Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
She would be his first… But that wasn’t how he’d win Tabby’s heart—her doing him a favour. Helping him get some ‘experience.’
“Need more motivation?” Tabby whispered, and before he could ask what she meant, she kissed him. Her lips were warm and sugar-sweet, blotting out his thoughts in a way that alcohol could only envy. She pulled away, and though her bedroom shutters were still closed, sunshine was streaming all around him.
“Jesus, Tabby...”
“Yeah,” she said, touching her mouth. “You sure you’re a virgin?”
“I’ll be honest, Tabs. Ihavekissed someone before.”
She narrowed her eyes playfully at him. “Jealous…”
Toby ducked his head. He couldn’t believe this, he’d actually kissed the girl of his dreams. Done something he’d fantasised about for years. With a surge of confidence, he did something else he’d only ever imagined and cupped the back of her head, feeling her soft blue hair against his palm. She smiled at him and leaned in for another kiss. He was about to comply when he remembered his breath and slammed his free hand over his mouth.
“Tabs, this is… it’s like the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but I’m housing like fifty beers right now; I need to shower and brush my teeth.”
Tabby laughed merrily, the way he’d heard a million times before.
“Don’t worry, I can fix this.” She jumped up, grabbed a tin from her desk and scrambled back onto the bed. She shoved two minty pellets into his mouth and dashed away again. “I’ll go check no one’s in the shower. Chew fast.”
***
The sun was once again rising over Silver Daughters Ink Tattoo Studio, and Tabby was watching Toby Tennant sleep. She’d always wondered why people did that in movies, but now she got it. It was so fascinating to see someone you’d fucked in such a state of peaceful vulnerability. Especially when, twenty minutes ago, they’d been pounding into you, one hand around your throat, the other pulling at your nipple as they vowed not to stop until you came all over their dick.
Toby Tennant, the shy, awkward finance guy, was such a horny freak.
She’d kept him in her room for the past twenty-four hours like a big, secret pet who also fucked her brains out. Sam and Nix were so mad at her for refusing to help clean up after the party that they were probably going to murder her, but what was she supposed to do? Stop banging Toby? Let this beautiful, ridiculous experience end? The depression haze of her last couple of months had lifted, and she felt all shiny, new and excited.
It was a miracle. An absolute horny miracle.
The only time they’d considered getting up was when Toby had remembered Mopsy and her physical well-being. But then he’d called his neighbour to check in on her. The guy, who owed Toby a favour for mowing his lawn, had agreed to feed and walk her, so it was back to the sheets.
They’d been at it for hours, sustaining themselves on cans of Coke and bags of almonds stolen from the fridge when no one was looking.
The whole thing had been chaotic and inconvenient, but as anyone who’d ever partied knew—you didn’t always choose the sesh. Sometimes the sesh chose you.
Toby made a soft sleeping sound, and after checking for invisible spectators, Tabby brushed a lock of caramel hair out of his eyes. He was a little younger than her—twenty-four—but he looked older. Or maybe it just felt that way now that he’d railed the life out of her.
She’d always liked Scott’s assistant and dog provider. He was a great friend and a total sweetheart, but this was just so unexpected.
She’d told him so many things while they’d been encamped in her room. Bared her soul to him the way she never did with anyone these days. And he’d responded by making her come, like, four billion times while he called her ‘Tabitha’ in this low, raspy way that still made sexy shivers go down her spine.
Before they’d slept together, she’d been curious about the way Toby would be in bed and turned on at the thought of taking another dude’s virginity. It had been years since she’d played cherry sniper, and she knew this would probably be the last time—unless she ran into a Steve Carell situation in the future. But aside from Toby’s shaking hands and awestruck gaze, it hadn’t felt like taking someone’s virginity at all. There was no fumbling, no failed erections, no premature ejaculation. The sex had started good and thencaught fire. Quickly—like ten minutes in—Toby was the one pushingher. Pinning her down and pulling her hair, and moving her body like she was his sex doll, which was her favourite way to fuck.
“Arch your back,” he said, sliding deep.
“Bounce your ass on me.”
“Faster.”
“Slower.”
