Page 47 of Loyalties & Longings

“Kind of like a trigger for the trigger,” I muse.

“Yeah, kind of.” He chuckles. “Then you hold the gun up and aim by looking down the sights of the gun up here on top.” He has the gun pointed toward the other end of the long room at the target. “And pull the trigger.” There’s another hollow click.

And just like that, my panties are wet.

Blaze hands me my safety glasses and ear protection with a huge-ass smile plastered on his face. He grabs the magazine and slides it back into the butt of the gun, where it locks in with a click. This click is more solid than the one when he pulled thetrigger on the unloaded gun.

Daunting.

Real.

“How should I stand?” I ask him before picking up the handgun.

“However it feels most comfortable for you, Siren. Just hold the gun up, feel the weight of it in your hands, and get comfortable. You want to be relaxed but not too relaxed, and definitely not too tense.”

Reluctantly, I step forward and pick up the gun. Holding it up, I line it up with the target before shifting my stance slightly a time or two until it feels natural. My heart is hammering in my chest, but I steady my breaths—in for two, out for four.

And shoot.

Holy shit.

The shot is a little to the right. I feel Blaze step closer, and he’s now in my space.

“Good. But you can do better.” I can still hear him, even with the ear protection muffling everything.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Another three shots in quick succession. These are much closer to the center of the human-shaped paper target. I feel Blaze shift his body behind me, and he brings his hands to rest on my hips.

“Once more, for anyone who dares to touch you who isn’t me.” His voice is guttural.

Pop.

That shot wasexactlyfor anyone but Blaze who eventhinksabout touching me again.

Right in the middle of the head.

My adrenaline is now firing on all cylinders, and I can’t believe I haven’t learned how to fire a gun before now.

It’s empowering.

Invigorating.

Exhilarating.

I turn to face Blaze sans gun and protective gear. He pulls me against his body, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me into a hug as I wrap my legs around him and pepper his face with kisses.

“You’re a natural. And I’ve gotta say, it’s a huge turn-on, seeing you handle a gun. Let me show you some of what we move. I want to show you what Massimo carries, and more importantly, what I carry. Then we can go and get some food and clothes. Otherwise, I will tear these off you and fuck you right here. I’m sure Julius and your dad won’t be too happy with that.”

He lets me slide down his body, and I notice he is, without a doubt, aroused by this little outing.

We look at a few of the guns my dad supplies, the most interesting being an Uzi, which I learn originates from Israel. My favorites, though, are Blaze’s personal gun, something under the Heckler & Koch brand, and the Glock I shot earlier. We thank Julius on our way out, and he waves up at us, telling us to enjoy the rest of our day. We weren’t here as long as I thought we would be. Blaze opens both the store and my car doors, ever the gentleman.

“Where do you want to go to eat?” He looks over at me, starting the engine.

“Can we maybe eat afterward?” I question. He frowns at me. Before he can start lecturing me on having to eat, I explain, “I would rather try on clothes without my stomach being bloated and just feeling gross. Besides, it’s still fairly early since Julius’s didn’t take long at all.” I flash him a small smile, hopeful my smile does to him what his does to me.

“Okay, but weareeating afterward.” He looks a little cranky but not angry. “My outfit first then so it’s out of the way? I know how much you women love your shopping. We probably won’tbe eating until dinnertime.”

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