WATCHING LAUREN WALK out of the bathroom, my mouth was gaped open. I wasn’t sure how I should feel. Lauren admitting that she had hoped we would end up together had me wanting to jump for joy like a girl. Lauren talking dirty had me wishing my damn dick would get hard again. Looking down at my guy, I pinched my eyebrows together. “Of all the times I need you to perform at top level, it’s now.”
“What did you say?” Lauren asked from the other room. She sounded sleepy.
“Um . . . nothing. Give me a minute or two to dry off.”
Quickly running the towel over my body, I dried off in record time. Walking back over, I unplugged the tub and let it drain. Turning to head to the other room, I stopped as I looked at the shower. “I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick to get this jasmine smell off of me, Lauren.”
Lauren responded back with a simple, “Mkay . . .”
Turning the water to hot, I stepped in and let it run over my body. I still couldn’t believe that Lauren and I were together. Shaking my head, I thought back to the night when our relationship turned. The night she wanted to make love and I said no.
SITTING IN MY truck, Lauren stared off in the distance. Turning her body toward me, I looked at her and smiled. “I don’t want to hide my feelings anymore, Colt. I’m . . . well . . . I’m attracted to you and I think you’re attracted to me.”
Grinning, I took her hand in mine. “Lauren, you’re all I think about.”
A blush swept across her cheeks as her eyes intensified. “Make love to me, Colt. I want you so much. Please.”
I wasn’t expecting Lauren to ask me to make love to her in my truck. I had no condom first off and there was no way in hell I was having sex for the first time in my truck, with the girl I loved more than anything.
Looking away as I gathered my thoughts, I turned back to Lauren. “Lauren, I don’t want our first time together to be in my truck. I want it to be special. I want to make you feel desired and show you how much I want you. Fucking you in my truck is not what I pictured.”
The moment I saw the hurt flash across her eyes, I wanted to take everything back and just take her in my arms and kiss her. I could have given her an orgasm and then maybe told her we needed to wait to make love.
Giving me a smile that did not reach her eyes, she turned back and looked out the front window. “I understand. Colt, if you don’t want to be with me . . .”
“What? Lauren, that’s not what I said. I want more than anything to be with you. It’s all I think about.”
Holding her hand up for me to stop talking, she looked my way. Tears formed in her eyes. “I think I’m tired and it’s been a long night. Will you please take me home, Colt?”
TURNING OFF THE water, I pushed all memories of that night away. It didn’t matter anymore. Lauren was mine. She would forever be mine.
Stepping out of the shower, I reached for a clean towel and wrapped it around my waist. Inhaling a deep breath, I got ready for round three.
The moment I saw her asleep in the bed, my heart about burst from my chest. Her beautiful blonde hair was spread out over the pillow and her hand was tucked up under face. She wore a slight smile as she slept peacefully. I chuckled when I noticed the towel underneath her.
Walking over to her, I gazed upon her beautiful body. Turning, I walked to the closet in the hall and opened it. There was an extra blanket that I pulled down and took out of the bag. Heading back to the bed, I picked up my cell phone and checked it. I had two text messages.
Dad: It wasn’t unnoticed son how you and Lauren were kissing while you were dancing and then you both left.
Blowing out a breath of air, I hit Reply.
Me: Is there a question or something in there dad?
Dad: Remember how we raised you.
Me: I would never hurt Lauren. I love her dad.
Holy shit. I just told my father I loved Lauren. Dropping my head back, I stared at the ceiling until I heard my phone beep. Seeing my dad’s reply, I rolled my eyes. “Oh man.”
Dad: Use protection.
Me: Dad, really. Are we going to go there?? I’m not irresponsible!
My heart was pounding in my chest. Here I was telling my father I wasn’t irresponsible and I forgot to wear a damn condom the second time I’d ever had sex. Fuck!
Dad: I know. It’s my job to pester you. How far are y’all from A&M?
Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Scrubbing my hands down my face, I paced back and forth. Glancing at the time on my phone, we had left the reception almost three hours ago. I never lied to my father. Ever. Okay, that’s not true. I may have told a white lie every now and then.