Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Brodan ran a hand through his hair, something he did when he was uncomfortable. “Uh … well, the first time is supposed to be weird.”
Now that he’d promised I could talk to him about this, I wanted Brodan’s advice. Even though I hated the thought of him with other girls, he was experienced, and his opinion mattered. “We did it more than once, and it didn’t stop being weird. I think maybe we skipped some parts. Like … foreplay.” My cheeks burned, but I was proud of myself for being bold enough to put it out there.
Brodan’s head whipped around, and my cheeks only burned hotter at his aghast expression. “He didn’t even … did he not …” His eyes dragged down my body again, and he looked away, shoving that bloody hand through his hair once more as he gritted out, “Please tell me he didn’t just … that he …”
“Wow, choke it out, Brodan. I thought we established I’m not Arro. You said we could talk about this stuff.”
His glower could have incinerated me. “I fucking know you’re not my wee sister.”
What did that mean?
My eyes widened, but feeling something shift between us, I pushed. “Okay, so tell me where Phil went wrong, or I’m giving up on sex for good and never talking about anything with you ever again.”
Brodan’s eyes narrowed at my challenge, and he turned his body toward me. “Fine. Did he just stick his dick in you without getting you ready?”
I was pretty sure my entire body flushed beetroot. “Do you have to be so blunt?”
“You asked for it.” He smirked, delighted by my reaction.
Fine. Challenge accepted. This was just like when we were kids and Brodan kept teasing and daring me to ride my bike down the highest point of a quarry north of Ardnoch. When I’d made a move to take on his challenge, he roared in panicked outrage and then physically hauled me away from the quarry. He was so mad and frightened, I felt awful afterward. But he’d learned never to dare me to do something he didn’t really want me to do.
Or so I’d thought.
“No. He didn’t ‘get me ready,’” I air-quoted, making him scowl. “He pushed into me a few times and came. All four times we did it.”
At that, Brodan shook his head, scowling. “What a selfish prick.”
Emboldened by our forthrightness, I moved a little closer to him. “What … what was he supposed to do?” I had some idea from movies and the things I’d heard people say at school, but I’d experienced none of it. And of course, I’d touched myself and had wondered maybe if Phil had touched me where I liked to touch me, maybe things would have gone better.
Brodan’s eyes widened at my question, but then they dropped to my mouth, and not for the first time, I had hoped that Brodan might actually have more-than-friendly feelings for me. Sometimes I’d catch him looking at my mouth or my legs or my breasts, proving that he was, in fact, aware of me as an actual girl and not just his best friend. My insecurities allowed me to forget those moments until they happened again.
Like now, as Brodan’s breath hitched and his attention moved to my cleavage and then drifted down to my bare thighs. The crests of his cheeks turned pink in a way I’d never seen before, and he wrenched his gaze away. “Like you said”—his voice was gruff—“foreplay.”
“Like what?”
He shot me a pissed-off look. “You know what.”
“I think we’ve established I don’t, since Phil was selfish.”
Brodan didn’t laugh or smile at my teasing. Instead, his gaze was suddenly intense in a way that made my heart race. “It’s a complete waste that he was your first time. Remind me to deck him the next time I see him.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort, Brodan Adair. I think …” Guilt suffused me, and I dropped my eyes in shame. “I think I really hurt his feelings when I broke up with him.”
“Well, that’s what he gets for not treating you properly. Fuck. Don’t feel bad for the arsehole.”
Phil had gotten teary-eyed when I broke up with him, so I felt bad. “He just … I don’t think he meant to be selfish. I think he was just inexperienced.”
“Bullshit. He had three girlfriends before you, and I know for a fact that he used to shag one of them because she told me.”
I wrinkled my nose as I guessed that she’d told Brodan this after she’d shagged him too. “So, Casanova, what should he have done? Seriously. I’m curious what has all the girls from here to Inverness willing to put up with your shite for a chance to shag you?”
Brodan grinned at my teasing. “I’m very, very giving.”
My pulse raced, and I pushed through my awkwardness. “What does that mean?”