Chapter 22

  "Hold on! Hold on!... Now let's just talk about this Ian," I say calmly, holding out my hand like a stop sign.

     A mischievous glint was in his blue eyes as he held the gun up at me.

     "Momma, you know I don't wanna," he says, lowering the gun just a little bit.

     I let out a sigh in relief.

     "But I'm gonna," he finishes with a smile, raising the gun up higher, and aiming it straight for my face.

     "But who will fix you chicken nuggets when you want them?" I asked him quickly.

     He pauses for a moment of thought, then shrugs his shoulders, "Okie dokie momma, just this once. I won't shoot ya," he says, putting the gun all the way down.

     "Ahh-ha!" Jessica yells, coming around the corner of the house with her own gun, spraying Ian on the chest, "Gotcha!"

     "Aww! Not fair!" Ian whines as water was splattered across his clothes.

     I laugh and kneeled down in front of him, "Hey it's ok Ian, I'll still make you some nuggets when all of this is over ok?"

     His eyes light up as he immediately hugs me before running off into the house.

     I smiled and then gave Jessica a high five as she hands me a small see through blue plastic water gun. 

     "Let's go kick some butt," I say, giving her a little wink.

     She smiled and nods her head. We headed back behind the house, where I knew they were waiting. We stopped behind the back door and I grabbed the water hoes to refill our guns.

     "I don't see them anywhere sis," Jessica says, looking around while I reloaded her gun.

     "Ooh they're out there," I tell her, handing her back her gun.

     I stand back up and run my fingers through my hair, then looked down at her.

     "Ok, I'm gonna go around to see if any of them are behind that shed over there, you can go and check the garage ok?" I tell her.

     She nods before quickly and quietly makes her way back towards the front of the house.

     Yep, we're having a water gun fight.

     As soon as Chris and I got back to my house Mr.Rogers immediately left in a hurry. After an hour or so of just talking and cleaning, Christian took the kids out in the back yard to play before it was time to eat lunch. While I was doing what I always do when I get home.

     Cleaning.

     But as I was doing laundry, Chris just apparently decided to come back in the house with a fucking water gun he found.

     Then sprayed me right in the face!

     And from that moment on... it was WAR!

     Haven't been able to find the that little cracker yet, but I know I'm getting close.

     I quietly make my way to the back of the shed, eyes on alert. My bare feet was covered with grass and dirt from the impressive amount of running I've been doing today.

     Seriously, I'm genuinely impressed.

     Walking along side of the shed with my back pressed against it, I come to a stop at the corner. Slowly, I peaked my head around the corner to see that nobody was there.

     My eyebrows creased together, confused cause I thought I saw some of them come this way?

     "Reach for the sky Princess," I hear Christian whisper in my ear, then felt a little toy gun poke the middle of my back.

     I smiled and held my hands up in surrender, before slowly turning around to see a smirking Christian.

     "Well... ya got me, now what do you plan on doing with me?" I asked him in a challenging way.

     His black eyes shined with lust and desire as he steps closer to me, still holding the toy gun up against me.

     Smiling down at me while nibbling on his bottom lip, "Mmm, I have many things in mind I'd like to do to you, so don't test me Princess."

     "Why, I have no idea what you're talking about," I say, smiling up at him innocently.

     He places the gun at my neck, then pushes me back against the shed a little roughly. A mischievous glint was in his eyes.

     "This is a highly dangerous, and extremely lethal weapon Princess. I would be careful with your next choice of words," he warns, his voice dropping lower as he purposely pressed his body even closer against mine.

     I bite my bottom lip and quirk my brow up at him, "I'm not scared of getting wet from a little water gun."

     He chuckles lightly and shakes his head, then grabs the back of my neck firmly. Then tilts it backwards as he brings his face down closer to my neck.

     "Who said anything about the toy gun getting you wet," he says, that delicious minty breath blew across my face.

     Holy mother of FUCK! Yes please!

     I could feel my eyes widened and my face heat up at his words. Making him chuckle some more.

     "What's wrong Princess? Cat caught your tounge?" He asked, smoothly dragging his hand from the back of my neck, to cup my face.

     My heart was fluttering in a rapid pace as those god damn sparks continued to spread out across my skin.  

     Feeling a little naughty and confident with myself at the moment. I decided to have a little fun with him.

     I straightened up and pushed off the shed, pressing myself completely against him. He stiffens up a bit and stills, looking as if he genuinely didn't know what to say or do.

     Lifting my hand up. I smirked and place it gently on his chest, then balled up my hand into a fist. Squeezing his soft shirt under my fingers and slightly pulling him down towards me. Bringing his face down closer to mine, causing our lips to brush against each other's.

     I hear his breath hitch in his throat as his eyes widen in shock. Completely flabbergasted by my boldness.

     Trust me, me to.

     "I hope that that's not the only thing catching me tonight," I say softly, purposely gliding my lips over his in the most delicate way.

     I see him visibly gulp hard and shiver under my touch.

     Now I have seen Christian look and act all goofy, mad, happy, and serious at time's. But I have never, NEVER seen him look as nervous as he does now.

     "W-what?" He stuttered out.

     I smirk at him, I like this nervous side of him.

     Taking it one step further I firmly push on his chest and turned us around, slamming him back up against the shed. Making his black eyes widen even more as he looked beyond stunned.

     What the fuck are you doing Amy!?

     I don't know what the fuck has came over me at the moment. But I feel like I'm not even in control of my own body! I was never, NEVER! This fucking confident with myself around Justin.

     But it felt SOOO fucking good to be in control.

     I smiled up at him and bit the corner of my lip, "You heard me. What's the matter Chris? You have become unusually quiet," I teased, dragging my hand down his torso.

     I see his eyes lightly flutter closed as I drag my hand back up. I could have sworn I seen his black eyes turn bright violet before he shut them.

     I bring my gun up to his face, then pulled the trigger. Water squirted out and landed on his forehead, making his eyes snap open.

     "Gotcha," I say softly in victory.

     I backed up off of him and squirted him with water again. He smiles down at me and pulled up a smirk that ment business.

     Uhmmm....Whoops?

     "You better run Princess, cause once I catch you, and I will catch you. You're so going to get it," he warns playfully, but you could still hear the seriousness in his voice.

     Without hesitation I turned to the backdoor of the house and ran. And I'm talking about full on RUNNING! Ass, legs, stomach, thighs, and boobs bouncing all around in opposite directions.

     Real attractive Amy, ugh!

     I make it to the backdoor and was about to open it, but strong hands went around my waist and pulled me back against his warm chest.

     Making me squeal out in surprise and excitement.