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Chapter Fifteen

HUNTER

Faith’s beenasleep for a few hours, but I can’t settle, and I won’t let her go. I’m stuck in a glorious torture of my own making. I want to feel some modicum of guilt for what just transpired between us, but I’m just so fucking happy.

This wasn’t what I had planned for her. I thought I’d be stronger, that I’d be able to wine and dine her the way she deserves. I convinced myself I’m a good guy because I want her to understand romance, but as I lay here now, staring at her peaceful body nestled close to mine, I realize how little I actually know about genuine romance. Sure, I can seduce a woman—I’m a generous lover. I want any sexual encounter to be pleasurable, but not just for me. It doesn’t make me a stand-up guy or a hopeless romantic. If anything, it’s the least I can do. Making sure my sexual partners have orgasmed more than once is a dick justification. I know this, but I didn’t care until tonight.

In my heart of hearts, I thought taking Faith’s virginity would be more for her than for me. I’d teach her how to pleasure a man in the sack. Sure, I felt honored that she wanted me to be the one to pop her cherry. I’m sad to say, there are probably more V-Cards in my wallet than I know. I didn’t want to know. It’s weighed on me before now that this is a big deal for her, and I figured making it special—memorable—would make up for the fact that we’re not in love.

I was not prepared for the reality. She didn’t even want to talk about it after. I was certain when I left her in the car today that whatever was happening between us was over. I told myself it was for the best, but when she turned up at my door, I fucking lost it. All rational thought went out the window. I wanted her, to claim her, and I took what I wanted. I feel like a fucking pussy lying here wondering how she feels about it, or if she regrets giving her virginity to me. Even the thought of her seeing this as a mistake causes a physical pain in my chest.

For me, from a purely pleasure standpoint, Faith just blew my fucking mind, I came that hard. So intense, I thought my legs were going to give out. There has never been numbing of body parts. She is so goddamn sexy, her innocence alluring beyond anyone before her. She was right when she said it was a night of firsts for both of us. It’s a caveman, dick-ass thing to even think, but knowing that I was her first made it all the sweeter, sinking balls deep inside her and knowing that I’m the only man who has ever claimed her in that way.

It’s fucking transcendent.

Feeling her pussy clench around me, screaming my name as I tore her orgasm from her very core, I’ll never recover. When I said she’d ruin me, I didn’t understand just how true that would be.

I want her. Not just tonight or for the next few months, I want her to be mine, but it’s not what she wants from me. This, tonight, is all she ever wanted.

Eventually, I extricate myself from the tangle of her long, lithe limbs, careful not to wake her. Grabbing my phone, I disappear into the bathroom to draw her a bath. She’s going to be sore when she wakes up. Probably more so than if I’d been able to control myself, but fuck me, once I knew I was crossing that line, something took over, a darker part of myself that was ravenous to taste her and feel the wet warmth of her pussy pulsing around my cock.

Once I get the water running and some frou-frou girly bubbles going, I lean back against the counter and tap out a text on my phone.

Me: Coop, you up for some Nashville drinking this weekend?

Coop: What are you trying to forget?

Me: Just make sure you keep Fri-Sun free. I need to drink.

Coop: I don’t even need to ask.

Me: Then don’t. See you Friday.

Coop: Later, fucktard.

We’re not supposed to be in Nashville this weekend, but I’m making a new plan. I need to chill the fuck out and drink with my best friend.

When the tub is full, and the candles are lit, I dim the lights and head out to wake Faith, but she’s already tapping away on her phone.

“Hey, beautiful. I ran a bath for you. Thought you might enjoy a soak.”

“Are you coming in with me?” A playful spark back in her eyes.

“I could be persuaded.” With a wry grin, I hold the door, waiting to watch her sashay over, her sex-mussed hair hot as hell. God, she’s beautiful, more graceful than she gives herself credit for. With the bed sheet wrapped around her, she jerks it free. That’s when she notices the bloodstain. It’s nothing—a dot—but her demeanor changes on a dime. She scoots back onto the bed in an attempt to cover the mark of her lost virginity.

“Why don’t you go ahead, and I’ll be there in a minute?”

“Faith. Don’t be embarrassed.” She drops her head in her hands, hiding.

“God, you saw?” I move closer, reaching for her hands.

“I’m the reason it’s there. Do you know how fucking sexy that is?” I’m rewarded with a stunning grin.

“Really?”

“Hell, yes. Now, come with me, so I can rub bubbles all over you.”

“Okay, but this time you need to stop me from falling on my cooter. I’m tender enough without a repeat performance of San Francisco.” I pull her up into my arms, the sheet dropping to the bed. If I died right now, and the sight of her naked body was the last thing I saw, I’d die a happy man.

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