“Not happening. For one, I’ve got plans that don’t involve you in the future. And two, you weren’t my first. Ever heard of a period?”
He pulls his hand out of my pants, looks at it, then shows me. “Well, look at that. Clean fingers.” He then sucks them fully into his mouth, and my hoo-ha flutters a bit at the sight. “Tastes like peaches and cream. Just like last night. Not a hint of copper.”
Fuck, I’m turned on again. So much that you’d think he’d been teasing me for an hour and I didn’t just come on his fingers.
“You really need to get over yourself.” I wanted it to be haughty, but it just comes out breathless, because, well, Iam. I swallow hard, my mouth dry from watching him lick his fingers clean. “Learn some biology too. I thought my period was over. You must have just gotten a little on yourself when you stuck your dick so far up.”
He grins, laughing at me. “Did you just try to school me in biology and compliment my dick size all in one go?”
Probably. I can’t think right now. I’m just trying to get out of here without jumping him a second time. Nat says I didn’t rape him. And his actions right now show he’s a willing partner. But if he doesn’t back up in the next five seconds, I’m liable to just force myself on him again.
“It wasn’t a compliment,” I grit out, but it’s a contradiction. I want to deny it. To deny how he was. But I felt it. Might not have gotten up close and personal, but I swear a part of me got tattooed by his cock last night.
Chapter 31—Kooper
She’s scared. I never thought I’d see her scared, but she is. She fears this. Her and me. And what that means for her.
But she doesn’t have to be scared. I’ve got her, and I’m not letting go. But I see she isn’t ready for that. Not yet. But soon.
The way she chased after my lips told me we’re closer than I thought when we left her place this morning. I figured she’d put up a wall. And she did. But I broke it down quickly.
She’s trying to build another. To tell me a lie. But I know what I saw. I know I was her first. No man has ever gotten inside her before. And no other man ever will.
Do I wish I’d known it was her first time? No, this was better. Her wanting me and pushing past the fear and the pain to keep going all night? That’s the memory of her first time. Not the fumbled fingers in a dark room with someone unsure of themselves.
It was my first time too. The first time I let a girl on top. Let someone else take the lead and be in charge. We shared more than just a bed last night. We shared our firsts. But she’s freaking out too much, what with me knowing she was a virgin and probably the fact that I just fingered her in the club, to really appreciate that. So I keep it to myself.
She’s still mad. I get it. The boys bombarded her. I’m pissed off for her. But I’m smart enough not to go out therehalf-cocked without cooling down first. Leaving like that can be reckless. She could do something rash, like drive away and not stop till she’s in Canada. Nothing against the North Country, just not really in the mood to go someplace cold.
So I need her here, calmed down enough to at least have the sense to stay close to home.
I thought I broke her spirit for a moment. But the fire in her eyes tells me she’s still turned on, and that makes her mad. She needs to get even. To somehow get on better ground. To think she’s on top of the world for a bit.
And God as my witness, I’m willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.
“Maybe you need to see it to really understand the size we’re talking about.”
I step back, undo my belt buckle, and pop open my jeans. Her eyes follow my movements as I drag my zipper down. My dick is already fat, hard, and ready to be inside her.
“Or are you too scared?” Her eyes snap up to me, and I shrug as they narrow. “Virgins are always scared of a dick.” My smile turns wicked. “But you aren’t a virgin, right? Nothing you haven’t seen before, right? So why don’t you prove it? Prove you know what you’re doing.”
“You just want to get off.”
“Seems fair. Consider it a reciprocal exchange. You got what you wanted. Now it’s my turn.”
She stares at my barely contained dick. Even jumps a bit when I move it. She’s completely full of shit. She has no clue what to do. Any vamp would be pulling on my chain without me even suggesting it. Hell, wouldn’t have to be avamp. I don’t have a big enough ego to think I’m irresistible to women, but the vest is like a damn chick magnet.
Not even Ruby’s immune. I’ve seen her over the years. I know she looks. Especially when it’s a brother who comes in from a sister chapter. She looks all right, but she never touches. The vest might attract her, but she has enough willpower to say no to a brother.
Till me.
Not sure if she was always planning on saving herself or if it just happened. I, probably like everyone else, expected her to have experience. Not vamp level, but more than a blushing bride. I was mistaken.
A bit of hate trickles inside me for thinking that about her. No shame if a woman fucks a man, but I never imagined she’d been untouched. I assumed so much about her, just like what others do all the time.
Was our kiss her first too? When I ate her out, was that another one? What about when I took her for wings and paid? Has she even gone on a date before?
I’ve watched her. For years. It started as protection and morphed into something else. Something more. At first, I figured she was just sneaking out and getting her time with others when I thought she was in class or with a group of friends. Then, when I started watching closer, I assumed her focus was just on school. Then her dad. But what if it wasn’t? What if all the expectations, all the rumors about her and the clothes she wears, are just an act? One to fit the mold people assume so they don’t look closer?
