Page 32 of Finding Us
“The umm … wet thing? I’ve never experienced that before.”
“You’ve never experienced what? Arousal or an ‘O’?”For fuck’s sake, I’m now using acronyms.I wait for a response from her, but when one doesn’t come, my stomach drops. “Please don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
“Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“I won’t tell you.”
Shit.I scramble off the bike and reach down to scoop up her dress, passing it to her. The grilling from her friend now makes sense. She was looking for someone to pop her bestie’s cherry. As appealing as that prospect sounds, it unfortunately won’t be me. Which is a shame, I’ve never wanted inside someone more than I do this chick.
“Get dressed,” I say. “I’ll take you home.”
“Why? I don’t want to go home.”
“You don’t have a choice … I don’t do virgins.”
Her pretty mouth gapes open as she throws her dress to the ground and leaps off the bike. When she’s standing in front of me, she raises both of her hands, shoving me hard in the chest. “You are going to finish what you started,” she demands, and although this situation is completely fucked up, I find myself fighting a smile.
She is such a paradox … somehow managing to push all my buttons and turn me on at the exact same time. I’d like nothing more than to bend her over my bike and shove my cock deep inside her, but again …I don’t do virgins. “Not happening, Red.”
She puffs out a frustrated breath as her hands come to land on her hips. She looks like a fucking goddess standing there in her skimpy white G-string, with her more-than-ample tits spilling out of her lace bra. “You are going to have sex with me, Wolf … I’m not leaving here until you do!”
“Well, you’ll be waiting a long time, sweetheart, because it’s never going to happen.”
Her bravado drops, along with her face, and I feel like a prick. “Why are you being such an arsehole?” she says as her eyes fill with tears.
I intake a deep breath, filling my lungs. “I’m not,” I reply, reaching up to skim my knuckles down the side of her face. “I’m trying to be the good guy here. Your first time should be with someone special, Red. That person is not me. I don’t do relationships—”
“Or virgins apparently,” she snaps, cutting me off.
“I fuck pretty women and move on to the next, you deserve better than that.”
“Am I not pretty enough for you?”
“Jesus.” I dip my face, pinching the bridge of my nose. Does this woman not own a mirror? When my eyes eventually meet hers again, I find her bottom lip is quivering. “You are perfect … fucking gorgeous, and I’d like nothing more than to take you upstairs and devour every inch of that luscious body of yours—”
“Let’s go then,” she says, taking a step forward and pressing herself against me.
“Stop making this harder than it is.”
She reaches for the top button of my shirt, popping it through the buttonhole. “The only one being difficult here is you.”
When she moves down to the next button, I try to grab hold of her wrist, but she slaps my hand away. “You should wait until the right man comes along … someone that deserves a prize like you.”
“I don’t want to wait; I just want my ‘V’ card gone, I don’t like being the laughing stock of all my friends. There’s already talk of buying me a cat.” I bite my knuckle between my teeth to hide my amusement. “See, even you think I’m ridiculous,” she says, pointing at my face.
“Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of, Red. You should be proud; most women give it away far too easily these days.”
“I don’t know one other person my age that hasn’t had sex.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“That’s not old, but you’re way too young for me.”
“Stop making excuses, you’re being completely irrational,” she says as she continues to undo the rest of my buttons. I know I should stop her before this goes any further, but it’s like she has me under some kind of a spell.
