Page 14 of Gotta Jones For Ya

I said I wanted to do something I’d never done before but I damn sure didn’t think I’d be standing in front of a blacked-out door at a private indoor gun range that existed behind a fake storefront.

Everything was dim, polished, and high-tech.

That cold rush of air conditioning hit my thighs first, and then the gunpowder scent hit next.

Masculine. Sterile. Loud. It was a different kind of dangerous.

Knuck held the door open for me with that smug little smirk he always wore when he knew he was up to no good.

He chuckled, locking the door behind us as his heavy boots echoed across the concrete.

“You said you wanted different. You didn’t specify what kinda different, so I used my imagination.”

“And your imagination landed on… semi-automatic weapons?”

“Nah. My imagination landed on you pressed up against me while I teach you how to hold one.”

And just like that, my thighs got warm. I hated how fast he could flip the switch on my body like that. One minute, I was unsure, nervous even. Next minute, I was clenched and biting the inside of my cheek like a damn rookie.

He led me further in, and a man was already behind a bulletproof glass check-in, giving Knuck a head nod of respect. No ID check. No waiver. No “first-timer” spiel.

“Aye, it’s set up already in Bay 3,”

the man said.

“Your shit’s on the table.”

Knuck nodded back and said, “Good looks, bro”. Then, he guided me by the small of my back through the hallway.

“Wait. Why didn’t you have to show ID?”

I whispered.

“There’s rules to this shit, Keon.”

“My man’s owns this range,”

he replied casually.

I blinked.

“You… you know someone who owns a gun range.”

“Amongst other shit.”

My stomach flipped a little at that last part.

Bay 3 was pristine, well-lit, soundproof, and cold. A matte black table had two handguns laid out, a few boxes of ammo, ear protection, and two clear glasses of water, like we were on a damn date or something.

“You ever held one before?”

he asked, stepping behind me.

“No.”

“Good. You ain’t ‘posed to be holdin’ no burner unless you ready to use it. But you with’ me now, so you gon’ know how to protect yourself.”

My pulse jumped.

“I thought you were the protection.”

“I am,”

he said in my ear, heat dancing along my neck.

“But I ain’t always gon’ be right next to you. Gotta know you can hold your own. And if you keep lookin’ like this every time we outside, I damn sure need you to know how to up somethin’. Quick.”

I swallowed and then nodded. Knuck handed me the smaller gun first, showing me how to load it, then unload it. I fumbled the first time. My nails got in the way. But he didn’t laugh. He didn’t tease. He stepped behind me, both hands gripping mine, warm and rough as hell, guiding me through it.

“Like that,”

he muttered.

“Yeah… now rack that bitch.”

I did. A soft clack filled the air. He adjusted my arms from behind, his body flush against mine now.

“Spread your feet. Shoulder width. Relax your neck.”

“I am relaxed,”

I muttered, trying not to focus on how thick he felt behind me or the scent of his cologne lingering heavily in the air.

“You not. You stiff as fuck,”

he said, voice low and smug.

“But it’s cool. I’ll loosen you up later.”

“Shut up.”

“You like when I talk nasty.”

I bit back a smile.

“You really are full of yourself.”

“Go ‘head. Aim. Shoot. Just squeeze, don’t snatch it.”

I did. The first shot startled me so bad I damn near screamed, but I didn’t miss the paper silhouette. I hit somewhere near the shoulder.

“There she go,”

he praised.

“Bust that shit again.”

I hit the chest this time. And I couldn’t lie, I felt powerful as hell.

Knuck kissed the side of my jaw without warning, whispering, “So fuckin’ sexy.”

“Me holding a gun is sexy to you?”

“Nah. Me teachin’ you how to move in this world without fear? You holdin’ a burner while wearin’ my chain? That shit turns me all the way on.”

My knees damn near buckled.

We stayed in there for another thirty minutes. I emptied a full clip, missed some, and hit most. Then he took his turn with the bigger piece and made me stand behind him. Watching his arms flex. I watched how calm he was. Precise.

Something about the way he stood there, that big-ass gun in his hand like it was an extension of him, made my stomach do something wicked. He looked like a goddamn weapon himself. Tatted up, fingers wrapped around cold steel, jaw tight, neck flexed, that energy low but so loud. And when he turned back to me after hitting a dead-center shot, I swear my pussy jumped.

He tucked the gun safely back into the holster on the table, but I was still stuck looking at him. The shit stirred something so deep in me, I couldn’t ignore it. I stepped toward him, slow, breathing heavy, heart slamming. His brow ticked up.

“You good?”

I looked up at him, lips slightly parted.

“I want you.”

He cocked his head.

“Right now?”

“Mmhmm.”

I nodded, chest rising and falling.

“Right now.”

He stared at me for a long beat, like he was making sure I meant that shit. Like he was giving me a chance to back out. I didn’t. And when I dropped to my knees in front of him, he let out a low, sinful chuckle that vibrated all the way through me.

“I knew you was a freak demon underneath all that resistance and attitude,”

he muttered, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip.

“Go ‘head then. Show me somethin’.”

I unbuckled his pants with shaky fingers, tugged them low enough to free that thick, heavy dick . My mouth watered.

“You nervous?”

he asked, still calm. Too calm.

I glanced up. “No,”

I whispered, brushing my tongue along his tip, “I know how to suck dick very well.”

“Then prove it.”

And I did. I wrapped my lips around him and eased down slowly, eyes fluttering from the stretch. He hissed through his teeth, hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head. Not forcing, just there. Holding. Possessive.

“Yeahhh… that’s it,”

he groaned.

“Get them fuckin’ jaws workin’, baby.”

I went in, spit slicking my chin already. I wasn’t trying to be cute at all. I wanted to feel him twitch and moan my name. I sucked, twisted my hand at the base, and worked my throat on him while he growled above me.

“Fuck. You tryna drain me in this bitch?”

I moaned against him, and that only made it nastier. Wet, messy sounds echoed through the booth. My knees were pressed to the cold concrete, his thighs tensed, abs flexed. He let out this raw-ass growl from his chest and gripped the side of the table for balance.

Then he snapped. “C’mere.”

Knuck yanked me up, lips crashing into mine as I gasped, fingers tangled in his shirt. He turned, slammed my back against the side wall of the booth, his grip on my thighs tight enough to bruise.

“Fuck. I need that pussy,”

he groaned, low and deadly against my mouth.

“You gon’ fuck ‘round and get pregnant in this muthafucka.”

He shoved my panties to the side, fingers sliding through soaked folds. “Fuck me,”

I begged, breath ragged. Seconds later, he pushed into me and I damn near choked on a cry.

My nails dug into his back, eyes rolling, heart slamming. He was so deep, so thick, it hurt good—so damn good. Tears stung the corners of my eyes as he rocked into me with punishing strokes, every thrust knocking the air from my lungs.

“You feel that? Huh?”

he rasped, sweat beading at his temple.

“That’s me claimin’ every inch of this pussy.

“God,”

I moaned loudly, legs locked tight around his waist.

“Knuck… oh, God…”

My head dropped back against the wall, jaw slack. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. He kissed me hard, hand at my throat, keeping me grounded as he beat my pussy up.

“I fuckin’ love this shit,”

he murmured, biting my earlobe.

“I’ll shoot a nigga over this pussy, girl. Nobody ever gon’ fuck you like this. Just me.”

I whimpered, clenching around him. His rhythm broke, got rougher. Sloppier. Wet smacks echoed loud in the booth as I felt his release building. “Fuck,”

he bit out, dragging me flush against his chest.

“Say you feel this shit.”

“I… I feel it, I feel you…”

“Say this dick is yours,”

he demanded through clenched teeth.

“This dick is mine, Keon. Fuck!!!”

He groaned deep, like he’d just lost control of himself. My legs shook. My body shuddered as I came so hard I was seeing stars. He pulsed deep inside and then released and nudged all over the concrete floor.

When the world stilled, he pressed his forehead to mine, breath ragged.

“You shoulda never let me hit this shit from jump,”

he whispered.

“You really ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

And the craziest part was that I didn’t want to leave. I couldn’t tell him that, though… not yet.