Page 62 of Forever Wild

“Fuck, baby. Don’t cry. I’m sorry. I know I’m not saying the right thing. I’m just surprised, is all. You’re a smoke show and are so confident both in life and in the bedroom. It just seems…out of character, I guess.”

She finally releases the steering wheel with her right hand to wipe at her eyes, and I reach out and grab it, pulling it to my lips before setting it in my lap.

“Can I—can I ask some clarifying questions?”

“Clarifying questions? What is this? An interview?”

“B…”

“Fine. Ask your questions.”

“Are you saving yourself for marriage?”

She shakes her head, letting out a wet laugh. “No.”

“Then, why…?”

She shrugs. “It just kinda happened. I was friends with all the guys in my 200-person high school, so no way was I ever going to hook up with one of them. Then, in college, I dated a little bit, but I was so focused on doing well and keeping my scholarship that I wasn’t willing to risk even the tiny percentage of a chance of getting pregnant unless I was in a fully committed relationship. And I never was. After college, I dated Peter and, well, he did believe in waiting until marriage—or, his mom believed in waiting until marriage, and he could never disappoint her—so we did other things, but never did go all the way.”

“And since then?” he asks.

“And since then, I’m sorta back to where I was in high school. All the single guys in Wild Bluffs are the same dorks I went to high school with. I’ve been on a few dates with randos from an app when I’m traveling for work, but I’ve never liked anyone enough to see them more than a couple of times…before you.”

She’s biting her lip again, and fuck if I don’t want to make her pull over so I can just hold her. Let her know that this doesn’t change anything.

I’m not sure what to say, so I just go with the first thing that comes to mind. “Makes sense.”

She rolls her eyes, dislodging a few of the remaining tears. I reach over, carefully wiping them off her cheeks as she continues to navigate us to our hotel.

“I’m not sure I’m allowed to ask this, but…does that mean you do like me enough to consider it?”

She sniffs. “Always fishing for compliments…”

I chuckle as she continues, “I mean, yeah. And, for the record, I had considered—planned on, really—not telling you. It’s never been a big deal to me, and I didn’t want it to be for us. But Izzy has been on me to tell you, and then it felt like a sign when virgins randomly came up in conversation.”

“You weren’t going to tell me you were a virgin? You were just going to…going to…”

“Have sex with you like a normal person? Yes, that was my plan. It’s not like I’m unaware of how it works.”

My dick, with its selective hearing, is only picking up on the fact that she was planning on having sex with us and is now hard as a rock.

“Yeah,” I reply. “But it just feels like I should’ve known. So I could make it…special?”

“So you’re saying that, had I not been a virgin, your performance would’ve been average at best? But now that you know you’re my first, you feel you need to put some effort into it?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Of course not. I have no doubt in my mind that every time I fuck you, every thrust, every moan out of your mouth, will be fucking perfection. I just could’ve”—I run my hand through my hair—“gotten flowers or something?”

She laughs. At least she’s enjoying how awkward I’m making this. “Oh, really, is that what you got when you lost your virginity?”

I chuckle too. “Nope. Gave myself a nice high five for a job well done. Though, in hindsight, it wasn’t deserved. It was awkward, with a lot of fumbling around.”

“Well, I promise to let you give me a high five after you fuck me for the first time, but I expect you to keep the awkward fumbling to a minimum.” And with that, she focuses back on the road, successfully navigating us around the streets of downtown to our hotel like she didn’t just drop a huge bomb and then asked me not to act like nothing had changed.

Chapter thirty-one

Bryn

That went…well. Better than expected. He didn’t throw himself out of the car, roll into the landing, and jump back up, sprinting in the opposite direction. Not that I really thought he would do that…probably.

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