Page 7 of Cocky Player

Apopcame from inside me.Oh no.My eyes widened even as I tightened from the pain.I’d been prepared mentally for it but didn’t actually think it would happen until it was too late to turn back.

He stilled instantly.“What the fuck?”

Humiliation stained my cheeks and somehow the heat clawing up my throat evaporated the pain deep inside me where his fingers still were.

Dark blue eyes so close to navy opened and inspected me.“What the fuck?”he asked again.

Words wouldn’t come.With his fingers still lodged inside of me, I knew exactly what he’d felt.What henow knew.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, but it wasn’t.Already tears were threatening.He wasn’t supposed to know and maybe had the room been dark I could have brushed it off but with the lights on in the office, there was no way he didn’t see the emotions and the truth rushing to the surface.

My pussy clenched around him, as if reminding him he’d been mid-finger fuck and his jaw tightened.

“Stop,” I said, pushing against him.This was no longer what I wanted and based on the anger beginning to tighten against him, not what he’d planned for.

He did immediately.Two fingers slid out of me and even through his tightened muscles and furious expression, he settled me gently to the floor.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”he snapped, and I turned to the wall, fixed my thong and shoved down my dress.

My mascara probably made me look like a creature of the night and my hair a habitat for birds but I didn’t care.I shoved past the mountain of sexy man who clenched his fists at his sides and shoved open the office door, hurrying back toward the door he’d unlocked, praying it was still unlocked.When I threw myself against it and it flung open I was thankful, so damn thankful for the darkness of the dance floor and the flashing strobe lights that hid my tears and my embarrassment.

Goodness gracious.I couldn’t get rid of my virginity even when I was that damn close.

I found Gina, dark hair swinging wildly in the air as she twirled and danced with two other men.She’d stayed exactly where she’d been before.I grabbed her arm to get her attention.

“Hey!”she shouted.Her eyes were wide and a smile even more so until a light skated across my face and she caught whatever mortification looked like.It had to be stamped on me.“I’m going to kill him.”

“No!”I shouted back.“Let’s go.I’ll explain!”

“Are you ready to talk?”Gina was quiet and comforting.She left me to my silent shame in the Uber we ordered, hiding down the block from Glitz in case Connor came looking for me.Not that he would.

Why would he care that I ran away from him?It was clear he didn’t want to finish what we started as soon as he popped my hymen.And the anger on him…it was so…so much worse than anything I could have predicted.

Didn’t most men have a fantasy of plowing a field where no other man’s tractor had ridden?

Not Connor.I couldn’t remember a time someone had been so angry with me they shook with it.

“I need to change,” I muttered, kicking off my heels as soon as we entered our apartment.“And I need a drink or twelve.”

“Hey.”Her hand grabbed mine and squeezed.“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Concern stamped her face and I shook my head.“No, he just figured it out before the good stuff got started.”

Although what I experienced was better than any self-given good stuff I’d managed to do on my own.

“Okay,” she sighed, softening her look.“As long as I don’t need to have him arrested or sic Joe on him, I’ll get you that drink.Go change.”

Joe was Gina’s brother.A hockey player currently working his way through the minors, he was all muscle and was one of the few men I knew whose bite was definitely worse than his bark when necessary.Fortunately for Joe, if I needed anyone to take care of a man on my behalf, I had two brothers and brother-in-law more than willing to step in.

I shuffled down the hallway, defeat and embarrassment heating my skin.

“Good grief,” I muttered once I got to my room and yanked off the dress.It took all my dancing flexibility to get out of the tight thing and once freed, I sagged with relief as cool air rushed against my still heated skin.I dug through my drawers, found the loosest and most comfy pajama set I owned and shuffled to the bathroom.It was there, I saw it…

Blood.If I had specks of blood on my thighs, please…please God, tell me he didn’t have it on his hands.

“Oh God,” I moaned and dropped my hands to my face.My humiliation had no end but thankfully this was why I’d wanted a stranger.I could do this and be done with it and not have to have all those awkward conversations and have a guy feel like he had to do something impressive to make it special and beautiful and perfect for me.

My virginity had never been something I cherished or protected, it’d been a noose around me.

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