“This is the first,” Jane said.She didn’t like this.
“First?”
“Yes.You’re the second person I’ve had sex with,” she said, and this was a little uncomfortable to her.She was not used to sharing personal details.
“The second person?”
“And the second time I had sex.”She couldn’t believe she was in bed, completely naked with the head of a Bratva talking about her past.This was not her life.In fact, if someone had told her this would be happening, she would just laugh it off as a silly joke.
This wasn’t a silly joke.This was real.
“The second time you had sex?”he asked.
He lifted so he was over her, and she smiled up at him, not exactly sure what she should do.
“Would you like some coffee?”she asked.
He grabbed her hip and pulled her in close.“Don’t even think about it.”
“I don’t think we need to talk about this.We did a lot of bad stuff, and I think we should get rid of the wine, what do you think?”she asked.“Wine just makes things overcomplicated, doesn’t it?”
“The second time you had sex?”he asked again.
She pressed her lips together and nodded.
“Explain.”
“There is not much to explain.You’re the second guy I’ve had sex with and it’s the second time I’ve had sex.”She shrugged.It wasn’t like this was rocket science.
“Why only the second time?”he asked.
She tried to pull away and let out a groan.“Please, we do not need to do this.”
“Yeah, I think we do.”
“Do you want to talk about every single sexual experience you’ve had?”she asked, giving him a pointed look.They didn’t even need to voice the fact he’d probably had a small book’s worth of women.
“We’re not talking about me.I want to know about you.”He was not going to let this go.
“This is embarrassing more than anything else.It happened when we were both sixteen.Bad shit was happening, and we were terrified.His name was Steve, and we didn’t want to lose our virginity without our consent.We’d seen a lot of bad stuff.Knew a lot happened.Even if we didn’t land a great foster parent and ended up on the streets, we knew it was going to be bad.So, we made a pact.We’d be each other’s first.At the time, it was awkward.He was probably the closest thing I had to a friend at the time.So, one Friday night, we agreed to have sex with each other.It was gross and awful, but we did it.”
“What happened to Steve?”
Jane turned toward him.“He died about three years later.Bad stuff happened, he ran away, and he ended up on drugs and the last I heard, he overdosed.”
Alexey put a hand to her back and rubbed.“I’m so sorry.”
“There’s not a lot we can do.I’ve just had a run of bad luck, and just look at my face.I don’t exactly turn heads.”
“You turned mine,” Alexey said.
She laughed.“Yeah, because I saved your ass.Not for anything more.”She pulled away from him, because she hated the feelings stirring inside her, threatening to grip her in a chokehold.“Can I use the bathroom?”
He kissed her shoulder.“Hurry back.”
She was not going to hurry.
Scrambling out from under the covers, she made her way to his bathroom and closed the door behind her, collapsing against it.Jane took a deep breath in, then slowly let it out.
