Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Ready,” I tell her, taking a step back as she inches closer because I can tell she’s heading to the bed.
I watch as she bends a little to pull back the blankets, and I’m close to getting lost in the way her robe rides up her ass a few more inches. Shadows cast by the overhead light make it impossible to view more of her body. I both love and hate the mystery of it.
“You can use that,” she says, pointing to something on the bedside table, but my attention is a hundred percent on the towel she has laid out under the bed cover.
She prepared her room for this. I don’t know if that’s commendable or what. Adalynn is so goal-oriented that it shouldn’t surprise me. She gets laser-focused when she’s on a mission, and usually there’s very little that can deter her. It’s one of the main reasons I offered to do his. If she set her mind to having a baby, then she’d have one whether I was involved or not.
“Huh?” I say stupidly, watching her climb into the bed without pulling her robe off.
“The Pre-Seed.”
“Pre-what?”
“It’s lubrication approved for fertility.”
“It makes you more fertile?” I ask, looking at the blue-and-white package with disgust.
“It’s pH balanced so it won’t interfere with your umm… sperm.”
“It’s required?” I ask, still feeling stupid.
“Since there won’t be any umm, you know… foreplay… I won’t be umm… you’ll need to use it.”
I blink at her because she has to be speaking a different language right now.
No foreplay?
I know she didn’t want kissing or excessive touching, but I thought for sure she’d either change her mind or I would at least be able to get my mouth on other parts of her body.
She’s drawing a line in the sand, making more rules without calling them rules.
I should probably be ashamed that my cock hasn’t flagged at all with her declaration, but my body and my head aren’t always on the same track.
“Are you nervous?”
“No,” she says, a little too fast to make her answer believable as she lies down in the bed and pulls the covers up to her chin.
She still can’t look at me, but I know there’s a good chance that running my hand down my cock might not be received the way I’d like it to be. And then, it hits me like a ton of bricks.
“Adalynn,” I snap, but she doesn’t look over at me until I kneel beside the bed, my lower half out of sight. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Her eyes widen as she sits bolt upright in the bed, her eyes narrowing on me.
I’m a weak man because when my eyes catch a quick glimpse of skin, I drop my gaze to it.
“Jesus,” I whisper, catching just the very edge of her dark pink nipple as her robe opens.
“Are you having second thoughts?” she demands, her hands working to close her robe as if she feels like she has to shore herself up against me.
“I don’t think this is how this should happen,” I manage after swallowing several times.
“This?” she says, her voice a little weaker than before. “What do you mean this?”
“I think you’ll regret losing your virginity this way.”
I give her a sad smile, wanting to reach out to her and place a calming hand on her arm, but I’m naked and she’s naked under that robe. I swear skin-to-skin contact right now would have me backpedaling so fast I’d trip and crack my head open.
“Virginity?” Her nose twitches right before a cackle escapes her perfect lips. “You think I’m a virgin?”
“You’re not?”
“Cash, I’m almost twenty-nine. I lost my virginity in high school.”
Something akin to a white-hot poker needles through my chest.
“With who?” I growl.
There wasn’t a guy who was worthy of her at the high school. I knew every single one of those little shits. Not to mention, they were all warned to stay the fuck away from her, not only by me but also her twin brothers.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, her fist clenching her robe even tighter. “Are we doing this or not?”
It’s rare that Adalynn gets defensive, but I know when she does, she’s close to giving up.
“Yeah, Ads. We’re doing this,” I say against my better judgment.
We’re supposed to stay friends. We’re supposed to go back to normal after this is said and done, but I don’t know how that’s possible.
“Can you hand me the remote?” she asks, pointing to the bedside table.
I oblige, grabbing that stupid bottle of lube as well.
Just as I get the bottle open, pulling the seal off, and the top screwed back on, she presses a button that casts the room in darkness, leaving only hints of light in the room from her en suite.
I want to complain because I can’t see shit, but I have to remind myself that this is for her, not me. Despite the way I feel and the tightness in my chest, it hasn’t made my dick flag at all. I know there should be some shame in that, but I can’t seem to feel any of it right now.