locked up tighter than Fort Knox. “Baby, you have to ease up, or we’ll have no choice but to make a trip to the emergency room.”
“I’m trying,” she cries, and I hear a sniffle.
The sight of her tears fucking guts me. “There!” I say, as I slide the slippery rubber out. “And still completely intact.” I hold it out for her examination.
Whitney pinches the bottom where my release is still puddled inside before drying her eyes on the sheet and collapsing with relief.
“Add condom fisher-outer to your list of jobs.”
Waking up to Whitney draped across my chest is my new favorite thing in life. The warmth of her bare breasts. Her hair tickling my nose with every intake of breath. The steady cadence of her heartbeat thrumming against my ribs…
My own version of heaven.
It’s a little after six in the morning, but the room is already bathed in sunlight thanks to neither of us thinking to shut the balcony before passing out last night. No matter. I’d be awake either way. At least the orangey glow allows me to enjoy the view while I trail my fingertips along her spine and watch her squirm.
“Good morning,” she rasps, stretching her legs out with a yawn. Her sex-tousled hair falls around her face in a veritable rat’s nest. “Someone’s happy to see me.” She trails a hand over my morning wood, causing me to leap up and haul it to the bathroom in a hurry.
“Someone’s gotta pee,” I chant on my way, laughing at her loud, exaggerated groan.
“I was about to take advantage of that,” she grumps.
“No worries.” I return with a lingering semi dangling between my legs while drying my freshly washed hands on a towel. “You’re only a few pumps away from paradise.”
Her answering laugher fills my soul, as I leap into the bed beside her and proceed to demonstrate just how quickly our little dilemma can be remedied.
“These things are sinfully delicious,” she garbles around a mouth full of food while we look for a decent spot on the New Year’s Day parade route. It isn’t for a few hours yet, but pretty soon there won’t be a square foot of sidewalk to stand on. We post up next to each other on the curb in a nice shaded spot to wait it out.
“You have a little something right there.” I start to dust the falling powdered sugar from her breasts, but she swats my hand away.
“I was saving that for later.”
“For me? Or yourself?”
She waggles her brows. “Here,” she says grabbing a beignet from her little white pastry bag. “Eat one so I don’t feel like such a pig.”
Between bites we talk about everything and anything from the antics she and Kate got into as little girls to my stint in rehab when Mimi found pot in my room.
“She sent you to rehab for a little pot?”
I widen my eyes and gawk at her. “You met the woman! Mimi don’t play. And for what it’s worth, it worked. I never touched the stuff again.”
She giggles. “I was raising a baby while my friends were going through that phase.” Her smile wobbles. “I used to think I missed out on so much, but now I really believe Prissy saved me from a world of heartache and bad decisions.”
“It’s true,” I agree fervently. “You’re so much more mature than other girls I’ve dated that were your age.”
“And inexperienced,” she adds, her cheeks turning rosy.
“That’s a positive.”
“Is it?” Fuck, she’s adorable.
“Hell yeah!” I tip her chin up and meet her gaze. “Now I get to show you the ropes.”
She shakes her head to herself. “I’ve had plenty of sex, Wyatt.”
No need to brag, Whit.
“You don’t have to be a virgin to be innocent, love.”
She folds her arms over her knees, resting her head on top and angling it my way. “Explain.”
“Well, your lack of interest in relationships has kept your heart pure.” I brush a lock of hair behind her ear to better see her features. “I don’t take the honor of being your first love, lightly.”
“How do you know I didn’t love Prissy’s dad?” she counters.
I wave that pesky thought away. “Impossible. You’re way too smart to fall for someone like that.”
“Yeah, he was…” She cringes. “A good time, but a really bad choice.”
“Hey, that really bad choice left you with a priceless gift.”
She nods. “I occasionally wonder if he ever thinks about her, or if he just went off to college without ever looking back.” She brings her thumbnail