Delgano: A Dark Contemporary Interracial Romance

First, she would ask him if he was a virgin. If he told her he’d never had sex, she would want to know why that was at his age. Next, he would expect a bonus question or comment about how she could teach him things, but his lack of experience didn’t mean a lack of interest—in the slightest. Sayeda was the clearest indicator of that. Her voice alone made him want to come inside her sacred, forbidden, off-limits in every way mouth.

“Did anyone finish the grave?” he redirected.

“I did.” Hannah raised the shotgun. “Still interested in firing one of these things, by the way?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

They exchanged weapons.

“The basic rules still apply—keep your finger away from the trigger until you’re ready to shoot. Make sure you point it at the ground. Yada, yada…”

“Yada, yada.” He nodded. “Got it.”

“Don’t be cute. I have attachment issues. I’ll fall in love.” She tapped the barrel. “Now, this here is a Mossberg 500. Took me a while to handle this girl, but I’m a delicate woman.”

He rolled his eyes.

She bumped his arm with her shoulder. “Now, a pump-action is different from a semi-automatic in that?—”

“The semi-automatic uses the energy from firing the shot to load the next shell,” he finished. “I said I haven’t fired one, not that I don’t know what they do.”

“Okay, then show me how you hold it.”

He demonstrated.

She sighed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I thought Trev was hot, but you give me butterflies. I think it’s your eyes.” She took a moment to stare into them. “They’re so…sad. Makes a girl think you’d die to keep the one you love safe. Now, show me your stance.”

He stood with his legs shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent.

“Lean forward a touch. It’ll help with the recoil. And you’ll want to make sure the stock’s firm against your shoulder. You need the tension to take some of the impact so you don’t end up with a cracked clavicle.” She tapped his cheek. “Hold it right up around here. That’s called having a good cheek weld. Learned that from Trev.”

He followed her directions. “Who’s ‘Trev’?”

“You’ll meet him soon. He’s like a brother to me.”

“But you just said you were attracted to him.”

“He’s not my real brother. Now, focus up. Aim.”

He aimed.

“Eyes down the barrel. And…fire.”

He squeezed the trigger.

The bullet knocked an arc out of the top of the target.

“Missed it by a mile,” he said, lowering the gun.

“No, you did good. You did good. The first time I fired one of these things, I nearly killed my instructor, and he was standing behind me.”

This time, he allowed the smile to show, which helped to balance the stinging in his shoulder. “You weren’t lying about the recoil.”

“Can I help?” She raised a hand and wiggled her fingers. “May I touch you, Mr. Adrían Delgano?”