“Are you okay there, buddy?” I asked every now and then, making sure that Vince was occupied until the end of the shop hours.
“Yeah, Daddy. I’m coloring this book until the last page today!” he exclaimed, excited to finish the book off. He was humming happily as he kept himself busy, behaving well while seated at my desk as I continued to work.
As customers went in and out of the shop, I thought of Kylie. She said she would come today and buy a gun. The thought of seeing her left my pulse spiking. What was it about the woman? Had to be her unassuming attitude. Or maybe the fact that she was the only woman in town who didn’t throw herself at me.
It left me wanting to test the theory that she was pure, untouched. How beautiful would it be to have her open herself up to me? To trust me with her body. With her heart.
I served customers until I could not count, yet there was still no trace of her. Did she forget? Had she changed her mind? Why was I even thinking about her? I should focus on the work in front of me, not on her. It was a busy day, and getting sidetracked was doing nothing but slowing me down.
Just when the sun was about to set, I spotted Kylie coming in. Unexplainable relief flowed in my veins, and my heart skipped a beat. It was a little disturbing. How long had I wanted to get to know this woman, my neighbor?
The peace of mind I experienced was a little out of place, but I knew it was from the innate need to protect her. I kept telling myself that it was because I was a good guy. Besides, helping her get a gun was the best help I could offer, especially after the unknown break-in that happened the day before.
“Hi.” She raised her hand, speaking in a shy tone. She looked nervous as hell. Was it because of all the guns around? Did she feel threatened instead of feeling safe? Or was it me?
I leaned on the glass counter, greeting her back. “Hey.” I lost all thought and couldn’t remember what the fuck else I should have said. Her pretty face left me falling into silence. Those perfect blue eyes were deep, drawing me into her. Thank the heavens, she kept the conversation running.
“So, as weird as it sounds, I think the break-in incident yesterday was a sign. I thought about it a million times, but I finally decided to do something. So, yeah, I’m finally buying a gun.” She smiled shyly, looking far too cute for her own good. She was bright and pretty, and I could not take my eyes off of her. That day when she caught me staring at her in their store was embarrassing, and yet I’d do it again a million times.
“So, tell me then. How many guns have you had?” I kept my eyes on hers, still dazed by her beauty.
She shook her head, her fair skin rosy on her cheeks as she answered my question. “I had never had one. Not even held one my entire life.” She bit her lip gently, looking down on the display of guns. She was avoiding my gaze.
Heat raced up my chest and coated my cheeks and throat. She was so damn beautiful. My body hardened at the thought of pressing her to a bed beneath me. It had been a while since those feeling came around. It threw me off for a minute, but I found my voice and tried to play it cool.
“Interesting. I will help you find a match.” I moved around, searching along the displays to show her some of the guns I would recommend.
She followed my direction, looking at the displays as well, seeking the one gun which she would like to learn more about.
“How about this one?” She pointed to the one .45 ACP semi-automatic pistol.
I took it and held it before her, telling her more about her first pick’s features. “Good choice. Actually, this one is made for ladies. For self-defense. Although I doubt it is for new gun owners like you. Not the sort of gun that a beginner would pick for her first time.”
She nodded, her lips parted into a little ‘O’ as I spoke. God, even her lips were divine. My thoughts turned naughty, and I had to pull myself back from a fantasy of watching her suck the head of my cock, drinking me down as I let myself go for her. Just her.
“I guess that’s not the one for me then.” I put the gun back as she checked out the other guns on display. She stopped walking as she spotted one that seemed to capture her interest. She pointed to the sleek metal .357 caliber revolver that was on the front of the display.
“Nice. This one’s pretty hardcore, but easy to handle. You can load six bullets in it though. Limited slots. Still, it is easy to use and, as you would imagine, quite effective,” I explained, keeping her amused with my words.
She looked impressed, her eyes smiling at me. “Hardcore, hm?” Was that flirting? Fuck. It had been too long. I honestly couldn’t tell.
I smirked at her, waiting for her further picks. “Yes, ma’am.”
“What about you, Hunter? What would you recommend for me?” she asked, her voice playful. Flirting. Definitely flirting. Finally. Those natural red, sexy lips curved into a smile, matched by the deep blue eyes she possessed. She was catching me again, trapping me inside her charm and control.
I licked my lips and glanced down at the case. “If I
were asked, I would pick this.” I moved away, walking near the end of the case. I took the Glock 19 Gen4 (9 mm Luger) out, being the perfect fit for her soft, delicate hands. “This is perfect for you. Self-defense gun with a lightweight, easy to handle body. Also, you can use it without any problems with your left or right hand. The expanded magazines will allow you more bullets. Look at it.”
I extended the gun over to her, allowing her to inspect and scrutinize the gun’s grip and aesthetics. She studied it with keen concentration, as if it were a precious artifact being examined. After a few more seconds, she gave it to me and smiled. “I’m taking it then.”
I led the way toward the desk, where Vince was still busy coloring the few last pages of his book. He glanced up and smiled, standing up and walking around the counter. “Miss Kylie. How are you?”
Her eyes brightened. “Good, Vince.” She knelt down. “How are you today?”
“I’m great.” He reached out and touched her cheek. I went to scold him, but she put her hand over his and smiled. “I was worried about you last night.”
“Well, thank you. I stayed with my mom.” She patted his hand and stood, turning back to me.