Making Up (Shacking Up 4)

My brain is slow to make sense of that statement. “Haven’t done what? Had sex in a hotel room?”

“Had sex before, period,” she mutters.

“What?” I ask because I can’t have heard that right.

She blows out an exasperated breath. “I’m a virgin.”

I stare at Cosy for a few very long seconds and wait for her to laugh. She does not. Her face, however, turns a very vibrant shade of red.

“I knew I should’ve kept my stupid mouth shut.”

“You’re serious.” It’s a statement. Obviously she’s serious. “How is that possible?”

Her brows pull together. “What?”

“You work in a porn store.”

She tips her chin up in what seems like embarrassed defiance. “So? What does that have to do with anything?”

“I don’t know. It’s just . . . I mean. Fuck. I guess it doesn’t have anything to do with you being . . .” I can’t seem to finish that sentence without choking, so I clear my throat. “I figured if you worked in a place where you sell sex toys, which you know a shitload about, by the way, you might have some experience with them.”

“I have plenty of experience with a synthetic penis. I’ve just never had a real one inside me. And Bartholomew isn’t as girthy or long as you, so I figured you might need some warning.”

“Bartholomew?” I have the sudden urge to hunt this guy down and knock his teeth out.

“My vibrator.”

“You named your vibrator?”

“He’s been around for years, and he never lets me down. I figured he deserved one.” She picks up the foil square, which I apparently dropped.

“Whoa. Wait.” I snatch it back from her. “I think we need to talk about this.”

“We just did. I told you I was a virgin, and now you get to go where no real, human penis has gone before.”

“Cosy.” I run a hand through my hair, trying to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do in this situation. Do I want to have sex with Cosy? Damn right. But taking someone’s virginity is a big deal. And I probably don’t deserve to have hers. No, not probably. I definitely don’t deserve it, but hell if I don’t want it to be mine.

“Your penis looks like he’s ready to be in me. “ She catches the bead of wetness at the tip with the end of her finger and brings it to her mouth.

“For fuck’s sake.” It’s more groan than words. I clear my throat. “Your first time should be special, with someone you love.” What am I even saying?

She rolls her eyes. “Seriously. How old were you the first time you had sex?”

“Seventeen.”

“And you’re trying to tell me you were in love? Was it in the back seat of your dad’s SUV?”

“No, it was in a bed, and we’d been dating since freshman year.”

“Well, that’s sweet, but that was puppy love at best. I had a boyfriend for a year in high school, but he ended up dumping me because he graduated a year before me and didn’t want to be tied down while he was in college screwing anything with a pulse and a vagina. By the time I got to college, I wasn’t interested in giving it up to some douche who was going to fumble his way through five minutes of lackluster sex where I definitely wouldn’t be having a orgasm. Do you need me to tell you I love you to feel better about popping my cherry? It’s pretty damn obvious you want to.” She motions to my still-hard cock, which I’m choking like I’m trying to kill it.

She shifts so she’s kneeling in front of me. “Please don’t say no, Griffin. We’ve had an amazing day, everything about it has been perfect, and so far we’ve had an amazing night. First times are supposed to be memorable. I want mine to be memorable because it was good, not because it sucked. Considering the number of orgasms I’ve already had, I’m pretty confident sex with you isn’t going to suck, so I think you need to get over it and conquer me like you know you want to.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she plucks the condom from between my fingers and tears it open.

“Wait.” I cover her hand with mine.

“This is mine to give, Griffin, and I want you to take it.”

Every single primal male urge to do exactly what she’s said—conquer, take, claim—stampedes over any logical argument. I want what she’s offering me, and she has a point, my first time was good for me, but I’m guessing it wasn’t awesome for my girlfriend at the time since we were both pretty clueless. Besides that, if I turn her down, she’s not going to want to stay. There won’t be a dinner or more dates. I won’t see her again if I say no. Then some douche asshole in his mid-twenties is going to take what could’ve been mine.