“Do you know how proud of you I am?” he whispered. “That you got away? That you defended yourself against those sick fucks?” His tongue was in my ear, his cool breath danced over the hairs on my neck. “My strong girl.” His hand moved from my stomach, traveling further up, his fingertips grazed the underside of my breast. I couldn’t hold back the long moan that came out even if I’d tried. Jake responded with a groan from deep within his throat. “If I knew who those guys were—” He tried to pull me even closer. “—the one you stabbed in the eye—” I felt his hardness against my leg through the thin fabric of his sweat pants as he pressed against me. “—I would find out if you really had finished off that fat fuck.” His hand moved further until he was cupping and massaging my breast in his palm. “If you hadn’t and I found him alive—” He brushed his thumb over my nipple and back again. I writhed against him, arching into his touch. “—I would tear that one-eyed bastard limb from fucking limb for you.” In one quick motion he had ripped my panties off, tossing the scrap of fabric to the floor. “Then, I’d end him with a bullet through his fucking skull. Would you like that baby?”

“Mmmmmmmm……” My body released a flush of wetness between my legs.

“Answer me, Bee.” He kneaded my breasts in his palms then rolled my nipples in between his fingers. “I need to know if you would like it if I put him to ground for you.”

No secrets. No lies.

“Yes,” I answered honestly. I arched my back into him.

Jake moaned into my neck. He pulled on my shoulder and positioned me onto my back. He lowered himself over me, holding my face in his hands. We were looking right into each other.

Broken soul to broken soul.

Jake’s bare chest pressed against mine, his hardness and my softness finally together. “Now that we know all of each others’ secrets…” He dipped his fingers below my belly button, teasing my skin until he made his way in between my legs, cupping my mound. All I could do was moan.

I was done with words anyway.

All my hesitation was gone. The voice that had always told me to run was a distant memory. I had lost my ability to have a conversation sometime after he ran his thumb over my nipple. A pulling sensation in my lower stomach had already started.

Jake pushed his hand down lower, until his fingers found my wetness and spread it over my sensitive nub. At the same time, he sucked my right nipple into his mouth, lavishing his tongue over and over the hardened peak as his fingers stroked my tender flesh.

My body had never been so alert. It was as if his mouth was right on my core. Every lick, every gyration, every sound he made sent me further and further toward a place I wasn’t familiar with.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said again. He covered my mouth with his, stroking my lips with his tongue, urging me to open for him. When I did, he tasted my tongue in long slow strokes before breaking our kiss to lavish his attentions on the nipple he hadn’t yet tasted.

“You know I’ve never done this before,” I whispered. Since I’d never just come out and said it, it felt foreign to me. I guess I was technically a virgin, although I never really felt like one.

I may never have had sex, but I’d lost my innocence a long time ago.

Jake looked up into my eyes while he pressed two fingers inside me, pushing them in as far as his hand would let him go. I gasped at the new sensation while he watched my reaction, a sly smile on his face. He slowly and expertly pumped his fingers in and out. His thumb circled my clit in a torturous rhythm of fast and slow, hard and soft. I bucked my hips at the sensation of him touching the most sensitive part of my body. The pulling inside grew stronger and a pressure had started to build low in my stomach.

“I know,” Jake whispered. His beautiful lips were curled up in a crooked grin.

“I may not be any good at this,” I said.

“Not fucking possible,” Jake said.

“And you still want to? Even though I’ve never…” I trailed off. The pulling was building faster, and I had forgotten what I was about to say.

“Fuck yes.” He circled my clit faster, applying more pressure. I bucked under him, writhing around for some sort of release. He continued to fuck me with his fingers.

“You see, Abby, a respectable man would probably not want to take your virginity. Some guys, the kind with manners or morals, would even be turned off at the thought of being your first, but like I’ve tried to tell you–” He leaned in closer, and his lips brushed against my neck when he whispered in my ear. “I’m not like those men.” He pressed firmly on my clit. The pressure that had been building exploded in a blinding white hot release, sending shock waves from my toes to my neck, my insides pulsed and clenched as I rode out the new waves of sensation that just kept coming.