Page 30 of Thick & Thin

I had known Jenny was still a virgin. Hell, if I hadn’t known before I stuck my finger inside her, I would have known right away.

She was tight.

So fucking tight. And soft. And fucking wet and ready for me. I knew I had to be crazy to walk away from what she was offering.

But even before feeling how tight she was, I had known. Not only because I knew almost everything that happened in our little town, but no guy was dumb enough to fuck with Jenny. Not with me threatening them. Not with the thought of Devin’s rage raining down on them. And not with the possibility of getting on Jenny’s bad side.

Still, hearing her whisper those sweet words, knowing she was giving me something so special, scared me. I couldn’t do it. Not knowing I would be leaving her behind soon. It wasn’t right. She deserved more, and I knew I wasn’t capable of more right then.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, the slur in her voice more noticeable than it was before.

“This is wrong.”

“It doesn’t feel wrong.” She tried to kiss me again, and again, I pulled back.

Fuck.

What was she doing to me?

“Jenny, you’ve been drinking.”

“And?”

“And do you even know what you’re doing?”

She moved closer, pressing her body against me. I sucked in air between my teeth, making a hissing noise.

“Does it feel like I know what I’m doing?” She reached down, going for my button. “It’s only fair. You got me off. Let me get you off.”

“I’m okay. We shouldn’t have done that.” I pulled her hand from my button.

She pulled me in again, her lips locking onto mine, and I let go and kissed her back. It wasn’t something I could control. It was as if my body took over, needing her in a way my mind wasn’t comprehending.

The music from outside the room thumped, and I deepened the kiss, drawing out a long, deep moan from the back of her throat. I felt it in my cock, sending sparks through my balls and precum flowing from my tip.

She pulled back and took a breath before she moved in once again. I had a drink earlier in the night, but now that I was coming down from the haze of lust, the taste of alcohol on her breath seemed even stronger.

Did she even know what she was doing?

Was I wrong for responding?

For touching her.

If she hadn’t been drinking, would she have kissed me?

Would she remember any of this tomorrow?

Probably not.

For years, I had been warning guys away from Jenny only to do the one thing I worried others would do to her.

Take advantage.

I pulled away, breaking the kiss and sucking in the energy around me to build up the will to take a step back. She looked up at me, her green eyes watery from too much to drink.

“Why do you keep stopping this?”

I pulled my hat from my head and ran my fingers through my tangled locks with a sigh.

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