Pinned Up (Pinned Up Trilogy) (7 page)

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 and hear him moan. Nina! What the fuck? Get a grip! Get your horny ass together and start shooting!

I snap out of my reverie and focus on my target. Between the two of us, we finish off three cases of ammunition. At some point, I noticed Josh firing a shotgun. He must have rented it. I was too entertained with my Sig to want to shoot anything else. Once we’re out of ammo, Josh explains it’s time to clean the guns.

“Thank you.” I say simply and shyly.

“You’re welcome.” He replies reluctantly and turns his attention back to his task.

He takes his gun apart by removing the magazine, slide, barrel, recoil spring, and guide off the frame. I replicate the steps with my piece. He takes a thin rod with a brush at the end and adds gun oil. His hands are steady as he’s in deep thought expertly brushing, stroking, and wiping down each component.

What I wouldn’t give to be that gun.

We finish, wash up, and head out. We agree to grab a bite once we’re closer to home. We’re quiet for a while, it’s a comfortable silence. We have close to a two hour drive back home. He turns up the radio to an R&B station. The song, “Adorn” by Miguel comes on. It’s nice listening to a soothing song after enduring such an adrenaline rush. I feel relaxed.

“Thank you again for taking me out. It was a very exhilarating surprise. I really enjoyed myself.” I’m completely beaming, but I don’t care.

“You’re welcome. You seemed very focused and gravitated to that gun as if you’ve been shooting all your life. You did a great job.” Josh praises me with a prideful expression.

“Thanks. I had an awesome instructor.” His smile makes me melt, so I turn away from him, and face the few lights we pass along the highway.

“So, tell me, why does Kade call you Cheesecake?” Josh asks nonchalantly.
I wonder how long he’s been curious about that.

“I can’t tell you that. It’s personal.” I fake being offended by his question.

“Please.” He begs. “How are we supposed to move forward in our relationship and go on an actual date if you don’t tell me about yourself?” He gives me a heartbreaking look, but slowly turns his frown into a shy sweet smile.
Oh, he’s good.

“Umm…excuse you. That look that you just gave me, don’t waste it on me. I’m immune to sexy guys giving me guilt trips.”
Sexy? Who said that? D’oh! Hopefully, he didn’t notice.

“Sexy?” Josh turns to look at me and raises an eyebrow.
Of course, he noticed.

“Calm down. Don’t get excited. I’m not jumping your bones or anything, so relax. This is a non-date, remember? No sugar talk.” My expression is stern.

His jaw drops. “Do I need to remind you that you were the one who mentioned me being so sexy that you would kill to wash your wet panties on my washboard abs?”

“There you go…twisting my words. You’re not funny, you know.” I can’t help but have a cheesy smirk on my face.

“It’s ironic how you say I’m not funny, yet you haven’t stopped showing me your stunning smile. It’s really not fair. It’s one hell of a weapon that I’m quickly becoming a victim to.” He replies as he hungrily stares at my lips.

Oh, dear God. Look away before you really jump his bones! Focus!

“You…a victim? I don’t think so. You’re more like the predator or player, whatever term you prefer best.”
Why did I say that? Now, he’s going to think that I’ve been overanalyzing him.

“Player? I’ve never been in a relationship, so I can’t be a player or predator, whatever it is that you think of me. I don’t make empty promises to women. I’m not a liar, Nina. I say what I mean. Well, except when I’m speaking to my mom or when I’m rephrasing your statements to mean what you really want them to mean, but that’s different.” Josh tries to justify himself and his actions.

“Why do you lie to your mom?” I’m curious.

“We’ll talk about that some other time. Now, where were we? Ah, yes…you were in the middle of telling me how sexy I am and how you feel guilty for not jumping my bones. What’s with being allergic to sugar? You seem so adamant about staying away from that topic, yet you keep bringing it up. Can I interest you in a Splenda chat instead? It’s a sugar substitute. I’m all about finding solutions to problems.” He has the audacity to say with a straight face.

“You think you’re cute and clever, huh?” Oh, I’m onto him.

“Maybe. But, I’m definitely not as clever as you. I never would have thought about driving hours away for our non-date just so that you can spend as much time with me as possible. That’s simply genius. And for you to wear your hair in a bun…that’s bringing out the big guns. You know how cute I think it looks on you. I love how it exposes your neck, it tempts me to bury my face in it, and rest my head on your shoulder. I’d love to get lost in your sweet, clean scent I’ve been smelling all evening.” Josh turns to me, his look instantly turns lustful.

“Focus on the road, tree hugger.” I smile and remain quiet. I allow myself to wonder about possibilities with Josh. The soothing music eventually takes over me. I begin to doze off. When I wake, mellow tunes are still playing; I notice my head is resting on his chest as he’s driving. I feel his arm around my shoulders and his hand touching my skin, caressing my side since my shirt has risen slightly. I feel safe and protected within his arms. His touch is heavenly. As I begin to stir, he tightens his hold on me. I revel with joy in his embrace.

I want him. Fuck the consequences.

My lips find his skin right above his collar. I dab gentle kisses along his neck working my way up until I reach his stubble. His jaw begins to clench, my teeth lightly graze it back and forth. I’ve altered my position so that I can face him. I’m on my knees with my legs spread apart over his right leg. His hand is all over my body caressing and rubbing every part that he can. As I’m nibbling on his earlobe, I hear him moan. I vaguely realize that now he’s driving at a faster speed. His hold on me has become desperate. I begin gliding my hand down to his pants. I feel his thick erection under my grasp, so I rub and massage it. He’s ready to be let loose. I start to unbutton his pants, but abruptly stop as I notice we’re no longer on the highway. We’re in a deserted commercial lot. He stops and shifts the gear to park.

Josh looks at me with voracious eyes. “Since I first saw you, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. That’s never happened before. You’re intelligent, passionate…you’re absolutely beautiful.” He smiles warmly at me, but with an intense gaze. He grabs me by the nape of my neck and kisses me softly. His tongue enters my mouth as I welcome it anxiously. I slowly caress the stubble on his face with one hand and run my fingers through his hair with the other. I use this moment to straddle him and feel his hardness beneath me.

Slyly he gets ahold of my bottom lip and begins to gently suck. He returns his attention to my whole mouth more aggressively; his intensity beckons me to meet his pace. I eagerly oblige. Our tongues revel in delight as our kisses become more eager. His strong hands grip my waist tightly and gradually work their way underneath my shirt excitedly caressing my bare skin. I bring my body as close to his as possible with our treacherous clothes being our only barriers.

“God you feel so fuckin’ good.” He breathes into my mouth between kisses. I let out an untamable moan that’s been desperate to escape. He lowers his hands and grasps my ass firmly with both hands. His kisses work their way down to my neck enthusiastically. As he’s kissing and sucking my neck, on reflex I close my eyes and roll my head back allowing him full access. Our breathing has increased and I vaguely notice the windows of his truck have fogged up. We’re in our own little world inside his truck and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be at this moment. As I’m basking beneath his touch, he lowers his head and grabs my nipple with his teeth even though my shirt and bra are thin obstacles. The sharp pain feels exquisite and the only thing for me to do is moan louder and bury his face deeper onto my chest. In the heat of our moment, a loud pounding on the window startles us both.

What the fuck?

Reluctantly, I remove myself from Josh and sit beside him. I begin to laugh. I can’t believe I was just about to fuck this guy in a parking lot. What was I thinking? Talk about raunchy.

Josh wipes down the window with his arm to get a better view of our hostile visitor. A security guard flashes his light inside the truck and tells us we’re in private property and need to leave. Josh lets out a frustrated sigh, reluctantly lowers his window, and pulls out his wallet. “Get that light out of my face.” He hands the security a business card. “This is my property, now be on your way and stay as far away from my truck as possible.”

The security guard has a look of shock once he reads the card. “Yes, sir. Right away, sir. My apologies.” And takes off in his patrol car immediately.

Now, both Josh and I are in hysterics.

“Damn…tree hugger. You must be loaded if you own this building.” I whistle.

“My company just built it; we’re in the process of leasing out the offices. Would you like a tour?” He asks with a big grin.

“Not today. How about we get something to eat instead?” I suggest.

“Okay.” He looks at me with a sexy, lazy smile and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. Before he backs away, I get closer to him and prolong the kiss. I can’t help myself. His kisses are so good, they’re addicting. He enthusiastically matches my pace as we begin to savor each other’s mouths once again.

As Josh skillfully strokes his tongue against mine, I can’t help but yearn to have him in me, even if it’s just for one night. Who cares if our only time together is in his truck? So what if it’s raunchy. Sometimes you just need to live in the moment and enjoy life.

“Aren’t you hungry?” He asks as he begins to work his kisses down to my neck.

“Maybe we should work up a really good appetite.” I reply breathlessly as I bestride him once again.

Josh moans onto my neck, places his hands underneath my shirt to caress my sensitive skin, and pulls off my shirt in a swift motion. He continues to explore my mouth while he unhooks my lacy white bra. “God. Your breasts are perfect…so full…and silky.” He says in between kisses. He lowers his head, licks, and sucks on my nipple. As his mouth is entertained with one breast, his hand is stroking, twisting, and pinching the other nipple. His expert touch has me weak. I moan. I can feel myself getting wet.

I need this man inside me. Now.

Our breathing is deep and uneven. Josh unbuttons my jeans and I kick off my shoes. He lays me down on the bench seat. As he moves away, he pulls off my pants and removes my socks. He takes off his black shirt leaving on just a black tank top.
Wow. Seeing his broad chest and cut up arms, escalate my craving for him. Dear Lord…he has a large tattoo on the right side of his chest and shoulder, but I can’t make it out. It doesn’t matter, knowing it’s there just adds to his sex appeal.