Page 126 of Endgame

Rourke grinned. “You make guys work for it?”

“Absolutely,” I replied with a smile. “I wasn’t going to let some hormonal teenage boy climb into my pants just because he paid me a slither of attention – I’m not my mother.”

“Are you a virgin, Six?” Rourke asked, surprising me with his bluntness. His eyes were heated and focused solely on my mine.

“Do I look like a virgin to you?” I shot back defensively, folding my arms across my chest.

I had nothing to be ashamed of. Being a virgin at my age should have been a heck of lot more common than it was, but admitting it to Rourke was not easy.

“I think that’s a question I’d be a fool to answer,” he shot back, tone gruff. “I’d rather you tell me then to make assumptions.”

I didn’t want to scare him off by telling him that I’d never had sex with another guy. I wasn’t a prude and knew all about the messy aftermath of a girl’s first-time.

What if he was grossed out by the blood and pain?

Would it be painful for him, too?

I knew it would hurt me.

Rourke had obviously been through this with Britt before.

What if he wasn’t interested in a virgin?

“I’ve done it before,” I blurted out, cheeks flushed, as I struggled to maintain my composure. “Loads of times.”

“Loads of times?”

“That’s right.”

Rourke stared at me for the longest moment with an expression I didn’t recognize before reaching out and catching ahold of my chin.

My heart stopped in my chest and I exhaled a shaky breath.

Was he mad?

He didn’t look mad.

He looked…strangely possessive.

Pulling my face to his, Rourke pressed a hard kiss to my lips before pulling back and saying, “Don’teverlie to me again.” With his heated blue eyes on mine, he continued to hold my chin with his hand. “You got it?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, feeling lightheaded and strangely buzzed. “I’ve got it.”

Rourke

I DROVE BACK TO the house with Six’s hand enveloped in mine. I had no fucking clue how we’d ended up like this, and I didn’t want to tempt fate by trying to figure it out. All I knew was Six wanted me, and I felt more contented than I had in weeks. Maybe I said too much tonight, let Six in a little bit too far, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t feel good to get it all off my chest.

I never really talked about what went down between me and Britt. I just brushed it under the rug and kept going, never stopping long enough to analyze what a fucking idiot I had been. It was embarrassing for me. It would be for any guy. I didn’t want a pity party. My girlfriend broke my heart. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

Six didn’t judge me or make me feel like a dumbass for sticking around. She was protective and angry and hurt on my behalf. I liked it. Having someone who cared. I had a feeling she did. Or maybe I just wanted to believe she did?

Christ, why had I waited so long for this?

Why the hell had I fought so hard to deny the connection between us?

I’d always known it was there; I had felt it the moment I laid my eyes on her at our parent’s wedding.

Six sat in the passenger seat of my truck, looking all cute and sexy in her school uniform, and it took every ounce of my self- control to keep my eyes on the road ahead of us and not on her bare thighs where her skirt rode up.

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