Page 79 of Feels Like Love
“It was a fistula. And I had to have a colonoscopy, an MRI, and two surgeries to correct it.”
“But you’re okay now, right?” he asked, concern marring his features.
“For the most part. I have to be careful about my…diet,” I said, not wanting to completely ruin the evening by discussing the details.
If I wasn’t careful, I could create a bigger problem since the fistula had been so close to my sphincter muscle. Pooping had been painful and scary. And I’d been terrified of losing my ability to control my bowel movements. Luckily, the surgeries had been a success.
“But I have a scar,” I continued. “Well, two scars. The C-section and the one from the fistula.”
“Wren, baby.” He nuzzled his nose against mine. “I’m just glad you’re okay. And I’m sorry you had to go through so much.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Were you afraid they’d bother me? Somehow be a turn-off?” he asked.
I lifted a shoulder. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Baby.” He placed his finger beneath my chin, bringing my gaze to him. “Your scars are part of you. They don’t define you, unless you let them.”
I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes and got swept away. “I know. It’s just…this is all new territory for me.”
“Which is why I’m here to help you practice.” He grinned, but my stomach soured at the reminder. “Besides, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“But I want to,” I said, as if he couldn’t tell from what we’d just done. “I really do. Well, I should preface that by saying that anal is off-limits.”
He chuckled. “I kind of figured. Though I’m not really into that anyway. I have my hand up enough asses at work.”
I laughed. “And here I’d been worried about ruining the mood.”
He smiled and kissed me, pushing me onto my back so that his body was draped over mine. “If you hadn’t noticed…I’m always in the mood when it comes to you.”
I could feel his dick hardening against my leg. “Seriously?” I laughed, surprised by how quickly he’d recovered. “That was…” I sighed and let my head fall back against the pillow. “I can’t believe you made me come twice.”
Two orgasms!He’d given me two orgasms using only his tongue.Damn.
So much for not sleeping with my brother’s best friend. If anything, now I wanted to even more.
He chuckled, and it rumbled through his chest. “You mean, only twice.”
“No.” I shook my head. “That was amazing. And you didn’t even…” I trailed off. “You know.”
“What? Use penetration?”
I nodded, distracted by the way his fingers were mapping my curves.
“Considering your success with a pillow, I thought we’d start off with clit stimulation. Many women can’t come from penetration alone.”
I stilled. I wanted to focus on the “I thought we’d start” part of his statement, but my mind kept getting stuck on the “many women.” As in…all the women he’d been with before.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat and extracted myself from his arms before pushing out of bed. “I should probably head to my room.”
I wasn’t naïve. I knew Bennett had a past that included other women. I just didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to think about how I’d be joining those ranks in a few weeks.
That said, it was probably a good thing, spurring me into action. Reminding me what I’d signed up for in asking him to be my coach.
“Hey.” He grabbed my wrist. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Not at all.” I grabbed my clothes from the floor and started getting dressed. “It’s getting late. And it’s not like I want to explain to River what I’m doing here in the morning.”
