Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Now, go and get yourself in the bath while I clean this up.”
Harlow let out a yelp. She did offer him a glare, but he knew she loved it.
He couldn’t help but admire her ass as she walked away from him, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was fucked. Totally, royally fucked.
The line had been crossed. There was no going back, but Hunter was determined to enjoy it while it lasted. He didn’t know if it would last a week, a month. It didn’t matter, because until that time came, this was his life.
Moving toward the bed, he looked down at the bloodied sheets.
He ran a hand down his face as he couldn’t quite believe he had bedded a virgin.
Chapter Five
Harlow knew exactly what he was doing as she sat in the bath, waiting. The rustling of sheets was quite clear. Hunter was removing them. Before she had attempted to make her escape, she’d seen the blood. Pressing her face to her hands, she tried not to think. She tried not to even breathe. This was so embarrassing. How did any woman … cope? She didn’t know what to think or how to feel.
She dropped her hands into the water and glanced around the bathroom. His home was amazing and certainly not something she would have pegged Hunter to have. She’d only ever seen him running around the clubhouse or with the club. There had never been any hint of him owning such a lavish place. She would have known. The people of Fort Clover were massive gossips, especially when it came to the club. She knew not to ask too many questions, mainly because her brother had often told her not to. Even though she hated taking advice from him, it seemed like the best idea.
Wrapping her arms around herself, resting her hands on her forearms, she rubbed them up and down, trying to comfort herself. There was no one to talk to. No one to share what happened here tonight.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before Hunter finally appeared in the bathroom. He didn’t say a word but walked over to his large bathtub and stepped inside, sitting opposite her.
For several minutes neither of them spoke. Harlow didn’t know what to say, and that was a first, even for her. She always knew what to say, or just blurted out what was required of her.
This was different. Hunter wasn’t just some guy. He was the guy she’d given her virginity to. Yeah, it still came as a shock to her that she had given this man her V-card. It was insane.
“How are you?” she asked. It was the first thing she could think to ask.
Hunter chuckled. “That is something I should be asking you.”
“Why?”
“It’s not my first time.”
“How was your first time?” Harlow asked.
“You’re seriously asking me how my first time was?”
She nodded. To her, it seemed like a much easier topic right now. She hated to admit she was a little jealous but Hunter was older than her, and, well, she had absolutely no intention of getting her hopes up when it came to this relationship. She wouldn’t be holding onto a dream. This was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. And she intended to enjoy it.
He wasn’t going to tell his buddies, nor was she. Not that she had many buddies to tell. Ava, Abriana, Larissa, and sometimes Raven, depending on the day. Other than that, she didn’t have anyone to talk to.
“Yeah. It will fill the silence.”
Hunter chuckled. “Tell me how your first time was?”
She frowned. “You just experienced it.”
“No, I experienced a tight, hot, soaking-wet pussy, and a woman that nearly pushed me away. How was your first time?”
“Are you asking to be judged?” she asked.
He snorted. “If you think you can judge me.”
She pressed a finger to her lip. “I’d give you a five out of ten for effort.”
“A five?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Why a five?”
She could tell she had upset him. “Well, it was my first time so that would mean it was going to partially suck anyway, if you think about it. There was going to be pain, and it was going to be awkward. So a five for effort, because there is always room for improvement. Let’s see, I think on the erection score, I’ll give you an … eight.”
“An eight?”
“Yeah, an eight, because I don’t know if you can get harder or not. Some of these things I’m going to have to assess as we go.” She pursed her lips. “Kissing was pretty decent, nothing worth remembering, but then it was just a kiss. The orgasm was good. I’ll give that about a seven, because I know a man of your experience can do better.”
Harlow gasped as suddenly Hunter struck, and before she knew what was happening, she was straddling his lap. She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her pussy.