Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“You are beautiful,” I whisper, the truth torn from my throat. I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else. I’ve spent my whole life waiting. But I never expected that I would actually get a miracle, and that is exactly what Joy Jolly is. She is my personal miracle.
“Wait,” she gasps. “I have to...tell you…”
I don’t care about whatever she’s going to confess. All I care about is watching her come undone one more time. I have to have this. Then at least I can go to my grave knowing what she looks like when she’s coming on my cock.
“Tell me later.” As soon as I say the words, I press my lips to hers. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her gasps and her cries as she rides out her orgasm.
I follow her over the edge, spilling into the condom, and desperately wishing all of my seed was going into her.
As the pleasure recedes, I press a soft kiss to her forehead and pull out of her carefully. I dispose of the condom quickly, noting the pink streaks. I want to pound on my chest at the proof of her virginity, at knowing I was the one she chose as her first.
When I return to the room, I find her right where I left her. I join her on the bed, relieved she isn’t already trying to leave me. I stretch out and pull her over my chest. I need to feel her weight against me. Need her to anchor me, so I know this isn’t another one of my late-night fantasies. She’s here. She’s real. She’s with me.
“What did you need to tell me?” I finally ask when I’ve built up enough nerve. I’ve run straight into dangerous situations and never once blinked. But here, with Joy sprawled across my chest, this feels like the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” She sounds sad, and it breaks my heart. I don’t want the night to end like this. I want her to leave with a smile on her face.
“I was thinking about ordering room service. What would you like?” I ask to distract both of us from the painful ending that’s coming in a few minutes.
If I can have just a few more minutes in her presence, just a few more stolen hours together. That will be enough to get me through for the rest of my life. It has to be.
“Have you ever done this before?” Her voice is tentative when she asks the question, like she doesn’t really want to know the answer.
“Ordered room service before?” I ask because I’m not sure what she wants to know. But I will never lie to her. I love her with every beat of my heart.
“Hooked up with a stranger. Who am I kidding? You’re beautiful. Of course you’ve hooked up with other people.” She tries to rise from my chest. She wants to get away from this conversation. But I can’t have her running away, not while she’s thinking what she’s thinking.
I tighten my hold on her. “This is the first and the only time I’ve ever done this.”
She searches my face for a long moment then she says so softly I almost miss her words. “Me too.”
“You’re a really good kisser.” She just looks so damn lonely. I don’t want her to be lonely. I want her to be happy when she’s with me. Always so damn happy. It’s my mission in life, my purpose, to make her happy.
Her cheeks redden. Fuck me, that blush is adorable. Even after all we’ve done together, the way I licked her twice, she’s still so easy to embarrass. “It’s good when you’re into your partner.”
“No, it’s you. You’re good at all of this,” I tell her.
Her gaze drops to my chest. “Would you believe that I was a virgin until tonight?”
“Glad I could be your first,” I tell her, meaning it. “You’re mine too.”
“You can’t be serious,” she says. She’s staring at me like she can’t quite believe what I’m telling her.
I shrug, refusing to feel shame. If anything, I’m proud of the choices I made. At least, when it comes to my sexual history. “I knew from the time I was a teenager that I wanted to go into the military. I couldn’t stand the idea that I might get a girl pregnant and have to leave my child behind. When I have kids, I want to be an involved dad. I want to be there for them every moment of the day.”
After the blast, I had given up on the idea of having a family. I didn’t think that I would get one. But then I met Joy. And now, despite everything, there are these moments when I have the tiniest flicker of hope that I can have a family of my own.