Silas (Dirty Aces MC #4) - Lane Hart Page 0,22
shove it in my pocket, then pull the slide to make sure it’s empty before offering it to Cora. Out of my entire, extensive collection of guns, the Smith & Wesson is my favorite. I’ve carried this same gun on me for years, even used it to kill several men the night we busted into Harold Cox’s house. But since it’s the only one I have on me and I seriously doubt there’s a handgun store on the island, I’ll suck it up and give it to Cora.
“Here. This is a nine-millimeter Smith & Wesson. Take it. Hold it. Get familiar with it while it’s impossible for you to blow a hole through me by accident.”
Cora hesitates at first but finally holds out both hands for me to place the gun in her palms. “Oh,” she says, her still red eyebrows lifting in surprise when I let go. “It’s not as heavy as I thought it would be.”
“It’s a lot heavier loaded, I dropped the clip out of it. The nine is slim and only weighs a little more than a pound, but it’s plenty big enough to do the job,” I explain. Pointing to the side, I tell her, “This is the safety. When it’s down, it’s off; when it’s up, it’s on. You can flip it either way with your thumb.”
“Okay,” Cora says as she stares down at the gun. “How do I hold it?”
“You really want your feet about shoulder width apart, with the foot on your dominant side a little behind the other.”
“Like this?” she asks when she’s in position.
“Yeah, but don’t worry too much about your feet. If a time comes when you have to shoot an intruder, it’ll be the last thing on your mind. The most important part to remember is how to hold the gun in your hands and aim. You need to hold it with both. If you’re right-handed, that hand will go first, with your index finger beside but not over the trigger and your left hand wrapped around the handle and other hand.” She adjusts her grip, and I go around behind her to lift her arms. “Good. Extend your arms up and forward until you’ve got the sight at eye level. That’s this part,” I say when I point to the post sticking up on the barrel. “Get the sight centered up on one of the glasses.”
“Oh, okay,” she replies. “Got it on the blue one I think.”
“When I put the bullets back in it, we’ll let you try shooting it. But first, you need to be prepared for the recoil,” I explain.
“How bad is that going to be?” she asks.
“It’ll take a few tries to get used to it. That’s why you don’t want the gun right in front of your face where you can hit yourself.”
Pressing the front of my body to her backside, I try to ignore the soft swells of her ass cheeks against my crotch when I reach around and cover her hands with mine. “Go ahead and pull the trigger so I can show you how the recoil will feel,” I say. As soon as I hear the click, I give her hands and the gun a harsh, sudden jerk up and backward. Cora, of course, startles at the motion, which causes her ass to slam back against my dick. It instantly hardens in anticipation of more sexy thrusts.
“Each and every time you fire the gun, all eight times if you empty the entire clip, it’s going to recoil like that,” I tell her. And because I’m a desperate man with an even more desperate cock, I repeat the same jerking action seven more times, enjoying the little bit of friction more than I should. Cora has to have noticed how I’m poking her from behind. I think I even heard her moan softly once.
Like a horny teenager alone with a girl for the first time, I’m thick and swollen, my heartrate speeding up while my panting breaths come faster and faster. I need to finish this fucking lesson and get the hell out of here before I do something stupid.
“You ready to shoot it with bullets?” I ask Cora.
“Uh-huh. I think so,” she says with a nod.
Without moving even an inch away from her ass, I pull the clip from my pocket and shove it up into the gun Cora’s still holding tightly.
Placing my hands on either of her hips, I tell her, “Now, before you can shoot it, you need