Page 111 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
I tense, griping her hips tighter, and I close my eyes and suck in a breath, figuring it’s now or never.
“I do. Want to, Nora, I—” I let out a heavy breath.
“Tommy…”
“I’m a virgin,” I say hurriedly. “But not because I want to be, because I just didn’t want to, you know…” I gesture to her, in my lap. “I just wanted it to be with the right person.” I lean my head against her shoulder. “And then I just…never found a person Iwantedto?—”
I bury my face in her neck. “This is so embarrassing,” I mutter.
She doesn’t move from my lap, her hands still on my jaw.
“The first time I went down on a guy, I gagged,” she says, and I stiffen, looking up at her in surprise. “Horribly. I hadn’t taken into account that not all dicks are the same size and well…the popsicles I practiced on werenotthe same.” She makes a face and shakes her head and lets out a laugh.
“The first time I had sex was with my high school prom date…” She flutters her eyes, and says, “It was a disaster. He farted and kept going, and it smelled so bad.”
I burst out laughing and she does too, and soon enough we’re both filling the truck with the sounds of deep laughter.
“All I’m saying is sometimes the first is just the first. It’s meant to be embarrassing. Scary. And you’re not supposed to know what you’re doing.”
Her fingers trail down my jaw. She looks at me with warmth and love, and things I’ve only dreamed of, and I just…know.
She is exactly the person I was waiting for.
“Unless your first is with someone whodoesknow,” I say carefully, kissing her again, this time slower. Deeper. I need her to understand how bad I want this. How bad I want her.
“And then it’s not so scary,” I whisper, my lips finding her neck. She lets out a soft sigh as I gently thrust my erection up against her.
“Tommy…” she breathes.
“Teach me,” I whisper. My hands rove up and down her spine, reveling in every curve and dip. “I promise I’m a fast learner.” I smirk, letting my tongue brush over the throbbing vein in her neck.
She moans and I smile, figuring that’s a good sign.
She kisses me again, her mouth warm and smooth against mine. My cock throbs against her.
“Not here,” she says. “Too cramped.”
I let out a chuckle, resting my hand on her ass. This time she doesn’t jump.
“Okay,” I say, kissing her again as she slides off of me. I don’t hide the way I grab myself, because there’s no point. I know she felt me, and I know she’s looking, so I brace for the judgment.
But judgment never comes.
“I’ll see you at home,” I say, and she nods, slipping out of my truck. I don’t move until she pulls out, and I follow her all the way back to the house.
Russ’s and Freddie’s cars aren’t here, which means they’re still at practice. Must be a late one tonight.
I get out of the car and open Nora’s door, giving her my hand. I slide my fingers between hers as I lead her to the front door and open it. When I get inside, it hits me.
She’s here.
With me.
Holding my hand.
I have never brought a woman home likethis.Sure, Chloe’s been here, mostly with Zack, but I’ve never gone out to a club and brought a woman home like Rush has.
The realization is startling, but not in a bad way.
