Page 71 of Making the Save

“All of them were fake?” He looked at me with such sympathy that I felt the pain of this stupid situation I was in, all over again.

“All of them,” I said with some relief. It had been a shameful stupid secret for years. “I became like a reputation laundering business. Guys would date me, cheat on me, but come out smelling like roses, while I stayed a virgin, trapped in a bad reputation.”

Wyatt

Our hot waterwas going to run out, but there was no way I was letting her leave this shower now. Just when I thought I couldn’t admire Sydney Malloy more, she showed me how wrong I was.

It killed me that she’d never learned to trust anyone, and the second she did, she got told she messed it up. No wonder she didn’t let anyone close. No wonder the second she felt safe she cut loose. I was just so fucking humbled that it was me she felt safe with. She trusted me that day in Vegas. She trusted me today with her body and with this story.

I reached forward and adjusted the water temperature, trying to keep the hot water for a little longer. I accidentally nudged her with my cock, which was still very invested in her beautiful naked body. Honest to God, those nipples of hers would haunt me for the rest of my life. The perfect pink, the color of something secret.

Her hand twitched like she wanted to touch me and my cock throbbed in reaction.

“Ignore. It.” This was for both her and me. “I still wish you’d told me.”

“Wyatt,” she said, giving me a knowing look. “If I had told you, you would have made it a big deal.”

The thought of what would have happened if I’d done what I wanted to do to her, made my blood run cold. Throwing her on the couch, fucking her from behind. I would have hurt her. Bad.

“Tink, I hurt you. That’s why I’m so pissed right now. A guy has got to know shit like that, so you don’t get hurt.”

“I just wanted it over,” she said. “So it would finally be done.”

“Well, it’s over,” I said. “And it was a shit experience for you. So, we can both be mad about that.”

“It was okay, up until, you know, that last part.”

A virgin. Her first time left her bleeding and upset. I felt like an ass.

At the very least, I could give her something to take away from this. I wanted to get down on my knees and kiss away the pain. I wanted to spread those pink lips with my tongue and try to make this better.

“Has anyone gone down on you before?” I asked her. I ran the flat of my hand down her arm, sweeping away the water that gathered in her elbow and collarbones. I traced a water drop down her breast, watching her reaction as my finger slipped over her nipple.

She gasped and the heat between us came back full blast.

“What?”

“Has anyone put their mouth between your legs? Made you come with their tongue? Licked you up until there was nothing left?”

Her mouth fell open and she shook her head. Her eyes hazy with desire.

Another first. This one I would get right.

I pushed her back until her shoulders were against the tiles, and then, ignoring the throb in my bad knee and the twinge in my ankle, I got down on my knees in front of her. The water hitting the back of my head and running down my neck.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, her fingers in my hair. Her thumb traced the curve of my ear and I loved it so much.

“Kissing it better,” I said, and looked up at her. The perfect slope of her taut stomach and the weight of her breasts. “Do you trust me, Syd?”

Without hesitation, she nodded.

“Good. Come here,” I said, and slipped one of her legs over my shoulder and I was face to face with the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. Pink and glistening. She wasn’t bare like so many women were these days. She had a little cloud of tidy dark hair. It killed me that I’d caused her any pain. I ran my thumbs acrossthe lips of her pussy and watched her jump. The muscles of her sleek stomach tightening and releasing.

“Wyatt,” she breathed.

“Right here, baby,” I breathed back, blowing air across her pussy. I leaned forward slowly so there weren’t any surprises and kissed that little cloud of hair. I put out my tongue and found the top of her slit, tasted her, and my cock got impossibly harder. I slipped my tongue in deeper until I brushed the hard bead of her clit.

She jumped, her hands coming up to clasp my head. I waited for her to push me away, to be too shy. But not my girl. We’d come to some place honest and she was nervous, sure, but she wanted this as much as I did.