Page 19 of The Good Girl (Nashville Neighborhood)

“Like, hand jobs?” I began to slide my hand up her thigh at a painstakingly slow pace while her attention was glued to it. “Like, me finger fucking you?”

She flinched, and a sound of panicked excitement escaped her, but she pressed her lips together to try to contain it. I tilted my head and leaned in to set my mouth against the pulse point in her neck.

“Like, me going down on you?” I goaded in a low voice. “You sucking my cock?”

My fingers inched beneath one of the legs of her shorts. The air conditioning was blowing in the car, but I was sweating, and my shirt clung uncomfortably to my back.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Things like that.”

Her voice was tight, choked with desire, but it was also tinged with something else. Shame? I didn’t like that idea. I was sure her parents had done a number on her and convinced her sex was bad. I was excited to show her how wrong they were.

I sucked on her neck, and when she shivered, it caused my dick to flex against the zipper of my pants. I was already half-hard and desperate to have the obstruction between us gone.

“Let’s get in the back seat,” I said, brushing my lips over her skin, “and I’ll give you your first lesson.”

All the air seemed to leave her body in a long sweep. It sounded like relief, but when I drew back, her expression was nervous, and she didn’t reach for the door handle. In fact, she didn’t move at all. Something was making her hesitate, and it took me a second to figure it out.

I gave her a reassuring smile. “You don’t want to lose your virginity in the back seat of my car, but don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on asking for that.”

She blinked her eyes, took a deep breath as if building up courage, and reached for the door handle.

I left the car running, turned up the fans on the air conditioning, and slid my seat as far forward as it would go, but still beat her into the back seat. It meant I got to watch her climb in, shut the door behind her, and then look lost on what to do next.

She wasn’t exactly skittish, but she was anxious. Her bashful gaze darted to me and then dropped to her hands resting on her legs, like she wasn’t sure what to do with them, or how to get back to where we’d been before the interruption.

But I had that covered.

“Come here,” I urged. “Sit in my lap.”

Her expression hung. She was a little scared and a lot excited to do it, and maybe she worried how she was going to execute the maneuver in the cramped back seat. I had moved my seat forward, and that had helped, but there still wasn’t a lot of space.

She slowly turned toward me, making the leather seats creak beneath her, and I figured I might as well help her. I put my hands on her waist and guided her, getting her to lift one leg over mine so she could plant a knee on either side of my hips. Her head nearly hit the ceiling, but she lowered in until she was straddling me.

“What are we doing?” Her tone was soft.

It wasn’t clear if she was asking about my lesson plan, what we were doing right this second, or if she meant in general. “Practicing,” I said. “We need to get comfortable with each other like this.”

She set her hands on my chest, looking awkward but trying not to. “Like what?”

“You know. Fucking around. Being more than friends.”

“Were we ever friends?” Her voice went plain. “You didn’t even recognize me at your graduation party.”

“That’s not my fault. I hadn’t seen you in years, and you showed up looking way too hot to be Colin’s little sister.”

She liked the compliment, even if she didn’t want to, but she had a point. We hadn’t hung out when we’d been in high school, and once I’d gone to college, I saw even less of her. I only knew of her, really, instead of who she was.

“You’re right.” My focus drifted away from her for a moment, and I stared at the darkening clouds on the horizon. “We weren’t friends, but that’s a good thing.”

Her tone was dubious. “How’s that?”

“I’m better than I was back then.” She could interpret my statement however she wanted, whether I was talking about how good I’d become at sex, or my personality.

It was true in both cases.

Cassidy and I had lost our virginity to each other, and the truth was I hadn’t a fucking clue what I was doing back then. Of course, at the time, I was sure I did. Worse, I believed I was amazing at it.

Naturally talented.

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