Love and Sorrow (Small Town Secrets Book 5), стр. 38
Once I had his shirt unbuttoned all the way, Justin took his lips off mine for just a moment. With a grin, he said, “My, you’re a little rascal. Rascally Randi.” After that, he called me Rascal more than he said my actual name. I couldn’t help but laugh as I pressed my open mouth into his again, moving from my chair to sit on his lap, still kissing him and running my fingers through his shoulder-length hair, relishing the feel of his stubble prickling my chin and cheeks. God, the powerful way I felt then emboldened me to unzip his jeans and work my way inside until I found his cock. As I did, he sucked on my lower lip before asking, “You sure you wanna do this right now?”
“Fuck, yeah. Please tell me you have a condom.”
The way he smiled made my pussy clench with desire, seeing how his mischievous side blossomed with arousal. “You mean you haven’t found one yet?”
As I giggled again, he slid forward a bit with me still holding onto him while he reached into his back pocket. As he fished his wallet out, I continued kissing his neck impatiently. “How exactly do you want to do this? I think I’m pretty good, woman, but you still got your pants on.”
Another peal of laughter erupted from my lips as I nodded my head backward. “Bedroom’s that way.” When he stood up, still holding me, he carried me there—and holy shit, the sex we had.
Twice.
Unlike ever before, I felt free, unabandoned—and even though our sex was as vanilla as it gets, I could honestly say I’d never had this much fun fucking before. And he seemed to feed off my emotional state, so by the time we lay in bed apart on our backs, spent but aglow, I could hear the smile in his voice even though my eyes were closed.
“Guess I should help you with your math more often, huh?”
“Holy shit. That was awesome.”
Suddenly, he sounded sleepy. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?”
“Mmm-hmm. It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah? You didn’t seem too rusty to me.”
“You don’t want to know how long it’s been.”
When I could feel the motion of the bed as he rolled onto his side, I forced my eyes open and turned toward him. He said, “Tell me anyway. I helped you with your homework. Least you can do is satisfy my curiosity.” Touching the skin just above my collarbone, he added, “Rascal.”
With little hesitation, I found myself answering his question. “More than three years.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. I wish I was.”
“Why so long?”
Normally, I wouldn’t have told a soul—especially someone like Justin that I’d only known for a couple of months. But, for some stupid reason, I felt safe with him.
I trusted him. There was something about him that made me feel secure—so I found myself opening up. “My ex-husband was…pretty abusive. I was in a really bad relationship, and it was hard to get out. So I swore off men. That was it. I was done. Even if it meant I had to be a nun from now on.”
“Nuns do what you just did?”
Playfully, I slapped him on the chest. “Funny guy.” Then I moved my finger down to his bellybutton and back up to his sternum, back and forth, back and forth, tracing its way through the tiny path of hair. I admitted to myself that it was nice lying next to a man again, touching him, feeling him close, his warmth penetrating my skin. “I don’t know why I did that. I guess I should be…ashamed of being so brazen.”
“I have that effect on women, you know.”
“I believe it.”
He laughed. “Seriously, why me?”
“Why not?”
“What kind of answer is that?”
“I don’t know. You just feel safe to me, Justin. I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
The way he said it caused me to sit up, propping my head on my hand. “Why not?”
His face got a little serious then. “I’m not a one-woman guy—and I won’t pretend to be something I’m not.”
“Oh. Is that all?”
“What do you mean?”
“You could’ve said you were a serial killer or you had a horrible STD you gave me or you were going to start stalking me now.”
He chuckled. “Don’t think so.”
“Exactly. You’re a good friend. So why couldn’t I trust you?”
“Fair enough. But most women don’t like that, and they break it off as soon as they know I play the field. Or they just try harder to be the only one. All it does is push me away. It’s weird.”
“You know what? That makes you even safer in my eyes. I don’t want any kind of messy relationship. Just sex is good with me.”
“Just sex, huh? That sounds fuckin’ fantastic in my book, baby. I’m not for any messy relationships, either.”
“Then you’re perfect.” And, as if to cement the deal, I kissed him.
Then he said, “Three years? Really?”
“I’d say it was worth the wait.”
“Hmm. Then you’re probably overdue for one more time. You up for it?”
Holy shit. This man was a beast. “The question is are you?”
“I’m up for anything, anytime, sweetheart.”
That third time? We didn’t fuck like animals trying like hell to procreate. That time, he was sweet and gentle, bringing on the slowest, longest orgasm—and then, to top it off, he spent the night lying next to me, holding me close until my stupid alarm jolted me out of bed. And when I turned to see him still there, I grinned like I was a girl who’d just realized she loved the guy she’d lost her virginity to. Frankly, I