Page 15 of On Broken Wings

“You want to. I know you do,” he teased.

“Can we just dance a little?” I glanced up at him, and he nodded. I think he figured out that he needed to back off. He’d pushed enough, and if he kept it up, I was gonna bolt because that’s exactly how I felt. I didn’t need him adding to the battle that was waging in my head. I already had enough voices in there telling me to give in. Nate just didn’t know it yet.

Chapter 6

Jenni

Nate and I spent the next several songs on the dance floor. I was impressed; his friends had harassed him more than once to come back over to their little gathering. I honestly didn’t know what the appeal to that would be. I mean, we came to a dance. What was the point in being here if it wasn’t to dance?

“Are you having a good time?” he murmured next to my ear. He’d been leaning into me for a while now, and I’d thought he was going to kiss me again.

“Mmm hmm.” I nodded as I glanced up at him. His eyes were dark, and I could just make out his features on the darkened dance floor. “Thanks for making me come.”

“It wasn’t hard. You wanted to; I just gave you the push you needed.” He chuckled as one hand began to move up and down my back. “Are you sure you don’t want to get out here?” His nose skimmed along my jaw.

“Nate.” I sighed as my fingers played with the hair at his nape. “I told you…” My words trailed off as I saw them in the corner. It was like a punch in the gut. Darrin and Michelle were locked in an embrace. His eyes met mine, and a smirk slipped into place as she palmed his crotch. I reacted; I couldn’t help it. I felt anger roll through me as my feet stumbled.

“What’s wrong?” Nate glanced in the direction I was looking.

“I hate him.” I gritted the words out. Michelle was sucking on his neck, and his hand had disappeared up the skirt of her dress. He lifted his chin to Nate before whispering something to Michelle. She broke away from his neck, and nodded. I stood there, stunned, as I watched them exit the gym.

“She won’t enjoy it.” Nate laughed. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing, and he won’t last. If you’re wanting a memorable night, then you need to choose the right partner; someone who knows what they’re doing.” His head shook lightly before he smiled down at me.

“Someone like you?” I swallowed against the nerves.

“That would be better than him.” He scoffed like I should know better.

I don’t know why I did it. I look back now and think I must have been an idiot. Why would I let Darrin influence something that I’d been so adamant about for years? Why would I give something away that had always meant so much to me? Why did I let Nate Carter have something that was never meant for him? “Let’s go.” I stepped back before linking my hand with his.

“Go where?” Nate’s eyes went from me to his friends. I saw them smile. I saw them nod. I saw some of them fist pump the air. I saw it all, but I ignored it.

“To that room you booked.” I swallowed before lifting my chin and staring into his eyes. “I changed my mind.”

“Done.” Nate started striding to the door that led to the parking lot, practically dragging me behind him.

When we stepped outside the gym the evening air wrapped around me, causing me to shiver. It wasn’t cold, but cool. It was fall, and I was in a strapless dress. “I don’t have the room key anymore.” Nate glanced over his shoulder. “I gave it to friends since you said you didn’t want it.” He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to briskly walk through the lot of cars.

“Oh,” I uttered. “We don’t have to, then.”

“We are.” Nate weaved around a few more cars before an Explorer came into view. “I have a big backseat.” His brows bounced when he looked back at me again.

“Nate, really.” I pulled gently against his grip, but he wasn’t having it.

“You need to trust me, and enjoy this. I’m in pretty high demand right now.” We stopped at the back door of the SUV, and before I could react, he pushed me against it and crashed his mouth into mine.

My body went from ridged to lax as his hands rubbed up my sides. I was nervous, but trying to match his intensity. I didn’t want to be a disappointment, but I also didn’t know what I was doing either. “Nate, slow down,” I begged as he reached behind me and opened the door.

“Shhh.” As the tailgate lifted, he picked me up and climbed up with me into the back.

“Nate, really. Slow down.” I sounded panicked, but I never told him no. Was it supposed to be like this? Was I supposed to be this nervous? I told myself it was nothing. Everyone had these same fears their first time. It wouldn’t be as bad as I was imagining it. I just needed to get through it. Next time would be better.

As I scampered back with my hands and feet, Nate dug a condom out of his wallet. I watched, wide-eyed, as he released himself from his pants, and rolled it on. He didn’t even remove his clothes. It was as if he was in a race, and it didn’t matter as long as he got what he wanted. I thought sex was supposed to be about feelings, about rubbing my hands over his chiseled chest, about feeling secure, but I was wrong. This was all about Nate.

“Smile, Jen. You’re about to fuck a football player.” He shoved at the frothy material of my dress until his fingers ran along my panties. In one yank, he had them off, and was hovering over me.

“I don’t think I can do this.” My voice shook as I remembered the things I’d read over the years about your first time hurting.

“Sure you can.” He leaned in and as his tongue plunged into my mouth, his dick plunged into me. I yelped in pain at the invasion. I wasn’t ready, and it really hurt. Nate acted as if my reaction didn’t even faze him.

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