Bad Boy Saint (Bad Boy 1)

She frowned. "But I would probably be a lot better at it if I had more experience, right? Wouldn't you prefer someone who knew what they were doing?"

I shook my head. "I enjoyed being the one. Your body is delicious, and I loved it when you came on my cock."

She wriggled underneath me. "I loved it when I came on your cock too. If it wasn't so late, I'd want to do it again. But I should get back to the dorm. I need my sleep."

I smiled at that. "A girl after my own heart. You could stay here if you want, but I understand. I'd love to do it again if you could stay. I'm in town for another week so maybe, if you want, we could get together again before I go. We could see how many times we could make you come."

She kissed me, her eyes twinkling. "I'm at your disposal. Besides, I need the practice."

"Need the practice…" I said with a grin. "What night works best for you?"

"Any night except Wednesday, because I have an astronomy lab."

"I'll text you. We have some time."

"Seriously, you could do me every night if they're like tonight."

I laughed. "I could do you, could I?" I bent down and kissed her deeply, glad that she was so relaxed and eager to be with me again.

We pulled apart finally, and I helped her off the bed. Beneath her on the sheet was a single smear of blood.

"I should keep this," she said with a grin, pointing to it, "and give it to Spencer as proof that I was a virgin on my wedding night."

"Look, by the time you get married, Spencer will have no power over you. Your husband will be glad he married you no matter whether you were a virgin or experienced. Only a small-minded religious zealot would expect a woman in her twenties to be a virgin."

"I hope so," she said. "I might give it to Spencer as a gift anyway, no matter who I marry. Shove it in his face."

"He's such a bastard." I shook my head, still angry that he’d had the nerve to hit Celia across the face. "I'm sorry you’ve had him as a stepfather all this time."

"I'm a free woman now," she said and raised her hands over her head, smiling. "He can't touch me." She shrugged and I hoped she was right. Spencer was pretty big in Boston. He seemed like the kind of man who would hold a grudge and try to get revenge. If he hurt his stepdaughter—slapping her across the face at her age—he'd do worse. I knew it.

"Try to stay under his radar even so," I said. "He's powerful."

"He's a sonofabitch." She got up and dressed, pulling on her underwear and other clothes.

I was sad to see her delicious body covered up. I usually didn't like it when women stayed the night, and encouraged them to go home early with some excuse or other, but I would have made an exception for Celia so we could fuck again. I would have loved to see her wake up to my mouth on her pussy.

We left the apartment and went to my car. While I drove her back to Cambridge, we talked about our lives, my time at boot camp and her classes. When we finally drove up to her dorm, I wished we weren't saying goodbye. Although she seemed pleased with the night, you never knew what people were really thinking. Would I see her again before I left? Did she want to hook up again or was she just being nice?

I knew I wanted to see her again. She was a delightful partner despite her innocence and inexperience. I hadn’t realized how much I would enjoy being her first lover, and part of me wanted to be her only one. I would have time off now and then, and I intended to return to Boston to visit my father and brothers. Maybe I could see her as well, although I doubted anything more could develop.

She'd meet someone at Harvard and that would be that.

I had to settle for being her first.

"Here we are," I said, turning to her after parking on the street outside her dorm. "Thanks for a great time."

"It was great," she said and smiled at me, her expression a bit wistful.

"I hope you enjoyed it."

"I did," she said softly. She bit her lip. "From the time I first saw you when I was nine. I didn’t know about sex at the time, but I knew about kissing. I wanted to kiss you. Later, I wanted you to be the first."

I leaned over and kissed her, surprised she had felt that way. "I never knew."

"You were too old. You didn't look at me that way but you were my crush."

I smiled, amused that she’d had a schoolgirl crush on me. "You let me know when you're free. I'll be right over. We can go out for supper, we can go to my apartment, your place. Whatever you want."