Danny was already at the range, unlocking the armory, when Cate arrived. “Hey Slick!” he greeted her with a grin. Then he gave Cate a surprised look when he realized Jon was not with her. “Where’s Rock Star?”
“He’s meeting us here in a few minutes.” Cate answered. “I think he and George went to grab some dinner or something.”
Danny’s brow furrowed as he gave Cate a concerned look. “Everything okay?” Cate didn’t look upset, but she didn’t look ecstatic, either. He could see in her eyes that she was conflicted about something. Wonder what happened?
“Yeah, Danny, things are fine. It was just kinda a rough afternoon.” She sighed, then noticed Danny’s immediate frown. “Don’t worry – nothing bad happened. I’m just off my game today.”
“Having a hard time concentrating?” Danny’s voice was gentle, not teasing. “Hey, most women couldn’t even remember their own name if they found themselves in the same room as Jon Bon Jovi. And you spent the afternoon smacking him around. Must have been pretty satisfying…for you, I mean.” I bet he enjoyed it too…
Cate had to smile at Danny. Satisfying it certainly was NOT. Stimulating, on the other hand… “Not really. We ran into…complications. He wouldn’t do the defensive counterstrikes. Said he was afraid he’d hurt me, and he wouldn’t hit a woman.”
Danny grimaced. “Yikes. He said THAT to the wrong chick, didn’t he?” He gave Cate a pointed look. “Tell me you didn’t overreact and do something you regret.”
Cate shook her head. “No. Nothing like that.” I don’t regret ending up with him wrapped around me on the floor… “But I did get kinda pissy with him. I ended up taking him to George’s class and he did the last hour and a half there. I helped George teach. Jon practiced with the new BATs.”
Danny chuckled at the thought of the new trainees finding a bona-fide rock star in their midst. “That must have been something to see.”
“Oh yeah.” Cate agreed. “Especially when I put his ass on the floor when he tried to get cute on a disarm move.”
“Slick, you didn’t…in front of the class?” Danny shook his head. “Damn. Did he get pissed?”
“I don’t think so. He seemed okay when he left.” Cate looked over to the firing line so Danny couldn’t read her eyes. “I asked George to take him back to FTB, then I went for a long run.”
Danny shook his head, but didn’t say anything. He knew Cate was struggling with her attraction to Jon, and apparently this afternoon’s interaction had caused the first chink to appear in her armor. He didn’t want to make her feel worse than she obviously already did.
He could tell she was dwelling on whatever it was that had happened between her and Jon earlier today, and that there was something she was holding back. She would tell him when she was ready – of that Danny was certain.
“C’mon, let’s go pull ammo.” Danny said, reaching out to punch her lightly on the shoulder. He and Cate went into the armory and opened the weapons lockers and munitions cage, pulling out a Glock for Jon and M-16s for both Jon and Cate. Danny counted out the correct number of rounds for each weapon, and Cate verified the count then signed the required forms.
As she was carrying the guns and ammo cans out to the range, Cate heard Jon’s voice as he and George walked in, talking about something sports-related. She looked up and saw the two men walking across the platform toward her.
Jon had showered and changed from his PTs into a tight olive-green t-shirt tucked into faded, worn Levis. Cate’s mouth watered when she saw they were button-fly 501s. Damn, this man seems to know ALL of my weaknesses…
Cate set the M-16s and ammo cans down on positions 10 and 12 on the firing line, then stood to face the men as they walked over to her. Jon gave Cate a warm smile. “Hello,” he said quietly. “Missed you at dinner – George took me to a great barbecue place.”
Cate felt her heart jump at Jon’s greeting. Oh Hell, one little word from him and already it’s starting… “Dreamland?” she asked, referring to the hole-in-the-wall joint that had the best ribs in town.
“Yeah. It was fantastic.” Jon answered. “Did you have a good workout?”
Oh yeah…thanks to you and your damned sexy, sultry voice… “I did.” Cate answered with a small smile. “I needed it.”
Cate’s slight blush didn’t go unnoticed by Jon. He saw her eyes swirling blue and grey, as they had when Jon had first met her in Floyd’s office. He was fascinated by those eyes, so soulful and expressive, yet so guarded. Before he could say anything to Cate, Danny interrupted.
“Okay Slick, I’m set up in the booth. Ready when you are. Hey Jon.” Danny walked over and stuck out his hand to Jon, who returned a quick handshake.
“Hey Danny. Thanks for helping out tonight.” Jon responded.
“No problem. Somebody’s gotta protect you from Cate.” Danny grinned and winked at Cate. Then he gave her a look that said “It will be okay…just breathe.”
Jon chuckled. “I think I can hold my own,” he answered, smiling at the memory of Cate’s thwarted “sneak attack” of this afternoon.
“Alright, let’s get to work, Boys.” Cate interrupted the banter. “We’ve got a lot to cover tonight.” She looked to Jon. “We’ll start with the Glock. You’ll need your holster and two magazine pouches.”
Jon nodded, then walked over to the 12 position, dropping his bag by the barricade stock. He squatted and pulled his leather gear and ear and eye protection from the bag, then stood and unbuckled his belt, pulling it free from the loops on the right side and back of his jeans.
Cate watched as he threaded the belt through the slots on the magazine pouches, sliding them to his left hip. He pushed the belt through the loops on the back of his waistband, then drew it through the slots on the holster. Once the holster was firmly in place on his right hip, he re-secured the buckle.
Cate did her best to keep her gaze above the belt, but couldn’t help sneaking a look or two at the buttons on his fly and the generous package they contained. And at his ass when he bent over to pick up his range glasses and earplugs. Damn, those jeans are killing me…
When Jon was finished, Cate stepped forward and pulled the extra Glock from the small of her back, where it was tucked into her belt. She handed the pistol to Jon, then had him point the muzzle downrange and verify that the weapon was clear and safe.
Once that was done Jon slid the handgun into his holster, snapping the safety catch. He and Cate opened their ammo boxes and each loaded eight magazines with bullets, Cate quizzing him on range safety and gun-handling procedure as they worked.
Jon noticed that Cate’s demeanor was subdued; usually when she was in “instructor mode” she was more animated and enthusiastic. She didn’t seem angry at him, but she wasn’t as open and relaxed as she had been earlier today. And she didn’t seem to want to look him in the eye.
When Cate had asked George to take him back to the office after training, Jon was worried that he had pushed her too far during DTs. The concern had nagged at him throughout his dinner break, and he hoped George didn’t pick up on his distraction.
Once the magazines were loaded, Cate and Jon stood at the firing line. George hovered nearby, snapping candid photos of the two of them with his digital SLR camera. Cate led Jon in some “dry fire” exercises, giving him the chance to draw, point, pull the trigger, drop his sights, clear the field, safety, and reholster. She practiced along with him, giving him a visual reference.
After about five minutes of warm-up, Cate and Jon loaded their weapons and prepared for target practice. Danny had already set the targets downrange, so Cate and Jon put in their earplugs and prepared to “go hot.”
They started with the basic qualification course, firing slowly and deliberately. Cate coached Jon through each combination, having him watch her fire, then having him shoot at his own target.
Cate was impressed with Jon’s mechanics and weapon control; he had a powerful stance and a firm grip, and his strong arms absorbed the weapon’s recoil effortlessly. He seemed comfortable firing the handgun from standing and supported positions, but needed a little coaching with over-barrier firing and reloading technique. Overall, though, he performed very well.
There was little Cate needed to correct about Jon’s technique, which was fine with her. The more physical contact she could avoid, the less her focus would be diverted.
After they ran through the qualification course together, Cate stepped back and had Jon run the course solo. She stood slightly in front and to the left of Jon, evaluating him as she did her students during individual exercises.
As Jon fired off his first rounds, Cate realized she was in for a rough night. Jon’s performance with the Glock was near-flawless…as was his body as it flexed and bent and thrusted. Cate evaluated every aspect of Jon’s posture as he moved through the course of fire. In her mind she repeated the mantra she taught all her students, to remind them of proper firing stance: "Feet, knees, hips, shoulders..."
First, his legs. His feet were set shoulder-width apart, left slightly in front of the right, in a classic Weaver stance. His knees were slightly bent, helping his body absorb the recoil of the weapon after each shot, and his hips were squared toward the target.
The soft, faded denim of his Levis clung to his strongly-muscled calves and thighs, which contracted slightly at each recoil. His glutes clenched under the pockets of those 501s with each shot as well, helping him maintain his balance and causing Cate to nearly lose hers.
Cate swept her gaze upward. Jon’s back was straight, his shoulders aligned and curved slightly forward, and his arms pushed forward with elbows locked. Cate silently thanked God Jon was wearing a shirt, otherwise she would have to be scraped of the floor. As it was, she could see his pecs ripple under the fabric that was stretched snugly across his chest.
The sleeves of Jon’s t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing powerful biceps that bunched with the jolt of each recoil. And his forearms… Oh… My… God… Cate felt herself dampen as she watched the muscles jump, absorbing the shock of the weapon. She could stand there for days just watching his arms…
Cate shook herself from her reverie and her eyes moved forward to Jon’s hands, wrapped around the grip of the pistol. His trigger pull was perfect, slow and fluid, a squeeze rather than a jerk. Hell, even his finger on the Glock’s trigger looked sexy.
Cate’s gaze traveled back up those amazing arms to Jon’s face. Its beauty was astonishing. His strong, slightly stubbled jaw was set in concentration as he stared down the gun’s sights toward the target. A few wisps of golden hair from his glorious blonde mane brushed the top of his range glasses. His left eye was closed, soft honey-colored lashes forming a lush fringe, as his right eye focused on the sight at the end of the Glock’s barrel, the iris a bright azure ring around the black pool of his pupil.
Little wrinkles bunched at the corners of his eyes, making him look almost unbearably sexy. His luscious lips pressed together in concentration, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. Cate took a mental snapshot of his face and closed her eyes to imprint it on her memory. She knew she would see that image in every fantasy for the rest of her life.
Cate opened her eyes after a long moment, as Jon squeezed off the last few rounds of the magazine. She watched him crouch, press the button on the grip to release the empty magazine, and pull a fresh clip from his belt. Fluidly, Jon dropped the empty clip to the floor, slid the full mag into the empty slot, slammed it home with his palm, and pulled back the slide to release it forward and chamber a round. Then he effortlessly pushed back up to the Weaver stance and resumed firing.
Oh, Brah-VOH! Cate silently applauded. Jon had executed the reload perfectly; it was rare for her to see a student perform that task without fumbling. His prowess turned her on even more, and she could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart pounded. Oh Hell! You better get a grip…he’s almost done!
Cate tore her eyes from Jon’s exquisite form and looked downrange. Ignoring Jon’s last few shots, Cate willed herself to breathe rhythmically, to slow her pulse. She was hopelessly turned on, but she had to somehow hide it. She didn’t need a repeat of the mat room incident with Danny watching from the booth. Or with George running around with a camera.
Jon finished the course of fire, performed the recovery move, and holstered the Glock. He stepped back from the line and looked at Cate as she turned back toward him.
The raw desire in her eyes stopped him cold. He felt a rush of heat as his body responded to her stare, his jeans suddenly growing a little tighter. As Jon’s eyes locked with Cate’s he could read her emotions. There was no denying it this time. She wanted him.
“He’s meeting us here in a few minutes.” Cate answered. “I think he and George went to grab some dinner or something.”
Danny’s brow furrowed as he gave Cate a concerned look. “Everything okay?” Cate didn’t look upset, but she didn’t look ecstatic, either. He could see in her eyes that she was conflicted about something. Wonder what happened?
“Yeah, Danny, things are fine. It was just kinda a rough afternoon.” She sighed, then noticed Danny’s immediate frown. “Don’t worry – nothing bad happened. I’m just off my game today.”
“Having a hard time concentrating?” Danny’s voice was gentle, not teasing. “Hey, most women couldn’t even remember their own name if they found themselves in the same room as Jon Bon Jovi. And you spent the afternoon smacking him around. Must have been pretty satisfying…for you, I mean.” I bet he enjoyed it too…
Cate had to smile at Danny. Satisfying it certainly was NOT. Stimulating, on the other hand… “Not really. We ran into…complications. He wouldn’t do the defensive counterstrikes. Said he was afraid he’d hurt me, and he wouldn’t hit a woman.”
Danny grimaced. “Yikes. He said THAT to the wrong chick, didn’t he?” He gave Cate a pointed look. “Tell me you didn’t overreact and do something you regret.”
Cate shook her head. “No. Nothing like that.” I don’t regret ending up with him wrapped around me on the floor… “But I did get kinda pissy with him. I ended up taking him to George’s class and he did the last hour and a half there. I helped George teach. Jon practiced with the new BATs.”
Danny chuckled at the thought of the new trainees finding a bona-fide rock star in their midst. “That must have been something to see.”
“Oh yeah.” Cate agreed. “Especially when I put his ass on the floor when he tried to get cute on a disarm move.”
“Slick, you didn’t…in front of the class?” Danny shook his head. “Damn. Did he get pissed?”
“I don’t think so. He seemed okay when he left.” Cate looked over to the firing line so Danny couldn’t read her eyes. “I asked George to take him back to FTB, then I went for a long run.”
Danny shook his head, but didn’t say anything. He knew Cate was struggling with her attraction to Jon, and apparently this afternoon’s interaction had caused the first chink to appear in her armor. He didn’t want to make her feel worse than she obviously already did.
He could tell she was dwelling on whatever it was that had happened between her and Jon earlier today, and that there was something she was holding back. She would tell him when she was ready – of that Danny was certain.
“C’mon, let’s go pull ammo.” Danny said, reaching out to punch her lightly on the shoulder. He and Cate went into the armory and opened the weapons lockers and munitions cage, pulling out a Glock for Jon and M-16s for both Jon and Cate. Danny counted out the correct number of rounds for each weapon, and Cate verified the count then signed the required forms.
As she was carrying the guns and ammo cans out to the range, Cate heard Jon’s voice as he and George walked in, talking about something sports-related. She looked up and saw the two men walking across the platform toward her.
Jon had showered and changed from his PTs into a tight olive-green t-shirt tucked into faded, worn Levis. Cate’s mouth watered when she saw they were button-fly 501s. Damn, this man seems to know ALL of my weaknesses…
Cate set the M-16s and ammo cans down on positions 10 and 12 on the firing line, then stood to face the men as they walked over to her. Jon gave Cate a warm smile. “Hello,” he said quietly. “Missed you at dinner – George took me to a great barbecue place.”
Cate felt her heart jump at Jon’s greeting. Oh Hell, one little word from him and already it’s starting… “Dreamland?” she asked, referring to the hole-in-the-wall joint that had the best ribs in town.
“Yeah. It was fantastic.” Jon answered. “Did you have a good workout?”
Oh yeah…thanks to you and your damned sexy, sultry voice… “I did.” Cate answered with a small smile. “I needed it.”
Cate’s slight blush didn’t go unnoticed by Jon. He saw her eyes swirling blue and grey, as they had when Jon had first met her in Floyd’s office. He was fascinated by those eyes, so soulful and expressive, yet so guarded. Before he could say anything to Cate, Danny interrupted.
“Okay Slick, I’m set up in the booth. Ready when you are. Hey Jon.” Danny walked over and stuck out his hand to Jon, who returned a quick handshake.
“Hey Danny. Thanks for helping out tonight.” Jon responded.
“No problem. Somebody’s gotta protect you from Cate.” Danny grinned and winked at Cate. Then he gave her a look that said “It will be okay…just breathe.”
Jon chuckled. “I think I can hold my own,” he answered, smiling at the memory of Cate’s thwarted “sneak attack” of this afternoon.
“Alright, let’s get to work, Boys.” Cate interrupted the banter. “We’ve got a lot to cover tonight.” She looked to Jon. “We’ll start with the Glock. You’ll need your holster and two magazine pouches.”
Jon nodded, then walked over to the 12 position, dropping his bag by the barricade stock. He squatted and pulled his leather gear and ear and eye protection from the bag, then stood and unbuckled his belt, pulling it free from the loops on the right side and back of his jeans.
Cate watched as he threaded the belt through the slots on the magazine pouches, sliding them to his left hip. He pushed the belt through the loops on the back of his waistband, then drew it through the slots on the holster. Once the holster was firmly in place on his right hip, he re-secured the buckle.
Cate did her best to keep her gaze above the belt, but couldn’t help sneaking a look or two at the buttons on his fly and the generous package they contained. And at his ass when he bent over to pick up his range glasses and earplugs. Damn, those jeans are killing me…
When Jon was finished, Cate stepped forward and pulled the extra Glock from the small of her back, where it was tucked into her belt. She handed the pistol to Jon, then had him point the muzzle downrange and verify that the weapon was clear and safe.
Once that was done Jon slid the handgun into his holster, snapping the safety catch. He and Cate opened their ammo boxes and each loaded eight magazines with bullets, Cate quizzing him on range safety and gun-handling procedure as they worked.
Jon noticed that Cate’s demeanor was subdued; usually when she was in “instructor mode” she was more animated and enthusiastic. She didn’t seem angry at him, but she wasn’t as open and relaxed as she had been earlier today. And she didn’t seem to want to look him in the eye.
When Cate had asked George to take him back to the office after training, Jon was worried that he had pushed her too far during DTs. The concern had nagged at him throughout his dinner break, and he hoped George didn’t pick up on his distraction.
Once the magazines were loaded, Cate and Jon stood at the firing line. George hovered nearby, snapping candid photos of the two of them with his digital SLR camera. Cate led Jon in some “dry fire” exercises, giving him the chance to draw, point, pull the trigger, drop his sights, clear the field, safety, and reholster. She practiced along with him, giving him a visual reference.
After about five minutes of warm-up, Cate and Jon loaded their weapons and prepared for target practice. Danny had already set the targets downrange, so Cate and Jon put in their earplugs and prepared to “go hot.”
They started with the basic qualification course, firing slowly and deliberately. Cate coached Jon through each combination, having him watch her fire, then having him shoot at his own target.
Cate was impressed with Jon’s mechanics and weapon control; he had a powerful stance and a firm grip, and his strong arms absorbed the weapon’s recoil effortlessly. He seemed comfortable firing the handgun from standing and supported positions, but needed a little coaching with over-barrier firing and reloading technique. Overall, though, he performed very well.
There was little Cate needed to correct about Jon’s technique, which was fine with her. The more physical contact she could avoid, the less her focus would be diverted.
After they ran through the qualification course together, Cate stepped back and had Jon run the course solo. She stood slightly in front and to the left of Jon, evaluating him as she did her students during individual exercises.
As Jon fired off his first rounds, Cate realized she was in for a rough night. Jon’s performance with the Glock was near-flawless…as was his body as it flexed and bent and thrusted. Cate evaluated every aspect of Jon’s posture as he moved through the course of fire. In her mind she repeated the mantra she taught all her students, to remind them of proper firing stance: "Feet, knees, hips, shoulders..."
First, his legs. His feet were set shoulder-width apart, left slightly in front of the right, in a classic Weaver stance. His knees were slightly bent, helping his body absorb the recoil of the weapon after each shot, and his hips were squared toward the target.
The soft, faded denim of his Levis clung to his strongly-muscled calves and thighs, which contracted slightly at each recoil. His glutes clenched under the pockets of those 501s with each shot as well, helping him maintain his balance and causing Cate to nearly lose hers.
Cate swept her gaze upward. Jon’s back was straight, his shoulders aligned and curved slightly forward, and his arms pushed forward with elbows locked. Cate silently thanked God Jon was wearing a shirt, otherwise she would have to be scraped of the floor. As it was, she could see his pecs ripple under the fabric that was stretched snugly across his chest.
The sleeves of Jon’s t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing powerful biceps that bunched with the jolt of each recoil. And his forearms… Oh… My… God… Cate felt herself dampen as she watched the muscles jump, absorbing the shock of the weapon. She could stand there for days just watching his arms…
Cate shook herself from her reverie and her eyes moved forward to Jon’s hands, wrapped around the grip of the pistol. His trigger pull was perfect, slow and fluid, a squeeze rather than a jerk. Hell, even his finger on the Glock’s trigger looked sexy.
Cate’s gaze traveled back up those amazing arms to Jon’s face. Its beauty was astonishing. His strong, slightly stubbled jaw was set in concentration as he stared down the gun’s sights toward the target. A few wisps of golden hair from his glorious blonde mane brushed the top of his range glasses. His left eye was closed, soft honey-colored lashes forming a lush fringe, as his right eye focused on the sight at the end of the Glock’s barrel, the iris a bright azure ring around the black pool of his pupil.
Little wrinkles bunched at the corners of his eyes, making him look almost unbearably sexy. His luscious lips pressed together in concentration, the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. Cate took a mental snapshot of his face and closed her eyes to imprint it on her memory. She knew she would see that image in every fantasy for the rest of her life.
Cate opened her eyes after a long moment, as Jon squeezed off the last few rounds of the magazine. She watched him crouch, press the button on the grip to release the empty magazine, and pull a fresh clip from his belt. Fluidly, Jon dropped the empty clip to the floor, slid the full mag into the empty slot, slammed it home with his palm, and pulled back the slide to release it forward and chamber a round. Then he effortlessly pushed back up to the Weaver stance and resumed firing.
Oh, Brah-VOH! Cate silently applauded. Jon had executed the reload perfectly; it was rare for her to see a student perform that task without fumbling. His prowess turned her on even more, and she could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart pounded. Oh Hell! You better get a grip…he’s almost done!
Cate tore her eyes from Jon’s exquisite form and looked downrange. Ignoring Jon’s last few shots, Cate willed herself to breathe rhythmically, to slow her pulse. She was hopelessly turned on, but she had to somehow hide it. She didn’t need a repeat of the mat room incident with Danny watching from the booth. Or with George running around with a camera.
Jon finished the course of fire, performed the recovery move, and holstered the Glock. He stepped back from the line and looked at Cate as she turned back toward him.
The raw desire in her eyes stopped him cold. He felt a rush of heat as his body responded to her stare, his jeans suddenly growing a little tighter. As Jon’s eyes locked with Cate’s he could read her emotions. There was no denying it this time. She wanted him.
But not there with Danny and George!!! Get a room you two...NOW! lol
ReplyDeletewhoow, I'm curious how long Cate can resist Jon
ReplyDeleteGreat story so far! I can hardly keep up with the new postings.
ReplyDeleteI think Cate needs another shower....
ReplyDeleteHell, I need one too!