Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories) (39 page)

Sally immediately felt ashamed; more ashamed than she ever had in her entire life. It was like every horrible dream about showing up naked for a test rolled into one. She covered her face with her hands, body wracked with sobs as the horrible thing she’d done crashed down. And then she felt his hands on her again, and still, even through the shame, she wanted those hands on her more, all over her, on her bare flesh, holding and exploring and…

“Hey,” Geon whispered. “Hey, calm down, calm down. Here, come here.”

Pulling her in, he wrapped his arms around her. Sally laid her head on his bicep, curling herself into him, still shuddering and confused but now letting that heat that she felt in him embrace her from head to toe.

And that’s how they fell asleep.

***

The next morning, Sally woke up alone – and feeling worse than she could ever remember feeling in her entire life. It was as though someone had taken a hose and funnel and syphoned all the serotonin from her body. Her bed felt cold, her skin colder. Rising with a ragged cough, she dragged herself to her computer and immediately looked up all she could on Molly, the drug that Mike had slipped her the night before.

The more she learned, the worse she felt.

What did he think,
she wondered.
That I’d get all high and have sex with him?

But that wasn’t even as bad as remembering what she’d seen right before leaving; Mike and Jess together. And then, even worse, remembering the kiss between her and Geon. Every memory was like a dagger in her heart. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this heartbroken, this awful. Her body alone was sore and sick, never mind her heart and mind.

When she heard the knock on her door, around 3pm, she groaned. By then, she’d retired back to bed, counting on re-runs of
The Office
to help reignite her peppy spirit. She’d put on her favorite pajama top and shorts, thinking it might cheer her up. It hadn’t been working.

She assumed it was her father or Jillae, concerned by the fact that she hadn’t come down for breakfast – or lunch. Sundays were usually very family-oriented, but she’d ignored all the sounds of meal-making and TV-watching that had radiated up from downstairs. And, perhaps, she’d assumed her parents had accepted that she was hungover from the previous night and given her a get-out-of-jail-free card, her senior year being a time when these things were expected to happen.

Guess not,
she thought as she opened the door. But instead of an angry father or stepmother on the other side, she was taken aback to see Geon; and to smell what he’d brought with him. The heavenly smell of cheese and beans wafted up from a sack in his hand. He wore a pair of baggy sweatpants and a tight wife beater. Sally felt rather naked in her light pajamas.

“Sure-fire cure,” he said. Sally’s stomach turned; she’d hoped to avoid Geon for the rest of her life, never have to deal with her intoxicated indiscretion the night before. Surely, they could both pretend it had simply never happened?

Apparently not.

She opened the door wider, letting him in. The smell of nachos and burritos was too enticing to ignore, and as soon as he set the greasy bag down on her nightstand she was opening it, examining the contents. It wasn’t just Taco Bell; it was the
good stuff.
She hadn’t felt hungry all afternoon, but now she was ravenous.

“Uh, thanks,” Sally said, lifting out a heaping Styrofoam platter of nachos. Geon grabbed one of the foil-wrapped burritos and sat beside her on the bed. “So…I mean…this is weird.”

Sally lifted a cheese-covered chip to her mouth and nearly gagged from the scent, but as soon as she put it in her mouth she felt a million times better. Chewing thoughtfully, she wondered if this was some sort of truce, an olive branch to forget all about the night before.

“Yup,” Geon said, taking a bite of his burrito. They ate in silence for a moment, but Sally couldn’t help a satisfied groan, her eyes rolling back into her head as the food soothed her stomach – and soul.

“Um,” Sally said between bites, mind still trying to catch up to normal speed through the fog of her hangover. “So, like…we’re not going to ever talk about last night again. Right?”

Geon looked at her from the corner of his eye. His gaze travelled up and down her figure and Sally felt something stirring in her stomach – something besides cheese-loaded satisfaction.

“If that’s what you want,” he said between bites.

“Is it…is it not what
you
want?” Sally asked, confused. After all, he’d been the one to pull away. If he hadn’t, Sally wasn’t sure she’d been able to stop herself from…

Well, even the thought of it brought a crimson blush to her cheeks.

“I didn’t want to take advantage of you,” Geon said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean it didn’t feel good. I’ve actually been thinking…a lot…about what you asked me last night. And I have another answer. You were always a cute kid, I always thought that, but once we got to high school…well, you just got prettier and prettier and…”

He raised his hands in the air. Sally looked at him quizzically.

“I guess that’s another reason I went the way I did…it hurt enough having to live with you and know you’d never…we’d never…but I’ve always wanted you.”

Sally was taken aback. True, they hadn’t been very close the past few years, but the two had practically grown up together. So why didn’t it feel strange to be speaking this way? Why didn’t it feel strange to imagine where that kiss might have led? Why did it feel…exciting?

“I mean…I thought it felt good too,” Sally said softly, staring down at her half-eaten plate. “The kiss I mean. But…I mean…I thought that was just the drug.”

“It probably was,” Geon said, finishing the last of his burrito and crumpling up the wrapper, tossing it into the bag with a perfect swoop. Sally watched his movements, amazed at his grace. He seemed almost like a panther, all his motions fluid and lithe despite his bulky muscles. She felt something tingling between her legs.

“So…so what do we do? I never knew you felt that way and…and…I guess…I mean, I really
did
hate hearing you with all those girls…” Sally asked, setting her plate to the side and leaning in slightly. She could smell his cologne, and something deep and earthy beneath it.

“Well, we could put it to the test,” Geon said, turning to her to face her full-on, his deep chocolate eyes capturing hers. “You’re not on drugs anymore.”

Sally gulped. He couldn’t possibly be suggesting what he was suggesting. And she couldn’t possibly be responding to it the way she was. When she blinked, she imagined their mouths pressed together once more…and that same sensation stirred in her belly and lower. Subconsciously, she licked her lips. When Geon reached out, stroking a strand of hair to the side, she nearly purred at the contact.

What is happening to me,
she wondered.
What is going on?

“Close your eyes.” Geon demanded, his voice a low grumble. Sally’s heart stopped mid-beat, then started again too quickly. Her mouth fell open slightly as she stared at him. Was he
really
going to do this? Here, in her bedroom, with their parents right downstairs? And was she really…was she really…

She closed her eyes. She could feel his presence looming closer, each inch between them swallowed up a second at a time, until finally his lips covered hers, and Sally’s body exploded in desire. His large, soft lips sucked at her bottom lip first, before parting to let his tongue slip into her mouth, slowly exploring her cheeks and her own tongue, which soon joined the dance, finding his taste warm and exotic and addictive.

Sally moaned, leaning in forward, mind numb to anything except the feel of Geon’s body so close to hers. She kept her eyes shut tight, but felt his hand land on her neck, his thumb stroking her cheek as he pulled her in deeper.

Sally’s own hand fell to Geon’s thigh, as though needing to feel him in the flesh to make sure this was all real. Too soon, though, she felt him pulling away again, her face swaying after him, wanting more. Finally, she opened her eyes.

Perhaps instinctively, she glanced downward, amazed at the distinct hardness visible through his loose sweatpants. To her mixed horror and shock, she could feel her own panties were damp. Mike had never managed to get her wet in their two years together…

“So?” Geon asked, his voice low and primal. Sally choked.

“More,” she finally managed to say, though she immediately regretted it.
Oh God, what are we doing? This is wrong, so wrong, but, oh…shit..

Geon had leaned in again, this time grabbing the back of Sally’s head and pulling her in, while his other hand cupped one breast through her shirt, stroking it through the fabric. Immediately, Sally’s body responded with a thrill of desire, and without thinking she moved her hand upward, tracing the outline of his manhood through his sweatpants.

“I can’t,” Sally said, panting as she pulled away despite Geon’s grip on her hair. “I can’t…I’ve never…this is…”

“It’s what you want,” Geon growled, pulling her back in again. “And you know it.”

“Oh,” Sally said as his mouth covered hers again, his fingers finding her erect nipple through her loose shirt and gently tweaking it. Sally could feel her sex radiating heat through her body, her thighs clenching together in desire, her body feeling heavy and needy.

Before she could protest, she felt Geon’s arms encircling her, pulling her upwards through the air, until she sat straddling him. She could feel his hardness underneath her, rubbing deliciously against her own delta, her pajama shorts offering little resistance. As Geon’s hands found her breasts once more, cupping them and gently teasing her nipples, she felt her hips taking control, rubbing herself against him as delicious pleasure filled her body.

“I never…I’ve never…Geon, please, I’ve never even…” she stuttered, mind desperately trying to make sense of the pleasure she felt, the wrongness of it, her own virginity.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this…”

The words hit her like a train, their dirtiness only making her more wet as she gyrated against him. One of his hands moved downwards, slipping down the front of her shorts, and she gasped, clutching him close as his fingers trailed upwards, just grazing her throbbing button.

Pushing her shorts to the side, she felt his hands moving underneath her. With a cry of shock, she felt something hard and plushy underneath her dripping entrance. She looked down, making eye contact with him, trapped in his protective gaze.

“Are you…are you…are you sure…” she moaned as her body responded to the stiffness pressing against her. She’d never thought about how she lost her virginity; she certainly hadn’t expected it to happen this way. Her stepbrother’s body was massive as she gripped it, his muscles tight with anticipation.

“Let me take you,” Geon growled, and the words were like a flood of heat through Sally’s body. He gripped her hips, his cock positioned just below her. Slowly, he pressed himself upwards while at the same time pulling her down. Sally’s eyes rolled back as she felt him filling her, stretching her. A sharp burst of pain, mellowing to a dull ache, and then she gasped; he had entered her all the way, his manhood throbbing inside her, claiming her.

“Oh, Geon,” she moaned, throwing her arms around his shoulders as the pain dulled and dulled until finally disappearing, swallowed by a pleasure she’d never imagined. Wiggling her hips, she felt him move inside her, pulsing slightly, her clit rubbing against his torso. A wave seemed to be building up inside her as he pulsed, and she found herself moving out of some crazed need, lifting herself up and down, using his broad shoulders for balance as he slid in and out of her slowly.

“This feels…oh my God this feels…this…oh, what’s happening,” Sally asked, her mouth dropping open, eyes wide as she looked into his, the wave seeming to build and build as her muscles tensed. Anticipation sparked at her nerves, her thighs tight, the wave of pressure rising…

“You’re gonna come,” Geon said, holding her by the waist with one hand and the back of the neck with the other. His hand moved slowly from her waist to her lower stomach, and his thumb slipped between her folds, grazing her clit once more.

Sally slammed herself downward, feeling herself stretched to her limits, the wave building until it finally broke in a torrent of white light and sparkling bliss, her muscles snapping like rubber bands, sweat glistening on her white flesh as she bucked and squirmed on Geon’s lap. Her legs turned to jelly and she collapsed against him, panting.

In a single motion, he’d rolled her over, pulling out of her tight slit and pumping himself twice until he came, spilling warm seed across her stomach while she watched, awed at the amount of it, her body still buzzing with bliss, the warm sensation almost adding to it.

Geon groaned as he lowered herself beside her on the bed. They lay, silent and panting, as reality seeped back in.

“Shit,” Sally said, the word harsh on her tongue. “What did we just do…”

“We had sex,” Geon said. “Do you feel…do you feel bad?”

Sally considered this. She didn’t feel as bad as she thought she might.

“Well, I mean…it feels kind of wrong…and I guess…I mean…I never thought I’d lose my virginity this way…”