It makes me grin a little. She has no idea what I’m talking about. I don’t have the right words to explain it, so I do one better and show her a taste of how it should be. I lean into her so she’s pressed against the car, tighten my fingers on her face, and press my mouth to hers. I keep it slow and soft when I trace the seam of her lips with my tongue and she responds beautifully by opening those plump lips to grant me access. I stroke into her mouth and lose myself a little bit at how fucking sweet her mouth is. My body presses harder against hers while my other hand digs into her hip to pull her even closer. Fuck, she’s so goddamn soft against me that I want to consume her. She makes the sexiest little moan that knocks me out of the moment, reminding me that this is just a lesson and not the real thing.
I pull back. Luna’s eyes are hazy and her chest is rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. I swipe my tongue over my lips for one final taste of her and then ask, “Did he make you feel like that?”
My voice comes out thicker, lower than it should, as she gives a small shake of her head. I step back a little further away from her.
“There you go, then. Don’t let a man put his hands on your body again unless he makes you feel like that, because Luna, that’s just the tip of how it should make you feel. It gets much, much better than that.”
Her head falls back to thump against the car door as she looks up at the stars.
“B-better than that?”
My regular smirk slides into place as I nod. “Way better than that. Okay?”
She nods in a bit of a daze. “Okay.”
“Good, now get in the car, Cin.”
I pull her away from the door so I can open it and guide her onto the seat, making sure the long skirt of her dress is in and won’t get caught in the door. I have to pause at the back of the car to reach down and adjust my throbbing dick before moving the rest of the way around and getting behind the wheel. She’s quiet as we pull away from the hotel and I'm worried that she’ll think that kiss was something more than what it was but I bark out a laugh when she finally speaks.
“So basically, what you’re telling me is Thad had no idea what he was doing and sex is supposed to be more than a little sloppy fumbling at my boobs, a bit of pain, and then like five pumps and a long, drawn-out groan from the guy?”
I shoot her a horrified look.
“Thad? His name is Thad? Well, there was your first mistake. Sounds like a guy that wears pleated dress pants.”
The side eye she gives me, confirming that fact, has me flat out laughing.
“Why Cin?” At my confused look, she explains. “You said, get in the car, Cin.”
I reach over and tug at a strand of her hair. “Cinnamon, the color of your hair.”
She makes a small hum at the back of her throat, accepting my explanation of the nickname. I don’t tell her that it also doubles for what she makes me want to do to her soft little body.
“Can we go to McDonald's? I really want some McNuggets right now.”
I scoff a no, what does she think this is? I’m not fucking Uber Eats.
“Pleeease? Come on, Jules! Don’t be a McDick.”
I laugh but shake my head no again.
“I really, really need some McComfort, right now. All my girlish hopes and dreams to have my first orgasm were dashed by a guy in pleated pants. It McSucked!”
Her teasing tone tells me she’s actually rolling pretty well with all that disappointment. I ignore the idea of giving her that first orgasm, one she’d never forget. Instead, I flip a U-turn and start driving the other way to the fast food restaurant. I might not show the world that it exists very often, but I do actually have a McHeart.
Chapter 10 - Reid
“Change of plans, guys. We need to go get Luna. I promised her the next time we played she could join us. It’s what she said she wanted for her eighteenth birthday.” Atlas tells us as we gear up for our game.
I’m good with that. Luna is a sweetheart and she’s become really good friends with my sister, Kara. Someone who is very selective about who she allows into her inner circle. That just confirms to me what I already know. Luna is special. Jules, on the other hand, starts complaining right away.
“What? No way. We never let chicks play the game. What the fuck, man?”
“Shut it, Jules. I’m fine with that.” Gage weighs in, and Torrin nods and shrugs that he doesn’t care either. We all turn to look at Mars, who smirks.
“I’m fine as long as she can handle it. No whining allowed if she takes a hit, right? Or are we changing the rules up for her?”
Atlas laughs. “Nope, rules are rules. She already knows things can get rough. Don’t let those dresses she likes to wearfool you. My sister can play hard when she wants to. If anything, you all should watch out for her. That girl has a sneaky mean streak very few get to see.”
