Pinned Up (Pinned Up Trilogy) by C. Michelle Read Free Book Online Page B

here! Since this is our first non-date and you were radiating tension this week, I thought shooting a few rounds would make you relax and let loose for a bit. What do you think?” He asks with contagious excitement.
    Before I have a chance to reply, he gets out of the truck and grabs a duffel bag from the back seat. He walks over to my side and opens the door for me. A gentleman. “I know this isn’t what you had in mind. Just trust me. I know what will make you feel good.” With his husky voice, his words sound absolutely erotic. I swallow hard. He reaches out for my hand and helps me get out since his truck is fairly high. As I get out, I stumble onto him pressing my body completely against his.
    My God, he smells exquisite with a scent of body wash and citrus, his chest feels lean and oh, so manly. I want to kiss every crevice of his body and lick my way down from his neck to his…Stop it, Nina! This is not a fuckin’ date!
    Immediately, I push myself away from his hold. Reluctantly, he lets me go.
    “Nina? Are you ready? Come on. Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and interlocks our fingers as we walk side by side. Shit.
    The place is very clean and has a modern feel to it. It has two sides, sales and an indoor shooting range. The store’s walls are neatly covered with shotguns. Accessories are organized everywhere. We show our IDs. Josh purchases three cases of ammunition and some targets.
    We head over to the range. It’s very spacious; we’re the only ones there. It has twenty lanes and the shooting distance is about 25 yards. Josh lays his duffel bag, ammo, and targets on a table near the far right wall. He pulls out two silver gun cases, protective glasses, and earmuff hearing protectors. He places twelve bullets into the gun’s magazine. His hands are steady and he’s in control; clearly, he’s done this many times. He tells me the gun I’m about to shoot is a Sig P226 MK25. He explains the components of the gun and safety precautions.
    It’s finally time to let off some steam.
    As I put on my glasses and cover my ears with the hearing protectors, Josh places my target in my lane. I can’t help but observe his tall, thick, and lean build. I walk over to him; he positions himself behind me and wraps his solid arms around me, placing his hands over mine as I hold the gun. With his right leg, he separates my legs making my stance widen for better balance. He’s tightly pressed against my body. I can feel his bulge against my lower back. It takes all my will power to focus on my civilian target. My right wrist gains tension. I’m too anxious to speak. Slowly, he releases my hands and seductively caresses my arms working his way down to my body until he reaches my waist, gripping it firmly.
    Oh, God. His touch awakens every cell within me. Remaining focused proves to be more difficult than expected, but I’m determined to put my raging lust for him and my anxiety about the gun to the side. His presence gives me strength and courage.
    The adrenaline rush is pure ecstasy.
    I take a deep breath and gradually pull the trigger.
    The gun feels like it was made for my hand. The trigger pull has a great balance with little recoil, not too light or too hard. I love it. I continue to shoot until my magazine is empty. Josh observes me reloading. He’s confident that I can continue on my own and goes to his lane to shoot.
    I discretely take a moment to observe him. Raw sensuality exudes him as he’s serious and focused positioned in a wide stance firing his gun. I admire his athletic build with broad shoulders and narrow waist, the black long sleeve shirt he wears defines his upper body nicely. He’s wearing loose fitted Levi’s that beg for his ass to be grabbed. Damn…Joshua Ryan is one hell of a temptation who is making my inner thighs long to have him between my legs.
    I want him. I want to rip off his clothes and taste every bit of him. I want to get on my knees and swallow him whole. I want to make him weak