Page 48 of Taming Bull

Over the years, Monica had dragged all that information out of me, but apparently, we’d never talked about my past relationships. “The last guy I dated—Luke—was a world-class douche bag. But he was hot. Wavy, blond hair that he kept a little long and shaggy, and beautiful blue eyes. He was only about five-foot-ten, but he was a wrestler. Worked out a lot and had a nice body. His dad owned the Ford dealership, and they lived in a big house on the good side of the railroad tracks. When he took an interest in little ol’ me, I was so excited I about lost my mind. Didn’t take much for him to convince me to sneak off campus with him. I lost my virginity in the backseat of his Mustang.”

“Lily!” Monica gasped, sounding positively scandalized.

“What?”

“The back seat of a car? Seriously? That’s so cliché.”

“It’s not like it was some beater. Metallic blue, five-point-oh engine, leather seats, my clothes practically melted off.”

She chuckled. “I can’t believe you.”

“Yeah? Well, Luke was smooth. Knew what he was doin.’ He took me to this secluded spot beside the Chattahoochee. It was beautiful and I felt special and treasured. He could have had any girl in that school, and he chose me.”

“To fuck him in a car. Yay, you. Lil, that’s not how treasure should be treated.”

“Why so judgy?” I asked. “Haven’t you ever gone mad with lust and ripped someone’s clothes off in the back seat before?”

Monica leveled a look at me. “Queens do not fuck in vehicles.”

“At all?” Surely some cars had to be acceptable. “What about a Lambo or something equally as expensive and flashy?”

Her forehead wrinkled as she thought about it for a second. “Too cramped. I gotta stretch out and get my cardio on. It’s all about multi-tasking. If I can get a few orgasmsanda good workout… shit. I’m all about that.”

I laughed. “Okay, something bigger? Maybe a Hummer?”

“Tempting, but no. Okay, I’d be willing to get freaky in one of those decked out tour busses. Or a luxury camp trailer if Stocks ever manages to drag me camping.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s called glamping. Glamor camping. It’s not real camping.”

“It’s the only camping you’ll ever see me do.” She shrugged. “Regardless, sex in a Mustang is out.”

“Well, it only happened once,” I defended. “The school called Grandma and told her I ditched my afternoon classes, and she was waiting for us when Luke dropped me off. She made such a scene, he never so much as looked at me again. God, I was angry with her. Thought she ruined my senior year and my one chance at true love. But it turned out Luke wasn’t the amazing catch I thought he was. While we were supposedly dating, the bastard knocked up one of the cheerleaders. I bet he even took her to our spot to do it. Come to think of it, I probably should have taken a black light to the backseat of his ’stang. Bet it could have told me all I needed to know about the womanizing asshole.”

“Please tell me you ripped off his balls and fed them to him.”

I chuckled. “Nope. I left that privilege to the parents of the cheerleader. They took Luke to court and nailed him with child support. Eighteen years of garnished wages should teach him for being a cheating piece of shit.”

“And they say there’s no justice in the world.” Monica rubbed her forehead. “I do feel bad for the girl, and the child, though. Nobody should have to be conceived by a couple of high schoolers in the back seat of a car. You were lucky to get out of that mess. Your grandma sounds like a solid judge of character.”

My fingers instinctively went to the necklace hiding under my T-shirt. “She was. I wish she was here now. She’d love Bull.”

Monica smiled. “I bet she would. How are things between the two of you?”

I knew kissing and telling broke some cardinal rule of relationships, but there was no keeping anything from Monica. I’d held out until Tuesday after work, but she’d eventually broken down my walls and made me spill my guts. “We’re still texting and calling, but I miss him. It’s hard working different shifts and days. I wish we didn’t have all these stupid adult responsibilities so we could go find a peaceful spot beside a river and—”

“You arenotto fuck in a car again.”

“He doesn’t even own a car, and I really doubt we could do it on his bike. That just seems like a recipe for disaster.”

Monica stared at me for a few seconds, and then we both busted up laughing. I didn’t know what she was picturing, but I could imagine me and Bull trying to get busy on his bike only to roll off and crack our heads open or break an arm or something. Then the entire club would know we’d failed at bike sex. We’d never hear the end of it.

Once our laughter died down, Monica asked, “You worried about him icing you out again?”

I thought about it. “No. He told me he loves me, and I believe him. He pushed me away because he was trying to protect me. Now, he knows I’m all in, and that any efforts to thwart me will result in his untimely demise.”

“That’s my girl.” Her proud smile warmed me. Some girls bonded over shopping trips and pedicures. Monica and I bonded over jokes about death threats and stabbing techniques. There wasn’t a single person in the world I’d rather have in my corner, and as much as I pretended to hate her prying, I appreciated her nosy-ass self.

“I still can’t believe you punched his v-card,” Monica said. “I didn’t even know there were virgin sailors. Fucked up my entire world view.”

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