Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)
I wake feeling watched and try to roll away from the position I stayed in all night. Bryce’s hold tightens, and I look up to find him staring at me.
“Good morning,” I croak.
“Morning, babe.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just thinking about something. So I swore I’d never ask you about the guy you slept with, but I have to.”
“Apparently, I didn’t have sex with him.” I laugh lightly.
“How did you not know?”
“Do you really want to hear the story?”
“No, because I’m relieved, but obviously, there’s a reason you thought it happened.”
“I dated this guy, Kevin, for a while. One night, after drinks, we started fooling around. One thing led to another. I told you it wasn’t memorable because it was so quick. One minute he’s pushing into me, the next it’s over.”
“Was there any foreplay?” He glares at me sickly.
“Yeah, not really a lot for me, but I had him pretty primed.”
The look of sickness turns to humor, and he laughs out loud. “That fucker jizzed.”
“What?”
“Jizzed. He was so worked up, as soon as he touched you, he came. You must have had him more than primed, or either he doesn’t know how to fuck.”
“Gross.”
“Yeah, babe, but seeing you naked makes me question my stamina. That guy didn’t have a chance. What happened to him?”
“I broke it off soon after. I figured if sex was that bad, it wouldn’t get better.”
“You bro
ke up with a guy because he was a bad lay?”
“Well, he kinda got on my nerves, too. But being bad in bed is depressing. You know about the loser list so I’d already had some disturbing experiences.”
“Come here.” He rolls me all the way on top of him. His hands frame my face and hold me in place. “I have never in my life been so happy about someone’s misfortune. It’s been driving me crazy that another guy had you, but now I know it’s only me.”
My heart melts at the look on his face and the sincerity behind his words.
“Well, you’re lucky you’re not bad in bed. Otherwise, we may have a problem.”
“Not bad, huh?”
“Nope, pretty fucking dynamic, I’d say. How long do you have to wait to be dynamic again?”
His expression turns darker, and the color of his eyes deepen. “You’re going to be sore.”
“Well, I can be sore next week when you’re gone. It’s our first Valentine’s Day.”
His cock jumps and tightens against my stomach, and he grins.
“I love you, Bryce.” I grow serious and lean in to kiss him.