Be My First: A Billionaire and Virgin Romance

by Lauren Wood

  “I am here,” he said awkwardly. “I did this thing yesterday, and I thought you might get in touch with me. And when you didn’t, I thought you might be mad at me. So I came over so you could yell at me.”

  “You came over so I could yell at you?” she repeated stupidly. She was getting lost in those blue eyes.

  “Yes. Are you going to yell at me?”

  “What?” She shook her head as she tried to regain her composure. “No. I’m not going to yell at you. I just got the article. Literally. I tend to avoid everything these days. Lizzie brought it over.”

  “Thanks for the exposure,” Lizzie called from inside the apartment.

  His shoulders straightened, and he smiled. “Well, you don’t want to yell at me. So what do you want to do?” he murmured.

  “Did you mean it? What you said? Or were you just trying to be nice?”

  “I meant every word.”

  Gemma took a deep breath. “I felt something that night, Charlie. And I’d like to see where it goes. But I don’t think it’s going to be easy. We both attract way too much attention.”

  “I don’t need it to be easy, Gemma,” he said softly. “I just need you to be on board with me.”

  “I’m on board,” she said as she smiled. She thought her heart would burst from excitement. He bent down to kiss her, and it felt right. As she wrapped her arms around him, she knew that this was only the beginning. They could forge something truly beautiful together.

  She’d started the week broke, depressed, and in the arms of the most notorious rake in the city. And now she was about to give him her heart, and she knew that she’d never look back.

  THE END

  HEARTLESS CHAMP

  Chapter 1

  “This can’t be happening…not again. I can’t believe that I have fallen for the same god damn line from a different man. He seemed so sincere, but in the end he was just like all the rest. I just wish that I had some kind of instinct or someone whispering into my ear that what I’m doing is wrong. Sheridan is a name that I curse.” Tamara Billings had always believed that she was strong and independent, but this guy had gotten underneath her skin. She wasn’t necessarily attracted to white boys, but this one seemed to stand out from the rest.

  “I’ve been trying to warn you from the moment that you started to date him that his interest was mostly physical. Guys will do practically anything and say anything to get someone into bed. It’s the ones that are confident that think that they have some sort of license in seduction that ruins it for those good ones that sit at home watching television on a Saturday night. You need to dust yourself off and be ready for a real romance and not some playboy.” Shana was that unassuming five foot nothing young lady of 20 years old. She had a compact and petite body that made it easy for her to slip in and out of the shadows without being noticed. She hid her natural beauty with a pair of glasses that made her look like she was a little too intellectual for her own good. “I’ve been trying for the last year to get her to see that some guys are just not worth it. They claim to be one thing and then they shed that layer of skin for someone that is ready to show their true intentions. I had a few disastrous relationships, but thankfully I was able to see past my mistake and learn from it.”

  “I know that you’re a little bit more selective in who you go out with. I’ve seen you in action. I had to literally shake my head that you were able to push aside Nicholas. You can’t say that he’s not easy on the eyes.” Tamara was that ballsy young woman with a bit of experience on what it took to attract a man. She was in the same human behavioral class as Shana, but those lessons had never stuck the way that they did for Shana. “I think I put myself out there too much and maybe it’s time that I take a step back for a moment. I can’t say that the sex wasn’t good with Sheridan, but he seemed to be there and not there at the same time. I can’t really explain and you’d have to be there to know what I’m talking about.” Tamara had frizzy black hair and the kind of complex that was made for a man’s pleasure. She’d even dabbled with a couple of girls and had her eyes set on Shana knowing full well that Shana was never going to drop her defenses long enough to let her in.

  “You have everything going for you and yet you still insist on going after the guy that gives you the most attention. That has always been a mistake and one that we never seem to consider after everything is said and done.” They were in their dorm room getting ready for finals and were barely wearing much of anything. “You’re this fantastic black goddess and you don’t need to be treated like that. What you have done is mistaken their attention for actual interest in what you have to say. I know all about Sheridan and it sickens me that he’s able play the cute card.” “I see her sitting there in her blue panties and I have to admit that there’s a reason why guys gravitate towards her. Those breasts are magnificent mountains and ones that men everywhere would crawl over broken glass to even touch them. It was like she was carrying a beacon to draw them to her and they were all natural like my own. I don’t have balloons on my chest and I often wonder why she wouldn’t want to have them reduced in size. I was happy with the mouthful that would be considered by most grapefruits.”

  Shana had learned from her mother what not to do in a relationship. Her mother was not exactly the one man kind of woman and that was never more obvious than when she came home in the middle of the day to see her fucking the neighbor kid next door. She watched spellbound as that young Adonis with the ass that just wouldn’t quit was pounding her over the washing machine. The vibrations were causing an extra stimulant that wasn’t there in the bedroom.

  “I sometimes wish that I could be more like you. Everything that we go through in life makes us either stronger or weaker for it. I will not give Sheridan or any man the satisfaction of wallowing in self pity or digging a spoon into the last of the ice cream in the freezer. I will stand strong and I will forsake any man that even steps up to me. The next one is going to get a verbal tongue lashing like he’s never going to forget. That guy will go away from that experience knowing that a woman is more than just the sum of her body parts.” Tamara sat down with her headphones on in the Lotus position.

  “There are some good ones and what we forget is that these guys that make a play for us are not serious about anything more than a one night stand. We judge their gender by that one. I’m not saying that the package isn’t pretty, but sometimes opening up that package is only going to cause more harm than good.” “If I can teach her the basic art of selective thinking then maybe she will stand a chance with her heart opened once more. I call it selective thinking, because it’s all about perception and reading between the lines instead of just judging a man by the cover. The classes that I have been taking to be a criminal psychologist have been an eye opening experience. I’ve learned so much and now I know that most guys can’t be trusted as far as they can be thrown.” Shana had on a pair of virginal white panties, but they were not the kind that grandma wore. These were a frilly pair that was comfortable and made her feel sexy.

  Tamara kept looking from time to time to see her move in a certain way. She had this hunger for just the briefest taste of her sweetest delights. She would never act on those feelings and their friendship meant more than those awkward silences after the deed was done. Perhaps, if they didn’t live together that wouldn’t be an issue. She considered their friendship to be above reproach.

  “I know that your family was not exactly all that it was cracked up to be. Your father was pretty much pussy whipped and your mother knew that she could do practically anything behind his back and he wouldn’t do anything about it. He felt like he was the luckiest man on earth. It’s not nice when one of your parents don’t exactly measure up to the hero worship that you had when you were little. I will say that it’s about time that your father got his head out of his ass. The divorce isn’t even final and by your own admission, he has taken to a 40 year midlife crisis.” Tamara’s own father was a deadbeat washed out musician that died in a gutter w
ith a needle in his arm. Her mother was in jail and how she was reasonably sane was still a mystery.

  Shana was breezing through the material in the text book. She had found that with a subject that she was truly passionate about that it wasn’t like she was working all that hard to get good grades. The subject matter of human behavior had become a growing obsession. This was a mandatory class and one that she was happy to jump out of bed early in the morning to attend. She wasn’t much for waking at the crack of dawn, but this class was worth the sacrifice.

  “I don’t know about you, but I think that this exam is going to be a cakewalk for me. I know this stuff inside and out. When I’m not learning in class, I’m taking to the Internet to go that extra step. I want to know how a person’s mind comes up with the most insane ideas. I want to know what a serial killer is thinking and why they feel compelled to continue going down that dangerous road.” “I would love one guy that was truly on the level, but they are a rare breed. They hide in plain sight and rarely venture that far off the sidewalk because they have fear of rejection. I probably wouldn’t make a good man. I would be too afraid to ask a girl out and thankfully that position went to the opposite sex.”

  Tamara really couldn’t concentrate not with the way that Shana was parading her body around the room like a storm onto herself. She could never sit still. To get a brief glimpse of her flesh and the way that those white panties had snuck up to wedge into the crack of her ass and cleft of her pussy was causing her to want to turn out the lights and let her fingers bring about the satisfaction that she couldn’t get any other way. She had decided that men were now off limits and that Sheridan had turned her into a lesbian. It was only going to be an experimental part of her learning process in university. North Carolina had the kind of atmosphere that brought out the crazies during a full moon. They actually heard howling from on top of the roof by those that were adventurous enough to join what was considered the wolf club.

  “I think that it goes without saying that the wolf club members cannot be trusted. It’s too bad that some of those guys get caught up in being accepted. Their behavior is modified by the acceptance of their peers. Everybody wants to be a part of something. It’s natural, but it doesn’t mean that it’s right.” “I can’t say that I don’t like sex, but it’s the kind of sex that makes the most difference. I’ve had lovers that lasted a mere minute that were better than those that went the distance for hours on end. There has to be that one out there somewhere that can combine stamina and the kind of knowledge that would have me seeing stars.” Shana continued her studies looking from time to time to see Tamara with your feet up in the air and spread in an obscene way. She had a curiosity and Tamara’s nipples were not exactly regulation. They were these huge awe inspiring peaks. It wasn’t like she was opposed to trying something like that, but it had to be at the right time in the right place.

  “I find your fascination with human behavior to be a little off putting. I appreciate that you have found something that you are passionate about, but don’t you think that you are taking away from the game. You’re breaking the rules. Guys will not have a chance to give you what you truly need. You’ll always be picking them apart and every word that they say will have to be analyzed by that analytical mind of yours.” Tamara liked how Shana unashamedly walked around almost naked. She enjoyed her company and having her as a sounding board gave her a way to unload without having the need to scream.

  “I can see it from your point of view. I’m sure some guys have what you consider game. What I see is little boys trying to be men. They think that if they say the right thing and make their bodies into temples that we as girls will flock to them. They would love for that commercial to be true where they spray their body and women can’t help themselves but to become their sexual slaves.” “I may have an unfair advantage, but I need that knowledge to stop myself from making the worst mistake of my life. I’ve seen friends lose themselves to a relationship only to have their world fall apart around them when that guy decides that it was time to cast his line for another one in the sea. I can see through the crap. It’s not easy to find that one that wants to know me inside and out.”

  “If you don’t let someone in, then how do you suppose you’re going to fare when you’re alone in an apartment with several cats. I don’t want that for you and the best way to avoid that is to get out and mingle. Do something to shake things up and don’t become so complacent that you have only your eyes on your studies. Some guys are worth the extra effort, although they won’t find that with me anymore. I’ve decided to jump onto the other side of the fence. There’s been a girl that has been after me for some time and I believe that I’m going to slow down long enough for her to catch me. It should be interesting when we are walking across campus together holding hands making all the other guys eat their heart out.” Tamara was watching for any sign that Shana might be jealous. She saw nothing to confirm that their relationship was anything more than platonic.

  “Life has always been about changes and nothing stays the same. I do admit that it might be a good idea to take the chance. You only live once and if you don’t make the most of it, then you are letting them get away with putting you in a certain box.” Shana wanted that moment of electricity in the air. To feel connected to a man who wasn’t after only one thing. It wasn’t easy, but maybe patience was indeed a virtue.

  Chapter 2

  Sheridan was standing with some of his brothers still wearing the uniform and now howling at the moon. He was the leader of the Wolf pack and the hunt was always more delicious when the woman was more of a challenge. The guys would talk about how they were able to seduce their women, but Sheridan never felt that he had to do anything more than look at a woman a certain way.

  “You have been remarkably silent. If you have something on your mind then why not tell your brothers. You haven’t been yourself in a long time. I’ve seen you with one girl after another and they always leave slightly stunned and looking like you not only rocked their world, but destroyed it at the same time.” Drew Jones was Sheridan’s wingman and they had played a certain game with the ladies that made it easier to get them in a more willing mood. “That blonde buxom bitch last night was all over me from the moment that I got her back to her doom. When I was finished with her, I was about to leave and then her roommate turned out to be even better than she was.” Drew was the token black guy in a group of primarily white men. He had learned a lot under the tutelage of all of these men combined. Their continued success came from sharing with one another certain aspects that they could use in what they called ‘the hunt’.

  Sheridan was that blond Adonis that was not exactly a ladies’ man back in school. It was in his last year of high school that the coach took an instant liking to him. He molded him into the perfect specimen of muscles and stamina. He became a sponge for the sport of Football. Even though it was unheard of, he became something of a rising star. Once he got a taste for working out, it became his idea of religious worship.

  “I don’t know if you would understand this or not, but don’t you think that it’s sometimes a little bit too easy? I know that most of you have to pull out all the stops, but I don’t. I have a different woman every night. The one that you see over there texting on her phone is a girl that I just met. I have no idea what her name is, but I do know that she can suck a mean cock. I didn’t finish, because I had to be here with you, but I think that I might just have to leave you all to fend for yourselves.” He didn’t necessarily feel sorry for himself, but he did feel that he was going through the motions. The sly grin and a cock of his head was mostly all the game that he had to show to get a girl to walk towards him with more than just interest in her eyes.

  “The coach has been riding us pretty hard lately and the big game is very important to him. I think that you just have one in the chamber and that you need satisfaction. We can take care of things from here and it looks like you have better things to do.” Drew had always been a little jea
lous of Sheridan’s easy success with the ladies. They had to work a little bit harder. Sheridan could pretty much snap his fingers and have any woman. There was one that was considered the ultimate prize, but nobody was willing to take the risk of having their manhood called into question. “What you need is someone that is going to bring out the best in you. This may not be a popular suggestion, but maybe you should consider…Shana.” At the mention of her name, the boys stopped talking and crowded around to see why her name had been brought up in the first place.

  “I’ll have to give that some thought. The last guy to try to get with her came back less than a man. His confidence was shaken and we literally had to coax him back into the dating world. He left about five months after that saying that he needed some space. That girl needs to be taken down a peg and maybe I am just the guy to do it. I have been thinking about her. I see her walking around and I know that look in her eyes. She wants a real man and not some boy pretending to be one. I’ve actually come up with an interesting idea to get close to her and I just need to find the right time to approach her. That can wait. Right now I need to rid myself of these cobwebs to really be able to think straight. That sexy thing over there with the tight black skirt and nothing on underneath is my best shot of making that happen.” There was a medley of arm punching. Sheridan went back over and stood behind this redheaded woman. She only had one thing on her mind.

  Amber knew the score and was pretty much considered someone that had a voracious appetite for sex. She didn’t care what they looked like and as long as they had the kind of body and the equipment between their legs then she was game.

  “We have stayed long enough to make an appearance. I really didn’t want to come up here, but I am the quarterback and it would seem out of place that I didn’t show up. I have to say that it was very hard to pull myself away from those lips. I know that you were determined to make me lose my nut by going down on me in that darkened theatre. That was fucking hot. I know that I have no right to ask, but do you suppose that you could do me the honor of finishing what you started. The boys would get a bit of a thrill seeing how a real woman handles a man’s needs. I don’t think that you are shy.” He saw that she had stopped typing long enough to lean back and let him manhandle her quite enormous assets.