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Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

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“It is.” He replied. “You know what they say about prison...”

“Find the biggest and baddest guy there—kick his ass on the first day?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No...” He said with a smile and spun me around. “Don’t drop the soap.” He put a hand on the back of my neck and one on my hip. He bent me over with very little effort, keeping me tight against his hips.

“Okay, I don’t think I like prison anymore!” I

laughed as he held onto me—I was getting turned on, but it was dangerously close to getting out of hand.

“This is the best part.” He slid a hand into my yoga pants and started to pull them down.

Oh God—No, I can’t do this .

“Wait!” I grabbed my yoga pants and held them around my hips. “I like you, I really do, but I’m a virgin.”

“You’re a what?!” He let go of me instantly and recoiled slightly, a look of horror on his face.

He hates me. Great.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have led you on.” I stood up and grimaced. “I thought I was going to just let it happen, but I’m not sure I can do that.”

“Forgive me if I don’t quite understand, but you’re gorgeous. How did you survive high school or a single party in college without losing your cherry?” He took a step back.

“Well, my parents were strict so dating in high school was pretty much out of the question. Don’t get me wrong, I fooled around, but I think my dates were more terrified of my father than I was.” I shrugged. “As for college? I just really haven’t had time for a relationship.”

“That’s fucking nuts.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry you didn’t rescue someone who was ready to put out.” I walked over and picked up my drink.

Well, that moment is ruined. Now I get to spend the time locked in a wooden box with someone who hates me.

I had never seen a man literally treat me like I had a plague when I told him I was a virgin. The people that found out seemed desperate to be the ones to own the privilege of deflowering me. Granted, most of them were my age and didn’t have a few years on me like Shane had. I felt unwanted and confused as we sat down in the living room. We watched television in silence until it was lunch time. I sat down in my chair, feeling rather angry as more time passed and he casually made lunch like it was nothing, sipping his drink as he sliced up some meat and vegetables.

Not even conversation? Wow.

Part of me wished I hadn’t said anything at all. My emotions were in turmoil. I wanted him, but I didn’t want to just get bent over in the living room for his pleasure. I wanted more than a bend-her-over-and-fuck-her experience. The dancing was nice and if he had pushed me towards the bedroom, I would have probably already had him inside of me by that point. I wanted privacy more than I ever had before, but the cabin was madness. I couldn’t even go outside. The wind had picked up and snow was falling again. I really was a prisoner and the warden didn’t even want me.

Chapter 6: Shane

A virgin? What the fuck.

My beautiful blonde goddess was untouched. She had never felt a man’s cock inside of her. I hadn’t even really considered that possibility. It didn’t change my desire for her, but it made the situation a little different. The primal feeling of protective possessiveness was starting to amplify as the news rolled around in my head.

Can I really take a virgin into my bed and let her walk away?

Her confession of virginity made me more aware of our age difference and the different point we were in our lives. A woman for me was nothing more than a fuck, especially after not having one for six years, but what happened between us would mean a lot more to her if we went over that line.

God damn it—I want her so bad.

I had been so determined to live in solitude that I never considered sharing the cabin with anyone else. Heather toyed with that mentality and made me question it. I stood alone in the kitchen, making dinner and continuing to ponder what she said. In a way, she was right—if I would have rescued someone who wasn’t a virgin, it would have been a lot simpler to get what I wanted and send her on her way when the storm passed. Unfortunately, there was no going back. I had rescued Heather, and I still wanted her, even if it was complicated as hell.

“Lunch is ready.” I topped a steak with vegetables and put the plate down where she sat the last time we ate.

“Thanks.” There was a difference in her tone that I picked up on as she sat down and started to saw through the slab of meat.

“Like this.” I held up my knife. “Cut at an angle, just like this. Make one quick cut and then saw if it doesn’t go all the way through.”

“Great.” She repeated the motion and still had to saw, but it was a lot faster. “What did you learn while you were lost, Heather? I learned how to cut meat. It’s a valuable life skill.”



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