Page 46 of Next in Line
“But you know what, sparky? Somehow I don’t think you’re as innocent as you look.”
He eyes me with a sexy smolder that brings a smile to my face. “Let’s put our talents to the test,” I state, moving down into the water and making my way toward him.
Sam’s face falls, and he draws back from me with a somber look on his face. “We have a slight problem.”
“What?”
He clears his throat. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”
“Oh…shit.”
“Yeah.” He exhales heavily and ruffles the water beading in his hair. “And with all the snow that came down tonight, I think I’ll probably need to wait until daylight to run to town and get them.”
“Tomorrow?” I ask with a pout, and then my gaze drops down to Sam’s groin under the water. The groin that I felt the full thickness of only moments ago when I was on his lap. The groin that is probably in some serious need of release.
I swallow nervously, my body tensing up as Sam watches me curiously. I know what he wants me to do right now. I know what every man in America would want done in this situation.
But I can’t.
Just the idea of it makes my entire body prickle with anxiety, and before I can change the subject, a flashback hits me hard and fast.
Sterling and I had been together about a month when it happened. It was homecoming week, and Sterling had just quarterbacked an incredible game. We were at a party celebrating, and I was more tipsy than I cared to admit when I tried to impress Sterling by yanking him into the bathroom for a quickie. One second, we’re kissing, and then the next, he’s pushing my head down toward his dick. I was totally okay with this, so I licked my lips and eagerly got to work. But just as I was getting into it, Sterling grabbed my hair and thrust his dick so deep into my throat, I gagged. He didn’t seem to notice my reaction and kept pushing himself down my throat over and over again. Tears pricked my eyes as my nails clawed into his hips in a silent plea to calm the fuck down. But he didn’t notice. He just kept thrusting and thrusting until finally…
I vomited.
Like…on his dick.
Well, maybe not exactly on his dick, more so on his lap because I managed to extract my mouth from his dick just as another retch reared its ugly head.
Only this wasn’t a dry heave.
It was a sputtering spray of the jungle juice I’d been drinking like Gatorade.
Sterling freaked out and nearly tossed me to the ground in his attempt to get away from my upchuck. I was frozen on my knees, head hanging down with puke in my hair as I tried to catch my breath.
It. Was. Mortifying.
I thought for sure he was going to dump me. I thought for sure I’d humiliated myself beyond repair to the man I wanted to marry and that my life was over.
But Sterling didn’t dump me. He actually apologized for being overeager and handed me a random toothbrush from the cupboard.
Sam’s eyes are on me with a curiosity that I don’t want to address. It’s one thing to puke on your boyfriend’s dick, but it’s another thing to puke on a fuck buddy. Not to mention, something tells me Sam is used to experienced women.
“Uhhh, let’s head back, shall we?” I state, my voice high pitched and clipped as I quickly stand in the hot spring, my sex drive shriveled up like an old lady after that walk down memory lane. “It’s getting late, and we have a big day of snowboarding tomorrow.”
“Oookay,” Sam replies slowly, his brow furrowed in confusion.
I quickly slide my wet feet into my boots and don’t even bother toweling off before grabbing my coat and hustling my ass back down the path to the cabin and away from Sam’s very likely throat-choking dick.
The next day, I wake up prepared to talk it out with Sam. I should apologize for my behavior so the day isn’t full of awkwardness or resentment…but I don’t get the chance.
“Hi,” I state sleepily as I pad my way into the kitchen where I find Sam frying bacon and eggs at the stove.
“Morning!” he says cheerily and looks over to eye my plaid pajamas before returning his attention back to the stove.
I take in his gray lounge pants and a white T-shirt that hugs his very large arms nicely. “You’re up early.”
He nods knowingly. “Early bird catches the worm. Plus, we’ll want to get going early today before it gets busy. It’s easier to teach without a bunch of teenage assholes swinging by and spraying us all day.”
