Dirty Little Secret

I stand once she’s cleaned up, tossing the rag into the hamper tucked between the sink and toilet. “I’ll let you have a minute, okay?”

She nods and I pull her in for another kiss before heading back to her bedroom.

“Hey, Stella?” I call, pausing in the doorway.

“Yeah?”

“You gonna let me stay the night?”

She nods again, but as I pull the door closed behind me, I swear I hear her mutter, “I might just let you stay forever…”

Chapter Twenty-One

Stella

Early morning light filters through the cracks in the blinds, rousing me from the deepest sleep of my life.

God, it’s hot, I think, trying to wiggle out of the covers. Only there’s a decidedly masculine arm banded around my middle, holding me in place.

For a split second, panic threatens to consume me, but then realization strikes. The strong chest pressed against my back, the strong thigh wedged between my own, and the very naked erection pushing into my equally naked ass all belong to none other than my brother’s best friend.

Because, holy shit! I slept with Samson Carter!

Slowly, I try to shift out of his hold, but it’s no use. His arms are like steel bands and his chest a brick wall.

“Stop moving.” His chest rumbles as he holds me impossibly closer.

“I need to pee,” I wheeze as he squeezes the air out of me.

“Hold it.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. “I like you here.”

“You won’t like it when I freaking pee on you.”

Samson huffs but doesn’t move.

“I mean it! Let me up.”

He shifts and I think he’s finally going to release me. But instead, he digs his fingers into my sides, tickling me mercilessly.

“Samson!” I howl his name, flopping around like a fish on a boat deck. “Oh my God! Stop-stop-stop!”

“But you’re so damn cute when you get all worked up.”

“Look, if you’re into golden showers, fine. I’m not trying to yuck your yum, but since you literally popped my cherry last night, let’s maybe slow things down.”

“The fuck, Luna?” he asks, his hold on me instantly relaxing.

I crawl out of the bed, not caring one bit that I’m butt naked—I have to freaking pee! “Hold that thought,” I tell him, darting out of my room and into the bathroom.

I take care of business in record time, and when I step back into my room, Samson’s sitting up, reclining against the headboard, with my purple comforter draped across his hips.

“Golden shower?” he asks, a look of disgust on his handsome face.

“Um.” I grab my robe from the hook on the wall and tug it on. “It’s common knowledge.”

“You were a virgin until yesterday.”

“Are we just recapping everything I’ve already said, or…”

“Don’t be a smartass. I’m just trying to understand why and how you know the things you do. You were a fucking seductress last night—all touching yourself and putting on a show. And now you’re talking about kink shaming and I… fuck, Stella.”

My cheeks heat as memories of my wantonness flash through my mind. I don’t know what came over me last night, other than this soul-deep need for him to claim me.

“Did you not like it?”

“Fuck, no, Luna. I loved it. You were so sexy, but…”

I swallow. “But what?”

“It’s just hard to reconcile Sexy Stella with the girl who begged me to be her first kiss when she was only fifteen.”

“Is it though? In both scenarios, I pushed you to give me what I wanted, didn’t I?”

He mulls over my question for a moment before nodding. “I guess so.”

“Exactly, I just begged a little differently last night.”

“Why though?”

I shrug my shoulders and move to sit on the foot of the bed. “I don’t know. We’ve just had such shit luck since you’ve come home, it felt like if it didn’t happen then, it never would. I’m… sorry for forcing your hand.”

He bolts upright and yanks me against him, plastering me sideways against his chest. “Don’t apologize. I loved every second of every minute about last night. It was perfect, Stella, so don’t question it or doubt it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“It just threw me for a loop, seeing you rub your pussy and tug on your nipples like that.”

Despite the wetness gathering between my thighs, I shoot him a dull look. “I’ve watched porn before, you know?”

His throat bobs as he swallows. “Oh, yeah?”

I nod.

“When?”

“When what?”

“When did you watch it?”

“It wasn’t a one-time thing.”

His arms tighten. “Did you touch yourself?”

“Some-sometimes.”

“What did you do?”

“Samson,” I whine his name. I’m practically dripping wet now, which should be impossible given how embarrassed I am.

“Tell me.” His voice is deep and low, a carnal growl that ignites a flame deep within my core.

“I would… um…”

“If you don’t want to tell me, you can show me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He grabs his phone from God-knows-where and taps around until a familiar website loads on the screen. “Show me.”