SHUT DOWN | JENLISA

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Lisa

This woman was insanely, predictably, and outrageously competitive. The gun range was cleared out for us, and Jennie was in full attack and destroy mode. I didn't expect any less from my little devil, but even I had to be impressed with how great of a shot she was.

We were going to do five rounds. There was a 10-, 25-, 50-, 100-, and 200-yard range. The 10-yard range was specifically designed for pistols and revolvers only. Jennie wasn't even dressed in anything sexual or provocative, yet I couldn't keep my eyes off of her the entire time.

Leather boots, tight jeans, and an even tighter white shirt. Fuck. And she was holding a gun? Fuck me. We were neck to neck and down to the last range. The 200-yard range.

Jennie was calmer than I was, but you could see the fire and determination in her eyes as she aimed her gun and relaxed her breathing. She took the shot, and her men and I all looked, and of course, she'd shot a perfect bullseye. She put her gun down, took off her goggles, wiggled her hips, and did a little dance.

"Ha! Fucking beat that, Lisa."

"Woman, come over here." I ushered her over, and she skipped until she reached me. "Give me a kiss for good luck."

She giggled at my words and shook her head.

"You don't play fair, do you? How am I supposed to concentrate when I can see your nipples poking through your shirt?" I groaned. "I just want to bend you over right here and fuck you."

She tutted and pulled away from me. "Take the shot, Lisa."

She stepped away, and I angled my gun forward. It was an easy shot, and I could easily take it, but we'd be tied. She seemed so excited to come here with me and play out our bet that I didn't want to win or be tied for our results.

After upsetting her in the morning, I wanted to make her laugh and smile. I wanted to make it up to her. I pulled the trigger, and it didn't go through the target.

"Shit." I set the gun down and took off my goggles. "Damn. Another round?"

She gave me a look and crossed her arms over her chest. "Did you miss it on purpose?"

"No, maybe I'm just a lousy shot."

"You're lying to me, Lisa."

I grabbed her hands and pulled her to me. "Are you saying that you don't want to see me strip and dance for you? You're hurting my ego, woman."

"Nothing could ever hurt your ego, Lisa." She mocked. "And you missed it on purpose."

I shrugged. "Maybe I'm eager to dance for you and then later possibly fuck you."

"Possibly." She repeated and got on her toes to kiss me quickly. "I'm hungry. Feed me."

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Italian."

"A woman who knows what she wants. Crazy." She smacked my chest, and I swatted her ass in retaliation. "Let's go. I've got to feed my woman."