Page 20 of The Hockey Player and the Tutor
If we weren’t in public, I would have long surrendered to her sexy squirms and sighs of pleasure and replaced my hands with my mouth. I would thrust my cock into her core and give her even more friction to get her off. But wearein public and I can’t do any of that right now.
“Brin,” I pant out her name, breathless from the torture this causes me. “We should get in the car.”
My voice startles her and she jerks her head up to look at me with alarm in her eyes.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even thinking.”
I chuckle, amused by her response. “That makes two of us.”
She worries her bottom lip with a shy smile. “I kind of forgot where we were.”
I fumble with the door and open it for her so she can slide into the front seat. As I head to the driver’s side, I consider my options for the rest of the evening. When I take my seat and turn on the engine, I let it idle and reach for her hand. My eyes latch onto hers in the dark of the car’s interior and I wonder what she’s thinking.
“I…we should…do you want to go somewhere else?”
I hesitate to throw out the option of going back to my place, uncertainty swirling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t want to push anything with her. I’m happy just to take her home tonight without pursuing anything further. My dick won’t be thrilled with this idea…but it’s not his call.
Brin interrupts anything else I plan to say with an admission that blows me away.
“Preston, I need to tell you something.”
“Yeah?” I bring her hand to my lips and kiss the top of her knuckles.
She pulls her hand back and drops her gaze to her lap, surprising the shit out of me with her confession.
“I’m a virgin. I just thought you should know.”
ChapterNine
Brinly
I can’t believe I blurted that out.
Talk about a date-ending declaration.
It’s no wonder Preston hasn’t called or texted me in two days. I’m such a fool.
And in twenty-minutes, I’ll have to be face to face with him again for his tutoring session. That’s if he even shows up. Why would he? He probably thinks I’m the biggest loser ever.
Preston is a bigtime freaking college hockey player and he can have any girl he wants. Girls with experience who will give him what he wants. Why would he even want to try to put the moves on an inexperienced virgin like me? Or continue dating someone as shy and reserved as me?
I scold myself for being so stupid as to admit to my most embarrassing secret right there in the car. It was like his kisses were a truth serum or something making me spill the tea on the part about me I’ve unintentionally kept under lock and key.
I know I can’t possibly be the only twenty-year-old virgin in this world, but sometimes it makes me feel like an oddity. It’s just not something you go around telling people. “Oh, hey, nice shirt. By the way, I’ve never had sex. Have a good day!”
My stomach has been in knots since he dropped me off and said goodbye on Saturday night. I obviously made a grievous error in judgment about Preston and I trusted him when I let the cat out of the bag. He probably ran for the hills.
Stuffing away my self-loathing for another time, I sort through my stack of books in front of me, selecting one I have to read for an upcoming paper. If Preston isn’t going to show, I might as well use my time wisely.
As I open the book to where I’d left off, a shadow covers the book. I raise my head and my eyes connect with Preston’s blue gaze that peers at me from the opposite side of the table. He wears a Beacons hockey T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans, and is smiling at me like nothing’s wrong. As if he didn’t just ghost me for the last two days since our nearly perfect date.
“Hey, Brin.” His voice isn’t overly apologetic, but seems happy enough in his tone.
I fidget in my chair, trying for a nonchalant response even though my insides are buzzing with panic. “Hi.”
Preston pulls out the seat across from me, removing his backpack from his shoulder and placing it down on the table. Then he spins the chair around and straddles it, arms hooked over the back. He searches my face, even though I awkwardly try to avoid eye contact, looking around at anything but him.
I just can’t. I feel so open and vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze.
