Silas (Dirty Aces MC #4) - Lane Hart Page 0,23

to pull the slide along the top back.”

She performs the move like she’s done it before, then readjusts her grip, ready to fire the gun.

“Put your finger in front of the trigger now, but don’t apply any pressure,” I instruct her. “You need to line up your shot first. When you’re ready, you’re going to hold your breath and then finally pull the trigger.”

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Cora says.

“Sure you can. Just pull your finger back on the trigger hard and it’ll fire.”

“I’m afraid of dropping it when it goes off,” she admits.

“It’s okay if you drop the gun, but I’ll make sure you don’t,” I say when I cover her hands again. “Pull the trigger when you’re ready.”

I stand completely still, trying not to breathe while waiting for her to shoot it the first time. I’m about to give up when I feel her back heave against my chest with a deep breath that she holds.

The gun fires, the harsh noise making us both flinch as I steady her hands from the recoil.

“Ear plugs. I should’ve gotten us some fucking ear plugs for this,” I say when I release her hands, figuring she’ll be even more traumatized by guns now.

“I hit it!” Cora exclaims. “I broke the glass.”

I finally put some space between our bodies to look over at the rail. And sure enough, the top half of the blue glass is missing.

“Damn, woman,” I mutter in surprise. “Nice shot. You want to try and break the others?”

“Yes,” she agrees excitedly before taking aim. Before she shoots, though, she steps back until she’s flush against my chest, torturing my dick yet again. The first shot misses the red glass completely, but on the second, she blows the bottom out of it, almost putting a hole in the wooden rail. By the time she gets to the green glass, she hits it on the first try, so she goes back and finishes off the blue one until the gun clicks and nothing happens when the clip is empty.

“I’ve got an extra full clip, but I’ll have to send you more bullets,” I admit sheepishly when I remove the other clip from my pocket.

“Oh, that’s fine,” Cora says when she turns around to face me, lowering the gun and holding it next to her thigh to take the extra clip from my hand.

She’s standing so close that in the morning sunlight I can count all the pale freckles over her cheeks and nose. I can still feel the heat from her body and miss having it pressed up against mine. A strange urge to lean down and kiss her full, ruby red lips comes over me, which is so fucking stupid I want to shoot myself in the face.

“I’ll go inside and find something to write on,” I tell her before I make my escape. It’s high time I hit the road and say goodbye to Cora once and for all.

Chapter Eleven

Cora

* * *

He wants me.

Sam wants me.

I wasn’t sure before because he’s so hard to read, but I had a hunch, even when he rejected me.

Then, just now, I felt how turned on he was pressing his erection into my body over and over again. I just wish he had done it when we were both wearing less clothing.

I guess he’s wanted me this whole time, but maybe kept his hands off me because of his job. He would likely get fired if anyone found out he fooled around with me. And while I don’t want that to happen, he can count on me to keep a secret. Doesn’t he know that by now?

Ugh, if only we had a little more time together, I think he would give in. I don’t want to be alone here without him. Even though I know nothing between us could be more than a hot night, I want him to stay. I want that one night! It’ll be something to get me through the loneliness I’ll face for the next few months or, who knows, maybe years.

When Sam hurries back inside the house, I follow him, watching as he scribbles on the back of another realtor flier.

“There,” he says, tossing the pen down. “And, ah, you should have everything you need for now. The fridge and pantry are stocked. Here’s your new ID and shit,” he says, pulling them from his pocket to place them on the counter. “Go get a phone when you can or just order one. You