Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Ah!” My eyes fall open at the same moment tears spring at their corners and trail down my temples.
Brooks’s eyes go wide. He freezes. “What? Sweetheart, what is it?”
I look away and shake my head, my face burning. Above the pain, I’m able to realize what an idiot I was, thinking I could get away without telling him.
Still, I give my lie by omission one last ditch effort. “I told you, it’s just been a while—”
“How long?” His brows snap together. “It’s not supposed to hurt like that—not enough to make you cry. Unless—”
Oh, Jesus. I watch his eyes transform as the realization hits him, going from soft and hot to hard and cold. The change is swift and terrifying, and it only makes me cry harder.
“Greer.” His voice is different. Deadly calm.
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever done this before?”
“Um.”
“Do. Not. Fuck with me, Greer.” He’s practically vibrating with what I can only assume is anger now, even as he reaches up to wipe away a tear with his thumb. “Are you a virgin?”
I close my eyes. No use lying about it now. “Yeah,” I manage. “I am. Was.”
Chapter Fourteen
BROOKS
I stare at her. Tears streaming down her face. Her long, dark eyelashes clump together, making her look even younger.
Even more vulnerable.
My chest is tight. Head swarms. Questions. Doubts. Regret.
Extreme, extreme arousal. If this wasn’t the ultimate teaching moment—
I can’t.
What the hell was I thinking? It was a dumb idea to kiss her. Even dumber to give in to her request for more.
My dick throbs inside her. Half pain, half pleasure. She’s tight and perfect. Christ, when was the last time I was this hard?
When was the last time I was this reckless?
I don’t know where to start. I’m halfway—no, most of the way—to taking my best friend’s sister’s virginity. And I had no idea.
“Fuck.”
Her brows curve upward. “Brooks.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve—I would’ve treated this so differently.”
She gives her head a little shake, brown eyes locked on mine. “I didn’t want you to treat me differently. And I knew you would’ve stopped if—”
“I am stopping. Right now.” I pull back my hips, hanging my head at the loss of her tight warmth. But Greer grabs my sides, stilling my motion. I look up and see her eyes are pleading.
“Please, please don’t stop. Do I not feel good?”
My heart twists. Here she is, worrying about how it feels for me when she’s clearly in pain.
I press my lips to the corner of her mouth. “You feel like fucking heaven. That’s not the problem. You’re hurting, for one thing—”
“It’s passing. It’ll pass. See?” She manages a smile as she guides me a little farther inside her.
“Fuck,” I say for the five-hundredth time. Goddamn it, she does feel good. Her softness is already milking my dick, bringing my orgasm that much closer to the surface. “How are you still a virgin?”
Her throat works as she swallows. “What does that mean?”
“Means you’re beautiful.” I lower my voice. “Smart. Driven. You have your shit together, sweetheart, and someone should’ve locked you down by now.”
Her eyelashes flutter. I notice the tears have stopped. “I didn’t find the right guy in high school or college. And then I started Drury Lane right out of college, which hasn’t left a lot of time for play.”
Play. We both need more of it. Hasn’t that been my mission all along? Helping Greer find more time for fun? Joy? Pleasure?
Who knew that in the process, I’d find those things too.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I really, really want to do this with you, Brooks,” she continues. “I’ve wanted you . . . forever.” Her voice wobbles on the last word.
My throat burns as I struggle to bite back the words. I’ve wanted you too.
Instead I say, “I’m not yours to want, sweetheart. Your brother—”
“My brother has no say in my personal life.” She looks me squarely in the eye. Defiant. Certain. She lifts her hips so I sink inside her pussy even deeper, making me groan. “I understand that this puts you in a weird position with him. But we’re all adults.”
I close my eyes. This whole situation may be wrong, but being inside her feels all kinds of right. My heart drums inside my chest. Blood gathers in the head of my dick as it meets with her heat. I can feel the last pulses of her orgasm tighten her grip on me.
Her legs are wrapped around my hips. Thighs spread. Tits pressed against me.
My head is emptied of everything except the need to fuck this girl, and fuck her well.
I can go slowly, tiny thrusts at first. Get her used to the feel of me. I can already feel her stretching. Releasing.
I shouldn’t, though.
“I can’t—” I’m gasping for air now. “Jesus Christ, Greer, I can’t lose him.”
“You won’t. I promise.” She puts her hand on my chest, right over my heart. “You and I are the only ones here right now. So be here, okay? George doesn’t deserve a spot in this bed. He’s not in charge of our sex lives.”