Rug Burns (Reviving Haven Book 2) by Cory Cyr Read Free Book Online

idea. He wasn’t supposed to say that. I’d expected repulsion and his face to pale. He wasn’t supposed to be okay with it. Now what would I do? Should I be candid and tell him, By the way, even though I suck a mean cock, I’m a virgin ? Fuck my life. I should have gotten rid of my virginity a long time ago, because Joey Miles was going to freak.
    Hell, I was going to freak. I loathed pain of any kind. And according to my girlfriends, there was pain. Wait, they said discomfort. Lying skanks. It probably hurt like hell. Brandi had said, along with the act, there would be blood. Jesus, everyone had made it sound so damn wonderful. Can’t imagine why I’d been putting it off. Logically, though, if there was blood, maybe I could suppress the pain. He’d never have to know I was a virgin. This might actually work. I swear, I am going to die with this secret. Who was I kidding? Joey was supposedly a god in the bedroom. He’d know. Maybe he’d forget the whole thing and want me to continue with the blowjob. He hadn’t come—all men needed to come.
    “Okay, I’m going to be honest with you because you should know. I’m a virgin,” I said, barely able to spit out the words.
    Joey backed away and began laughing. I mean a deep, rumbling laugh. Not exactly what I’d expected. Just because I enjoyed giving oral didn’t mean I was a whore. Okay, in most circles, yes. I glowered at him icily.
    “You’re serious. You’re a fucking virgin—you?” he asked as he raked his hand through his hair.
    “Whatever. Just because I have talents in other areas doesn’t mean I’m an expert in all things.”
    Joey looked at me and then smiled. “So I’d be your first. I’d be the one taking your precious cherry?”
    “I’m not exactly sure it’s all that precious. Glad you think so, but I still haven’t said yes.”
    “Oh, you’ll say yes… and ‘Oh God,’ many times. I promise you the ride of your life. Grab a couple towels. I’ll fuck you here in the living room so we don’t mess up your bed.”
    How utterly romantic. Asshat . Though, he was somewhat thoughtful about not making a mess in my bed. Hell, I’d had a disaster or two before while on my period. Damn, I was somewhat easy. I wasn’t even putting up much of a fight. The truth was I was tired of holding on to my chastity.
    I padded to the hall cabinet and pulled out a couple thick beach towels. As much as I wanted Joey Miles, the fear of discomfort plagued my thoughts. Jesus, I was a puss. I hated pain, especially down there. I wondered how long it would last. I suddenly felt younger than nineteen. I was about to lose my V status. Shouldn’t I feel liberated?
    As if he’d read my mind, he said, “Don’t sweat it, babe. It’ll be okay since you already have extra lubrication.”
    Gross. Just plain disgusting. My first time and I was bleeding like a pig, and dreamy Mr. Lacrosse was wearing a cast. What a lucky girl I was. I frowned. I had a feeling I was being punished for all the head I’d given. I could just tell him no and call it a night. But he was already going to tell everyone we slept together, so why not make it a reality?
    “You need to go to the bathroom and take care of your business. I don’t want any surprises, if you catch my drift. I brought condoms. I suppose they really wouldn’t be necessary, since you’re a vir-gin,” he cooed, rolling his eyes and chuckling under his breath.
    At that moment, I could have kicked him in the balls. Of course, that action would totally ruin the entire night. Fucker, as if I’d have sex without a condom. Your dick’s probably seen more play than Monday night football. Joey Miles didn’t believe me. I should’ve been pissed, but I guess his skepticism was warranted.
    I walked slowly to the bathroom and prepared myself the best I could. This sucked, and not in a sexual way. When I came back, hot and still naked Joey was lying on the towels. Good grief, would his dick ever get soft or was it