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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ryan
I’m startingto think this girl is out to kill me.
Sofia wasn’t sent to take me to oblivion with those sweet eyes and quick tongue. Nope, she was sent to push me into an early grave due to sexual frustration.
Sofia: I think we should just have sex and get my virginity out of the way.
She couldn’t say that last night before she had me coming in my pants?
I sit up in my bed.
Me: Okay, whoa. Pump those brakes, Sofia.
Sofia: What?
Me: What are you doing? Can we talk on the phone?
Sofia: I’m sitting with Amelia.
Sofia: Okay, never mind. She walked away.
I hit her name and wait only a second for her to answer.
“Hello?” she coos, and my cock jumps to attention.
“Stop that.”
She giggles. “Stop what?”
“Being a sex kitten. You’re killing me.”
More giggles. “I am not.”
“Oh yeah, you are. You tasted the juice, and now it’s all you want.”
She pauses. “I think the juice got on your pants.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, and then I can’t contain it; I start laughing. Her soft, carefree laugh joins with mine, and fuck, my heart swells for this girl.
“I just wanted to nap.”
“Nap, then,” she says simply. “We can talk later. I’m coming to your game.”
I’m confused. “I thought you had to work.”
“Nope, I want to go.”
She’s not working for my sake? Don’t let that go to your head, Justice. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I’ve worked all day, and I’m coming back tomorrow.”
I struggle with that. I know how much she wants her mom to come visit. “Well, it means a lot to me that you want to come.”
“Of course. I love watching you.”
My voice drops. “Well, we know I love watching you. Breathing, flipping, moaning, you name it, it’s my jam.”
She takes in a deep breath. “So, what do you say? Tonight?”
My body goes tight. “That is not fair.”
“What?”
“You want me to play a game with a hard cock? Don’t say things like that. We don’t need to plan it.”
“I want to do it, get it over with,” she says, and I shake my head.
“First off, we aren’t gonna get it over with. I want this to be special for you.”
She sighs softly. “Ryan, that’s incredibly sweet if we were sixteen. But I’m almost nineteen. It’s time.”
“Actually, there is never a time when it shouldn’t be special. Any dude who wouldn’t make this special for you is a complete douche, and I’ll kick his ass.”
“Um, I thought we were dating.”
“Yeah, we are,” I say, and then slowly I take in a breath. I need to rein in the crazy. “So it’s my job to make this special.”
“Ryan—”
“No. I want to plan it. Flowers, candles, rose petals covering a bed, all that shit.”
She scoffs. “All that shit?”
“Yeah, maybe some chocolate-covered strawberries and loads of condoms. Loads. Like a Costco-size box.”
Her laughter makes everything tight. “Was that how your first time happened?”
I snort. “Fuck no. I was at a party, and I did her in the corner. It was awkward. I missed the hole like three times before I got it right.”
When she starts laughing so hard she can’t breathe, I smile to myself. Wasn’t one of my finest moments, but I was a sixteen-year-old kid with one agenda. Fuck something and do it quick so I wouldn’t be made fun of. I hate that for my sixteen-year-old self now, but back then, it worked.
“You’re lying!”
“Nope. Dead serious,” I say, lying back in my bed and propping my head up on my arm. “It was quick and over before I knew it.”
“So why can’t we do that? Why did you do that to her?”
“Because she was nineteen and had already slept with half the team. I wasn’t special to her, and she wasn’t special to me.”
“Well, that’s depressing.”
“Exactly. Which is why I want more for you.”
She thinks that over, and I can practically see her chewing on her lip. “So, when?”
“I don’t know. We can make a date of going over dates together. I’ll buy you coffee, and I’ll get you off in my truck.”
My lips curve as I’m met with her laughter. “You’re insane.”
