“I… I…”
Her voice cuts off as a moan escapes her, strangled like part of her is trying to hold it back. But she can’t, and soon her hips are bouncing up and down as the orgasm explodes out of her.
Her slit flutters around my finger, her hole going tight, pumping the sweet stickiness out of her. I keep licking her clit, even faster now, driven by the gasping moans filling the air.
When I feel her orgasm slow down, I slip my finger out of her and bring my mouth down to her hole. I lick and consume her, her tangy tastiness trickling over my tongue, into my mouth. She tastes fresh and young and ready, ready most of all.
Ready to give me a child. Ready to give us a child and a future.
I stand, staring down at her dress in disarray around her thick legs, her skin red from where I gripped her hard.
“I need you,” I growl, reaching down for my belt. “I need that hot tight hole. I need to fuck you until you can’t take anymore and you have no choice but to cream all over my dick.”
She looks up at me, her mouth falling open, something like terror flickering across her expression. No, not like terror.
“Something’s wrong,” I stop, letting my hand drop from my belt. “Lorelei, what is it?”
“I shouldn’t have let it go this far, not without telling you.”
She sits up, adjusting her dress, shaking her head as though at herself.
“Told me what?” I ask.
She directs her gaze to me as though it takes a big effort. “I’m sorry, Bennet.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” I snap, even as lava flows up and down my hard shaft, bellowing at me to take her, make her mine.
“But I can’t do… that. Not tonight.”
“Why?” I ask. My tone must come out more abrupt than I intend because she flinches and lets her head drop.
Kneeling down, I touch her chin, bringing her gaze up so we’re staring into each other’s eyes.
“Whatever it is,” I tell her, “we’ll face it together.”
She grips onto my hand, holding tightly. After a large sigh – as though gathering her resolve – she tells me.
“I’m a virgin, Bennet.”
And I know my world will never be the same again.
Chapter Fifteen
Rory
“Fuck,” Bennet snaps, jolting to his feet and pacing to the other end of the room.
My heart feels like it’s dropped into my belly, the weight of his words confirming my worst suspicions.
He doesn’t want me now that he knows the truth.
He wanted to bring me out here, share some food and some laughs, and then have sex in the cabin. He probably had it all planned out in his mind.
My revelations – my virginity – has ruined everything.
I pull the hem of my dress down, even more, to cover my legs, even as instinct tells me to do the exact opposite. The neediness inside commands me to tell him it doesn’t matter. We can still have sex, virginity or not.
But I know I can’t, not so suddenly, not without him knowing how nervous I’m going to be.
Bennet stands with his back to me, his suit pulled taut between his broad shoulders, the tension causing his corded arms to twitch.
“Are you just going to stare at the wall like a weirdo?”
My voice threatens to crack with a sob, as I imagine where the rest of the evening will take us.
Is he going to ask me to leave? Is he going to give me a ride home, at least?
It’s going to be so awkward, but it’s not like I have any other choice. We’re in the middle of nowhere.
“Bennet,” I say, hating the desperate plea in my voice. “Can you at least look at me?”
He turns slowly, his strong jaw tense. His lips are pitched into a deep frown as he stares at me, his eyes difficult to read.
“Are you mad at me?”
His narrowed eyes soften and he shakes his head. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at the world for making you Rick’s daughter.”
“I get that. But I meant about my virginity.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he says gruffly, pacing the room.
“I don’t understand.”
He drops onto the couch next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his embrace. I collapse gratefully against him, my heart giving a little flutter. Surely this must be a good sign, an indicator that he’s not done with me.
“I want to explain, but you’ll think I’m crazy,” he sighs.
“Try me”
He chuckles, causing my heart to lighten even more.
Laughter is another good sign. It has to be.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Bennet, I thought you were going to throw me out just now. I thought you were going to tell me I’d led you on… making you believe we were going to have wild sex and then cock blocked you at the last second.”