Page 53 of More Than My Hometown

She cocks an eyebrow at me, her judgment not so silent. “I can tell you, as a nurse, the basic mechanics are the same everywhere.”

Shifting, she crawls into my lap, straddling me and resting her forehead against mine. I grab on to her hips, yanking her down to me, enjoying the moan she lets out as her core makes contact with my hard-on.

“I also don’t know why you seem to think I took a lover in every new country I was in. Because that is not at all the case.”

I pull back, sweeping the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. Maisey sighs, all the mirth slipping away as she stares back at me, leaving only love. My heart squeezes, the series of knots loosening, feeling like they start to flow out of me and toward her, enveloping her in a whole new bind. One that contains the two of us—together.

“It’s not unreasonable for me to believe that you've had relationships in the last ten years.”

“Just as it wouldn’t be unreasonable for me to believe that about you.”

I lift a shoulder casually. She’s not wrong. It’s not an unreasonable assumption. It’s just also not who I am.

“I’ve been focused on other things.”

“Same,” she whispers, grinding against me, making my dick throb. I groan, digging my fingers into her hips, wanting her to do it again. “There was one—once—nine years ago. That was it. No miscellaneous blow jobs…”

I laugh, her little taunt there at the end almost too much to handle. Especially paired with the wiggle she adds in for effect. My dick strains against my jeans, desperate for attention, but more than anything, I want to taste her again. To hear the little noises she makes.

I want to make her mine.

“I’d say that I might need to up my game to make you forget those, but I have no game, soooo…”

“They’re already forgotten, baby.”

“Good.”

Running my hands up her sides, I breach the hem of her tee, her warm skin greeting me as I venture up north. Maisey leans forward, pressing her lips to mine, and I lose myself, my mind going blank as we kiss.

“Tell me, baby,” I whisper, kissing along her jaw. My hands reach her breasts, running over the thin fabric of her bra. “You said once. Did you really mean⁠—”

“Once,” she cuts me off, arching into my hands for a second, then pulling back. “I let it slip to one of my fellow nurses that I was still a virgin, and she told me I was putting too much weight on it, and that once I got the first time over with it was no big deal and dating would be easier. So, she set me up with this guy she knew so I could get it out of my system.”

What the…

Despite my best efforts, my shock shows on my face, because Maisey giggles, kissing me again to reassure me.

“That makes it sound worse than it was. He was a nice guy, I promise. We went out a couple of times, and there was no pressure or anything, so I thought, yeah, maybe I do just need to get it over with. Turns out, the whole thing was just okay. I give myself better orgasms. So I turned my focus back on work and⁠—”

Errr…excuse me?!

“Did you just say that you give yourself better orgasms?”

Maisey nods, a devilish smirk spreading across her face. If I thought my dick was hard before, fuck me, I was wrong. It’s solid concrete now. The thought of her playing with herself, making herself come, is making it almost impossible to think.

At least about anything other than making her come.

“Fuck, Maisey…you have no idea how badly I want to fix that.”

“No time like the present.”

Yanking her down into me, I make sure she knows I’m not kidding. That she has me ready to go. Based on all her wiggling and grinding as we’ve been talking, there’s no way she’s been unaware, but still. I am making sure it’s crystal fucking clear.

“This is a two-person tent, right?” She giggles.

Sure the fuck is.