top of page
Search

Read me👇

  • mimibandy7
  • May 27, 2021
  • 27 min read

What’s wrong with me? I’ve become one of those women. The kind who only sees guys like a piece of meat, who are here to ravish me. The kind who doesn’t require any standards. No date. No conversation. No romance. I’m that desperate for sex.


********


Chapter 1

Larkyn


“I can’t do this,” I say, as Serena and I walk toward the front door of Sebastian’s party.


Serena cuts her eyes to me. “You can totally do this.”


I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin. Tonight that changes.


I spent all afternoon scrolling through the ridiculously small number of men on my phone. Danny, Alan, Gavin, and Pat. None of them are great options to accomplish the deed. Danny is too short. Alan is too nice, and I think has a girlfriend. Gavin is hung up on Serena, and I don’t want to sleep with him so that he can make Serena jealous. And Pat is not an option for so many reasons. But I need to find someone. Hence, why I’m attempting to get into the most exclusive party of the year. To find Mr. Perfect. I will not graduate from college next month still a virgin.


Who am I kidding? I once thought it mattered who the guy was. I wanted the ideal guy, to be in love. I wanted flowers and a sunset, followed by wine, candles, and a man who adored me and wanted my first time to be special. After four years of dating and no guy coming close to the picture I painted in my head, I’m desperate.


I want sex.


Maybe my first time won’t be fantastic, but then I can experience a second or third time. And eventually, I’ll meet a guy to give me the toe-curling moment I only dream about now.


I stumble again in my heels, and Serena takes my hand and rests it on her arm. “Well, you can as long as you don’t fall flat on your face first.” She chuckles. “Although, if you fell and showed the bouncer you aren’t wearing any underwear, we wouldn’t have any trouble getting in either. So, it doesn’t matter what you do.”


I glare at her. “Well, that wouldn’t work because I’m wearing underwear. And I would like the school to not think of me as a laughing stock.”


“Who cares if they do? We graduate in less than a month, and you won’t have to see any of these people ever again.”


I take a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs before slowly exhaling. Serena’s right. I can do this.


We strut, arm in arm, up the long driveway to the door. We get behind a group of loud girls chatting excitedly. I recognize them. They are in a sorority, and no doubt were invited. They are all in short, expensive dresses that accentuate their bodies and show how much money they are from. They don’t flirt their way in. They are invited in.


We are next, and my stomach is doing flips. My legs are shaky, and not just because of the heels my feet aren’t used to being shoved in. My heart is fluttering a million miles a minute in my chest. I should have taken a shot with Serena before we came.


“Name?” the tall man asks.


“Serena Toomer and Larkyn Day.”


He scans his list, not bothering to glance at us. Our plan isn’t going to work.


“Your names aren’t listed,” he says.


“Let’s go,” I whisper to Serena.


She ignores me, looking past the bouncer, who won’t be seduced since he won’t stop staring at his clipboard.


“Sebastian!” she shouts.


My eyes widen in fear. “What are you doing?” I hiss.


“Getting you in so you can get laid.”


Sebastian turns in our direction and grins at us goofily. He doesn’t know either of us, but Serena smiles at him and his eyes drag over my low-cut dress, and suddenly he’s walking our way.


“Hey!” Sebastian says, and my heart sinks. I bite my bottom lip to keep from drooling. He’s hot in his dark jeans and buttoned down shirt, which is open at the top, revealing his muscular chest. All he said was ’hey,’ and my body reacts like he said the most charming pickup line. I need to get laid, so I stop fawning over every guy like this.


“Hey, we aren’t on the list. A mixup, I’m sure. Any possibility you can change that?” Serena asks, shoving me forward, so my body brushes against his.


I’m going to kill her for this later.


But it does the trick. Sebastian’s eyes glue to the cleavage the dress makes me appear to have, and then down to my abs, defined beneath the material.


“Absolutely!” Sebastian holds out his arm to me, and I nervously take it. I cut my eyes to Serena who winks at me as Sebastian leads me into his house.


“I’m sorry you weren’t on the list. I don’t know how I missed a beautiful woman like you. I wish we had classes together so I could have noticed you earlier.”


I bite my lip and blush. “We do take a class together. You are in my marketing class.” I don’t add we did a group project together last year in finance, and he has been in almost every single one of my classes starting freshman year since we are both on the same business track.


He doesn’t blush or show signs of embarrassment. I wish he would have noticed me before or realize who I am. I know his name and who he is.


“What’s your name?” he asks.


“Larkyn Day.”


He grins. “I love that name. I’m Sebastian King.”


His smoldering blue eyes look at me, and my heart is his. I don’t know how I ended on the arm of Sebastian, basically the king of the popular crowd, and I know that soon, he’ll be leaving me alone to enjoy his other guests, but I’ll remember this moment forever.


“Can I get you a drink?” he asks.


I nod, knowing this is when he dismisses me. I look hot, but I’m not hot enough. I’m wearing a nude colored sparkly dress, but it’s not easy enough to compare with the women skirting around us in dresses that are so short they can’t wear underwear. Their dresses leave no curve on their bodies to the imagination. While I, I just hope this dress is enough to snag one decent looking guy that isn’t already too drunk to sleep with me.


Sebastian leads me over to one of the bars and gets me a white wine without asking what I want. He gets himself a beer. I start peering around for where Serena is so she can help me find a guy for the night.


I feel a hand on my waist and glance down to see Sebastian’s hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.


“Do you have a date for tonight?” he asks, leaning down to my ear so he can talk to me over the loud music blasting through the house. The band is out back, and we are in the front of the house so I can only imagine how loud it is out back.


“No,” I say, taking a sip of my wine, so I have something to do with my hands, and I can stop blushing. The wine tastes overly sweet. I don’t often drink, caring too much about staying healthy, but when I do, I rarely choose wine.


“Good, I needed someone to hang out with tonight.”


Yep, now I’m blushing again like an idiot. I need to stop getting so affected by this man. I’ve had a crush on him since forever, but that doesn’t mean anything. He’s just being nice. He won’t be the guy that pops my cherry. Even though I should be searching for that guy, I can’t pass up an opportunity to spend some time with Sebastian first.


“You don’t have a date either?” I ask, finally getting my voice back.


He looks down at me, his eyes lingering on my cleavage. “Now I do.”


My heart stops. Sebastian did not just say that. I must have misheard him. He’s the most popular guy at our school. He can date any woman he wants. He’s slept with most of the popular women. He doesn’t want me to be his date.


But the way his hand grips my waist, as he starts leading me outside, it seems I heard him right.


Eyes. That’s all I see when we walk outside, where the band is playing by the infinity pool.

Everyone’s eyes are on me. The guy’s eyes rake over my cleavage and smirk at Sebastian approvingly. While the women alternate being glaring at me and giving Sebastian a sweet, come-here look.


I swallow, trying to get the lump in my throat to go down, but it’s no use. I’m not in my element. I don’t do parties. I don’t hang out in crowds. I don’t like attention. I prefer running down the road by myself with nothing but my playlist to keep me company.


Sebastian ignores the stares and leads me over to where a group of his friends is hanging out drinking their beer and wine around a cocktail table.


He greets them, but never takes his hand off my waist.


“And you are?” one of the women to my right asks. Her voice is much too high. And she chugs her wine in one motion, before she looks at me again, as she makes a noise in her throat that sounds like a threatening growl.


“I’m—”


“This is Larkyn. She’s my date for tonight,” Sebastian says, pulling me tighter into his body, so I get a whiff of his cologne. It’s a strong scent, and it seems he used too much, but it doesn’t matter. He’s still appealing no matter how much of the stuff he uses. Especially when he keeps calling me his date.


The woman scuffs and signals the waiter for another drink. The three men standing around the table all chuckle in unison like they know a secret I’m not in on.


Sebastian glances behind us. “Dance with me.”


“Um…” I don’t get a chance to say I don’t dance. That I’ve never danced. He takes the last swig of his beer before taking my almost full glass of wine from my hands and sets it down on the cocktail table.


His hand moves to the small of my back as he leads me to the dance floor. My body feels hot as I gaze around at all the other people on the floor grinding their bodies together. It doesn’t look like dancing. It looks like sex.


My eyes stare up at Sebastian’s as he stands in front of me and starts moving to the music. While I stand frozen. I don’t know how to dance to this music. He doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he grabs my hand and gently pulls me to his body. He twirls me around and grabs my hips, pulling me to his body, so my back presses against his front.


His hands guide me, as his body sways to the music, and I do the same. Our bodies glide together to the beat of the music. I don’t know what to do with my hands, but I find them running over his, which glue to my hips.


I spot Serena out of the corner of my eye. She’s dancing with her boyfriend. She must have snuck him in.


I smile.


Tonight is going to be a good night, even if nothing else happens. Dancing in Sebastian’s arms, I can pretend I’m his. Pretend I live in a world of popular kids with fancy cars. I can pretend this is what I want. And who I am.


“You smell incredible,” Sebastian says, grinding harder.


I blush. I can’t take a compliment.


I want to turn and look at him, but I don’t dare. My knees are already weak enough. If I turn and see his blue eyes staring at me like he wants to devour me, I’ll lose my mind. I’d probably melt right here. Merely disappear into a puddle on the floor. Or worse yet, he might kiss me, and I’m afraid the act of him sweeping his tongue into my mouth might be enough for my body to orgasm. Here, in front of everyone.


He needs to stop the public displays of affection before I lose it.


He doesn’t listen to my inner turmoil though. Instead, he makes it worse, by nuzzling my neck. And then, yep, I’m going to lose it, he kisses my neck, running his slick tongue across my sensitive skin.


My knees buckle, and he catches me in his arms, tightening his grip around my waist.


He chuckles. “Don’t worry; I got you. I’m used to women getting a little weak around me.”


My cheeks are bright red now. He’s cocky, but I don’t care. Usually, I would hate guys who say stuff like that. But not guys who are as hot as Sebastian is. Not when he’s holding me tightly against his hard body.


Sebastian King could be my first. And that petrifies me. He could ruin me for all other men. Because it’s not like he will stick around after the first night. Not when he realizes how inexperienced I am in bed.


He starts kissing my neck again, and my eyes close, enjoying his touch and trying to forget about everything else. Who cares that this won’t last? I didn’t set out tonight to get into a relationship. I set out to find a guy who wants to sleep with me And Sebastian King does.


“Want to get another drink?” he says suddenly against my neck.


I moan.


He chuckles again.


Ugh. I need to stop moaning and getting weak in the knees every time he speaks, or he’s going to realize I’ve never had a man touch me like he’s groping me now.


Chapter 2


Larkyn


“Drink?” he asks again, reminding me of the question.


Drink? He wants to get a drink now?


I sigh. I guess Sebastian isn’t as into dancing as I am with him. Drinking means he won’t have his hands all over my body as he does now. But I don’t have a choice. If I say no, he might stop hanging out with me altogether.


“Sure.”


I open my eyes as his hand slides down to my butt. I squeak when he pinches it, and I chance a glance.


He’s smirking at me, his hands guiding me off the dance floor back to where his friends are still drinking. I glance over at them as we approach with his hand still on my backside. They are all staring, and then the woman who asked who I was before is no longer blinking her eyelashes as she glares, trying to make me disappear with her eyes.


I swallow hard and turn my glance away from them, trying to keep my confidence to continue letting Sebastian touch me like he is.


My eyes lock with a pair of dark eyes. The eyes of a man sitting by himself. He’s holding a full whiskey glass, wearing a dark suit, which makes him blend in with the darkness around him. I can’t get a good look at his features, except for his eyes. Intensely would be an understatement. This man has already undressed me with his eyes, peeled off a few layers of skin, and reached my soul.


I don’t know who he is or why he’s staring. He glances away a second later, and I’m not even sure if he was staring at me.


I turn my attention back to the table as we stop at the edge of it.


A waiter appears the second she sees Sebastian off the dance floor and without a drink.


“Wine again or something stronger?” he asks me.


My stomach churns and my heart races.


“Stronger.”


He grins, liking my answer. He speaks to the waiter, but I don’t hear what he says, and a few minutes later I’ve taken three shots of tequila. I feel good. Amazing. And I no longer care what Avril and Naomi think of me. That’s what the bs’ names are, I’ve learned.


I’ve also learned drinking with Sebastian is just as enjoyable as dancing. He’s spent the entire time with his arms wrapped around my body while he presses against me from behind. The only time he ever stops is when he has to speak with the waiter to get us another round of drinks.


“Heckl yes!” Blake says. This is the third time I’ve heard him say, ‘heck yes’ to anything anyone suggests, so it’s not surprising he says it now.


“It’s finally warm enough to use the pool without you women complaining it’s cold,” Duncan says, eyeing Naomi.


Naomi doesn’t look at Duncan’s hungry eyes. She’s only interested in Sebastian’s. I try not to let any jealousy in. But I know Naomi and Sebastian have hooked up before. And if I don’t hold Sebastian’s attention, he could easily decide Naomi is the better option for tonight.


Sebastian holds a shot of tequila out to me, and I grab the glass, although I’m not sure if my stomach can handle another.


I suck in a sharp breath when I feel him place the salt on my neck. I’ve seen several of the men do it to some of the other girls here before. But he’s never done it to me.


I feel lightheaded, like I’m floating out of my body. Even though he’s had his mouth on my neck several times now, this feels more intimate.


“Shots!” Duncan yells.


Then, Sebastian’s mouth is on my neck, sucking, as he licks the salt off, and then we both do the shot. I shake my head, hating the taste since I forgot the salt first. I need to try this game in reverse,

so I get to lick the salt of one of his body parts. But I’m not brazen enough to try it, not without his suggestion.


He grabs for a lime and expertly drops it, so it buries in my cleavage. I go to snatch it, but he spins me around and leans down, retrieving it with his teeth as his lips brush over my cleavage.


My body warms, and my thoughts shatter. That was…hot.


He sucks on the lime a minute and removes it, smirking at me as usual.


I’m frozen. I can’t move. I’m pretty sure I just dreamed that, because there is no way Sebastian had his face buried between my breasts.


But I get an evil glare again from Naomi, and I know it happened.


Sebastian interlocks his hand with mine, and he tugs me toward the pool, which has been mostly empty the entire night, except for the occasional drunk guy who decides to toss a girl into the pool fully clothed. Why do guys think that’s a good idea? Women hate it. There is no way they are persuading any woman to sleep with them after that.


I glance around, looking for the pool house or someplace where people are changing clothes. I don’t see one, but this house is large enough I’m sure there is one.


My eyes pop open when I see Naomi grab the hem of her dress and jerk it over her head until she’s left in nothing but her black lacy thong underwear. Her dress was low cut, so she isn’t wearing a bra, and she has no problem with the stares she’s getting. I’m pretty sure every man in the area became aroused at the sight of her.


Oof.


I can’t strip. I’m not wearing a bra either, and there is no way any guy here is going to be impressed by my much smaller chest.


Women all around me continue stripping down to their bras and underwear, while the men remove their dress pants and jackets down to their underwear.


“Oh!” I squeal unexpectedly, when one of the guys strips until he’s butt naked.


Sebastian laughs.


“Don’t worry. I won’t let Duncan touch you or come near you. You’re mine, for tonight,” Sebastian says.


I grin like an idiot. I love hearing him call me his.


But my grin falters the second I see Sebastian begin to strip next to me. His shirt is gone, revealing the muscles I’ve been feeling all night, and then his pants are gone, making his excitement much more noticeable beneath his boxer briefs.


I gulp as my eyes rake over his body. I need to stop staring, but I can’t.


“Like what you see?” he chuckles in my ear.


I force my eyes to drag up to his eyes instead of his privates. But my heart hates me a little for it.

“Sorry.”


He lifts my chin up and then his lips are on mine. Exploring, tasting, devouring.


He stops and kisses me a moment later. “Don’t be sorry,” he says like the kiss was nothing.


Kisses mean nothing to a guy like Sebastian, but to me, kisses like that are rare. No, kisses like that never happen in my world.


I’m frozen as I watch Sebastian walk to the pool’s diving board.


“Come on, baby,” he says, doing a flip before diving in, in a perfect arch. His body gracefully hits the water and people cheer, holding up their hands, giving him a score of a ten for his incredible dive.


My mouth drops open, and I know I’m drooling. I snap my mouth shut, but it doesn’t stop my erratic breathing.


I start taking a step forward, needing to be in Sebastian’s arms. I realize I’m supposed to strip, so I hesitate at the edge of the pool while a dozen or so eyes stare up at me.


My hands tremble. I can’t do this. I can’t strip in front of these people. I’m not ashamed of my body, in fact, I love my body. But these people come from money. They have perfect bodies to go with their flashy dresses and expensive houses. Their parents have provided them with an incredible start to life with substantial trust funds waiting for them when they graduate to turn into billion-dollar businesses.


They are elite, while I’m ordinary. I may have abs of steel, but I don’t come from money. I didn’t get a boob-job like half the women in the pool to add curves. I’m flat, yet strong. And I have no intention of showing them just how ordinary I am.


Sebastian stares up at me expectedly, but even his gorgeous body isn’t enough to convince me to strip naked.


Then, I see Naomi swimming toward him planning on taking advantage of my hesitation. If I don’t jump in, she’ll be the one in Sebastian’s bed tonight. Not me.


My hand goes to my back, pulling on the zipper without thinking. The zipper slides halfway down and then stops. No matter how hard I pull the zipper, it won’t budge.


Naomi swims faster, and I jerk my body, trying to get the zipper to go down far enough that I can rip the dress over my head. The jerking makes me lose my balance though, and before I realize what’s happening, I feel the warm water consuming me as I crash into the pool.


I pop my head back up hoping people won’t care, but of course, they care. Laughter, hysterical laughter is breaking out all around me. Even Sebastian is laughing at me.


Dammit.


I give up. I can’t fit in with these people even for one night. Not long enough to get laid, that’s for sure. I should have stuck with someone in my own league.


Sebastian swims toward me.


“Here, let me help you,” he says.


“No, that’s ok—”


I stop when his hands touch my back. In the few moments of embarrassment, I forgot how electrifying it feels to have his hands on my skin.


He unzips the dress and reaches for the hem, pulling the dress off my wet body. No one can see my body under the water. This might actually work out for me. Then I move and realize my stupid heels are still on.


Before I realize what’s happening, Sebastian has lifted me to the edge of the pool so that he can work on removing my shoes.


Silence.


I glance around, as the stares burn into my body. No one is laughing. And the men are wide-eyed as they stare at my body. My cheeks flush and my heart races, but I soon realize they are looking at me like they ogled at Naomi. Even some of the women are gazing at me appreciatively.


“Wow,” Sebastian says, as he removes my second shoe. Somehow he already removed the first one without me noticing.


My eyes fall to his, as he stares at my boobs, and then my abs, like I did his cock earlier.


“Like what you see?” I ask, boldly repeating his words.


He smirks and grabs my waist, pulling me back into the pool and to his body.


“Fk yea. Incredible.”


I smile.


“How did you get abs like this?” he asks, raking his fingers over my stomach. “I might need some tips.” He winks.


I laugh. “I don’t think you need help getting abs.” I glance down at his eight-pack.


He shrugs. “I guess we have something in common.”


He kisses my lips again without warning, while my legs wrap around his waist and my arms wrap around his neck. I’ve never been this naked with a man before. But I’m not sure I want to wear clothes ever again.


His kisses trail down my neck, and I shiver.


“You cold?” he asks.


I shake my head no, as I shudder again when he licks my neck.


He smirks. “We are getting out. Larkyn’s cold.”


I pout. “I’m not—”


His lips slam into mine again, shutting me up. I moan as his tongue brushes against mine. I kiss him back hungrily, knowing at least my kissing skills are on par. But if he wants sex, he’s going to have to take the lead, because I have no clue what I’m doing.


He finally forces me to stop kissing when I realize the others are protesting us leaving the pool.


“I’m sorry, but Larkyn’s cold. I’m going to get her some clothes from upstairs to change into. You guys enjoy the pool. We will see you later.” He winks at me to play along with being cold.


“Yes, I’m so cold,” I say, faking trembling again to keep up the ruse.


Sebastian chuckles as he carries me up the steps of the pool. I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, and my front pressed firmly against his chest, so no one gets a view of my breasts again.


“Let’s get you into some dry clothes, but first you need to get naked and have a hot shower to warm you up.”


I bite my lip to keep from smiling too brightly because I know what he’s not saying. He wants to sleep with me. And I’m more than happy to let him.


Chapter 3


Larkyn


Sebastian pushes the door open to his bedroom and kicks it shut behind him.


“Should you lock that?” I ask, between kisses, but I realize I don’t care if the door is locked or not. If locking the door means having to stop kissing for a second, then I prefer unlocked.


He doesn’t answer me. He kisses me until I’m moaning and purring like a kitten without an off switch.


He pushes me back against the bed, as his rocklike body stays cemented to mine, our smooth wet skin slick against each other.


“Why didn’t I find you earlier?” he growls, as he leans back to earn a view of my body again.


My instinct is to cover my body, but then I notice the way his nostrils flare every time he takes a breath. The way his lips part a little more and his breathing is erratic with every gaze of my body. He wants my body. Just as I want his.


His fingers move down my body and hook into my white cotton panties. Most women wear lace thongs or nothing at all. I didn’t want to lose my virginity while feeling like someone else. But now, in this moment, I wish I’d borrowed something of Serena’s as she offered. At least I shaved.


My heart pounds in my chest as his fingers start lowering my panties. Fluttering creeps up from deep in my belly. And an unfamiliar ache throbs between my legs, begging for relief.


This is it. I’m going to be completely naked in front of a man. And he’s going to take my virginity.


This is my last chance to back out. His eyes stare at mine, give me one final warning to back out now, because once he starts, there is no stopping him. But I don’t want him to stop.


My friends told me their first times were horrible. The guy was inexperienced and didn’t know what he was doing. But my first time is going to be incredible. Because I’m doing it with Sebastian frickin’ King. The king of experience, and the epitome of sexiness.


I swallow, trying to find my voice to tell him this is precisely what I want. But swallowing doesn’t do enough to give me a voice. I have none. Sebastian stole it. It’s his now, like every other part of my body. I hope I can retrieve it when he’s done with me. Because otherwise, this is going to hurt like a motherfker when he leaves.


He leers like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Ruining me. Making my body experience things I didn’t think I could feel for a man I just met. Then shred my heart.


It’s still worth it.


He starts lowering my panties, and my hips buck, impatiently needing him to move faster. Not because I’m afraid one of us will back out, but because my body literally can’t handle another second of being a virgin. I need him, the ache between my legs is building, and I can’t hold it off any longer.


I need him rocking back and forth in an exquisite way, making me scream his name and want him forever. I’m not stupid; I know I only get him for tonight. My name doesn’t have enough pull in this town for him to want me for more than one night. And I’m not experienced enough to make sex worth him coming back for more.


“You need to get back downstairs now. Duncan got in a fight with James over Naomi,” a beaming voice makes me jump.


Sebastian curses under his breath, but doesn’t move as he frowns, straddling my body on the bed, like he’s going to regret his next move.


I can’t see who entered Sebastian’s bedroom, Sebastian’s body is still covering me. Which means the intruder can’t see my naked body either. It should bring me some comfort, but it doesn’t.


“Shove off Kade! Can’t you tell I’m busy?” Sebastian says.


Kade? I try to figure out where I know that name, but I can’t place it. It’s familiar, but isn’t. I don’t think I’ve had any classes with a Kade, and I don’t think Sebastian has any close friends named Kade. I don’t know what he is doing here.


“I don’t care. I’m not here to clean up your messes.”


Sebastian rolls his eyes and turns his head abruptly toward the intruder as he presses deeper between my legs. So close, yet so far.


“Then, why are you here? I thought you were here to look out for your little brother and to celebrate me graduating next month. I thought you grew a heart and gave a crap about me?”


Kade growls. “I am here for you. You’re an adult now, though. I’m not dealing with this anymore. You do what you want, just thought you should know Duncan and James are fighting. Last I checked,

they broke two bar stools and were getting close to the big screen TV of yours. And I’m pretty sure Mrs. Plitt called the cops.”


Sebastian curses, as his body springs off of me and races out of the room.


I don’t rank as high as his TV. My eyes water, but I blink once, and the threat of tears is gone. I won’t cry over a guy. No way. That won’t happen. Ever.


I shiver, my body cold now Sebastian’s warm body is no longer pressed against me. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware I’m naked except for my panties. And Kade still hasn’t left.


My hand reaches out instinctively for the blanket lying on the edge of the bed. I need to cover my mostly naked body as fast as possible. Before I yell at this jerk for ruining my night.


Maybe if I stay here naked in Sebastian’s bed, he will find me when he returns and pick up right where he left off?


Who am I kidding? I have the worst luck when it comes to guys. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to lose my virginity. I’ve had guys throw up on me, fall asleep, or get a text from an ex all seconds before we were about to do the deed. This is just my luck. The universe really doesn’t want me to have sex.


I jerk the blanket to my body, attempting to cover myself, as I get the nerve to glance up at the man standing over me.


He’s gaping at me. His eyes take their time as he lazily explores my body with his, like my body is his to peer at.


My body warms under his gaze, and I forget why I wanted to cover up with the blanket in the first place. He’s a complete stranger to me, but I let him stare at my body that is barely covered with a blanket. I want him to gape. Need him to.


It’s a different stare than how Sebastian looked at me. But then, this man looks nothing like Sebastian. Sebastian has light shady hair and a fit body with a little stubble on his chin. This man is much taller than Sebastian. His hair is dark, and there is stubble on his chin and neck, although from the business suit he is wearing, I’m sure he shaved this morning, but it grew back by the end of the day.


Sebastian is still a boy. A college guy who lives for fun. Kade is a man. I’m not sure he even knows what fun is from how he’s standing, like something serious is happening.


I thought I wanted Sebastian, but maybe Kade would do. He might not be as light-hearted as Sebastian is, but he oozes maturity. Kade knows how to handle a woman in bed, and the glimmer in his eyes says he would be happy to help me out.


I stare a moment longer, realizing the familiarity in his gaze. He was the pair of dark eyes I saw staring at me earlier. But his eyes aren’t dark, not now that I’ve looked at them closer. They are auburn. Brightly glowing as he continues staring.


“You’re staring,” I say, pointing out the obvious. My voice is snarky, but I don’t cover up or tell him to get out. Because I’d gladly swap one brother for the other.


What’s wrong with me? I’ve become one of those women. The kind who only sees guys like a piece of meat, who are here to ravish me. The kind who doesn’t require any standards. No date. No conversation. No romance. I’m that desperate for sex.


He grins, and I see the little dimple form on his rough cheek. Yep, I’m one of those women who will give up my body to a sex god without thinking about the consequences. I’ve become the women I hate, and I won’t apologize for it. I may not be able to convince a man like this to date me or take me seriously. But right now, dripping wet and practically naked, I know I can get him to take my virginity. No man can resist a naked woman.


Kade closes the door Sebastian left cracked open when he dashed out. I hear the sharp lock of the door as he turns the lock, preventing Sebastian or anyone from entering.


My eyes widen, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling too wide.


I’m going to taste two Kings in one night. My luck has changed.


He turns, and his eyes sink into my body again, making me squirm.


I want him.


He wants me.


Regret can form in the morning, now all I feel is lust.


My eyes cut to the bulge in his pants, confirming what his eyes are telling me. He wants me. There is no doubt about it.


He walks toward me, but I can’t keep my eyes off the bulge. My cheeks flush the longer I stare, but I don’t think there is any way I can be more embarrassed than I’ve already been tonight.


His hands press on either side of my head, but I can’t focus on anything except his face that hovers over mine. He’s going to kiss me.


I wet my lips in anticipation. Not sure how Kade’s lips will be able to top Sebastian’s, but as his lips lower and my toes curl before he touches me, I think he might be able to kiss better.


My heart pounds, my breathing stops, and my eyes close waiting for the kiss.


No kiss happens.


My eyes fly open, and he’s smirking over me.


“Get dressed Larkyn, and I’ll call you a car.”


My mouth falls open, and my eyes widen. How does he know my name? And why does he want me to get dressed and leave? I thought…dang. He’s not into me at all. His night, with his own date, was probably interrupted to deal with Sebastian’s problems. But I don’t remember a woman sitting next to him when he was staring.


“What?” That’s what comes out of my mouth. I’m a genius.


Kade pulls away. And I’m cold. And pissed.


I jump out of the bed letting the blanket fall to the bed. I’m still naked except for my panties as I watch Kade dig through Sebastian’s drawers.


My anger pulses through me, but I don’t know what to do with it. I’m not confrontational. I can’t even stand up for basic things I want in my life. I have no idea how to stand up to a complete stranger. But if I don’t do something, my anger is going to explode out of me.


“You don’t get to tell me what to do! Sebastian invited me up here. I’ll wait for him to return.” I cross my arms over my chest as I glare at him. There. I did it. I told someone what I was thinking when I was feeling it. Mission accomplished.


Except Kade either didn’t hear me or is completely ignoring me as he pulls some clothes out of the drawer and slams it shut, making me jump.


He gradually turns to face me.


“You don’t want to lose your virginity to a douche like Sebastian.”


My cheeks turn a brighter shade of red. “How do you…” I can’t finish the sentence. It’s not like ‘virgin’ is etched across my chest. The only person who knows is Serena, and she wouldn’t tell a soul. He doesn’t know I’m a virgin. It’s a guess to get me riled up.


“I’m not a vir—”


He laughs. “Yes, you are. Now, get dressed.” He thrusts the clothes into my hands. I take them because I’m too shocked to think through any of my actions.


“I don’t know what my brother was doing with someone like you,” he says, under his breath.


But I hear his words. And they sting like scorpions. Someone like me. Of course, I’m not good enough for his brother. I don’t have a name worthy of this town. I don’t have a business waiting for me to be able to take over when I graduate. My parents didn’t donate thousands of dollars to the school. I’m a nothing. A nobody. And apparently, I’m not even worthy to screw Sebastian for one night.


I want to yell. I want to scream. Tell Kade he’s wrong. That Sebastian doesn’t deserve me. But I’ve lost my voice. I can’t whisper, let alone scream.


I grab the white T-shirt and jerk it over my head as a pair of shorts falls to the floor. I march toward him, hoping I’m daring enough to speak when I’m right in his face. I open my mouth and nothing.

He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest while he waits.


I hate his smug expression. I may not be able to find the words, but my anger has focused elsewhere.


I knee him hard in the balls and turn, unlock the door, and storm out. I hear him groaning in pain as I exit, and now it’s my turn to smirk.


A smirk that is wiped from my face as I hear his words, “Sebastian definitely shouldn’t be with a woman like you. You’re the kind who would get pregnant after one screw, and he’d be yours forever.”

Tears. Fkn tears.


No.


If there is one thing I’m good at, it’s not crying. Or caring. Or thinking about these foolish people. I don’t need their approval. I’m happy with who I am. I don’t want to be invited to their dumb parties. I don’t want one of their elites to be my first, or my second, or third.


Kade did me a favor. I almost made a huge mistake giving Sebastian something so precious. He would have ruined me. And not in the ‘now I have high expectations for sex’ kind of way. He would have torn my heart to shreds when he made me realize he only slept with me because I looked hot for a moment in a dress, and I was his new infatuation. Or the more likely scenario, he was drunk and he’d already fked all the women at his party.


I’ll keep my virginity until I find a guy who thinks of me as somebody.


I storm down the stairs, and I feel everyone gawking.


Jeez.


I’m only wearing a white T-shirt and my panties. I didn’t think to pick up the shorts I dropped.

I hear the snickers. This should be the most embarrassing moment of the night. It’s not. And I refuse to go back upstairs to put more clothes on. Not even to retrieve my dress and shoes I left upstairs. I refuse.


Instead, I keep walking through the crowd searching for Serena, but I can’t find her anywhere. I didn’t bring my phone. There was nowhere to hide it in my dress, and I didn’t want to keep up with a purse. So I can’t call her or an Uber to take me home. Not that I could afford an Uber even if I had my phone.


I should have waited for Kade to call me a car before I kneed him in the balls.

I grin again, thinking about how he’s going to spend the rest of his night with an ice pack to his crotch.


Worth it.


I step out into the chilly night, my arms wrapping around myself and my legs sprouting goosebumps. My feet tingle from the cold concrete. When did it get so cold out? It’s almost May. It’s supposed to be warm.


I look down the long driveway that leads to a dark street. I live four miles from here. It’s nothing, and if I jogged, I’d be home in twenty minutes.


But I don’t have any shoes on.


It’s cold.


It’s dark.


And I’m pissed and frustrated, when I should be satisfied and blissfully ignorant. I should be asleep upstairs in Sebastian’s bed.


Instead, I’m walking home in the dark. Screw my life.

 
 
 

Comments


Post: Blog2_Post

Subscribe Form

Thanks for submitting!

00353871040717

©2021 by MiMi BanDy. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page