Page 6 of Long Hard Ride
“It’s true, you know.” Her throaty whisper goes straight to my cock, making it stand up straight again.
Are we really going to talk about her cunt?
“It’s kind of embarrassing, to be honest,” she explains, and what the fuck? Does she know what the hell she’s doing? “To be twenty-one and still a virgin is a pretty rare thing these days.” She sounds humiliated.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say softly, going right back to wanting to put a lip-lock on her. That ought to make her shut up. “If the timing wasn’t right, it wasn’t right.”
“And it hasn’t been right. Until now, technically.”
“Now?”
“I was saving my virginity for my husband. I thought you should know. I’m sure men like you have a thing for virgins.”
Holy Christ.
“You have no idea who I am or anything about me,” I say, fucking agitated that she’s goddamn right. My cock is so hard it could cut through steel now. “It might be the other way around, sweetheart. Virgins might just have a thing for men who know what they’re doing. And you can bet your sweet ass I do.”
What am I saying? The last thing I want is to dare her, or take this conversation one step further. We haven’t even spent one night in the house together and we’re already talking about fucking. She’s more than a decade too young for me. This could get messy fast. No way in hell am I popping her cherry. Although now, I’m fucking obsessed with the thought.
“Goodnight.” Brooke’s soft, sexy voice cuts through five feet of darkness.
“Goodnight,” I respond, trying to sound sleepy.
“So my pussy’s probably really tight. I mean, I have nothing to compare it to,” she whispers. “But I’ll bet it is.”
What the fuck? My eyes flip open and my heart starts hammering. I say nothing.
“And if you were gentle, it probably wouldn’t hurt much. I wasn’t going to mention it after your no-touching tirade, but now that Gramps let my secret out... Maybe you could be my first? You know, then I wouldn’t have to worry about what it would be like. I could get all that awkwardness out of the way with you...”
Jesus H. Christ.
“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
“Hey, we are married, after all.”
“What the fuck are you saying?”
“Nothing any other virgin wouldn’t say on her wedding night. I know this is different, but I’m just thinking out loud.”
“Well, turn down the volume. I have to go to work in a few hours.” Thank God my sanity finally comes knocking again. “I’m sure someone your own age will be happy to comply. As far as you and I are concerned, there won’t be any touching and certainly no—”
“Losing my virginity?”
“Christ, no.” I’m never getting any sleep.
