Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Thanks.” He forces a smile, his eyes pointed to the floor.
“Drake Donovan, the virgin,” I say, still in disbelief. “I honestly don’t believe it. So, why tell me, of all people? You don’t know me well enough to trust that I won’t open my mouth.”
“I meant what I said earlier, Taylor.” When his eyes meet mine, I can’t breathe. “I like you. I want to see you again.”
“I have a rule,” I tell him.
“What kind of rule? Please don’t tell me it’s like the ones Bex has?”
“I’m saving my virginity for someone I love. So, you either have to make me fall in love with you or be content with just messing around.”
“My friends don’t even know,” he confesses. “You’re the only person I’ve ever told. I don’t know why I did. But there must be a reason.”
“You should probably maintain your dirtball image with your friends, or they’ll think something’s up. And since we can’t be together, I think that’s for the best, don’t you?” He doesn’t react, so I keep going. “We can be friends with partial benefits, but definitely no sex.”
“And I can’t talk to you in public,” he growls. “Got it.”
“Hey,” I say, rubbing his thick bicep. His skin is so smooth I could massage him all day. “I didn’t mean it like that. I want to see you again, too. Knowing the truth only makes me feel more comfortable around you.”
“And now that you know?”
“It changes everything.”
At that, he smiles, a real one this time. “I want to kiss you again.”
I climb onto his lap, straddling him with my thighs. He’s so big, his body long and toned. Mounting him is a real challenge, my legs trembling as I hook them around his back.
“Kiss me,” I whisper against his lips. “As long as you keep it in your pants.”
Laughing, he brushes a strand of hair from my forehead and pushes it behind my ear. “You sure you don’t want to see it?” His tone sounds like he’s joking, but who knows with Drake.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I drag my tongue along his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth for me with a deep groan rising from the back of his throat. “At least until I’m ready. Now, shut up and kiss me.”
And Drake does just that… until I fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter 7
Drake
When I open my eyes, Taylor’s head is on my chest, a soft purr escaping from her lips. She looks so fucking beautiful when she sleeps. Last night was one of the best I’ve had in a long time. I never intended to tell her my secret, but I knew there was no way she would let me in if I didn’t give her something.
My walls come crashing down when I’m with Taylor. She has this way of being so blunt and crass that somehow I become more at ease with her. She’s the only person on the planet who knows I’m still a virgin.
My God, it was so embarrassing telling her the truth. But the sense of relief I now feel makes it all worth it. At least with one person, I can be myself. I doubt my friends and teammates will care, but still, they look at me like I’m a fucking sex god. Like I can have any girl on campus because of my cock. And I probably can.
I’ve had my share of women throw themselves at me over the years. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to lose my virginity, and yet here I am going into the last stretch of college and still can’t get out of my head long enough to pull the trigger.
In high school, when I had trouble with my game, my dad told me all about my abusive asshole of a grandfather. To this day, I’ve never met him because of how he treated my dad and aunt. I could talk to my dad. He would know how to snap me out of this mental prison I’ve trapped myself inside. But I’ve never wanted to talk to anyone about my issues—until I met Taylor.
She stirs in my arms, her lips slightly parted as she backs her ass into my morning wood. I’m rock hard, and with this position, it’s painful to be this close to her. I stare at her, swiping a strand of dark brown hair from her forehead. Her cheeks have a touch of pink to them, her skin a little warm as I brush the back of my hand against her cheek.
I really fucking like her, and that scares the shit out of me. She has balls on her, never backs down from a challenge, or even puts up with my shit. I love the fight in her. Every snarky comment from her mouth makes my cock so damn hard. But it’s not even our sexual attraction that has me so interested.