Page 50 of River Wild

Carrie

“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?”

“Penis—River! Fudging heck!” I quickly clamber to my feet. “Sorry. I-I … I heard you yelling from outside. The door was unlocked—”

“And you thought that was an invitation to come straight on in?”

“I-I … thought you were being murdered or something. You were yelling. I was worried. I wanted to help.”

I’m flustered. And the color of a tomato.

He’s still naked. And just standing there.

Naked.

He hasn’t seemed to register that he is naked. Or that his penis is totally erect right now.

That, or he doesn’t care.

But I’m registering it.

And I’m trying to look away. I swear, I am.

But it’s hard.

His penis. And my ability to look away.

Before now, I’d seen two men naked in my whole life.

But never one who looks like River does.

Compared to River, Neil would look pudgy. And Neil wasn’t fat by any means of the word.

But River is ripped. Abs. And taut muscles covering his body and arms and legs. He’s huge. Everywhere.

I don’t have a lot of experience with penises. I’d only seen one other before Neil, and that was when I was sixteen and lost my virginity to a sixteen-year-old guy from school, who had no clue what he was doing. Except for the fact that he’d bet his friends he could get me to sleep with him. Clearly, he won that bet. Neil always hated the fact that I’d slept with someone before him. It was a reason he would use to start an argument when he had no other.

Neil’s penis was about the same size as the first ass of a guy that I slept with, so I wasn’t sure if they were normal-sized or big or what.

Compared to River’s, they were definitely average-sized.

Maybe undersized.

Why am I still thinking about penises?

Because you’re standing, staring at one.

I flick my eyes up to River’s face. For once, he doesn’t look angry.

His brows are lifted. A smug expression on his face.

He knows I’ve been looking at his penis.

Of course he knows.I was staring straight at it for ages.

When I meet his eyes, they are a stark contrast to the amusement on his face. They’re burning with something I’m not willing to name right now.

My stomach dips.