The Bad Boys' Virgin Temptress(10)

She couldn’t believe in the cold light of day that she’d gone through with her plan to lose her virginity. A wince escaped her as she recalled the pain of Noah’s first penetration. She was thankful everything had gotten better since the first time. The men had taken it in turns to screw her during the night hours and into the early morning.

Never before had she gone through the morning-after routine. Cheryl began to move out from under them. Their hands stayed firmly in place. After a wriggle she would start to pull herself out of their touch. After several minutes, she worked her way free to stand at the foot of the bed looking at the contrasting two men, one with light colouring, the other darker. They looked sexy where they lay, their faces blank of any seduction. Her heart hammered inside her chest from the feelings they were evoking.

No. These men would be impossible to love. They’ll break your heart before you even realise it.

They’re players, not keepers.

The white fabric of her panties caught her eye. She moved over to where Noah had thrown them last night.

Pulling them on, she made her way out of the door and down the stairs to where her clothes were by the front door. She dressed quickly, wishing she hadn’t worn such revealing clothes. It was still early, so her walk of shame didn’t have to be witnessed by many of the town’s residents.

The moment she was dressed she found their kitchen and left a note of thanks. Staring at their percolator, she couldn’t help but start their coffee going. Then she left the house, wrapping her arms around her stomach to protect herself from the morning chill.

A couple of residents were out setting up shop, most of them in their own world preparing for the day ahead. She pushed her hair behind her ear, stared down at the floor and walked the distance to her home. In the heels she wore, her feet were aching by the time she made it to her front door. Her hands shaking, she unlocked the door and slammed it shut to close away the outside world.

Since her mother died, her home had become a soundless, uninviting place for her to live in. She hated the daily ritual she spent of keeping a house which held so many mixed memories for her.

She’d thought about selling the three bedroom detached house with the lovely garden in front and back, but she couldn’t bear to bring some stranger into her home. Listening to a person place a monetary value on the many things she’d treasured over the years would slowly kill her inside.

Going straight upstairs she made her way to the bathroom and began to run herself a hot bath. She poured in some salts to help with her aches and then stripped off her clothes. Cheryl went to her bedroom to pull out some clothes for when she was finished and stopped when she caught sight of herself in the mirror in the corner. Her mother had bought her the full length mirror for her sixteenth birthday, saying that every girl had a right to look at their body and how they were dressed.

Tears filled her eyes as she thought about the woman who had had such an impact on her life. Not a day went by when she didn’t miss her mother. Standing naked in front of the mirror she saw the redness of her skin from Noah and Drew’s touches. The blush she tried to contain flushed over her skin, making her look like a strawberry.

The things they’d done to her, she would never forget. Her body had felt so alive under their skilful touch.

Shaking her head to rid the images of the night from her mind, she walked back to her bathroom and lowered herself into the bath, wincing as the hot water touched tender areas not used to such exposure.

Leaning back, she relaxed her muscles thinking how wonderful the night had been but how she would never experience such delight in their arms again.

You want to be with them, Cheryl.

Yes. She wanted to be with Noah and Drew, but she refused to go through the same heartache as her mother.



“Cheryl, baby, are you down here?” Noah asked as he moved down the stairs. There was no sign of her. Their clothes had been picked up, folded neatly and placed on a spare chair. Frowning, he went into the kitchen to find the coffee percolator filled with the dark brown, heavenly scented coffee.

Running fingers through his hair, he poured himself a coffee, taking a seat at the table afterwards. He found the note from her lying on the table. Noah stared at the note without touching it. He didn’t want to open it because he knew what he’d find.

Several minutes passed before he grabbed the note and opened it up. The words “Thank you” were written in the centre. Nothing else. No reason for why she had left or where she’d gone. He knew. Pouring a second cup of coffee, he moved upstairs to where Drew was snoring his head off. Placing the cup on the cupboard, he gave his friend a shove on the shoulder.