Seven. Fucking. Days. My dick has been stone almost the entire week in anticipation of finally getting inside my sweet virgin girl. But she’s going to be worth every minute of the wait—and the blue balls. I know it’s gonna be so fucking good. So tight. And so very right.
I’ve seen Em every day but not the way I wanted. Not naked. Not in my bed beneath me. Not with me between her legs.
Ryan, Brantley, and Drake have made it impossible to be alone with her this week. Those fuckers just wouldn’t go away. They were hanging at my apartment every night drinking beer and shooting the shit. They’re stuck in the college mindset.
I’m not. I have bigger and better things consuming my thoughts.
There’s no doubt in my mind. Em is already mine but tonight is going to solidify it. Bind us forever. Especially if we make a baby.
It’s. Fucking. Reckless.
And I don’t care.
Dave and Monica Briggs are going to be furious with me, especially if Em is pregnant when we get married, but I know they’ll get over it. However, things could go very badly with Ryan. He may contemplate killing me. If he doesn’t, Brantley and Drake might. They think of Em like a baby sister, same as I once did until I saw her for what she really is—a sexy-as-fuck woman who’s going to be my wife and mother of my children.
I always felt a special bond with Em. I knew she felt it too, but I never knew what to label it. I called it a sibling-like love in my head because I was afraid to give it any other name. I always knew others would consider it wrong to share that kind of relationship with a girl so much younger than me. But she’s an adult now and nothing is standing in the way of our being together.
I meet Em at the door when she arrives. She’s wearing a white sundress, all innocent and sexy-like. Very fitting for a virgin who’s coming to get her cherry popped.
My eyes meet hers and my dick spasms with need to be inside her. She’s just that fucking hot. “You look beautiful, baby.”
“Thank you.” She places her palm against my face and smiles. “Someone has gone without shaving for a few days.”
“Because you said you loved the way my stubble felt when I was eating you. I thought some scruff might be even better.” I rub my hand over my chin to test how it feels. “I can shave it off if you want.”
She pinches my mouth so my lips pucker out and she kisses them. “Don’t you dare,” she growls. Fuck, that growly voice does something to me.
I pull her into my arms to place a kiss on the top of her head and notice a bag hanging on her shoulder. “Whatcha got there?”
She wags her brows and those dimples I’ve always loved and once teased her about make an appearance. “It’s my birthday, but you’re the one getting a surprise.”
“Well, maybe you’re getting a surprise too.” I can’t wait to see her face when she opens her gift.
“I’m spending the night.”
Fuck, yeah. “How did you pull that one off with Dave and Monica?” No way she told them she was staying with me.
There’s her I’ve-been-up-to-no-good smile. That grin makes my dick twitch every time I see it. “All lies and schemes.”
I bet she told her parents she’s staying at a friend’s house, which is likely to backfire. And then we’re probably exposed. But I don’t care; it won’t matter after tonight. “Do I even want to know?”
She grins as she shakes her head. “It’s probably best you don’t.”
“Is that my surprise? That you’re staying over tonight?”
“It’s one of your surprises.” I don’t hate the sound of that.
“More than one, huh? Very interesting.”
“There are lots of interesting things to come. And then I hope there are just things that cum.”
“I’m certain there will be two things that cum.”
Em licks her lips and rubs them together before she drops her bag on the floor and propels herself into my arms. I guess we’re not waiting around to do this. I suck her bottom lip and release it with an audible pop before moving my mouth over hers. Our tongues fall into a rhythmic wave, a seductive swirl of soft, wet velvet.
I don’t know how I had the strength to control myself with her these last three months. In this moment, I’m powerless to stop devouring her.
The rhythm of our kiss is no longer slow, sweet, and smooth. It’s sensual, seductive, and sexual.
I drag my mouth along her jawline toward her ear, leaving kisses in its path. She squirms when I kiss the sensitive spot below her earlobe. “God, Em, I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it another minute.”