Page 37 of Forbidden Puck
“Hey, yeah, gotcha,” I mumbled, my words running together. I stared off into the distance. “Totally.”
“See, nowyou'reacting weird, and you're just my brother's friend, and we're not even interested in each other …”
“No no no. I'm not acting weird. I'm nottryingto, anyway. Sorry. It's just, that's a rare thing in this day and age, I needed a minute to wrap my brain around it.”
“Itisa rare thing,” she sighed, taking another sip from her drink. “Everyone else is using hook-up apps and I'm stuck at 'third base.' Ha ha. Oh well, it's my choice.”
“Wait, third base? So youhavedone things with a guy?”
“Of course! I'm not completely pure—or anything close to it. Iloveto sixty-nine, for example.”
I couldn't help it—my cock stirred against my leg. She'd put the image, the sensation, right there in my head: her bare bottom right over my face; my tongue busily lapping at her pink folds; the sound of her muffled moans with me buried in her throat.
I shifted in my seat and tried to push those completely forbidden thoughts out of my head.
“So, you're waiting for a quality guy?”
She took a long sip from her drink. “I was. But I don't know what I'm waiting for anymore. I'm kind of sick of waiting, honestly.”
No no no, not what I need to hear.
“Don't give up,” I croaked. “You'll find a good guy eventually.”
“Yeah, that's what everyone says, butwhere?”
I felt a heaviness in my heart. “You're asking the wrong guy.”
A still quiet came between us. Lost in my thoughts, I sawed off one hunk of steak after another and chewed.
So that was it. She was a virgin.
That was … unexpected.
But it made sense. Sort of. Like I said, she's tough, capable, driven … I could see how guys would struggle to live up to her standards.
Once the shock wore off, I have to say, I felt—relief.Because, the more time I spent with this girl, I had to admit—I found her even cuter, even more irresistible. And she was so easy to talk to. And that scared me, honestly, because it felt like I was starting to actuallylikeher, and making up excuses to be with her. I'd been lying to myself, thinking that I could be around her and control myself.
Shit, I almost kissed her last night … and here I was, taking her out to dinner?! What was I thinking?
But nowthat she told me that she was a virgin, I knew that nothing would happen between us. She was a virgin, and she was looking for a good man and, hell, I certainly wasn't that. She was smart enough not to get mixed up with me. And I was smart enough not to get mixed up with the virgin sister of my teammate.
Or are you one of those easily intimidated cowards she's known all her life?
“So how about you, Ryan? How'syourlove life? Do you ever want to settle down, or are you going to play the field forever?”
“Well, I'm definitely not in love with anyone.” I pushed my empty plate aside. “So I guess it's the field.”
“Ew! Radar!” she squealed.
“What? You asked a question, I gave you an answer.”
“No, it was just the way you said it while you pushed your empty plate aside. Like women are nothing but aprime ribfor you to consume.”
I laughed. “Pure coincidence.”
But she was right, in a way, wasn't she? In her eyes, I must've looked like a monster, a sexual deviant. Here I was, bragging to a virgin about going out to meet some random chick I picked up on a hook-up app. Awful.
Then again, wasn't that perfectly fine? I didn'twanther to like me. That'd only cause a whole shit-load of problems. So if she thought I was a terrible sleaze, a man-slut … hey, great.
