“It’s ridiculous.”
“All powerful, rich men have enemies, and I understand the need for bodyguards and extra security measures, but come on, it’s Jared. He’s practically a third son to your father. You think he’d be pleased his only daughter is with a guy he knows is one of the good ones.”
“I don’t think any father wants to think of his little girl having sex, no matter who the guy is. Jared promised him he would wait, but honestly, I don’t see how we can.”
“Teenage guys are total horndogs,” she agrees, bobbing her head as Dirk blows the horn at some biker who cuts in front of our car.
“I’m not just talking about him.” I waggle my brows and squirm on the leather seat. “I am so freaking horny all the damn time. He only has to look at me, and I’m creaming my panties. When he uses his fingers or his tongue on me, I detonate like fireworks on the Fourth of July. It takes very little effort on his part, and boom, I erupt. It’s becoming very problematic.”
She bursts out laughing, and I elbow her in the ribs.
“I’m being serious. Like, I’m in physical pain. I just constantly ache and throb down below. Is it like that for you?”
“Hormones are no joke, and yeah, I get those urges.” She squeezes my hand. “It just means you’re ready. Your body needs the release, and you should totally get Jared to rid you of that pesky V-card. Who gives a fuck what your dad thinks? It’s your body. Your life. Your decision.”
“Yeah, it is.” It’s not like Dad ever has to know. We haven’t been caught fooling around in my bedroom, and we do that a lot.
Determination surges through my veins, and resolve sets in. Fuck it. I want to do it with Jared. I’m done waiting. I know he wants to abide by my daddy’s wishes, but he’s a walking hard-on. I’m not the only one struggling to contain raging hormones.
I just need to convince him.
Seduce him.
A grin spreads over my mouth as an idea forms, and I begin plotting.
ChapterTwo
Sydney
Music plays low in the background as I make out with my boyfriend on top of my bed. Downstairs, his parents and my dad are having their usual Friday night catch-up over takeout, beers for our dads, and wine for Gladys. We joined them for food before escaping to my room. Dad reminded me to keep the door open before we came upstairs, but he never checks. He must trust Jared to keep his promise.
Fool.
Doesn’t he know you can’t trust teenagers? We’ll tell the oldies whatever they need to hear and do what we want.
“I want you,” I say in a breathy voice as I dive my hand under the waistband of my boyfriend’s jeans and palm his erection. I peer deep into his eyes as I stroke his cock, loving how dilated his pupils are. Jared’s face is drenched with love and lust, and I’m sure it mirrors my own. Climbing on top of him, I grind my hips onto his hard length through his jeans, moaning as almost painful desire clenches my core. Leaning down, I brush my lips over his before saying, “I want all of you, J. I want your cock inside me. I can’t wait.”
“Babe.” He grips my hips, looking pained as he stalls my rocking motion. “I want that more than anything, but I promised your dad.”
“Seriously?” I arch a brow. “Who cares? What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.” Pushing his T-shirt up to his chest, I trail my fingers over his cut abs, admiring the solid definition that is evidence of months of dedication in the gym.
“I don’t want to get into his bad books more than I already am.”
“What about getting intomybad books?” I snap, withdrawing my hand and scrambling off his body. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about that?” Flopping down on my back, I look up at the high ceiling and release an exasperated sigh.
Our storied townhouse in Manhattan dates back to 1830. Though it’s modern in design, we have a lot of original features—like old fireplaces, ornate moldings on the ceilings and around the doors, clawfoot tubs, and even some of the original wood flooring. Mom did a lot of the restoration work herself before she died of cancer when I was five.
“Babe.” Jared flips on his side and reaches for my face.
“Don’t babe me,” I huff, prying his fingers from my cheek.
“Sydney. Look at me.”
Despite my better instincts, I turn on my side to face him.
He winds his fingers through my hair. “I love you, and I want you. Never doubt that.”
“Thenbewith me, Jared. I want you to be my first and last. I want everything with you. It feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to be with you.” I beseech him with my eyes as I cup his cheek. “I love you so much, and I want to show you with my body. Please, babe. Don’t make me beg.”
