Page 98 of Say I'm Yours
Now, it’s my turn.
Trent goes over a few things on the gun, and I pray that I can at least hit the target. Not that I care if I win, I wasn’t thinking far enough ahead to make a wager. I could’ve gotten the house painted or something good.
“Okay, you hold it like this.” Trent lifts the shotgun and tucks it into my armpit.
“Like this?” I ask as I start to spin, but he stops me.
“Okay, what was rule number one, Gracie?” he asks again.
“Down the way or something.”
“Keep the muzzle downrange. Downrange means not at me!” Trent holds my shoulders and points at the targets again.
I nod and try to remember I’m holding a loaded gun.
I don’t understand why he thinks this is a good idea.
“I don’t want to shoot it,” I complain.
“Sweetheart, you have to shoot it and hit the middle. We need to win this one since you didn’t train for the run.”
“Train for the run,” I mutter. He’s insane. This is a family competition, and they’re making it seem as if we’re going out for the Olympics.
I frown and try to remember what he said about my feet. Close together or apart? I think it was close together.
I adjust my feet and pull the trigger.
The gun goes off and pushes so hard against my shoulder I almost drop it. Shit that hurt. “Ouch!” I yell as he takes it from my hand. I rub the spot where it tried to take my shoulder off.
Trent laughs as he puts it on the shelf in front of us. “It has a nice kickback.”
“I’m going to kick you! And your stupid brothers.”
He moves closer and puckers his lips. “Is my sweet wife hurt?”
“Yes,” I grumble.
“Do you want me to rub it? We could sneak off now . . .”
I swear, we got married and he became a teenager again. I’m lucky I can walk right now. All he wants to do is have sex. All the time. Three times a day. Sometimes more.
Little does he know that’s all going to change soon.
“Aren’t you getting old and that part is supposed to stop working?” I say playfully but also a little curious. Those guys on the commercials don’t look much older than him.
We may still be considered newlyweds, but we’ve been together for a long ass time.
“Don’t tell me the sex is gone this soon into marriage. Zach told me this crap could happen.”
I smack his chest. “I’m worried about breakin’ the equipment.”
“Don’t you worry, there’s plenty of lube in my toolbox.”
“You’re so gross.” I laugh and then look at the target.
Cooper is examining the paper and yells “Grace is the winner!”
“What?” I shriek. “No way!”
