Page 86 of Bullet
Still, I am trying to remain patient. I check in on her every day, several times a day. It’s crazy that in a matter of weeks Adalyn has become someone I truly care about. It’s like we trauma-bonded over shit in our lives and decided that we were stuck together.
Now it is killing me to know that she is stuck with that man without a way out. I really hope my guys can pull through on this one. She deserves some light in her life.
“You’re not even watching the movie,” Bullet whispers against my ear.
He has been the only thing keeping me from going in and saving Adalyn myself. He has been by my side, only leaving when absolutely necessary. I’ve been the good girl I promised and not left when he is gone. He still leaves someone to watch me, but it feels voluntary now that I see why he does it.
I always knew club life wasn’t a game, but it’s becoming more real to me each day. Maybe this is why my dad wanted me to stay away from it, but destiny had other plans. I am meant to be here with Bullet. I can feel it in my bones.
“I have a lot on my mind,” I tell him, turning over so I can press a kiss to his lips.
The couch isn’t huge by any means, but he moves over, making space for me.
“Is there something I could do to help?” he asks.
I smirk at him. “Distract me.”
He brushes the hair off of my face. “How would you like me to do that?”
“With your mouth,” I tell him, leaning up to take his lips once more.
He doesn’t disappoint. He kisses me back with as much passion as I kiss him. It’s in moments like this that I can let the rest of the world fall away. It’s just me and Bullet in our own little world. Nothing can touch me here.
Of course I know that’s not true, but it’s what I wish. I take every little moment I can. I know better than most that anything can change in a second, so grab onto happiness while you can.
Pulling his body more on top of me, I spread my legs until he is settled between them. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, the hardness of his growing cock pressed to my center through the thin boxers he put on to relax in. I’m wearing my own pair of thin sleep shorts with nothing in between. These two thin pieces of fabric are the only things keeping us apart.
I want to feel him inside me. I want to give him the part of me that I have been saving my whole life. I think at sixteen, I knew it was going to be him. I knew I wanted him to be the one to take the last shred of my innocence away.
Now, years later, here we are. Lying on my parents’ couch as we make out. Hands wandering each other’s bodies as if we cannot get enough.
“Jacob, I want you to take my virginity,” I whisper to him.
He freezes, pushing himself up to look down at me. “You haven’t?” He looks down to where we are connected.
“No. I wanted it to be special. With you it will be,” I tell him, praying he won’t be weird about this.
He looks up at me with compassion in his eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you need to do this.”
“I want to, Jacob. I have for a long time. Don’t deny me now,” I plead with him.
He presses a sweet, chaste kiss to my lips. “Never. I’d never deny you anything you ask of me.”
When he pulls himself up from the couch, I frown. “Where are you going then?”
He holds out his hand to me. I take it without question.
“First, we aren’t having sex on the couch for your first time. We will go to your bed. Second, we need a condom. I happen to have one in my pants,” he says as he leads me down the hall to my room.
“Just in case you get hit with the need to fuck someone?” I ask, hating the insecurity in my voice.
He stops, cupping my cheek. “In case you ever gave me the blessing of being able to make love to you. Only you. I told you that it’s only you from here on, and I meant it.”
“I know. Sometimes I don’t know how you could want someone like me,” I admit to him.
He presses me against the wall next to my door. “You are beautiful, smart, kind-hearted, and sassy as hell. You are everything I could ever hope for in a woman. How could I not want you? Hell, I have a feeling I’ll be beating men off with a fucking stick to keep them away from you.”
“I’m also an emotional mess. I fuck up a lot. I’m getting my life together, but I’m not there. You asked me if I was sure, which I am, but I should be asking you. Are you sure you want to tie yourself to me because once we do this, my heart will be yours? From now until the end of time.” I give him the out I don’t want to, but I feel he deserves it.
