Tonight is turning out better than I had imagined. I hold my girl against me while watching the stars. A girl I’ve only known for a few days, but spoken to for hours. We’ve talked about her life, hopes, dreams and fears, and a few details about my own personal life. From the moment I saw her, I felt connected to her like I’ve never been connected to anyone else—except for my siblings. Her scent speaks to me, the touch of her skin heats my own—the kind of heat that sears my body, branding it.
My body wants her, yet I don’t want her to hurt. Fighting lust against reason for a few days is complicated but doable, because Pria is the only person who matters at the moment. We’ve fooled around, kissed, and touched in between confessions. Her soft lips fit perfectly with mine. Her sweet honey flavor sends me over the edge each time I taste her mouth.
The couple of times I’ve spoken to Matthew, he’s only recommended that I make it worth it for her. When I asked what he meant, he’d suggested I try oral first. That’s what I’m planning tonight—taking a first step. Perhaps in a month or two, she’ll let me take a few more, or we can go all the way.
“We should head to bed. It’s late,” I suggest, with so many questions attached, but none of them spoken at that moment. “It’s practically Thursday. We don’t have many days left and I want to be with you all the time.”
“Are we… You can stay with me tonight.” She closes her eyes briefly. “Only to sleep. I…on top of it all, Jacob, I’m a virgin. You know that, right?”
Yes, she’d told me. Grant McCoy had gotten to third base. He got so drunk during prom that her mother had to pick her up, which meant no sex that night. Of course, her mother erased him from the list of acquaintances. But instead of saying all that, I nod, kissing her tenderly.
“I know, just like you should remember I’m one too. We won’t do much tonight.” I rise and hold out a hand to help her. After fixing the roof’s stuff, I open the door to the staircase and close it behind us after we both go through. “As a matter of fact, the rule continues—nothing will happen unless you’re ready. There’s no obligation.”
She gives me a shy smile and links our fingers as we walk hand in hand. It doesn’t take us long to get ready for bed. As she brushes her hair, I pull the comforter from the bed and fix the blankets so she can jump in and undress; this time leaving on my boxers and T-shirt. The anticipation of having her lying next to me overwhelms me, and I work overtime to keep my dick down. We both climb on the bed and I pull the blankets on top of us after dimming the bedside lamp.
“I’ve never slept with anyone before,” she confesses in a silent whisper, and that cute flustered face appears. “In my house we barely hug. This is nice, sweet, surreal, and exciting all at the same time.” She laughs. A vibrant, full-of-life laugh that fills my heart with emotions I’ve never encountered before. “Please, shut me up before you want to throw me away. I sound cheesy and stupid.”
“No way, I’m keeping you forever.” By instinct I lightly push her on her back and climb on top of her. My cock loses the fight and throbs hard against her body. “Cheesy and romantic. We both can be that way, can’t we?”
My parents insist there’s nothing wrong with a vulnerable guy. Women and men love when their partners wear their feelings on the outside.
Pria nods, then whispers, “You’re special. Your eyes, they let me see your soul—everything within you.”
“Twinkle, I’m starting to believe you have a link to my soul. You own it.” The soft light brightens those gorgeous ebony eyes. “I’ll have to check you on your way out and make sure you don’t take it with you.”
“You’re so romantic. I like it—love it.” Love. I close my eyes and dig inside myself, wondering if we’re falling. I think I am. I think I did fall. Distracted by her hands reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, I disregard what my heart thinks and concentrate on her. Pria pulls off my shirt, only leaving a thin layer of clothing covering my pounding erection.
“Kiss me.” She glides her hands over my body.
“Pria, are you sure you want to fool around in bed?” She nods. “Lord, help me contain myself with this beauty,” I pray out loud, and she lets out a soft laugh.
I strip the T-shirt off her, leaving her with only a pair of white panties—nothing covering her chest. She’s the cutest, sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. The lingerie catalogs don’t match the sight of what I encounter before me. Her plumped breasts with dark nipples make my mouth water. Without hesitation, I lower my mouth to hers, and her hands increase their pressure against my skin as the speed of her caresses grows faster.
I move my lips from her mouth to her neck, nibbling every inch of it. My hand slides from the side of her thigh all the way up to her breast. I caress her sensitive nipple as I admire her face, her lustful eyes becoming hazy.
Make it good, I remind myself.
My mouth takes over her other breast, sucking her nipple with the same intensity that my fingers pull and pinch the other one.
“Flowers,” I murmur against her heated skin. “You taste like honey and flowers.”
She responds with a moan and thrusts her pelvis against my leg in desperate need. Following my instincts, I lower my mouth and my hands, trailing over her chest, her belly, and finally finding that delicious smell of her arousal.
Before slipping her out of the only barrier left between us, I slither a finger through the fabric to her clit, making her jolt.
I fight the want, the need to thrust inside her, to be loving her the way it feels so natural to do. I slip down her underwear and place my mouth between her thighs, licking her sweet nectar, wishing she feels what I am feeling. I dip one finger inside her as my tongue continues stroking her bud.
“Please!”
“Please what?”
“Not sure. I want this ache to be gone. I want you to make it better.” I insert a second finger inside her heat. “To love me.”
“This is all we get tonight,” I warn both of us. “I want your first time to be memorable. The best first time in the history of sex—one neither of us will ever forget.”
My dick hardens from the moans, screams, and mumbles she makes as my fingers thrust inside her and my mouth kisses her nub. Her inside walls begin to clench around my fingers, her body pressed against my hand, searching for relief. Those responses bring me the hope she’ll let me in before the weekend is over. Mine. I’ll have the most beautiful girl in the world, her heavenly body wrapped around me, while we both love each other.
“Jacob.” She screams my name, followed by a series of moans and groans while her body trembles. I press my mouth against her, riding her orgasm and sucking her sweet nectar. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter and I’d happily stay here all night if she let me.
“Please…hold me,” the sweet raspy voice begs.
My girl doesn’t have to ask twice. I hug her as tight as I can without hurting her, for as long as I can. Sharing all these firsts with her is perfection. I never had any idea what to anticipate my first time going down on a girl, but after today, I’m looking forward to doing it again and again—only with her. She’s that unique piece of the grand puzzle that fits just right.
“Jacob Christian?” I scrunch my nose. “It doesn’t rhyme. JC is such a cliché name. JT, TJ, BJ… I don’t like any of them.”
“Call me Jacob then.” We’re lounging in the pool of one of the school gyms, the only place we could swim on a cold and cloudy Thursday. “Unless you have any other suggestions—handsome hunk, the strongest man alive…”
“Jace?” I consider using part of his nickname, but with my own twist. “But you can’t let anyone else call you that name—it’s mine.”
“I’m yours. Isn’t that enough?” A blush heats my face. He says the most outrageous things to me. The bluntness is unfamiliar and it frazzles me each time I hear him say he’s mine, or that I belong to him. Those are, of course, the light on
es. When he says “I’m sporting a boner because of you,” my entire body flushes. “You know what I think, Twinkle?” I give him a skeptical glare. “I think you like when I talk dirty.” He winks.
“I don’t like it; you fluster me when you do.” Jacob narrows his eyes and smirks. “Can we not talk dirty? It’s as if you enjoy making me flush every two seconds.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Tell me something no one knows.”
“No one?” He nods. “Mae knows everything about me. I’m her eyes to the outside world…” I pause for a second and blurt out my thoughts. “Well, she doesn’t know that I resent her because she’s always hogged my parents’ attention. Even when I was little. She doesn’t know that I don’t want to study business, or be an accountant. I wish I could run away and meet new people, dance in the rain, play with mud, get a tattoo, skinny dip in the lake, and so many other things that would violate my mother’s rules.”
The smile disappears from his face, replaced by a frown. He angles his face to one side as his intense eyes look at me strangely. His unpredictability both frightens and excites me.
“We’ll leave the tattoo shop for Sunday night.” My breath hitches at the mere thought of him planning to take me to a parlor. This is a million times more overwhelming than him touching me the way he did last night. Mom would kill me for even thinking about getting a tattoo—or being touched by a boy. “Stop thinking about your mother, Twink.” He swims to where I stand, grabs my waist with both hands, and sits me on the edge of the pool. “Get ready, I have a plan for the next few days. It includes dirty water and dirty talk.”
“You’re not funny,” I whisper under my breath while heading to the locker rooms.
No, I won’t go to the tattoo parlor, nor will I tempt fate any longer. Fear washes over me as thoughts of what could happen if my mother catches me shoot through my mind. My breathing becomes erratic and the anxiety that appears every time that woman goes into frenzy mode spikes in the worst moment ever.
“Hey.” Jace comes from behind me, and his deep voice calms me with that one word. “As I keep saying, we won’t do anything you don’t want to. That includes skinny-dipping or that tattoo. I never intended to make you have an anxiety attack.”
“I…what if Mom finds out?”
“She won’t. I promise.” His soft lips land on mine. It’s only a peck, but it sends a sweet relief, making my entire body relax. The coolness is back. “Trust me, I’ve set fires and broken fences, and my two scary parents only sent Matthew and me to timeout when they caught us. I think I can handle your mother.”
His grin seals the deal. I’m going to follow his lead and find out what the fuss about living the way I want is all about.
Mae’s email only said, “Stay safe and call if you need me.” The dilemma swirling in my head counts as a need-my-sister kind of call. After the swimming pool chat I had with Jace, he took me to a secluded part of Lake Washington and we went skinny-dipping. It was hard for me to keep my hands away from his body. My tongue almost bled from biting it so many times since I wanted to ask him to touch me again as he had the night before in his bed. To make love to me. My body wanted to become one with his. But a lake wasn’t the place I wanted us to share our first time. After sharing that crazy swim together, I second-guessed my desire and talked myself out of it.
As we’re about to head to bed, I’m confused about what I want tonight.
“What’s going on, sis?” Mae says as she answers the phone. “We agreed you wouldn’t call me. Mom’s going to know we’ve been talking.”
“Is it too early to sleep with a guy?”
“Hmm, did you meet him today?” Maeve thinks I’m staying at the dorm and hanging out with my friends. I resisted telling her the truth, mostly because I’m not ready to fess up about everything. “Because if so, yes. But if you met him last Friday, I’d say go for it. There’re three things you have to ask yourself before you let him in, though: do you like him, is he nice, and will you regret doing it? If you doubt any of those answers, then no.”
“What about love?” She laughs. “It can’t be that easy. You have to love him, don’t you?”
“Yes, it is easy. You romanticize a lot of things. There’s no way you can be in love this soon, and sometimes love comes after a long relationship. Love is learning to live with the man who can’t put the lid down, and stares at the screen more times than he stares at his wife.”
“Our parents?” I almost slam the phone against the wall. They’re anything but an example of what love and a great marriage is all about. They only share a bed and responsibilities.
“Kind of a bad example of love, but yeah.” The sound of melancholy is knitted in her voice. Poor Maeve. She has always been caged in by Mom. “Love is when you accept everything and both know that…it takes more than two dates. Usually one falls while the other searches for better pastures. Live in the moment. Forget about feelings.”
“Mom will kill me if I have sex.”
“Mom won’t know. Do it because you really want to, not because you’re being forced to. Forget about our mother, please.”
“Love you, Mae,” I whisper.
I watch Jace from the corner of my eye while reading the same first sentence of the book I borrowed from his brother’s room. It’s a stormy night, but I can’t hear the sky thundering because they are in the middle of a music-writing session. The entire room is filled with black speakers that are positioned in all four corners, and there’s a big one close to the drums. They use the fourth room to store all their equipment—not that they use it often, as they have access to their father’s recording studio. However, tonight isn’t the right night to go out. Neither has much experience driving at night, and with the addition of rain, they don’t want to expose me or themselves to a bad situation.
Either way, I’m happy watching him in his element. Making his guitar screech. His calloused fingers strum the strings fast. The fingers of his right hand move at the same rapid speed over the fretboard, the ripples of his arms marked with every movement his hands make. I lower the book and drool as I stare at him. He and his brother are arranging a song for one of the bands that their father produces.
“Can we continue tomorrow?” Jace slaps his hand on the guitar; the strings stop the vibration and a big thumping sound comes out of the black amplifier that stands close to the microphone. “My girlfriend and I are heading to my room.”
What? He’s noticed me staring at him?
“Gag.” Matthew rolls his eyes. “Are you skipping tonight’s call?”
Jace ignores him and places his guitar on the stand. He approaches me, bending down. His strong hands encircle my waist, and he lifts me up from the floor.
“Jacob Christian?”
“Nah, I texted the princess earlier and promised to call her Monday.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Kendrick is playing in Austin and will stay around for the weekend, so she’s going to ignore us, anyway.”
I don’t ask who Kendrick is, and I assume the princess is their sister. With that last word, we march to his room and I suddenly have another rush of freezing liquids running through my veins.
“You want to talk?” He shuts the door and locks it. “One moment you’re serene and the next your back is a bunch of knots. That face goes from pleasant to frightened, and from desire to panic.”
My insides go all fuzzy. My skin tingles while a warmth runs over it. I’m breathless; he read me. “How do you know?”
“I’ve learned how to read you. If only you could understand that you mean more to me than words can speak, more than the notes in my guitar can express, and more than what the sun is to Earth,” he replies with that confidence he carries as a second skin. “Twinkle, one look was plenty to know that I liked you, a day is all it took to learn that I wanted to know more. Now I am sure about us. That I’m falling for you. We have f
our nights left. Please, erase everything from your mind and live within the minute as if it’s the last we’ll be together.”
I reach out. He takes my hand and pulls me to him. “This is the first time, it’s important. You mean so much too, but I fear that when I leave, we—”
“Shhh.” He places a finger on top of my lips. “Let’s make this perfect. The best first time in the history of the world.”
His lips meet mine. A fire ignites my entire body and the sweet warmth that is usually produced is now a blazing inferno. His hands start moving, gliding up and down my body until they find each other on my lower back. He urges me closer to him. Not even air can pass between our bodies.
“Be mine, my beautiful Twinkle.” He breaks the kiss, his lips run along my jawline, and murmurs into my ear. Taking micro steps, he pushes me all the way to the edge of the bed and stops. “Unless you think you’ll regret it.”
Maeve’s three questions come to me. The answers are simple: I do like him, he is nice, and I won’t regret it. I trust him.
“I think I’m falling for you too, Jace.” His breath-catching sound speeds the beat of my heart. Those blue eyes I’ve learned to read illuminate as they dance for me. “I wouldn’t regret you.”
Jacob pulls up the hem of his shirt, peels it off, and tosses it on the floor. He follows the same steps with mine. A smirk appears on his face as his eyes stare at my naked torso, clad only in my bra. He lowers his head and his lips touch my shoulder, spreading small kisses along my collarbone, my neck, all the way to the other shoulder.
I help unbuckle his jeans, as he unfastens my capri pants. My clumsy hands fight against the zipper and when I win, I slide them down. I’ve seen him in only his boxers, but right now, it’s different.
“That’s an intense look, Twinkle.” He stares at me, placing one hand behind my back, the other encircling my waist, and lowers me down to the bed. “Let’s hope those Internet videos taught me something.”
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