Page 29 of Rebel Heart
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me, into us, and our bodies moved together fluidly until we were on the other side, out of breath and completely sated. We stayed like that for a while, trying to get our breathing under control, and it appeared it was Beau who’d gotten there before me.
“I’m going to toss this condom. I’ll be right back.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and pulled out.
I instantly felt the loss of him but kept my eyes on him as he walked toward the bathroom. While he was gone, I thought I would experience a slew of competing emotions, but there was only one thing I could distinctly name—disbelief.
Before I could delve too deeply into that, Beau returned. He came to the side of the bed, held out a warm cloth, and said, “For you to clean up with.”
I was surprised by the gesture, but I still took the cloth from him. “Thanks.”
As I cleaned myself up, he sat down and asked, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
My eyes met his, and I smiled. “Not at all. You were amazing.”
“You were pretty incredible, too.” He leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, clearly unaware of the confidence boost he’d just given me.
I finished cleaning myself up, and Beau took the rag to toss it in the hamper. When he returned to the bed, I confessed, “I honestly didn’t know it could be like that.”
Beau’s brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”
I searched his face, looking for any sign that I should keep this news to myself. When I found nothing but concern littering his features, I shared the truth. “That was only my second time.”
He recoiled. “S-Second time?”
Suddenly, I felt very exposed. Of all the reactions I thought I’d get, I hadn’t suspected Beau would have been shrinking back in horror. But despite the discomfort, I had no choice but to be honest with him.
“Yes. I… Is this a bad thing?”
Beau seemed unsure of how to answer. “No. No, of course not. When… What… You’re telling me there was only one other time?”
I nodded. “And it was horrible. We were young. Much younger. And he didn’t care about seeing to my needs at all. It was over almost as fast as it began, and I felt horribly used and discarded. But this, with you, was amazing. You were wonderful and patient and sweet. And you made sure that I was taken care of before you even considered your own pleasure.”
He took in that information, nodding in understanding,and stared at me for a long while in silence. I couldn’t read the look on his face, and I got the feeling there was something he wasn’t telling me. But in the end, he gave me the reassurance I needed to know everything was okay. “I’m glad I could make you see what it’s supposed to be like for you. Sex isn’t just for the guy to get off, Jules. You should, too. Every time.”
Relief swept through me. “Well, you certainly saw to that. Quite beautifully, I might add.”
His lips quirked with a smile. “I’m glad it was good for you.”
I scooted forward, leaned in, and kissed him. “It was better than good, Beau. It was possibly the best thing I’ve ever experienced. Even better than desserts.”
He laughed, wrapped his arms around me, and took me down to the bed, where after a few minutes of kissing and touching, we worked ourselves up to another round.
8
BEAU
“How do you feel about teaching?”
At the unexpected question, I looked down at Jules. She was tucked into the crook of my arm, the two of us sitting in her bed with the television on in the background.
Following just a handful of encounters with Jules, I had determined that I’d be content with her for a while. I was convinced I wouldn’t get tired of her too quickly. And that was before I’d even gotten a single taste of her.
Then we’d had that motorcycle ride two nights ago, and things took a pleasant turn with her asking me to bring her back to my place. I’d had a phenomenal time with her, excited and relieved that we’d both seemed interested in fulfilling our physical needs.
But she’d waited until after we’d taken that step to drop a massive bomb on me—she’d only had sex once before then, and it hadn’t exactly been good for her.
While I was happy to hear that she’d gotten what sheneeded—and deserved—out of what we’d had with one another, I couldn’t say I wasn’t shocked by the news. Stunned by it.
Learning of her inexperience had rattled me. She’d been so flirtatious leading up to it, had such confidence in the way she spoke and teased, I hadn’t once suspected her innocence. It only made the age difference between us feel even more pronounced. I’d lived so much more life than she had.
