Page 41 of Reckless Hearts
I knew sex with Marcus would be spectacular, but I didn’t expect this level of aftercare.
Marcus pulls the blanket over us, cocooning us in warmth. As we lie there, our shoulders touching and our breathing slowly synchronizing, part of my brain can’t help but analyze what just happened.
“Um…so like…that was incredible,” I say, turning my head on the pillow to look at him.
It appears Marcus has fucked all traces of playing it cool from me. Not that I had much in there to start.
“Yeah, it was.” Marcus says the words like it’s a profound declaration.
I decide to see how far I can push this. “I’m a data guy. And the data seems to tell me we’re definitely sexually compatible. Or actually, we’re sexually combustible.”
Marcus smiles at my words.
“I mean, to be fair, I don’t have a large sample size to measure it against,” I admit.
His smile fades and he rubs his hand over his face. “Please tell me I’m not the first guy you’ve messed around with.”
“No, you’re not my first.”
He drops his hand away. “Oh, thank god for that.”
I watch him, this beautiful man. How is it possible that humanity, with all of its flaws, could produce a face as perfect as Marcus’s?
I try to bring my thoughts back to our conversation. Otherwise, I might accidentally let those words escape my mouth.
“I had a boyfriend last year. And we messed around. But it definitely wasn’t anything like that.”
“I aim to please,” he says.
“What about you? How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask.
Marcus looks at me for a moment before he answers. “I was sixteen.”
“Who with, a classmate?”
He snorts. “No. A friend of my dad’s.”
“What?” I half-sit so I can stare at him fully. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“How old was he?”
Marcus shrugs. “I don’t know. Late thirties, maybe?”
“What the everlasting hell?”
“It was consensual. I was a horny teenager and flirted outrageously with him. Eventually, he decided to take up what I was offering.”
“It’s predatory. I don’t care if the age of consent in New Zealand is sixteen. A guy in his thirties shouldn’t be with a teenager.” There’s outrage in my voice.
Marcus just stares at me.
“I like the world you live in, Seb. I want to live there someday,” he says softly.
I lie back down, settling next to Marcus, still reeling from the idea of sixteen-year-old Marcus being seduced by such an older guy.
Where were his parents to protect him? Couldn’t they see what was happening right under their nose?
