Five Ways to Fall (Ten Tiny Breaths #4)(35)
Damn, I love this chick.
Leveling my own gun, I step in beside her as the soft, rhythmic thump against the wall inside picks up. It’s obvious the guy is drilling Daisy Duke, and it’s making my own discomfort all the worse. I can’t help it. It’s normal for a guy to get off hearing that kind of shit.
Reese seems to stall for a moment. I’d do anything to see the expression on her face right now, to know what’s going through her head. She snaps out of it, though, and raises a hand to silently count down from five on her fingers.
And then we both leap into the doorway.
They were smart enough to keep their masks on at least.
The chick’s shorts are on the ground, her bare legs wrapped around the guy’s hips while he’s plowing into her, his pants hanging below his ass. All in all, a lot of vulnerable flesh on display.
With a delayed battle cry, we open fire, pelting them from head to toe with paint. I focus more on the guy’s back, but Reese holds no prisoners, unloading on his ass and her thighs as howls and shrieks of pain compete with the clicking of our guns.
My gun is out long before Reese’s, but she doesn’t look ready to let up. Finally, I grab her by the arm and pull her out. We run down the hill to screams of “You ass**les!” carrying through the forest. I keep pulling her along until the valley and the hut are no longer in view and I can’t run anymore because I’m laughing too damn hard.
Leaning back against a tree, I struggle to catch my breath. “I can’t believe we just did that.” We’ll get kicked out of the game and possibly banned from this place if the couple reports us. Then again, they’d have to admit to what they were doing in there and, while there’s no “no sex” rule in the handbook, I’m thinking it’s frowned upon by the referees.
“It’s their own damn fault!” she mutters, her breaths just as ragged as mine. “Did you see her? What if there were kids around? What a twat!”
Another bellow of laughter explodes out of me. “I haven’t heard that word in forever. She has clearly offended you with her sense of adventure.”
“That wasn’t a sense of adventure. That was no sense at all,” she growls between breaths. “What an idiot for coming dressed like that.”
Between the midday heat, the mask, and the running, sweat is pouring off me. I’m dying to take my mask off but I’m not about to risk losing an eye. “Come on. Let’s get going before a real opponent catches us.”
She sighs. “I’m done with playing for today.”
“What? Forget it! I’m not quitting until we find that flag or I’ve been shot.” I’m competitive by nature. I also haven’t had this much fun in a long time.
In answer, Reese points her gun at my crotch.
And fires.
With my arms folded across my chest, I watch Reese duck out of the changing room, her furtive eyes checking this way and that as she makes a beeline for my waiting car, tossing her bag of dirty clothes and gun into the trunk. Tucking a strand of freshly washed hair behind her ear, she cocks her head and looks at me somewhat sheepishly. “Will you survive?”
“Not sure. You’ll need to take it for a test run,” I smirk, pulling her into me, the smell of the soap from her shower catching my nose and proving that, yes, my dick is still able to at least stand.
She offers a small smile as she pulls away. “You should write to the manufacturers and complain.”
“And tell them what, exactly? That their soft cups don’t hold up well when a chick shoots you with a semiautomatic paintball gun at point blank range?” The sting actually went away within a few minutes but, damn, did it hurt. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t already have a raging hard-on and a growing case of blue balls. Still, I’ve hammed it up for Reese’s benefit, hoping I can guilt her into some hand action during the car ride back to the office.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Come up with something. You’re the lawyer. Come on, let’s go.” She ducks into the passenger seat of my car before I can answer. Honestly, I thought I’d be forcing her into my car to come to Warner. But between the gun to the privates and her friends texting to say they’ve left ahead of us, she’s not fighting me. In fact, she seems to be in a rush to get out of here.
“You okay?” I ask, climbing into the driver’s side, ready to blast the air conditioning. Even with a quick shower in the changing room, I’m already sweating again in this heat. “What’s wrong? Feeling guilty over ruining a magical moment for the happy couple?”
Her lips press together and she pauses. “No. I just thought it’d feel better than it did. It was . . .” She shakes her head. “Nothing. Let’s go before I change my mind about work.”
“Shit, we can’t have that.” I slide my key into the ignition and crank the engine. “I’m starving, though.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Good. We’ll stop and get you some small children to eat on the way, you wicked woman.” I’m about to throw the car into drive when I see a redheaded woman and a tall dark-haired guy walk across the parking lot toward us, talking slow, rigid steps. The woman’s cut-off shorts are free of paint but I can’t say the same for her legs, which are mottled with dry red paint. Welts run up the underside of her thighs.