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As my men discussed the rules, I sat by the car, plotting. By the time Greyson sat with me, I knew exactly how I was going to enact my plan.
“I want Dominic to win,” I told Grey.
“Then he better shoot well.” When I said nothing, he looked at me with suspicion. “I’m not going to throw the competition because you want me to.”
What the hell?
“I didn’t ask,” I growled, more than a little affronted.
I was a criminal, yes, but even I believed in fairness. I just happened to believe it was better at my hands than someone else’s.
Grey set his hand on my thigh, squeezing when I refused to look at him in favor of watching Nate and Dominic set up their guns. They’d decided on three rounds, three guns, with the targets moving farther away each time. The last shot required a rifle, which felt like a mistake on Dominic’s part, but since they hadn’t asked my opinion, I didn’t offer it. He’d figure it out himself.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Grey said softly. “I’m sorry.”
I knew he didn’t, but I wasn’t going to let the chance go by.
“Apologize by helping me.”
I didn’t need his help to enact my plan, but I wanted it. Half because it was payback and half because I still felt his lips on my skin from this morning.
“Nate agreed to this, knowing Dominic could win. He offered up his skin, and I want to see if he’ll really go through with it.” Mostly because I knew Dominic. Whatever tattoo he was planning, I’d like.
“What’s your plan?”
“A little reminder of what’s to come. Mainly, me.”
When Grey looked over at me with a wolfish grin, I knew I’d won. “Come here, wife.”
Hell yes. Nate was going down.
Chapter Fifteen
Mari
Greyson pulled me between his legs like Nate had. As the other two began their first round, he unbuttoned my shorts just enough to wedge his hand into my panties. Since this wasn’t about fucking or teasing me mercilessly, he just sank his fingers inside me, forcing a gasp out of my throat right as Nate took his first shot.
It went wide.
He flipped around, gun pointed down, and immediately scowled. “Should have known you wouldn’t play fair.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I breathed as Grey’s palm ground against my clit. “I was horny, and Grey was available.”
Nate lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so? Your greedy little pussy decided it couldn’t wait ten fucking minutes?”
I shrugged, arching into Grey as he drove his fingers in deeper. “What can I say? You handling weapons makes me hot.”
Nate’s eyes flared, and he stepped toward me until Dominic’s shot broke the tension.
Dead center.
“One point for me,” he said gleefully. His eyes were smoldering over Nate’s shoulder, even as he gave me a thumbs-up.
Nate glowered, but I refused to back down. If he really didn’t want the tattoo, all he had to do was say so, but he wouldn’t. He was in this, just like we were.
The moment stretched as he moved his gaze to where Grey touched me, where my hips were writhing, where I felt so wet, I was nearly dripping. I could almost hear his thick swallow as he tore those eyes away.
Nate’s jaw was tight as he stepped back into position, lifting the next gun with precision. With his own special form of skill, Greyson twisted his fingers, hitting that spot that made me cry out.
