Page 62 of Mimic
I stood up from the bed and walked to him. He made space for me between his legs, and I leaned into him. When I tried to kiss him, he held me back. Something flitted across his face, something that said I wouldn’t like what I was about to hear.
“There’s more.”
My hands ran over his chest as I stared into his eyes. “You can tell me anything.”
But you’ll tell him nothing.
He rolled his lips between his teeth and looked at the ceiling. I could tell that whatever he wanted to say was hard for him. A thousand things ran through my mind of what he wanted to confess to me. But what he said wasn’t one of them.
“I’ve never had sex before.”
I took a step back. “What? How is that possible?”
He shrugged, and his ears turned pink. “I was sixteen when I left my prison and found the Silver Shadows. I’ve been here ever since.”
“But the club girls. You haven’t?” I wasn’t sure I believed him. It didn’t make sense for him to lie. I was here, ready to have sex with him. I thought I’d been clear about that. Sure, I was pissed the other day, by the way he left me hanging, but I’d already forgiven him for that. He didn’t need to lie to get me into his bed. But then I thought about how quickly he’d come down my throat.
“You’re the first woman I’ve been attracted to. I know what to do. That asshole made sure I watched every time he fucked a woman. I’ve just never actually done it.”
“But you want to? With me?”
“There is nothing I want more than to slide my dick into your hot, wet pussy. I fucking dream about it.”
My smile grew as my face heated. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache his words had started. I’d never had anyone want me this much. Sure, the sick bastards at the Trick Pony wanted me, but I was one of many available options; they didn’t care that I didn’t want them. Even the ones who made it good for us, they didn’t really care about us. If they did, they wouldn’t have raped us. And it was always rape. There was not a single one of us who was over the age of sixteen, let alone eighteen. None of us were capable of giving legal consent.
“You didn’t have to tell me this. You could have just fucked me and never said a word.”
“I wanted you to know because if we’re going to do this, if you let me fuck you. There is a good fucking chance I’ll blow the moment I’m inside you. Just like last time.”
“And here I thought I was just that fucking good.” I laughed, and Mimic groaned as he pulled me against him.
“You were that fucking good.”
His lips met mine, and this time he kept it slow. He wasn’t rushed like last time. There was no urgency in his movements. His hands cradled my face, holding my head still as his tongue explored my mouth, and it was the hottest fucking kiss I’d ever had in my life.
My panties were wet with his confession; my body roared with need. But I wouldn’t rush him. I’d let him take his time. Let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me as long as he didn’t stop kissing me.
I pulled his shirt out of his waistband; I needed to feel the heat of his skin. My hands roamed over the grooves of his six-pack before sliding north over his pecs and around to his back. I held him pressed against me while he learned what he liked and what he didn’t.
His head moved from side to side as he kissed me from different angles, searching for just the right one. Then his lipsmoved to the corner of my mouth, and his tongue slipped along my cheek to my ear, finding the outer shell. Making his way down, he caught my earlobe between his teeth and bit hard, causing me to hiss.
“Was that too much?”
The concern in his eyes was endearing. I didn’t know how to tell him it wasn’t enough. My body had been conditioned to accept so much more. He had free rein to use me. Use my body for his pleasure.
“No, it was perfect.”
His shy smile had my heart racing. This man, this gorgeous MC enforcer, was so innocent in some ways that I wondered, yet again, what he would think about me if he learned the truth.
His lips made a path down my neck, alternating between kisses and licks and nips. His hands moved from my shoulders to my back. They slid down and cupped my ass as he pulled me against him, so I could feel how hard he was. How much he wanted me. For a man who’d never had sex, he was doing more to prepare my body than the thousands of men I had been with over the years.
Oh God, I’d been with thousands of men and I was barely twenty years old. I took a step back out of his embrace. I didn’t deserve him. I didn’t deserve his innocence. He deserved someone better. Someone who wasn’t broken like me. Someone who would love him the way he needed to be loved. I wasn’t even sure I was capable of love. Passion, yes. I had plenty of passion, and maybe it was my ego talking, but I could rock his fucking world. But what he had, what he was offering me, wasn’t mine. It didn’t belong to me.
I turned away as his mouth dipped into a frown. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I shook my head. I didn’t know how to say this. How could I tell him I couldn’t be his first? “I can’t do this, Mimic, I’m sorry.”
“Because I don’t have the experience? You think I can’t fucking please you?” His words were angry. The switch inside him flipped so fast.
