Page 29 of Rider Forbidden
“Is it true, what you said on the ‘never have I ever’ game, have you only had sex with one person?”
I cringe, but it's out there now. “Not only just one person but only one time. Can you believe it, who has luck like that though?” I lean into him. “And between you and me, it was bad . . . really bad - hurt like hell and was over before I got to feel anything good. So I haven't even been laid properly! Although, I guess it was proper because he got me pregnant.”
“Jesus Robyn. That is the saddest fucking story I’ve ever heard. You've never been laid properly and your twenty-four years old. You know . . . if you wanted, I could rectify that?”
I know he’s joking - I know it’s just banter, but I can just imagine how good he is in bed. He’s had so many women and they all want to come back for more. The thought of one night here, in a different country with him, and no responsibilities - sounds like heaven right now.
I laugh. “I’ll pass, thank you for the offer though.”
“Anytime. What about other stuff?”
“How do you mean?”
“Has a man gone down on you?”
I look down embarrassed. This is mortifying. “No.”
“You've had an orgasm, right?”
I give a short laugh. “A ‘do it yourself’ one . . . sure.”
“Hmmm Robyn, this conversation . . . I think we better stop. The thought of you touching yourself, making yourself come, it's making me hard.”
“Let's just say I haven’t had much of a positive experience when it comes to sex and just leave it at that then.” I look up and point as we reach the corner where our hotel is. “Saved by the hotel – we’re here.” I smile.
He smiles at me and we walk into the entrance. My phone goes off as I get in the lift. I take my phone out of my bag, that thankfully is waterproof, or beer proof, and open my messages - its Sophie.
Hi hun. Know you're still at the club, try and be there as long as you can. I’m back at the room with Rocco. Consider this a do not disturb sign, laughy emoji, and embarrassed emoji.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
“What?” Jack looks down at my phone, so I hold up the message for him to read.
He laughs “Sophie’s getting lucky, is she? Looks like your gonna have to come back to mine.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah? You have a better one?”
I don’t. I have nowhere to go, I’m wet and sticky from the beer. Sophie has really bad timing - she could have gone back to his room, surely. Typical.
“No, I don’t.” I say in a quiet voice.
“Come on, you can have a shower, I’ll give you a t-shirt to wear and you can message her to give you the all-clear when you can go back - unless you don’t want to of course - you can always spend the night with me.” He waggles his eyebrows.
My shoulders droop. “Fine . . . thank you, that’s kind of you - I’ll do that.”
I shoot a message back to Sophie.
OK hun, let me know when it’s safe to come back X
I guess I’m having a shower in Jack’s room then, what can go wrong?
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He guides me into his room and the door clicks ominously behind me. I look around, it's the same as my room except for a king-size bed instead of twin beds. It's on the same floor as Sophie and me, which means when I get cleaned up and get the all-clear, I can just nip to my room in just a t-shirt and hopefully, no one will see. I mean seriously, I know I was enjoying feeling young again, but I didn’t expect to be acting like an eighteen-year-old.
He goes over to his drawers and grabs a red t-shirt with some motif on it and hands it to me. “There are towels in the bathroom and my shower gel and shampoo are in there, knock yourself out.” he gives me a wide grin.
