Page 62 of No Rules
“We visited his club a few times.”
“Connor must’ve loved that.” The man was a total exhibitionist, much like Ryan, for that matter.
“He loves the public sex, but he’s still a little sensitive about”—Josh lowered his voice—“the Beast.”
Ah yes, the Beast. Connor had a monster dick the size of which Alex had never seen in his life. Not a problem for Josh, but apparently, Connor had gotten some shit about it in the past, so it was a sensitive issue for him. Alex had loved watching the guy as he fucked Josh straight into subspace, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be willing or able to take a cock that size himself. Luckily, he didn’t need to. Ryan was enough for him, thank you very much.
“All right, enough reminiscing.” Wander rubbed his hands together, his grin promising he was up to something. “It looks like we have the perfect group for some friendly competition. What do you guys say?”
Connor and Josh looked at each other, and then Connor nodded. “What did you have in mind?”
Before anyone could say anything, Josh cleared his throat. “How about Doms versus subs?”
Connor groaned. “Baby, you’re not playing fair.”
Alex frowned. What did he mean?
Josh’s eyes twinkled as he shrugged. “You’re saying that three bad-ass Doms can’t beat two little subbies?”
Alex didn’t want to deceive the others. Wander knew how good a shot he was, but he’d never trained with Ryan before, and of course, Connor and Josh didn’t have a clue either. But when he opened his mouth, Josh grabbed his hand and tugged it, so Alex closed it again. Why didn’t Josh want him to speak up?
Wander’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll take that line-up.”
“Perfect.” Josh stood up straight, and Alex did a double take. The introverted man was radiating a confidence he’d never seen from him. What was going on here? “What do the winners get?”
“You seem awfully confident you’re going to win,” Ryan commented, studying Josh. So he, too, had picked up on something being off about this. But what?
Josh crossed his arms. “Scared to take me on?”
Ryan snorted. “Never.”
“Then name the prize.”
“A week of unlimited orgasms for the subs if they win,” Wander said. “And if you lose, your Doms will get to lock you up for a week.”
Ryan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I like that. I’m in.”
Connor grumbled. “We’re so gonna regret this, but you’re on.”
“Okay. Half an hour practice, and then we’ll start the competition,” Wander said. “You guys take lane four, and we’ll stay on five.”
“Deal.” Josh slung his arm around Alex’s shoulders and pulled him to the next lane.
“Josh, what do you know that I don’t?” Alex asked when they were out of hearing range. “I’m an excellent shot, but I don’t know if I can beat Connor. He’s a Marine, for fuck’s sake.”
Josh’s face split open in a wide grin. “Former Army sniper, baby. We’re gonna smoke these guys.”
Army sniper? Holy shit. “I’ll take any tips you’ve got.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Okay, let’s get some practice in so I can see what you’ve got.”
They started with handguns, both shooting a 9mm, then a .45 Magnum. Not Alex’s favorite, though he was proficient with them. They both did well, though Josh wasn’t exceptional.
“My specialty is rifles, for obvious reasons,” Josh told Alex when they were reloading. “So let’s do one more round, and then we’ll move on to those.”
Once they had switched, Josh went first, his face a mask of concentration as he prepared for his shot. He was in his own world, it seemed, not reacting to the hustle and bustle around them. He squeezed the trigger and hit the center dead on. Then again. And again. And when he sent the target farther back—much, much farther back—he still hit his target every single time.
Alex’s mouth dropped open. Holy shit. He’d never seen anything like this.