Page 11 of Maverick
She gave him a thumbs up and some well-faked enthusiasm.
Larry smirked. “Yeah, you’d probably suck at this, being an office girl and all.”
Kat’s eyes narrowed and she cocked her head. “Excuse me?”
I took a step back and bit my knuckle to hide my laugh.
“Hey, there’s no shame. I’m sure you could beat me in a typing contest. Why don’t you sit over there on the bench and look pretty? You can watch me and Mav do men’s work.”
I took another step to the side and turned my head. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice my shoulders shaking. Larry might be confused some of the time, but he definitely understood his daughter.
“Sit down and look pretty while you two do men’s work? Are you kidding me right now?”
Larry shrugged. “It’s okay, sweetheart. That’s why God made big strong men like us. To protect the little womenfolk.”
I snuck a glance at Kat and saw the fire in her eyes.Bingo.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Mav, hurry up and show me all the safety shit so I can shoot something.”
Kat was a quick learner despite her initial discomfort. I walked her through a crash course in gun safety. Loading, unloading, handling. And then she was ready.
She stood with her arms outstretched and a semi-automatic Glock in her hand.
“Like this?” she asked, her head turned toward me.
Fuck, she looked good. Her jeans hugged her tight curves. Her hair was in a long braid, and I had half a mind to give her a couple of leg holsters to complete the Lara Croft vibe. I closed my eyes, loving the image. If nothing else, this woman would supply me with enough spank bank to last the next decade.
“Your aim is a little off, let me help you there.”
I pressed my front flush against her back, relishing her soft intake of breath. I lowered my mouth to her neck.
“Like this, Kitty Kat.” She fit nicely in my arms. I was tall at 6‘2″, but she was a little shorter than me at maybe 5′10″. I liked a tall woman. I knew some men liked petite and delicate. Hell, the only way Bear could love Pixie more is if she’d fit inside his pocket.
But not me. I liked a woman who wouldn’t blow away in a strong wind, and who wouldn’t give me a neck cramp every time we kissed.
“Thanks,” she said, her voice breathy. “That’s, um… helpful.”
I smirked, though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, my aim is pretty spot on. When I set my eyes on a target, I rarely miss.”
She nodded again, her braid brushing against me. “Got it. And how’s my stance?” She turned her head to smirk. “Am I in a good position? Am I—” she wiggled her hips, and given our close proximity, rubbed her ass right across my cock, “—hitting the target?”
I groaned, taking a step back to adjust my dick. “Let’s find out.” Because watching her shoot wouldtotallycalm my dick down.
Kat fired several rounds, and about half of them made it onto the target paper. She was not a happy girl as I showed her how to remove the magazine and inspect the chamber.
“I’ve got my guys running the shop most days, but any time you want to practice, you let me know. I’ll make sure I’m here.”
She huffed and crossed her arms. “Dad has those hay bales I could shoot at, but until my aim is better, I’m worried about shooting off into the woods.”
I could have appeased her concerns. Her dad’s hay bales were nearly impossible to miss, even if she didn’t hit the target. But if that kept her coming back to me, I’d keep my mouth shut.
“Larry, you know it’s Thursday. You should take Kat over to the club for lunch.”
Larry’s head tilted. “Eh, I’m not sure if that’s Katie’s scene. She’s a little,” he looked at his daughter, “fancy.”
“Ugh, enough!” Kat exclaimed. “I am not fancy.”
I tried to cover my snort with a cough. She was wearing pearls. That she literally clutched earlier.
