Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
When we get to the lane, I place my gun on the ledge and use the switch on the side to bring the target forward. “Sure,” I agree as I grab a fresh target sheet from under the bench. “What are the terms?”
They exchange a glance, and it’s like they can communicate without words. I’m kind of envious, to be honest, that they have this capability.
“If you outshoot the two of us, then the four of us will leave tonight and stay at the Lucky Diamond, but we can’t speak for Casey,” Xavier says.
I keep my face blank as a rush of emotions runs through me, both excitement and disappointment, and I’m not sure which one is more prominent. Do I even want them to actually leave now? Fuck, I’m such a goddamn mess.
“Okay, and if you two outshoot me, what do you get?” I ask, and it’s Tristan who answers this time, his eyes sparkling.
“A kiss. One for each of us.” He points between himself and Xavier.
“And you stop carrying your weapons on your person while we are in the house,” Xavier adds.
“I hate that you feel like you aren’t safe in your own home, and we are responsible for that.
” Xavier’s brow furrows with concern, and I feel a wave of warmth at the knowledge that he cares about me to some degree.
It would be nice not to carry my weapon constantly, and it isn’t like there aren’t plenty hidden around the house in case of an emergency.
Although I don’t know a lot about these people, I don’t think they mean me any bodily harm—or at least I hope not.
If they wanted to kill me, they’ve had plenty of opportunities to do so, and I think they’ll find I’m not such an easy target.
“Okay. Sounds fair,” I agree, feeling confident I have this in the bag. “What are the terms?”
“Five shots. Closest grouping to the bullseye is the winner, and since you have home court advantage, Xavier and I get to go first,” Tristan replies, pulling on a pair of earmuffs and settling into a confident stance.
Xavier and I both don our ear protection and stand back a little, giving him some room.
Both guys obviously have experience with handling a firearm and seem comfortable around them.
I thought Tristan would be flashy and rapid fire his rounds into the target, but he’s slow and methodical, taking his time and lining up each shot perfectly.
The report echoes through the range in five controlled shots, the scent of gunpowder tickling my nose, with him taking his time between each round.
When he’s finished, he places the gun down on the ledge in front of him and takes off his earmuffs before flicking the switch to bring the target forward.
I can already see he scored well—a close grouping around the nine ring with one even slicing halfway between the bullseye.
He releases the target from the clips and turns, waving it at me with a huge grin on his face.
“Look at that, I’m on fire. It’s going to be hard to beat that.
Do you need some lip balm to get those lips ready for me?
I can probably find some of Vienna’s,” he teases and does a little victory dance that involves a lot of hip thrusting, very similar to what Sage has done in the past. I giggle at the display.
He’s so carefree and joyful, and he reminds me so much of Sage. No wonder the two of them clicked.
“Settle down, Rambo, it’s my turn,” Xavier grumbles good-naturedly and grabs Tristan by the nape of his neck.
“How about a kiss for good luck?” He doesn’t wait for him to reply before smashing his mouth against Tristan’s.
The kiss is aggressive, and I can’t drag my eyes away from them, watching as Xavier scrapes his teeth over Tristan’s plump lip.
My core throbs, and I squirm at the overt display of possession.
Tristan groans, and when Xavier pulls away, he follows, not wanting to let him escape, but Xavier just shakes his head and grins, pushing him back. “Well, now I’m feeling very lucky.”
Tristan leans back against the wall, his head thumping against it as he groans, his eyes heavy with lust. “You’re going to be very lucky no matter if we win or not,” he mutters under his breath before exhaling and running a hand through his hair, pushing back a lock that fell over one eye.
“Sure you don’t want to rethink this bet?” Xavier teases me, grinning and winking. “I have this in the bag.”
I cross my arms, keeping my face blank. “I think I’m okay,” I deadpan, and he shrugs and steps up in front of the lane. He puts a new target on the system, and it rolls down the lane. Xavier picks up the same gun Tristan used and takes his stance, wrapping both hands around the grip.
“You know Xavier is a crack shot, right?” Tristan pushes off the wall to stand next to me as we watch Xavier take his turn. “A goddamn expert at just about everything he puts his hands on. You should see what he can do with a sniper rifle.”
Xavier’s first round reverberates through the range, and I look down the lane to see how he did.
My eyebrows jump when I see he put it straight through the center.
Damn, this may not be as big of a shutout as I thought it would be, but I have put in many hours in the range, shooting out my frustration when I haven’t been able to get bloody. I still think I can beat them.
“Hmm, really?” I try to sound uninterested, but in truth, I’m fascinated, though not really unsurprised.
Xavier is the strong silent type, but I bet there is a carefully curled ball of violence underneath all of his control.
There’s a sniper range at the lake house where Mickey and Maeve are hiding out, but I won’t bring strangers there just because I want to see him in action.
I wonder where the two of them got their skills from.
Xavier takes his shot four more times, and his groupings are even closer than Tristan’s.
I’m going to have to hit the bullseye every time if I want to win this thing—not that I can’t do it, but I’m in two minds now with the bet.
Dinner was kind of nice, and having them around isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
It’s nice to have company other than Gio, Sage, Suzy, and Ben.
I wish this happened in a week’s time so I knew for sure one way or another whether or not I want them in my space. I’ll just have to do my best.
Xavier brings his target forward and takes it down before turning and raising an eyebrow at me. “Feeling worried yet?” he asks as he holds it out for me to inspect.
“Well, I can’t say that’s not impressive.” I let my eyes run up and down his body suggestively, and his hand clenches the target. “Very impressive, but I’m pretty sure I can do a little better than that.”
Tristan’s mouth drops open in surprise, and Xavier scoffs, “To do better, you would have to put all five rounds through the same hole.”
I shrug. “Yeah, and?” I load another target and send it to the back of the lane before taking my position, gripping my weapon with both hands. I relax my shoulders and spread my feet.
“No fucking way,” Tristan argues.
Closing one eye, I line up the bullseye, knowing this barrel has a small kick to the left. I compensate slightly and squeeze the trigger, and my first round goes through the center of the target before slamming into the backstop.
I don’t wait too long before I take the next shot.
This one goes through the same hole but slightly to the left, gouging a big center hole through the target.
I feel both guys step closer to me, like they need to see the next shot better, but I don’t let them distract me.
My third shot finds the center again, and I smile, knowing I’ve got this in the bag.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Tristan grab Xavier and kiss him. I take another moment to calm my racing heart, not wanting to be distracted. I don’t even turn my head to get a better look, my focus on winning the bet.
“You were so sexy holding that gun. I can’t wait to get down on my knees tonight and show you,” Tristan says loudly. I’m pretty sure they are trying to distract me, so I do my best to ignore them, but now I have dirty visions of them living rent free in my head.
Just as I’m about to squeeze the trigger, Xavier replies, “You look so pretty on your knees when I’m skull fucking you.” My whole body jolts, and I squeeze the trigger, and the fucking shot goes wide, completely missing the target and slamming into the backstop two lanes over.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I feel a hand on my hip. I turn my head, and Tristan is smirking at me. “Well, Tori, that completely missed. Did something distract you? There’s no coming back from that. Looks like Xavi wins.”
I huff and put my gun down, propping my hands on my hips. “You play dirty,” I grumble, and he winks at me.
“You have no idea how dirty I play. Time to pay up.”
“Fine then, a kiss for each of you, right?” I ask. My palms get sweaty, and I wipe them on my lounge pants. I step up to Tristan and put my hands on his shoulders, planning on giving him a quick kiss on the lips, but he shakes his head and pushes me back against the ledge in the booth.
“Uh-uh, not so fast now. Xavi and I are in charge now.” Gone is his playful flirtatiousness, and in its place is an intensity that I haven’t seen in him before.
“And we never specified which lips we were kissing you on.” He bends and tugs my pants down, revealing the cotton panties I put on after my bath.
“What the hell?” I yelp and go to grab my pants, but Tristan grabs my hands and leans in to whisper in my ear.
“Be a good girl and pay your dues, and we will make sure you are taken care of.” His words brush across my earlobe, and goosebumps erupt on my arms. I consider just lifting a knee and nailing him in the balls, but if I’m being honest with myself, I want to see where this goes.
He lifts me onto the ledge, nudging both guns out of the way before peeling my panties off, leaving me half naked and exposed.
I feel myself grow wet as both of them stare at my bare pussy.
Tristan smirks and nibbles my neck, and I shudder at the sensation.
“Now be a good girl and watch Xavi and I eat our prize.”
Xavier drops to his feet and shuffles forward, dragging his tongue through my wet folds before groaning. “How does she taste, my love?” Tristan looks down at his boyfriend.
“Like heaven,” Xavier growls before driving his tongue deep inside me.
“Well, don’t hog all the room.” Tristan grabs my head and kisses me hard, the dual sensations of them wreaking havoc with my senses, and I can’t help the loud moan that escapes my mouth.
Tristan pulls away and kneels next to Xavier, pushing my legs wider until I’m spread obscenely in front of them.
“Let me have a taste.” Instead of leaning in and sampling from the source, he grabs Xavier’s hair and yanks him away.
His face glistens with the evidence of my desire as Tristan runs his tongue over his lips before the two of them clash in an aggressive, steamy kiss.
I moan at the sight before me. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.”
“You’re right, she is delicious,” Tristan says, pulling away and looking up at me, his eyes heavy with lust. “We’re going to devour you.”
They lean forward in sync, both of their tongues lapping at my folds.
My eyes just about roll back in my head, and I almost lose my balance, so I reach out, running my hands through their hair and getting a good grip to keep me upright.
Tristan moans as I tug, and it vibrates against my sensitive skin.
“So wet, and so good,” he murmurs as I watch, enthralled at the sight before me.
Tristan’s and Xavier’s lips brush together as Tristan moves toward my clit, rolling it beneath his tongue with just the right amount of pressure as Xavier thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking my pussy with wet, probing strokes.
“Oh God, that’s so fucking good.” The words spill from my mouth as the two of them push my pleasure even higher.
“So fucking wet and sweet,” Xavier murmurs as he pulls away and replaces his tongue with two fingers.
They share another kiss, my arousal glistening on their faces, and my core throbs, tightening around Xavier’s fingers.
“Oh, she likes that a lot.” He smirks against Tristan’s mouth, both of them looking up at me.
I feel like a fucking goddess with my worshipers at my feet.
I yank on Tristan’s head, putting him back where I want him, and his laughter rumbles over my clit, causing me to shiver and tighten even further.
Xavier pumps his fingers in and out of my channel slowly, scissoring them wider to make room so that when Tristan quickly adds his, the burn isn’t so intense.
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I don’t want to miss a minute of the sight before me as both of their mouths return to my clit, kissing messily. Their tongues slide against each other and my swollen nub, the vibrations sending intense jolts to my pleasure center.
“God, don’t stop,” I beg, grinding down onto their fingers and mouths.
Xavier pulls away, moving his head below where their fingers disappear into my cunt, and I feel his tongue lap at my asshole. I freeze slightly before relaxing into the sensation.
“Good girl,” he praises as he removes his fingers from my pussy. Tristan adds another, all while his tongue flicks my clit, the ring in it creating a delicious pressure.
Xavier probes my tight ring with his finger, and I groan loudly as he slips it into the first knuckle.
“You’re going to take me here one day, aren’t you?
I’m going to fuck this sexy ass while Tristan is buried deep inside your tight little cunt.
You’re going to take both of us like the good slut you are.
Maybe I’ll let Vienna lick your clit while Colton fucks your mouth.
Sage can join too. Maybe he can fuck Tristan while he’s fucking you. ”
“We’ll be like a human pretzel, all of us joined together in the pursuit of getting you off,” Tristan mumbles against my clit, the vibrations of his words humming against it.
It’s all too much. My walls flutter around their invading digits, and when Tristan lightly nips my clit, it pushes me over the edge, and I come hard, screaming loudly as my pussy gushes all over their hands.
Neither of them stop their assault, using their fingers and tongues to catch everything I give them until I’m a boneless mess.
When I finally come back to my senses, I look down and find the two of them kissing, their faces shiny with my release. It’s intense and sexy, and I’m lost for words, but my brain starts to come back online, and my hearts begins to race for an entirely different reason.