Chapter 17 Maxim #2
“And you know how to use every single one of these?” she asks.
“I do.”
She nods as she takes in the firepower. “Would I be able to try those one day?” she asks, pointing to the automatic rifles.
“One day, yeah.”
Another smile falls over Grace’s lips. Who knew getting her to the shooting range would help her mood?
“What gun do you think would be good for me?”
“I think we should start with a Beretta handgun, then we can work our way up to these bad boys.” I grin, touching one of my sniper rifles.
“And you trust me enough to not shoot you?” she asks, but I can see the smile she’s trying to hide.
“Yes.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Maybe I deserve it,” I say.
She gives me a look but quickly shakes it away. “Okay, show me
what you got, Mr. Assassin.”
I take the Beretta from its case and grab some ammunition.
Then we swipe back through the locked doors into the range.
I set her up in the lane beside me. I explain to her about weapons safety.
How she needs to load the gun. How she should keep the safety on unless she’s in danger because she won’t want to accidentally pull the trigger and hurt someone, and most importantly, hurt herself.
She listens to every single word I say, nodding along until I’m finished with my briefing.
“Now, let’s get you started. Stand here,” I tell her as she moves in front of me.
“I’m going to get your stance right, your hands in the correct position as you don’t want to hurt yourself with any potential recoil,” I explain as my hands move to her hips and my fingers dig into her soft curves.
My front is to her back, we are barely touching, but I can feel the electricity sizzling between us.
Nothing better than shooting guns with a beautiful woman by my side, fantasy date right there.
“Relax, Grace. I can feel how tense you are.”
“It’s because you’re standing too close.”
Oh. I take a step back.
Grace swallows before turning around to face me. “I’m sorry that wasn’t fair. You’re only trying to help me.”
“I don’t have to touch you, Grace. I can give you verbal instructions from a distance if it makes you comfortable.”
Grace’s brows pull together, and she stares down at the floor, her fingers interlinking as she twists them nervously. “I want to hate you, Max. God, I want to hate you so much, but …” She looks up at me, those green eyes shimmering with emotion.
But what?
She shakes her head. “I think I’ve lost my mind because even after everything that’s happened, I still reach out for you in the middle of the night when those nightmares find me.
And my bed doesn’t feel the same without you in it.
You’re so far under my skin that I can’t breathe when you’re not near me.
I don’t want to want you, Max, but I do. I’m fucked up,” she confesses.
“You don’t think I feel the same, Grace?
I’m the one that is unhealthily obsessed with the woman I’ve stolen from her family, not once but twice now.
The thought of ever letting you go feels like my soul is being ripped out.
I’m not a good man, and yet I want to be one for you.
My mission in life is to protect you even with my own no matter what because all that matters in this world is you, Grace Clark. ”
Tears swirl against her green eyes as I confess my soul to her. “I don’t understand how this happened, Max. I shouldn’t have fallen for my kidnapper, but I did.”
Reaching out, I cup her face between my palms. “I know I keep fucking things up between us, but this is all new to me.”
“What is?”
“Falling for someone.”
Grace bites her bottom lip over my confession.
“This may not be a normal love story, Grace, but it’s ours. I can’t let you go no matter how much I try. You are the light to my darkness. The good to my bad. The filling to my emptiness.”
“Max,” she says my name breathlessly.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Grace. I know these words can’t change the shit I’ve done to you in the past, but I hope it will heal some of the mess I’ve created between us,” I tell her as I lean forward and bring her lips to mine.
Grace’s hands reach out and pull me to her as she opens her lips to mine, kissing me back. All our pent-up anger begins pouring out of us as the kiss heats up. Her kisses are searing my soul to hers as I feel her finally let me be hers again.
“I want nothing more than to pick you up and fuck you on that table over there,” I say, tilting my head in the direction of the table in the corner of the room. “But I want my woman to know how to shoot. To protect herself. I need her to know she is a strong, badass bitch.”
Grace chuckles as she looks up at me. “Okay then, Mr. Assassin, show me what you’ve got.”
I give her one last heated kiss before turning her around and smacking her ass which makes her gasp.
I place the Beretta in her hands before giving her a couple of final instructions and then stepping away from her. “Now pull the trigger slowly.”
She aims the gun at the target and follows my instructions.
The gun goes off, and she completely misses the target as she squeals. Grace places the gun down and puts the safety back on before turning around. “I did it, I did it. I can’t believe I shot a gun.” She jumps up and down with a smile on her face. “Did I hit the target?”
I shake my head.
Her face falls. “Are you serious? How the hell did I miss that?”
“When you squealed, you lifted the gun slightly and changed the bullet’s
trajectory, it went off to the side,” I say, pointing at the hole in the wall.
She frowns and studies the hole. “Let’s go again. I’m going to get the hang of this. You can’t be seen with a total newbie on your arm,” she says, giving me a grin.
This is the hottest thing a woman has ever said to me.
We spend the rest of the day down in the shooting range.
“Okay, last one then we’ll need to break for some food. I’m starved,” I say just as my stomach rumbles, making us laugh.
Now that Grace isn’t so scared, her shooting has improved.
I stand back as she takes aim again. Her hand is steady, she’s focused, and she does it. She hits the target square in the middle of the bullseye.
She puts the gun down and starts jumping. “Fuck yes. I did it, I did it.”
I pull her into my arms and swing her around, enjoying the carefree moment with her.
When I stop, I put her back on the ground then grab her face and kiss her.
Grace lets out a groan as her lips are on mine.
My hands are in her hair, tugging her to me as I move her backward.
Her back hits the wall as I use it to press myself against her soft body, pulling a moan from her lips.
My hands reach around her ass and lift her up.
Her legs wrap around my waist nestling her hot little pussy against my aching dick.
I move her over to the table in the corner placing her down against the hard wood.
Our lips part at the height difference. Her cheeks are bright pink, her lips are puffy and sweet from our kisses, and her green eyes are heavy with lust. I fall to my knees and open her legs wide for me.
“Maxim,” she gasps, looking down at me. “You don’t have to do that.”
I still. “Do you not want me to eat your pussy?”
Grace bites her bottom lip. “Um, yeah, I do, but …”
I shake my head. “There is no but, now open those legs and let me peel these leggings from your body,” I say, reaching up and doing exactly that. “You can always tell me to stop, Grace. You have full control over what I am doing,” I reassure her.
She nods in understanding as I rip her underwear clean off her body, making her gasp.
“This room is soundproof, Wildcat, so give it your best shot,” I tell her as my hands push her thighs open, exposing her delicate pink pussy to me.
It glistens under the fluorescent lights as her arousal floods my senses.
My tongue runs along her creamy thighs creating a path of goosebumps against her skin.
Grace falls back onto her hands as her back arches over my touch.
My fingers pull back her folds exposing her to me.
Leaning forward, my tongue connects with her softness as I lick her from back to front.
“Maxim,” she groans, calling out my name as one of her hands lands in my hair and her fingers grip the short strands.
She tastes so fucking sweet, I’m addicted.
I can’t get enough of her taste as I bury my face between her thighs like a starving man.
I need to show her that no one else can eat her the way that I do.
I need her to know that what is happening between us is so good that she will never want to leave me.
I slide a finger into her tight pussy and feel her walls clench around it as my tongue continues to devour her.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as I curl mine, caressing her inner channel.
That’s it, Wildcat, ride my face, suffocate me with your thighs.
I would die a happy man between these creamy walls.
“Oh, Max. Fuck, Max,” Grace screams out as I add a second thick finger into her, and my lips find her throbbing clit and suck on it.
Her inner walls tighten around my fingers and her wetness slides down my chin as I savor her.
“Oh my god, Max,” she screams as her orgasm finds her.
Her tight little pussy strangles my fingers as her essence floods my mouth.
I continue to lap through her convulsions until she is nice and clean.
Grace’s fingers yank my mouth from her pussy.
She’s panting, her skin is flushed, and her cheeks are bright pink.
Her eyes are wide and are great big balls of green as she stares at me.