Page 42 of The Good Girl (Nashville Neighborhood)

I’d held back everything I’d wanted to do for too long. I’d been good and walled it off, but time added weight and stress fractures, and then my parents’ betrayal caused catastrophic failure. Now all my desires and the bad things I’d wanted for years came tumbling out, and I was powerless to control them or myself.

I curled my fingers around the waist of Preston’s shorts, trying to work the button free.

“You weren’t fucking around about wanting to be bad,” he said in a low, dark voice.

He pushed my hands away, but it was only so he could move. He climbed down off the bed, joining me on the floor, except he shifted toward the end of the bed, making it so he wasn’t in front of the mirror. He sat on the carpet, leaned back against the side of the box spring and mattress, and undid his fly.

When he pushed the shorts and underwear down over his hips, his dick bounced free. It was thick and impossibly hard, and blood rushed to my face. I wasn’t seeing him naked for the first time, and yet it felt that way. Maybe because we were in my bedroom and the door was open, and danger swirled around us.

He reached for my waist and pulled me toward his lap. Sex glittered in his gorgeous eyes as he issued his command. “Come here.”

Holy shit.

TWELVE

Preston

I had hold of Sydney’s waist, but when I urged her to climb on top of me, she froze with shock. Trepidation seemed to fill every inch of her body.

Shit.

I hadn’t meant I wanted her to jump on my dick right now, but I got why she’d thought that.

“Not sex,” I clarified. “Just some more practice.”

She was dubious as she repeated the word. “Practice.”

“Yeah. Like we did in my back seat.” Except this time, there wouldn’t be any clothes in our way. “I want you to get comfortable with the feeling of this,” I stroked a fist over my cock, “between your legs. Not inside you, just rubbing against you.”

Her gaze followed the slow glide of my hand as it moved back and forth, and the longer she looked, the more interested she became. I’d watched her touch herself, and it had been so fucking hot, it only seemed fair to return the favor.

While she considered my request, it dawned on me how fucking risky it’d be if she said yes. Not just because her parents were downstairs and her bedroom door was open, either, which was fucking insane. It was risky because letting her rub her pussy on my bare cock meant we’d only be a heartbeat away from sex.

One wrong move by either of us, and I might accidentally slide inside her.

And without a condom on.

I’d made a fuck-ton of mistakes when it came to women, but this was the one area where I never screwed up. My parents didn’t give me details on how I’d been conceived, thankfully, and as soon as I was old enough to understand, it was apparent I wasn’t planned.

They’d never married, and I didn’t know if they had dated for long or if I was the product of a one-night stand. But they were both honest about how in college, they had been young and stupid and hadn’t used protection.

So, it had been drilled into me that I should be more responsible than they had been. I always used condoms. I wasn’t ready to be a father any more than my dad had been.

The thought vaporized away as Sydney grabbed the hem of her dress, hitched a leg over my lap, and positioned herself over me. I steadied her with both of my hands on her hips, but she wobbled—

Wait, no. She was fucking trembling.

She paused as she hovered over me on her knees, the skirt of her dress held up and pinned to her stomach under one of her hands. It meant I could see the tiny landing strip she had maintained just above her slit, and her pussy was only an inch away from my dick.

This hesitation . . . did it mean she didn’t trust me? I hated the idea. And I hated that fucking guy in her past, the one who’d pushed and scared her.

My heart dropped into my stomach. Was that what I was doing now?

“We don’t have to if you don’t—” I started.

But she shook her head. “No, I want to.” She didn’t just sound genuine, she was adamant. “I just, uh, need a second.”

“Sure,” I said instantly.

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