Fuck. It’s sexy.
“Wow.” She finally speaks. “That was an orgasm.” Her head lowers until she’s looking at me. “Right?”
I’m a little shocked. I figured… “You’ve never made yourself come?” I assumed every girl…. Well, that’s a dumb thing to assume. This is Becklyn we’re talking about. She was probably waiting for…
It suddenly hits me. “Becklyn?”
“Huh?”
“Are you waiting…?”
“Waiting?”
“For your wedding night?”
She’s staring at me. No words have been spoken by her. Not yet anyway. Still none when she slowly closes her legs in front of me.
I get the feeling I’ve said the wrong thing. “Becklyn?”
She pushes herself away from me. I reach for her, but she pushes my hands away. When she walks around me in search of her shirt, I follow her. “Babe?”
Turning, I watch her slide on my U2 tee. After it’s over her head and pulled down over her gorgeous upper body, I’ve got to say, it’s never looked better.
“No. I’m not waiting on my wedding night.”
Okay. That’s a relief. I guess. “Good.”
“Good?”
“Well…” Shit. I need to consider my words here. “Yeah. Good.” Because the truth is, I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited long enough. However, if she needs to wait, then, I will. So, that’s what I say next.
It must be the right thing to say because she smiles. “I never intended to wait. It’s just never happened.” Her face suddenly changes. Fear. She looks scared. “Does it bother you that I’ve never…?”
“No.” I’m quick to respond. “Absolutely not. I mean… to be honest, I’m glad I’ll be your first.” And her last.
“You sure?”
The good part of that statement is she’s given this thought and she’s chosen me. She’s chosen me.
“Hell yes, I’m positive.” I wrap my one good arm around her and pull her into me. “I’m honored.” I clear my throat, because I’m getting a little emotional. “I’m sincerely honored, Becklyn.”
“Well, don’t get all sappy on me.” She snickers. “I’ll probably suck at it.”
“Impossible. Not after what we just did. You coming is the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh.” The blush is back. With a vengeance.
31
Becklyn
“Where the heck have you been?”Deena’s got her hands on her hips and her foot tapping. “I thought you were just taking some groceries over to Lucky’s place.” She glances at the clock. “That was three hours ago.”
Crap. I should never have told her about Lucky. About his injury, his car keys, and about his groceries. She’s never going to let this go. She’s been saying all along that I should just forgive the guy. That he was in love with me and jealous over my date; I just couldn’t believe her. Not this time. And while it made sense, her reason for him showing up at my date, I’d been there and done that with him before.
But, now… things are different.
So much different.
