Page 70 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One
“Hey! Did you guys see that the circus freak showed—” A guy I’ve never seen before stops mid-sentence when he sees me standing there.
I jerk my arm away from Jessica and ignore her calling out for me as I head to the bathroom. When I go to shut the door, someone pushes it open. I whirl around, ready to defend myself, when I see Keon. “What’s wrong, Mama?”
“Nothing. Please give me a minute.”
“I’m sorry, but no. What happened?”
“I should have known that I was just the sideshow.”
“What?” Keon practically growls. “They’re fucking dead.” He turns around to leave, and I grab his arm.
“You can’t kill a bunch of college kids.”
“Why the fuck not? They hurt you.”
I wave away his concerns. “They hurt my feelings. There’s a difference.”
“Not to me.” Keon grabs my face and tilts it up to see his eyes. “You aren’t a sideshow. They’re a bunch of immature people that wouldn’t know struggle if it punched them in the fucking face.”
“I knew better.” I shrug. “I learned my lesson.”
“Not everyone sucks, Mama.”
“I know. You guys don’t.”
“Tyler does. The rest of us are pretty awesome.” I laugh at that, and he seems relieved. “You want to go?”
“Not yet. I wanted to do something.”
“What’s that?”
“Make out with the hot guy in the bathroom.”
Keon grins, and it takes my breath away. “That, I can do.”
His lips come down on mine, and he kisses me slowly like he did last night, but that’s not what I want. I slide my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. Keon deepens the kiss with a groan, and I’m putty in his arms. His hands slide down my back and pause right above my ass. When I don’t stop him, he cups it and lifts me off my feet. He sits me on the bathroom counter and steps between my thighs. I can feel what I’m doing to him when he rubs his hard cock against me. There’s something he needs to know before we go any further. I pull back, and Keon starts kissing my neck. I have to struggle to concentrate, but I need to say this so he can change his mind.
“I’m a virgin.” Keon’s lips freeze on my neck, and he slowly pulls away.
“What?” he says hoarsely, and I can’t get a read on his face.
“I’ve never had sex before. I’ve messed around but never went all the way.”
Keon blows a breath out and steps back. “Okay.”
I feel my face flame with embarrassment, knowing he’s going to back out. No one wants the fragile virgin girl. “You can stop this; there won’t be any hard feelings.”
“Stop? Oh, hell no, Mama.”
“Then why did you pull away?”
“Because it’s taking all my willpower not to take your virginity right here. The thought that I’ll be the first to touch you has me so goddamn hard.”
“Oh,” I breathe. “Why don’t you?”
Keon steps back between my thighs and grabs my face. “Because I want to take my time. I refuse to hurt you any more than I’ll have to. And I’ll be damned if your first time is in a bathroom with a party outside.” He pecks my lips and helps me from the counter. “I won’t rush this. I want to do it right.”
“Can we finish our date even if it won’t end with that?” I’m disappointed and relieved at the same time that he wants to slow things down. I was more than willing for him to fuck me right here just to get rid of the virginity tag. But I should have known Keon wasn’t like that, and it makes me like him even more.
