Page 5 of Wrecked

Sam nods. “Lead the way.”

After I grab our supplies, we head to the soundproof door that leads to the indoor shooting gallery. Before we walk through, I hand him his ear protection, and he slips it on. I do the same with mine. Then we walk through the doors. The range consists of half a dozen stalls. Two of them are currently occupied by employees here for their required monthly practice.

I follow Sam as he walks all the way to the far stall. While he retracts the target holder, I set down the box of ammo and grab one of the paper targets tucked under my arm and unroll it.It’s a standard size paper target featuring the outline of a human torso.

Sam takes the target from me, clips it to the holder, and sends it out.

I motion for him to begin. “Show me what you got!” I have to shout to be heard over the deafening crack of gunshots down at the other end of the range.

“Where do you want them?” he yells back.

“Center chest!”

Sam nods, steps forward, grips his handgun, and aims. He gets off three shots in as many seconds, every one of them hitting dead center.

Damn.

The kid’s a phenomenal shot.

He retrieves the target, clips on a fresh one, and sends it out to the fifty-yard mark. Then he aims and fires.

When he retracts the target, I find myself staring at a neat cluster pattern in the chest area and a single shot between the target’s eyes.

“Show-off!” I say, smiling at the pleased grin on his face. On impulse, I lean in close, lift one of his ear muffs, and ask him, “Have you ever kissed a man?” He’s gay. He has to be. Life couldn’t be that cruel to send me such a pretty boy and put him out of my grasp.

Sam’s brown eyes flash hot as his Adam’s apple bobs sharply. “Yes.”

No hemming or hawing. Just a straight up, ballsy answer. That’s such a turn-on. I’m practically euphoric to discover I was right about him. “Did you like it?”

His eyes remain locked on mine. “Yes.”

God, I want to kiss him so badly, and based on the way he’s staring at my mouth, I don’t think he’d mind. We’re at the far end of the range. No one can see us. Not a damn soul.

I take a step closer, essentially trapping him against the metal wall of our stall.

We’re nearly the same height. I have maybe an inch on him. He’s still meeting my gaze, eye-to-eye, and my dick is so hard it hurts.

I have never wanted someone so badly in my life.

And I’m fucked because I have a hard and fast rule about sleeping with coworkers. I don’t do it. Not ever. No one at McIntyre Security knows I’m gay. Well, except for Shane and his family. And now, apparently, this guy. It was stupid of me to out myself to him like this. I don’t know him from Adam. I don’t know if I can trust him. Not like I know I can trust Shane.

Shane and I met and served together in the Marines. And when we got out, we went into business together, forming McIntyre Security. He knows everything about me—well, almost everything. There are some things about my past I can’t share with anyone. My sexuality is no one’s business but mine. Period.

This was a mistake.

I back away.

Sam frowns as he checks his watch. “I’m due back at the office for a fitness assessment at eleven.”

I nod, already regretting that I’ll never have the chance to touch this guy—nevertastehim—never make him come until he can’t see straight. “I’ll drive you.” The words pop out of me.

Sam’s eyes widen in surprise. “Okay. If you’re sure it’s no trouble.”

“I’ve got business in the office to take care of,” I say, making up an excuse. It’s not true, of course. I’m just not ready for this guy to walk out the door. Not when I’ll probably never see him again except maybe at the annual company picnic. And even then I’ll have to ignore him.

Sam follows me out of the building to the black Escalade parked outside. Without a word, he climbs up into the frontpassenger seat, and I get behind the wheel. Neither one of us says a word as I pull out of my parking spot and head downtown.

I keep my eyes glued to the road. I could kick myself for asking him if he’d ever kissed a man. I just revealed more about myself to him than I have to anyone.