Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(103)

I focused back on my target instead of his sexy mouth and the potentially meaningful words coming out of it. “You feeling awfully poetic, Cop?”

Adam laughed. “Gotta say, watching a hot doctor fire one of my weapons is pretty f*cking inspiring.”

I fought my smile. “Quit distracting me.”

“You need to learn how to block it out. Now relax, remember to exhale, and squeeze. Oh, and you might want to chamber the round first before you pull the trigger.”

Shit. I’d forgotten. I wanted him to do it.

He put his hands up. “Oh no, no. This one is all you.”

I set the gun down on the ledge, pulled my hearing protection off, and motioned for his hand.

“What?” he asked.

“Your hand. Let me see it.”

“You’re stalling.”

I scowled at him. His wellbeing was more important to me. “I am not. Give it. Please?”

He pulled the headset off his ears, rolled his eyes, and held out his right hand.

“No, the other one. The one with stitches in it.”

As soon as he placed his hand in mine, my suspicions were confirmed. “You popped a stitch.”

He pulled his hand back and inspected it. “Yeah, I know. Happened in the shower this morning as I was taking you up against the wall.”

My mouth fell open; his turned up into a wicked grin.

“It needs to be restitched. It’s all red. It’s open here.”

“Nah. I’ll live. Besides, I think we should remove the rest of the stitches that way. Would make it a lot more interesting, don’t ya think?”

I wanted to yell “hell yes” but opted for stunned demureness instead. “As your doctor, I cannot advise that. You’ll run the risk of infection.”

“As my doctor, I’ll let you give me a complete physical later. You can examine anything you want.” Adam took my chin and kissed me. “Now quit stalling,” he said on my lips, then turned me toward the target. “You can fix it later if it bothers you that much.”

I eyed the target. “Good, because it does.”

Adam chuckled indulgingly and turned his ringing cell phone off.

“You get a lot of calls.”

He was busy looking at the screen; his brows were pulled together. “Not usually.” He shoved it back into his pocket. “Put your ears on.” He wrapped a finger on the headset gripping my head.

I readied myself and pulled the slide back like he’d shown me. There was no turning back.

I took a deep breath and exhaled.

I didn’t expect the crack to be as loud as it was or for my wrists and arms to tingle after absorbing the recoil, but it wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought it would be. I actually flinched afterward but Adam was right—the power was heady. He helped me aim, taught me how to use the sights and I pulled the trigger six more times, each one more powerful than the last.

For a moment, I felt invincible. Well, at least seriously badass. The shot of adrenaline flowing through my veins created an instant addiction, clearing my mind of everything but the weapon in my hands and the release it created.

Adam pulled his headset off; his concern that I’d been injured somehow clearly painted all over his face. “Are you okay?”

I wanted to hug him for giving me this experience. I set the gun down and threw myself at him.

“Whoa!” he chuckled, rocking back on his heels. He patted my butt, hugged me tightly, and kissed me. “Yeah, you’re good.” His smile was laced with pride. “Let’s see how you did.”

The paper target sailed toward us on the mechanical track.

He pinched the paper in his fingers. “Not bad, Doc. You blew his kidneys apart with this one. You’re aiming a bit low though.”

I was thrilled that I actually hit the paper, but I did a lot better than I’d thought. “I want to do that again.”

Adam slung his arm over my shoulders and dipped his head for another toe-curling kiss, effectively stopping my excited bouncing. “I’ve created a monster.” He laughed on my mouth.

He’d created more than a monster. In the course of a weekend he’d created an addictive package that is sweet and fascinating and makes my blood feel alive in an entirely new capacity. I was completely drawn to him; there was no denying it now.

“You keep looking at me like that you’ll get me permanently banned from here for lewd and lascivious behavior.” I got another encouraging squeeze and a smack on the butt. “Come on. Practice makes perfect.” He set an entire box of bullets on the counter in front of me. “Hit the target seven more times and I’ll buy you lunch.”

I checked the small box, disappointed by his limiting challenge. “Only seven? There’s like fifty bullets here.”

While I tried to count the brass rounds, I found myself pinned, pressed between the counter and the unyielding wall of Adam’s chest. He peeled my headset off and set it in front of me. His temperate breath brushed my neck. Strong hands covered my stomach. “Weaving your way deeper, Doc.” His warm lips slid up and down the column of my throat. “Mmm, I want to do you so bad right now.”

His playful growl tickled my ear. I wanted to kiss him in the worst way. I turned my head so he’d grant my wish.

“Christ. Get a f*cking room, Trent,” a man’s voice boomed.