Hard Tackle (A Stepbrother Warriors Novel) by Celia Loren Read Free Book Online Page B

weight on
me.
    One of his hands moves to the back
of my knee and then begins to slide up my inner thigh, the cotton fabric of my
pants bunching slightly. He shifts, moving his body a little higher on mine,
and I can feel something pressing against my pelvic bone. His hips move, and I
gasp as his erection grinds against me.
    "I'm a virgin!" I blurt
out, pulling my mouth away from his. He freezes.

 
    Chapter Nine
     
    "Very funny."
    "I'm serious." He pauses,
then straightens up, looking down at me with wide eyes. "It's not a big
deal or anything," I rush on, "but I just thought, I mean you said
honesty was important so—"
    "You're a virgin ?"
he repeats.
    "You really didn't even
consider that as a possibility?" I ask, raising myself up on my elbows.
    "I—well, now that you say it,
I guess I can see it."
    "I'm only eighteen," I
reason defensively. "When did you lose your—"
    "Fourteen."
    "Oh. But it's not a big
deal," I say again, as he moves away from the bed, drawing his hand over
his face like he's just seen a ghost.
    "It is a big deal, Bree! I
mean, my first time was with a virgin, but that was different. I mean, this has
to stay purely sexual."
    "And it will," I reply
with a shrug.
    "It's different when it's your
first time. You're going to get attached."
    "No, I'm not."
    "You will."
    "I won't! My god, you're
arrogant!" I exclaim, standing up and smoothing my clothes back out.
"I mean, this is exactly why I won't get attached to you! Because you're
so convinced I will!" To my outrage, he begins to laugh. "Oh, now I'm
amusing to you? A second ago you were jumping away from me like I had the
plague or something!" I storm toward the door, my cheeks burning with
anger and humiliation.
    "Wait, wait, Bree!" he
says, grabbing my arm. I shake him off, but stop and turn around to face him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. It's just…you're so little, and you
get so mad…it's kind of cute."
    "That's insulting," I
glower at him.
    "Look, I'm just…I'm sorry I
reacted like that. I was surprised. You're so beautiful, and I started thinking
of you a certain way…we just have to slow down."
    "I'm ready to have sex,"
I insist.
    "Maybe you are," he
concedes. "But what else have you done? Sexually, I mean?"
    I cross my arms over my chest. "Well, you know,
kissing," I murmur.
    "OK…" A blush begins to spread across my cheeks.
"Is that it?"
    "I'm introverted, alright?"
    He smiles. "Right. Is that why you were so embarrassed
that I saw you naked? Because no one else…" I nod. "Well, what if we
just took things step by step? And if you ever feel like you're getting
attached, or it's overwhelming, you have to promise to tell me, and we'll
stop."
    "And you have to promise, too," I say,
narrowing my eyes. "Don't act like this is a one-way street."
    His mouth twitches but he nods. "Fine. I will admit
that being the first to introduce you to these things does…interest me,"
he finally says, his eyes sparkling.
    "So…what's the first step, then?" I ask, jutting
my chin out and sticking my hands back down at my sides, trying to look braver
than I feel. He grins and reaches forward, taking my hand and leading me over
to the couch in the sitting area at the front of the room. He sits, and I sit
next to him.
    "I feel like I'm in high school again," he says
with a smile as he leans in. He kisses me more gently this time, his tongue
slowly working my lips open. His hand wraps around my waist, and I place mine
on his shoulders. His tongue moves around my mouth, sometimes moving quickly,
and other times taking its time to massage mine. I try to match what he's
doing, hoping I'm doing it right.
    I feel his hands move under my legs and he slowly picks me
up and turns me ninety degrees before placing me down on his lap. I pick my
knees up slightly and curl toward him, feeling his cock under me, but not as
alarmed by the sensation. I gasp as I feel his fingers brush against the bottom
of my shirt, pushing the hem up slightly. His fingers just graze