth.

I held his hand as he dragged me to the back of the restaurant and then pulled me into the only bathroom in the place. It was small, almost too small for the two of us, and not completely clean. The toilet was tilted to the side and the sink looked like someone had colored it with a gray crayon on the inside, but it would have to do for a quickie.