Every time I did I felt her muscles contract around me and she sucked in a breath. I was so focused on watching the tip of my cock disappear inside of her that I didn’t notice that it wasn’t arousal that was making her breathe so deeply. But when I looked up into her face, wanting to look her in the eye when I entered her and felt her for the first time, I saw genuine fear on her face.
I pulled back immediately, lowering her leg to the ground. I was more than ready to fuck her until she saw stars again, but not like this. Not with that look on her face. Something was wrong. Very fucking wrong.
“Babe, what?” I put my hands on her waist, my cock still pulsing with need and unsatisfied desire.
She shook her head and I scowled. I reached down between us and pulled up my boxers and jeans. Fucking hurt to put my dick back into my pants too—like physically painful—but when I watched the fear leave her eyes, her shoulders sagging a little, I knew I’d done the right thing. Didn’t mean I had to like it though. I reached down and pulled her tight jeans back up her thighs, my hand running the inside of her legs. Damn fucking shame to put this body away, but there was no way in hell I was fucking her like this.
“Tell me,” I ordered, and this time when she shook her head I put my hands on her waist and roughly pulled her body to mine before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her mouth. “Not gonna ask you again, Nance. Now tell me what the deal is because we’re not going anywhere and we’re not doing anything until you do. I’m not a good man, so don’t make me behave like one.”
Her hands found my waist, and when she tried to look away I gently pulled her face to mine again and held her gaze. She blinked back tears, her chin trembling.
“It’s stupid, Sketch,” she said, pure misery in her voice.
“Probably,” I agreed. “But I want to fuck every part of you and I can’t do that till I know why you looked like you were about to lose your nerve when my cock went anywhere near your pussy.”
She let out a breathy laugh and looked away. “You have a way with words, you know that?”
“I’m a fucking poet.” I grabbed the bottom of her chin gently and tipped her face up to me again. “Now tell me.”
She nodded this time and I waited, already hating whatever she was about to tell me before she’d even uttered a word.
“It was a long time ago,” she said hesitantly.
“Time’s inconsequential, babe.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Her gaze was far off and I waited patiently for her to continue. “He was my first boyfriend,” she said, like I knew who or what she was talking about. First things first, though: whoever she was talking about was going to ground just for being her first boyfriend. “The first boy I’d ever had sex with.”
Yep, definitely going to shoot that motherfucker in the face once I knew his name.
“It was serious between us, or at least I thought it was, but he’d just been using me. I was trailer trash and good for nothing but sex, he told me afterwards.”
“Gimme a name,” I gritted out, already thinking about the gun in my saddlebag.
This motherfucker was going down. Tonight.
She let out a small laugh. “I didn’t even care at that point. It didn’t matter what he said—not really.”
I frowned hard. “What the fuck are you saying? Of course it matters. It mattered then and it matters now. He can’t fucking get away with speaking to my woman like that, Nancy.”
We both realized what I’d said at the same time, and I froze as she tipped her head to one side, blushing. Fuck. Hadn’t meant to say that, but now that it was out there, there was no denying it. I wanted Nancy like I’d never wanted any other woman before. I didn’t want her for one night. Or for one fuck. I wanted her forever.
“I’m not your woman, Sketch,” she said.
I laughed darkly. “For an intelligent woman, you say some dumb shit.”
She opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. I couldn’t decide whether she was pissed off at me or not.
“You’ve been mine since I first saw you. I just didn’t know what the feeling was yet. This might not work, but I’ve never wanted to try something so much in all my life.”
She looked me in the eye, fire in her eyes, and my cock pulsed again. She didn’t say anything, but her implication was in that stare. Didn’t matter. She didn’t really have a say in this shit anymore.
“Keep looking at me like that and I might not be able to stop myself,” I said, my fingers kneading her waist. “You’re with me now, Nance. That’s just the way it is, so get it in your head. Because as much as I like angry sex, I want our first time to not be after a fight.”
She tried to pull away, but I held her tight.
“Sketch,” she said, sounding frustrated.
“Just tell me the rest of the story so I can go kill who needs to be killed and we can go home and fuck.”
