by Cari Quinn
A moment later, his covered shaft nudged her slit again. “I can’t wait to feel that tight little pussy squeeze my dick like it squeezed my fingers. This time I won’t stop until you’re limp.” He gripped her hips and bent her forward again, sprawling her across the counter. “Goddamn, baby, that ass.”
With a growl, he drove upward in one mind-altering thrust, pulling a cry from her throat that was one part pain, one part ecstasy, and all triumph.
Screw you, Jilly Bean.
She was so suffused in her accomplishment and the surprising fullness inside her that it took her a moment to realize he wasn’t moving.
He fisted his hand in the small of her spine, his knuckles subtly digging into her flesh. Holding her still while offering her a gentle support that she didn’t fully understand. “I’m going to move,” he rasped.
“Yes. Please.” She tentatively bumped her hips back against his, hoping he would propel himself forward again. When he did, the pressure soon dissipated in a rush of heat only compounded by the gentle swirl of his fingers over her clit. He slowly built her excitement again until the slight sting couldn’t compete with the wonder of his penetration. The fullness wasn’t uncomfortable so much as foreign, though his steady strokes soon caused her to lose herself in the rhythm. The rhythm of them, together.
Letting out a ragged exhale, he pulled out and slid home once more. “Baby, I can’t hold back. I’m sorry. But damn, you’re so tight…”
The feeling of him swelling inside her made her cry out from the sheer decadence. She was climbing again, nearing that peak, but it didn’t matter if he got there first. Just experiencing this with him fulfilled so many of her fantasies.
“Come for me,” she breathed, shuddering as he complied, his pelvis battering hers in the best way as he emptied.
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, and she smiled, overwhelmed in the best way. She hadn’t tumbled from the high yet, and he wasn’t demanding answers or explanations. Maybe he hadn’t even realized she was a virgin.
It took all she possessed not to do a fist pump. Sex-kitten tiara intact.
Wordlessly, he turned her toward him and scraped his fingers over her cheek. Tenderly. His gaze roamed her face. “You okay?”
…
At Jill’s silence, Bryan turned away and disposed of the condom. He was panting, his cock still half hard even after his orgasm. He’d already been on the edge from eating her out when he’d pushed into her, figuring he’d take this first round fast, then smooth it out for the next. He hadn’t planned on just taking her for one quick ride, then abandoning her. He was a colossal dick at times, but even he didn’t start and end a sexual encounter in a chick’s kitchen, let alone without making sure she was satisfied.
Especially when that woman was his best friend’s sister.
Vic. She was going to turn his balls into rearview mirror ornaments after this stunt, and he couldn’t blame her.
Because, shit. This wasn’t just his best friend’s sister. And she wasn’t just a vanilla sex-kitten enjoying one rare night of wickedness with the visiting football player.
Christ. How had he read Jill’s cues so wrong?
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He’d been like a damn locomotive, charging into her without remorse. He had plenty now, though. The instant he’d heard the actual pain in her cries, he’d known. When her vise-like tightness had surrounded him, he’d had to face fact that he wasn’t being rewarded for months of abstinence with the hottest pussy he’d ever experienced.
There was a reason she was that tight. A reason she had tears in her big blue eyes. Fuck.
What he’d just done had changed things. Now he had no choice but to see this through.
“Jill, damn it, talk to me.”
“It was only technical virginity,” she whispered. “I used to ride horses and—”
“Dear God, stop.” He was tempted to cover his ears with his hands. Instead he shoved himself in his boxers and tugged up the zipper.
“Y-you’re getting dressed?”
“I never got undressed. I only undid my pants. And yes, I am.”
“You can’t leave. This isn’t over.” Despite the lone tear that snuck past her lashes and veered off toward her hair, she fisted her hand on her hip and glared. “You started this, and you’re damn well going to finish it.”
For an instant, he couldn’t figure out if he wanted to laugh or haul her over his shoulder to her bedroom. Somehow he’d neglected to weigh the merits of option three, which apparently was to smirk and act like an arrogant motherfucker.
“I did finish it. You had my cock. Believe me, you’ll feel it when you try to walk.”
She puckered her mouth so hard that he wondered if he’d just goaded her into crying again. Wonderful. He was a complete asshole, signed and verified.
“I know that. But that quick wham-bam wasn’t what either of us had in mind.” She marched forward and drilled a finger in his chest, fierce and damp-eyed and so beautiful he had no guard against the knot that formed in his throat. “You afraid you’re not man enough to get me off again?”
“No, I’m concerned I hurt you, and I don’t want to make it worse.”
“Well, don’t worry about that. I’m a big girl.”
He couldn’t stop himself from tucking her hair behind her ear. “Tell me why.”
“Why are women usually virgins? Because they haven’t found the right guy.” She huffed out a cherry-scented breath that blew over his lips and made him want her all over again. “In my case, I tried. Repeatedly. I’m not totally inexperienced. It’s not like I was saving myself.”
He flexed his jaw. He hadn’t ever been anyone’s right guy. Almost-alcoholic reformed womanizers usually weren’t. Hell, there were probably posters depicting his face with a slash through it at college campuses around the country. “You realize you just contradicted yourself, right?”
“If you knew my past, you wouldn’t say that.” Her other fist found its way to the opposite hip so that she was giving him a full-on pout. With her tumbled blond hair, glittering eyes, and curvy body, she was a knockout.
Any man who’d had a chance with her and turned his back had to be a damn fool. Present company excluded. “So why don’t you tell me about it?”
Her eyes flashed, and her chest heaved, giving him an eye-popping view of the tops of the pale tits hidden by her corset. Fuck, he wanted to know if her nipples were the same pink as her mouth. As her pussy. “No, why don’t you—”
“Enough. I’m only going to say this once. I had no intention of walking out of here after a fast bounce.” Stepping forward, he lifted her soft palm to his cheek. “Your hand would’ve done the trick if you didn’t want to take me inside you again. Or those sexy lips. Maybe even these gorgeous tits.” He tweaked her nipples through the corset, relishing the color that flagged her cheeks. “But rest assured, we wouldn’t have been done with each other.”
The sexy lips in question trembled open. “Then why did you zip up?”
“Because we need to set some ground rules.” He reached down and cupped her pussy, rubbing gently. “This changes things. You changed the game on me, and I never play without knowing what it’ll take to score.”
“It changes nothing. I still want—”
“You want. Makes a man think you’re not interested in his needs, darlin’. The thing is, I’ve never been with a virgin.” He spoke against her ear. “Since I’m the only man who’s been inside you, sweetheart, I intend to leave my mark. Gotta make sure you don’t forget who had you first.”
Chapter Four
Jill bristled, her eyes shooting fire. “Stop using that drawl on me.” She leaned closer, pushing the tight tips of her breasts into Bryan’s chest, and his shaft twitched with renewed lust all over again. “Though I resent the sexist implications in your statement, fine, let’s get it over with. I have more condoms.” She shoved away from him, throwing him a startled glance when he caught her wrist.
> “Nope, sorry, no can do. Getting it over with is not an option on the table. See, I told myself you were too sweet and innocent for the likes of me, and then tonight you were so determined to prove me wrong. But I wasn’t wrong, was I?”
How many times had he told himself she was too good, too pure, for a man like him? Not only was he older and much more experienced than she was, he’d never been the kind of guy moms invited over to meet their daughters. Jill’s own mom might have been the one exception, because she’d trusted him. Believed he’d take care of Jill. That he’d never hurt her.
After his own mother had gone AWOL when he was sixteen, Jill’s mom had acted as his mother in a lot of ways. He’d never wanted to risk losing her approval or chance causing Jill any pain when he inevitably let her down. She deserved so much more than he could give, though a part of him had always wanted to try. She was exactly the kind of girl he could’ve settled down with—if he was that kind of man. But he wasn’t. And he hated the idea of hurting Jill.
But maybe these couple of weeks together would get her out of his system so they could both move on before he did her serious harm. And if he handled this right—gave her at least some part of what she deserved—maybe he could minimize the disappointment he’d eventually give her.
Letting people he cared about down was pretty much his standard M.O. Look at Vic. She’d been begging him for the better part of six months to see their mom at her group home, to at least talk to her, and he’d fallen back on his resentment rather than fulfill his sister’s simple wish. Now that he was home for Vic’s wedding, he intended to take that step, but he damn well wasn’t happy about it. His love for his sister outweighed his misgivings, though. Vic—and more recently, Melinda—shouldn’t have to bear the brunt of caring for their mother alone.
Meanwhile, Jill was gritting her teeth. “Virginity doesn’t necessarily equal innocence. I’ve done things. I’ve lived through things—” She swallowed hard, and he realized she was probably thinking about when her mama had died from cancer two years before. That had been so hard on her. On him, too, though she probably didn’t realize that. He hadn’t exactly advertised how much it had hurt to lose his surrogate mother.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” he said. In two weeks, they’d be finished regardless, so opening that box wouldn’t do either one of them any good.
Except they already had. At least cracked open the lid. And though he couldn’t help wonder what it would be like to push her limits, he wasn’t sure he was prepared to find out.
After a moment, she spoke again. “Maybe I want to know.”
Touché.
“Maybe you do.” His thumb circled the pulse inside her wrist, and it scrambled, as if he controlled the beat. Knowing he had that effect on her was intoxicating. “You dated a few guys back in school. Respectable ones. You could’ve done this with them. If you wanted.”
“You don’t get to tell me what I want, Bryan Townsend. I make my own choices. Not you.”
“That you do. And you chose me tonight.” He thought of her mom again, and his sister, and how they would both expect him to be a better man than he’d normally be. Jill didn’t deserve a one-night-stand for her first time. She deserved so much more than that. And despite his being categorically the wrong man to give her what she deserved outside the bedroom, inside of it, he had no qualms about his abilities. “For the next few nights as well,” he added.
She frowned. “More than one night?”
Ignoring the ego boost caused by the desire in Jill’s question, Bryan nodded and waited.
“How many? Two? Three?”
He didn’t exactly know. It wasn’t as if he’d planned for any of this to happen between them. Even after her show at the club, he’d tried to convince himself that he’d sought her out just to offer her his protection from the raucous crowd. Whether or not all of his organs below the waist had been on-board was something else and completely irrelevant now.
Just walking away was no longer an option. Meaningless flings weren’t for virgins who also happened to be Vic’s maid of honor. Discreet fling or not, she deserved better.
“I’m only in town until the wedding,” he reminded her.
“No kidding. That still leaves plenty of days between now and then.”
Those days seemed like a lifetime that was growing longer by the second. “Look, you’re my sister’s best friend. We need to at least…date. Even if it’s in secret.” They could date behind closed doors, right? Maybe they could have a movie and a dinner in a quiet neighboring town where no one would ask any questions or even notice they were there. The fewer people who knew his sister—or had camera phones—the better. “We can even put a limit on how many dates. It’s not proper otherwise, considering our shared connections.”
It was a shame he hadn’t recalled them about fifteen minutes before he’d buried his face between her legs, but live and learn.
“We’re not telling Vic about this,” she said. “Discreet, remember? I don’t want anything distracting her from her big day.”
His shoulders relaxed. Vic and Jill confided in each other about every damn thing. Always had. That Jill intended to hold this in confidence sent relief surging through him. “You’re absolutely right. She doesn’t need to know I’m balling you. Good call.”
She flipped her hair off her shoulders. “Must you always be so crude?”
“You didn’t seem to mind when I had my fingers knuckle-deep in your—”
“Stop it.” She flushed and backed up. “You know what? I’m technically not a virgin anymore. Good enough.” She bent to undo the straps of her shoes and kicked them off while his mouth went dry at the flexing of her long legs. “Please see yourself out.”
For a second, he was speechless. Had she actually just dismissed him? First she’d lied about being a virgin—okay, not exactly lied, though that was a pretty big omission—then she’d indicated she didn’t want to tell her best friend they’d slept together…
And now she was showing him the door?
Things were definitely not proceeding the way they usually did for him.
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear when I said we weren’t finished.” He stalked closer. That she stood her ground and drew up her shoulders only made him crave her more. “Is this why your previous relationships never ended in the bedroom? Did you try to boss those guys around, too?”
“You’re a presumptuous ass.”
“I am. And I’m not leaving until we talk this out”—he smiled—“or fuck it out, your choice. But if you think you can just send me packing, you’re wrong. I’m not like the other men you’ve dated.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Earlier tonight I thought that was a good thing. Now I’m not so sure.”
He tipped up her chin with his thumb until he could peer directly into her eyes. “I could have you on your back and screaming for it in under a minute. Wanna test me?”
Her mouth trembled before firming into a line. “I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t looking for a virgin, but you took that choice out of my hands, didn’t you? And believe me, sweetheart, I’m not looking for a girlfriend. I just have enough decency to want to make this about more than a quick fuck for your sake. Not mine.”
What did it matter to him if they only had one night together? It wasn’t as if he needed more than that. He was doing this strictly for her. The hole in his gut at the idea of walking away was simply because the night hadn’t proceeded the way he’d planned. That was all.
Jill bit her lip. “What’s the big frigging deal about the virgin thing? I’m fine if we do this once and move on. That’s what I agreed to, right?” She forged on before he could answer. “Look, you’re a player, right? Just…play me.”
His brain scrambled at the heat in her gaze, at her words. Most likely, she didn’t understand what she was asking for, but maybe he was going about this all wrong. He thought she would appreciate his chivalry in
making it seem like they weren’t just a one-time hookup. Instead, she was looking for something quick and dirty.
Far be it from him to deny her there.
He lifted her over his shoulder, ignoring her squeal and flailing feet. “Where are we going?” she demanded as he headed down the hall.
Nudging open the first closed door with his toe, he carted her into the room lit only by a red nightlight beside the bed. A double, from the looks of it. Lovely. He was so tall that his legs hung off the edge of all but a King-sized. Well, no matter. He’d been in close quarters before, and it wasn’t like he intended to stay the night. She didn’t want him to, and he sure had no interest in cuddly mornings-after.
He dropped her on her ass in the center of the mattress and put one knee beside her, giving her space. From the fiery glow in her eyes and the flush in her cheeks, she seemed to enjoy when he dominated her, but he wasn’t going to assume a damn thing with this woman again.
If she didn’t give him the words, he was gone. Stiff dick, slightly dented pride and all.
“Consider this me laying it on the line.” He fought to keep his focus on her face and not the full breasts that were one deep exhalation from popping out of her corset. “If I stay, we’re going to fuck my way. I’m going to touch and kiss and own every part of you. You never forget your first, darlin’, and I’m going to prove that to you tonight.”
She started to argue, but then she appeared to reconsider. “Okay.”
If she didn’t want him to even attempt to be respectable, fine. But she was going to get his Olympic version of dirty then—and that required more time. A girl like her warranted more than that, but if he couldn’t wine and dine and Valentine her, at least he could curl her toes a few dozen times. “One night won’t be nearly enough to show you all I want to.”
“Fine.”
Not exactly the enthusiastic response he’d hoped for a few minutes ago, but good enough. “Now we—”
She pursed her mouth and stared over his shoulder. “Oh God. I can’t believe I left that out.”
