The Bad Boys' Virgin Temptress(11)

A few more shoves later and Drew sat up in bed wiping the sleep from his eyes. “What’s the problem?”

Passing him the coffee he’d poured for him, Noah handed him the letter.

“She’s gone.”

“What?”

Losing his patience he took the letter from Drew, opened it up and shook it at him. “She’s gone. Cheryl wasn’t here when I woke up.”

Drew threw the blanket off him, stood up, stretching out his muscles. He was used to seeing his friend butt naked, but this morning held no amusement.

Shaking his head at how calm Drew seemed to be, Noah gazed down at the bed and froze, realizing what he had done. There was nothing physical on the sheet, but he had seen the pain across Cheryl’s face the night before. He remembered the moment he’d penetrated her nice, tight cunt. She’d screamed out, which he’d put down to his size rather than pain of a woman’s first time. Later on when he’d been washing, he’d noticed the flecks of blood. At the time he’d refused to acknowledge that he’d taken her virginity, but in the light of day there was no denying what he’d taken.All at once the memories were plaguing him, making him take notice of what he’d denied to himself the night before.

Cheryl Fisher had come to their bed a virgin, and instead of stopping at the time to talk about it, he’d taken her continuously throughout the night.

“Holy shit.” Noah backed away feeling sick all over. He’d deflowered a fucking virgin. Not Drew, he was the one responsible for tearing through her membrane and making her his. He scrambled through his thoughts of the night before. She’d screamed on his first initial thrust, but he’d put that down to a lack of partners in a long time.

Fucking hell.

“What the fuck did we do, Noah?” Drew asked. Both men were suddenly wide awake and alert.

He heard his friend, not registering the words. In his mind he was playing over and over the scene of taking Cheryl.

“Why did she come to us?” Drew asked.

“Maybe because we didn’t give her much of a choice,” Noah said.

Stupid asshole.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” he said, moving out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door. He wore his leather pants and nothing else. The cool morning breeze helped him to control his raging hard-on. He made his way through the town, aware of the stares but making no move to talk to the folk.

Once he left the centre of town, he continued walking along the streets. He knew Law Castle like the back of his hand. There was not a place he hadn’t explored. Along the dirt road he knew about ten miles south of town there was an exclusive sex club for people to go and play. He’d stumbled onto that place by mistake, but it sure had opened his eyes. Some of the couples in town participated in swinging where one couple would join another, and for one night they would switch partners. The crap he knew should be worth so much money. He chuckled, thinking about what people thought about small towns. In the town he lived in, anything went. Ménages, sharing, swapping, spanking, he’d seen it all and done most of it. Cheryl, though, she was different and always had been, ever since she was younger. Noah guessed it had something to do with looking after her mother from a young age.

He had done everything in his younger years. He had sown his wild oats to the point he was getting ready to settle down. One of the Law Castle bad boys ready to settle down. It sounded ridiculous even to him. He recalled laughing when one of the women he’d fucked had said she wanted to marry him. God, he’d been a bastard in his early years. The women kept on coming to him for more. The more he shared them with his best friend Drew the more they wanted him.

Throughout his time of fucking women and forgetting them he had never once deflowered a virgin.

He felt sick to his stomach at the rough way he had handled Cheryl. She deserved so much more care from him and Drew. Instead, she’d gotten a quick, rough tumble as opposed to time being seduced.

Once he could think straight he took a long look in front of him at the road and then turned back and headed back to town.

Whatever happened, Cheryl wasn’t getting away that easily.



Drew opened the mechanic shop up, letting in their workers for them to start working on the cars that needed fixing. He kept checking out the street for any signs of Noah. After an hour went by he stopped looking and started going through the books on what he needed to order for the following week. Saturday was a slow day for business. Most of the town folk weren’t too interested in getting their car fixed for the weekend ahead.

Jake was talking a load of crap in the front of the shop while he worked. Slamming shut the door, Drew went back to filling in order forms for car parts.