Page 37 of Man Candy (After We Fall 1)
“And was it fun?”
He shrugged, moving ahead of me to open the front door. “She gave an OK blowjob, I guess.”
“God, you’re a pig.” I tossed my hair as I went by him, slipping into the cold dark. “Well, maybe later I’ll show you the spectacular one you missed out on.”
“Are you trying to make me hard already?” He adjusted himself before shutting the door. “Hey wait!”
He rushed past me as I was moving down the walk—which he’d also shoveled. “Let me pull in front of the driveway so you don’t have to walk through the snow.”
He jumped behind the wheel of his SUV and moved it forward a few feet, then left it running as he got out again.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he came around to the passenger side.
“I’m opening the door for you.”
“Oh, Jesus. This isn’t the prom, Quinn. All the chivalry really isn’t necessary. I promise I’ll let you take my dress off at midnight if you want to. In fact, we can skip the dance entirely.”
“Stop taking the fun out of this,” he said before shutting the passenger door. I buckled up as he moved around the car and got back in. “Now try to look happy.” He leaned toward me and held up his phone in front of us.
“What the hell?” Before I knew it, he’d snapped the pic and was tucking his phone out of sight, inside his coat. “Gimme that.”
Unbuckling my seat belt, I tried to get the phone but he fought me off.
“Feisty tonight, I like it,” he said, laughing as he got me by the forearms. “But save some of that energy for later.”
“If you post that picture, I’m never speaking to you again, let alone fucking you.” I straightened up, smoothed my hair, and buckled in again.
“Right, because that always works for you. Now where am I going?”
I told him how to get to the restaurant, and we spent the fifteen-minute ride there talking about our respective proms and other social events we remembered from high school.
“Did you have a serious boyfriend back then?” he asked me. “I don’t remember.”
“Not really.” I spent my junior year mooning after you, asshole. “My senior year I dated this one guy off and on, but we were headed to different schools, so we were never that serious. I did let him pop my cherry, though.” I said this with a sly sideways glance at him.
“Oh yeah?” He didn’t look at me, but I saw his hand tighten on the steering wheel. “And how was it?”
I shrugged. “It was fine. I wasn’t super crazy about him, I sort of just wanted to get my virginity out of the way. I knew the first time wasn’t going to be great for me. Seemed like it was for him, though.”
“I’m sure it was.” The hand in his lap balled into a fist.
I allowed myself a tiny smile of triumph. If you wanted to be my first, Quinn Rusek, you should have done it while you had the chance. “Too bad you rejected me back then. Maybe it could have been you.”
“Oh, it would have been me.”
“You sound awfully sure of yourself.”
He laughed confidently, and some of my self-satisfaction melted away. “Not only am I sure it would have been me, I’m sure you would have enjoyed it more.”
Now it was my hands curling into fists. Why the hell did I let him get to me? I practically spoon-fed him these opportunities! “Guess we’ll never know. The restaurant is over there. Park on this side of the street.”
He did as I instructed and turned off the car. “You’re not mad, are you? I was just being truthful. That is what you like, isn’t it? Laying everything out there up front?”
“Yes,” I said stiffly.
“Good. Now look at me.”
I did as he asked. “What?”
