Page 45 of Finally Moore
“Definea while.” She chuckles. “According to Hannah, I’ve reached the point of revirginization.”
“How long does that take?”
Scarlett shrugs. “She says twelve months.”
Fuck, thatisa long time. But then I remember she moved to townovera year ago, and now I have a sudden urge to find out the guy’s name and kick his ass.
Who the fuck am I?I’m starting to sound a lot like my brothers and I’m not sure that’s a good thing…
I’m so lost in my head, wondering who was in this bed before I was, that I don’t realize Scarlett’s still talking until she answers my lingering question without me even having to ask it.
“But since it’s been double that, I’m not sure if it makes me an ultra-virgin or something. Honestly, I don’t know…” she rambles on. “Hannah says the craziest shit sometimes.” She laughs.
Two years?I find myself grinning as a strange sense of satisfaction settles in my chest.
“So,” she draws out the word. “Since we’re on the subject, what about you? How long has it been since your last… you know?”
“Not twelve months,” I tell her.
“What? Like three weeks?”
Ah, that’s what she really wants to know.
I decide to stop evading the subject and ease her worry. “No, more like four months.”
“Four months?”
I see the unspoken part of the question on her face. But, no, we aren’t taking this conversation to that level. She really doesn’t need to hear the details about how I had a brief, sex-driven summer fling with Kat, a girl who was helping wait tables at Harper’s during her break from college. The relationship was nothing but a bunch of heatwave-induced lust, and it was over the second the record-scorching temps broke. I won’t lie, though. It’s nice to see I’m not the only one with green eyes tonight.
“Yup, but it doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t?”
“Nope.” I cup her breast in my open palm. “I’m far more interested in this moment,” I say, then suck her nipple between my teeth. “Nothing else matters.”
She combs her fingers through my hair and pulls me tighter against her chest. “I like that,” she mumbles, and I suck harder while she arches her back.
I release her tit with a pop. “But if we’re gonna go another round, we’re gonna need some supplies.”
“Supplies?”
“Yup.” As much as I hate to do it, I push up from the bed, remove the used condom, and pull on my pants. “Food… and more condoms.”
“I might have one of those things covered.” Scarlett bites her lip as her eyes dart to her nightstand. I follow her line of sight, pull out the top drawer, and sure enough there’s a brand-new value pack nestled next to an intimidating army of vibrators. I arch a brow, and she chuckles. “What? A girl has needs.”
Surplus in hand, I jump back into bed and pull Scarlett on top of my waist. Her hair curtains her face as she smiles down at me. I brush it back to get a better view. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that pussy of yours is well taken care of.”
“They… they don’t bother you?”
I can only assume she means the vibrators. I shake my head. “No. Maybe one day soon your battery-powered boyfriends can join us. But right now…” I kiss the column of her neck. “I want you all to myself.”
“We still need food,” she reminds me.
I tug her face back to mine. “You’d be surprised what I can whip up with a few pantry staples,” I say, then seal my words with another kiss.
Chapter nineteen
Scarlett