Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Scout had been shooting, but when he noticed that Harlowe was getting ready to fire, he stopped and turned to watch. “Twenty bucks says she hits somewhere on the target in the first ten shots.”
I grinned and crossed my arms over my chest. “Fifty says she hits the body.”
Scout lifted his chin. “You’re on.”
Harlowe sighed and lifted her hands. “A hundred bucks says I hit him dead center of his forehead.”
I tried not to laugh too hard, and Scout coughed, obviously trying to suppress his own raucous laughter. “I’m not taking your money, angel,” I said with another chuckle.
She slowly turned her head and pierced me with her gorgeous hazel eyes. “Or are you afraid I’ll actually do it?”
A snort of laughter popped out of Scout’s mouth, and I glared at him before looking at Harlowe. She was completely serious, and I had clearly turned into a fucking pussy because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “Not gonna do it, angel.”
She narrowed her eyes, then they crinkled at the sides as her frown melted into a smirk. “Tell you what. If I don’t hit him right between where his eyes would be, I’ll let you tie me to the bed and do whatever you want to me for twenty-four hours.”
A wicked smile slid across my face as I imagined all the things I’d be doing with those twenty-four hours.
“And if I win”—I was barely paying attention, still lost in my fantasies—“I get to put my brand on you.”
My brow shot up in surprise. Not that I was against the idea… in fact, I’d already been thinking about doing it. I was just surprised that this was what she chose for a prize. Even though I was sure I would win this bet if, by some miracle, she happened to accidentally put a bullet between the guy’s eyes, I was more than okay with fulfilling her request.
I pretended to mull it over for a minute, then nodded. “Deal.”
Harlowe’s triumphant smile was adorable as she returned her concentration to the target. She took a breath, and as she released it, she squeezed the trigger and fired off two rounds. Pop! Pop!
I’d been admiring her body and fantasizing again, so I didn’t pay much attention until Scout shouted, “Holy fuck!” I swiveled my head around, and my jaw went slack when I spotted a hole clearly made from two bullets in the very center of the forehead.
“No fucking way,” I breathed as I exhaled a whoosh of air. Harlowe grinned and brought the barrel of the gun to just below her lips to blow away the imaginary smoke. “How could you possibly do that by accident?” I mused out loud, still unable to believe what I was seeing.
Harlowe rolled her eyes and raised the gun again. Pop! Pop! Both rounds landed on or near the other bullet holes. Well, shit.
Scout started howling with laughter. “She fucking played us, man.”
A part of me wanted to laugh with him, but it was overwhelmed by the rush of hunger that spread through me like a wildfire. Every time I thought Harlowe couldn’t get any hotter, she went and proved me wrong. Seeing her handle a gun like a pro was sexy as fuck. My cock swelled to the point of pain. My hands itched to dig into her hair and yank it back so my lips could leave a mark on her skin while my dick left my mark inside her tight little pussy.
Without a word, I took her gun and flipped the safety, then set it on the table. I grabbed her hand and pivoted, pulling her behind me as I made my way back to the armory. “Take care of that shit, and I’ll owe you,” I called to Scout. All I heard was more laughter.
“Um...are you mad that I pretended not to know how to shoot?” Her tone was wary, but she also sounded a little pissed, and it made me smile.
I came to a hard stop and spun around, yanking Harlowe into me so that our bodies melded together. “Does it feel like I’m mad, angel?” I drawled. She gasped when she felt the bulge in my jeans pushing against her belly. “Need to find somewhere to fuck you. Now.”
Harlowe’s cheeks turned a little pink, and her lips tipped up in a goofy smile. “Lead the way.”
I was about to do just that when Scout yelled for us to wait. I was about to tell him to fuck off but swallowed it when I saw the expression on his face. He had his phone to his ear and was jogging toward us.
When he was a few steps away, he stopped and listened for another minute, his expression growing darker by the second. “Can you send me the info?” His eyes finally lifted to meet mine, and they were hot with rage. “Huntley,” he explained. Harlowe started to reach for the phone, but I gently pushed her arm away and glared at her. Her lips pinched in irritation and her eyes narrowed, but I didn’t have time to placate her. This was about her safety. Nothing was more important, and I needed to handle this shit.