With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two Read Online Free PDF Page B

magazine.”
    I do, clumsily.
    “Relax, baby, you’ll get the hang of it. You just need practice.”
    My heart stutters at baby .
    “Now, face the target. Feel the weapon in your hands, Bryn. It’s heavy. When it fires, it’s going to have a bit of a recoil.”
    “Oh goody,” I murmur.
    “You’ll be fine.”
    I face the target and stare down at the weapon in my hand. How did I get here? How did my life come to this?
    “Raise the gun.”
    I follow his order and stare hard at the target roughly twenty yards from me.
    I squeeze the trigger, and the first shot recoils harder than I expected, making me jump and stumble back a bit.
    “Easy,” Caleb murmurs behind me.
    “I’m fine.” Maybe if I keep saying it, I’ll start to believe it myself.
    He moves up behind me and nudges my feet apart. “Widen your stance for balance.”
    I fire again, and my blood thickens as adrenaline pumps hard and fast through me.
    It doesn’t take a Navy SEAL to figure out how to line up the sights, and I squeeze the trigger again and again, my body taught with aggression that I didn’t even know I’d been holding.
    Shooting is great therapy.
    When the magazine is empty, Caleb wordlessly shows me how to switch it out, and I continue to throw the bullets down the range, clip after clip, until all four are spent.
    I set the heavy gun on the shelf, pull my goggles and ear protection off and step back. I have to lock my knees, because my legs feel like Jell-O and I’m afraid I’ll fall. My arms are humming, I’m panting, and I swear to God, I could run a marathon.
    Suddenly, Caleb steps up behind me and presses the button to bring the target back to us.
    “Take a deep breath,” he whispers against my ear, and I instinctively respond, pulling in a long, deep breath. He presses his chest against my back, his thighs against the backs of my own, and pulls in a breath of his own. “You smell so fucking good.”
    His cock stirs against my backside, through his jeans. He drags his hands up my arms and down my sides to my hips, where he rests them as he runs his nose up the side of my neck.
    With the noise and feel of the gun still in my head, my heart still pounding like crazy, I want him.
    Now.
    “You have no idea how fucking good you feel pressed up against me like this,” he whispers, his voice rough and strained.
    “I think I have an idea,” I respond, surprised to hear the raw need in my own voice. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back on his shoulder and relish the feel of his hands kneading my hips and his face pressed into my neck. My nipples are puckered and straining against my bra, and goose bumps have broken out up and down the length of my body.
    I want him unlike anything or anyone I’ve ever wanted before.
    “Caleb.” His name is a whisper, a prayer.
    “Smell so damn good.”
    “Touch me,” I demand softly.
    His hands still. He kisses my neck softly, takes a long, deep breath, and then backs away.
    I turn in surprise and in full-blown anger.
    “What kind of game are you playing?” I demand.
    “I’m not playing a game.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
    “Caleb.” I just stare at him for a long moment. Thirty seconds ago his hands were on me and he was whispering the sweetest things in my ear.
    Now he’s turned back into the drill sergeant.
    And men say women are confusing.
    Finally, he turns and pulls the target down.
    “I’ll be damned,” he whispers.
    “Let me see.”
    There are a few stray bullet holes around the white part of the target, but in the center of the chest and the top of the head are two good-size holes where my bullets pierced the paper.
    “You’re a natural.”
    I shrug like it’s no big thing, but inside I’m doing a mega happy dance.
    “Not so much a pussy, I guess.”
    Caleb laughs, long and loud, and scoops me up into a long hug.
    “Definitely not a pussy,” he agrees as he pulls away from me.
    “Caleb?” My heart is beating hard, and I’m still pissed at him.
    He’s