“It would be a hardship. I promise not to like any of it, but I’d be willing to help you out.”
“Jess! No! What the fuck is the matter with you?” I want to shake her. “Did you go brain dead in the last ten minutes? Why the fuck would you think I’d be into sharing you?”
She shrugs and pulls the Glock from her own thigh holster. “I dunno. Same reason you thought I’d be into getting a fist to the vag, I guess. Or sucking your cock while you were overdosing on cocaine. The same reason you thought I’d be into using the ass plug in your bedside drawer.”
She’s teasing. She’s winning. “No fisting. No sharing.”
“No ass plug.”
“To be discussed.”
Her eyes flash. “No!”
“What if I gag you? Then you can’t say no.”
She smacks me in the stomach and turns to walk away. “You’re a pig! I haven’t shot you yet today. Now might be a good time.”
“Don’t shoot me, Blondie.” I jog to catch up and throw my arms around her shoulders. Burying my face in her hair, I bite her earlobe and that sneaky piercing nobody ever sees. “I’m begging you. Don’t shoot me.”
Five minutes after taking her in my arms, I spin her around at the start of the circuit and help her load her gun. “Follow the steps, Jess. Roll when you gotta roll. Climb when you’ve gotta climb. And watch your six.”