Page 99 of Easy Out

I didn’t think it would be possible to have another. Not for my first time. I meet Hart thrust for thrust chasing after what I want.

“Mí cariño. Mí amor,” he whispers into my ear. His words don’t get lost in translation. They send me over the edge, spiraling into blissful ecstasy.

Even if I didn’t know what they meant, I feel it. I’m his love.

“Mierda.” Hart continues to curse as he grunts out his release. I feel him pulsing inside of me and I wish there wasn’t a condom there so I can feel all of him. “Are you okay?” He brushes my hair off my forehead. “Did it feel good for you?” Oh, this sweet, sweet man.

“Yes, that was incredible. You’re amazing. I loved every second of it. I didn’t know what to expect but you made it something I won’t ever forget. Thank you.” Hart drops his head to mine.

“If you do forget, we’ll do it again. I’ll remind you how good it feels when I’m inside you.” Hart rolls his hips to prove his point. Unfortunately, he pulls out instead of continuing. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

I giggle when Hart opens the door and runs across the hall to the bathroom naked. I scoot around on the bed until I’m underneath the covers. All I need is for one of the guys to come up here and see me sprawled out in my birthday suit.

Hart comes back with a washcloth in his hand. He pulls the blankets off me and wipes between my legs. His actions appear confident, but the flush of his cheeks and the nibble of his lip makes me think he’s not sure if he’s doing the right thing. “Thank you. That was thoughtful of you.”

Turning towards the closet, Hart releases a sigh of relief. He throws the washcloth in his hamper. Then digs in his dresser for underwear and a t-shirt.

“I guess I should get dressed too. It would probably weird if I’m the only one naked.” I stand up and start making a pile of my discarded clothing. “Or maybe I should leave. He may not even want me to stay. He did ask me to stay earlier.” I ramble away in my head.

I snag my underwear from the top of the pile and bend over sliding them back on. I straighten, pulling my underwear up as I go. As soon as I’m upright Hart slams a shirt over my head. One at a time he pulls my arms through the holes. “I said all of that out loud didn’t I?” Hart nods.

“Go the bathroom. Brush your teeth. Then come back to bed. I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight. I want.” Hart stops and swallows hard. “I need you with me tonight, cariño.” I kiss Hart on his chest and tiptoe across the hall.

A laugh escapes me, when I see myself in the mirror. My dark eye make-up is smeared across my face, my red lipstick has been kissed completely off my lips, and my hair… I know what they mean now by freshly fucked.

I gather my hair and tie it into a messy bun. It won’t last long, but at least it’s out of my way while I wash my face and brush my teeth. After peeing and washing my hands, I take one more look in the mirror.

My virginity is gone just like that. I’m not sure what I expected to feel, but happy, cared for, loved wasn’t it. You hear so many horror stories about it being bad or awkward. Or the guy not really giving a shit and sending you on your way. I let out a sigh of gratitude that this wasn’t my experience.

Hart is lying in bed with his arms behind his head. His bare chest is a masterpiece. I close and lock the door behind me. Then leisurely make my way to the empty side of the bed.

“Are you sleepy?” I snuggle into my pillow. It smells like Hart. He opens one eye and watches me sniff his pillow like a weirdo.

“I’m satisfied. Temporarily,” he adds with a smirk. Hart rolls onto his side and pulls me closer to him. I want to protest as I lose hold of the pillow I’m inhaling.

Then I realize I can get my fix straight from the source. I bury my face in the hollow of his neck.

“You probably wished you did that years ago,” I joke.

Hart shakes his head. “No. It would have been meaningless and not worth the time. This. You and me.” Hart stares at me searching for the right words. “Lauren, you were always supposed to be here with me. I felt it from the beginning and everything tonight...” He clears his throat. “Everything tonight confirms I was right.”

“I’m glad you feel that way because personally, I really like being by your side. I also liked being under you and I’m pretty sure I would like being on top of you too.”

“Mierda." Hart buries himself in my chest. “You’re perfect. I can’t wait to have you again, cariño. To taste you. To feel you clench around me." God, I want that too. Hart captures my mouth with his.

We kiss like teenagers. Maybe we’re making up for lost time. Hart stops before things can escalate. “I don’t want you to be sore.” I want to pout but he’s probably right. “Tomorrow. Let me hold you and we can talk.”

Hiking a leg over Hart, I snuggle him as close as I can without star fishing on top of him. Although, that is very tempting. I bet he wouldn’t even notice.

“What do you want to talk about?”

He quietly runs his fingers over my thigh and another down my back. “Have you ever thought about finding your dad?” I flinch. His question catches me off guard.

“Have you?” He shakes his head, knocking a curl loose. I push it back out of his eyes.

“I have Stephen. My father is long gone.”

“I haven’t thought about finding him. Not since my mom died.”

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