Fearless (Broken Love, #5)(45)

It was his turn to look surprised. “Really? How so?”

“Well, for one, you aren’t finding ways to make me cry every day. Your muscles are bigger—more defined. Your voice is deeper—smoother.” My own lowered seductively as I ticked off reasons why he was so irresistible to me. “I think you might have even grown an inch.”

“Inch and a half,” he corrected.

“Oh, wow,” I gushed, stroking his ego and watching his chest puff. He smirked, seeing past my response.

“What else do you think is sexy about me?”

I leaned over until my lips were touching his. “I also think you have finessed the fine art of fucking.” I wanted him to kiss me, but he leaned away and quirked an eyebrow.

“You think?”

“It’s been hours,” I answered, referring to this morning’s session in the shower. “A girl forgets.”

“I think you might have hit your head against the tile too many times while we were fucking if you forgot that.”





Chapter Fifteen


KEIRAN



She might have been daring me to drag her from the car and show her how well I mastered the art of fucking over the hood of my car, but we were in too public a place and under enough law enforcing eyes as it was.

My eyes narrowed as I considered my options, and she smirked at me with her glossy, pink lips in return, confirming my suspicions.

“There’s always tonight, baby.”

It was more than a warning. It was a promise to deliver. Her smirk dropped, and she began to vibrate with anticipation.

Wordlessly, I got out of the car and headed for the entrance, leaving her to follow behind with slow steps. With my back to her, I smiled, relishing the fact that there was never a dull moment with her. I secretly enjoyed her incessant need to challenge me to prove she was no longer afraid.

Tormenting her years ago wasn’t always about hating her. A predator enjoyed the chase, and she made a damn good prey.

“Hey, Keiran!” the owner greeted me. I noticed Lake’s surprise at his familiarity with me and smiled at the owner, shaking his hand. I never told her I came here often because I knew she’d worry about the reasons why.

I had known one day I would see Mitch again and this time, I had more than one reason to care if he ever came back at all. I needed to be ready, and I had believed a soft heart like hers wouldn’t understand. I’d believed she would want me to take the high road.

I was wrong as fuck.

Lake had wanted Mitch dead.

Maybe even more than I did.

I watched her while she curiously looked over the guns in the case and felt my dick harden knowing she was willing to kill—willing to give up her innocent soul—for me.

She deserved than all of me. I just needed to figure out what came next so I could give that to her. First, I had to make sure she was around to accept me.

“I see you like this one, little lady. A revolver is certainly a more suitable gun for you.”

He grinned at me but then cleared his throat when he saw my warning look. Bart was old and set in his ways and didn’t think much of women with guns, but he was also wise enough to know I wouldn’t tolerate his biased views when it came to Lake.

“Sorry, I just like the classic look of it,” she corrected a little too sweetly. I knew she picked up on his meaning but hid her irritation with sarcasm. I was usually on the receiving end of it, particularly during the week when she becomes a hormonal bitch. “What I really want to see is this one.”

My chest swelled with pride when she pointed at the bigger, more powerful weapon beside it. She looked at me for approval when the owner turned to grab his key, and I nodded. It was impressive and had a helluva kick, but I’d teach her how to handle it.

“Have you ever held a gun?” Bart questioned as he rested the gun on the glass.

“Yes.” His furry brows lifted, but he quickly recovered after a quick glance at me.

“Ever shot one?”

“No.”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and grabbed a box of rounds.

“I just need to run down the safety protocol before you start.”

“Ok.”

“The first are simple. Don’t shoot anyone here and don’t shoot yourself. Keep the peacemaking end pointed down range at all times.” He rambled off the rest of the rules while I paid the fee and purchased the targets and ammo. When he finished, I grabbed the box of rounds and gun case, then led her to the lanes.

“It’s loud in there,” she shouted.

I shouldered off my pack and dug out the ear and eye protection. I handed her a brand new set I had picked up for her while she was in class. She gushed over the bright blue buds and clear goggles as if I’d just handed her a diamond ring. I smiled and rolled my eyes while she put them on and then opened the door for her to enter.

When we reached our bay, I sat down our stuff and grabbed the paper targets, staple gun, and cardboard. The hanger for the target was already pulled in so I set up the target and sent it out to the furthest mark.

She looked at me as if I was crazy, and I resisted the urge to laugh.

Instead, I bent low until my lips rested on her ear. “Watch me.”

And because I couldn’t leave it there, I trailed my lips down the side of her neck, feeling her shiver beneath me. She looked up with a painful expression, begging with her eyes to be fucked. Ignoring her plea, I pushed her safely behind me and shoved the magazine clip into the gun.