Page 80 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
Ouch.
She leans closer, all confident. “You took my virginity, but my first orgasm remained a distant dream.”
The words are a hard blow to my gut. She didn’t orgasm.
Wait, what?!
No. Yes. No?
I’d been young, but she wasn’t my first, and none of the other gals had complained, but then she wasn’t like all the others.
She raises both hands at different levels, as though weighing two choices. “I guess you could be proud you took my virginity, but I don’t envy the ladies you’ve bedded since. Turns out you’re a selfish lover.”
My insides flare.
“And a selfish prick who spouts off verses from a book he shouldn’t.”
I let out a dry laugh. “I’m a selfish prick? You’re taking off with my brothers to complete the bucket list.”
“Because you deciphered a page for them, dipshit!” She’s losing her cool. “If you hadn’t gone and flapped your big mouth, I wouldn’t be finishing the bucket list with them.”
“Not that you can actually finish it.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Even if you did get on that Ferris wheel, you wouldn’t be reaching your peak at the top.”
“Do you really think you could make me come in that short of time?”
“Fucking right.”
“Okay, big man. I’d have better luck just rubbing one out myself.”
That unwelcome vision slams into my head.
“You know what, have a great time only half-ass finishing the list.”
“I never said I was half-assing it. You’re not the only man on the planet, Hart. Last I heard, Bronx is coming, and we all know he’s open to a good time.”
I see red.
Every damn shade.
“No strings attached. Or strings, if you remember bucket list challenge number ten.”
I remember exactly what challenge ten is, but envisioning another man tying her up causes all kinds of disruptions inside me.
She wouldn’t dare.
She smirks. “Yeah, that one. I think Bronx can handle it. So don’t you worry about me not completing it. I’ve got this, just like pleasuring myself when you couldn’t.”
I need to cool the fuck down.
She needs to cool the fuck down.
My hand catches her wrist. In one smooth move, I hoist her off the ground and over my shoulder. She lets out a startled yelp, her feet kicking in the air. Her Stetson hits the ground at my feet.
“Hey! Asshole! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I can’t tell her not to do the challenge with Bronx, or any guy for that matter.
I want to.
