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It’s never looked better.
“Come sit next to me, Rook.” She taps the spot on the bed where I normally sleep.
“I’m on my way.” I tug the waistband of my boxer briefs up a quarter of an inch.
I want to be pushing them down so I can slide into her, but she needs something else before we fuck. She needs me to listen and to hear every word she says.
She reiterated that as soon as we arrived, telling me that although she wanted to drop to her knees in the shower and take my cock in her mouth, she needed a few minutes to explain something vitally important.
I crawl into the bed and sit just as she is, with my back resting against the headboard.
Her hand falls into my lap.
I take it between my hands and draw it up to my lips to kiss it. “I’m here, beautiful.”
“Can I sit in your lap?”
I drop her hand and spread my arms wide. “Be my guest.”
With a small laugh, she kicks the covers off and lands in my lap quickly. Her hands fall to my shoulders as her gaze catches mine. “I like this.”
I fucking love it. I adjust her weight so she can feel my cock resting against her core.
“You probably wonder why I was a virgin for so long.”
I know she expects honesty from me, so I give her that. “I did in the beginning.”
“Not now?” she asks, pushing her eyeglasses up the bridge of her nose.
“You were waiting for me,” I say softly, meaning every word.
“I was,” she agrees. “I know that now, but I thought I would have sex when I was eighteen.”
“That was your initial plan?”
Her gaze wanders over my bare chest. “I liked a boy in high school. I thought he liked me.”
“Dalton?” I ask, instantly regretting it.
I saw the way he looked at her in the park. It was with reverence and respect. Whatever they shared in the past and will share in the future isn’t on the same playing field as what Carrie and I have.
“No!” She laughs, tapping my shoulder. “I told you he’s like a brother to me…was like a brother to me, Rook. I’ve never seen him that way.”
“I know,” I say.
She nods. “Who it was doesn’t matter anymore.”
She’s right. It doesn’t.
I’ve fucked more women than I care to admit, and they aren’t relevant to what I feel for Carrie.
“He asked me if I’d be with him on graduation night.” She closes her eyes briefly. “We hadn’t even kissed or dated or anything, but he was the guy everyone wanted, so when he asked me to do it, I wanted to.”
My heart aches for what I know was a bad experience for her. Whatever happened between her and that guy on that night all those years ago didn’t end the way she thought it would.
“The party was at his parents’ house in Queens.” She shakes her head. “He told me to meet him in his bedroom at ten o’clock.”
I nod.
