Page 40 of The First Day of Breeding Season
How wonderful.
How messy and wonderful.
I don’t understand how he hasn’t wanted to do this all the time over the last twenty-two years?—
My heart slams against my chest.
Drew doesn’t notice, because he’s reaching for something, oh, my creek-drenched panties, and he’s wiping his seed off my tummy.
In a daze, I watch the flex of his muscles in his forearm, making the little frayed rope jump on his wrist.
He hasn’t been with anyone since before I wasborn.
We have matching tattoos, and not by accident.
And I gotmytattoo when I started at Climax Springs Community College, where I was drawn in search of something and I found his brother, who immediately told me I should work with Drew.
It took me three years to summon the courage.
Would he have wanted me then?
Probably not.
A lump forms in my throat, because I’m not even sure he can easily accept our current age gap.
“Are you okay?” he asks, stretching out beside me.
I nod quickly. “Will you ask me that every time?”
“Probably.” He traces the edge of my bra, still tugged down below my tits. “I worry about hurting you.”
“Did that happen before?”
Dark red slashes stretch across his cheeks as he nods.
“You can tell me,” I whisper.
It was so long ago, I can’t be jealous. And I don’t want him to have any fear between us.
“The first girl I was with, well, she was older than me. Not a lot, but she had experience and I didn’t. I came real fast, I really didn’t even get inside her. So she told me to make it up for her, and I was too clumsy and didn’t know what I was doing. Itwas mortifying. So then I…” He trails off and groans. “Brynn, I shouldn’t tell you this.”
I kiss him on the mouth. “I think you should tell me everything. No matter what.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “After that, I learned I could pay people for a hand job.”
I nod as much as I can with our heads pressed together. “Smart, honestly.”
“Expensive, actually.” He sucks in a breath. “But I learned to control my release a bit. So I tried hooking up with more people and every time it went wrong. Sometimes I couldn’t finish, sometimes they’d ask me to be rough and then it was too rough, and I always stopped. Brynn, you have to know I never hurt anyone for real. But it was never good. I couldn’t be what they needed, and I never found someone who…”
“Who would show you want to do? And tell you they were okay?”
He huffs a frustrated laugh. “Yes.”
“I can do that.” I kiss his cheeks, where he’s blushing. “You can make me do that, Daddy.”
“You like that, huh?”
“Mmhmm.”
